Chapter 981

Zhen He, who looked like half an iron tower, was also shocked. "Why did Junior Brother Zhen Ding, no," Killing Blade "Su Meng come back to Shaolin?

Rarely would a Shaolin disciple return to Mount Liantai after being expelled from the mountain gate, unless they were enlightened and let go of the mortal world to become a monk. But Su Meng didn't look like it!

As for revenge, he didn't even think about it. Not to mention the 11th on the Ranking List of Young Masters, even the 11th on the Terrestrial Rankings couldn't come to Shaolin.

Looking at their expressions, Mengqi couldn't help but smile. "Senior Brothers, why are you like this? I'm not a monster. "

Zhen De took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions. "Donor Su, what can I do for you?"

"I have something to discuss with my master, Divine Monk Xuan Bei. Please pass on the message, Senior Brother Zhen De." Mengqi said with his hands behind his back.

Zhen De's expression changed slightly. "Donor Su, you have been expelled from the mountain gate. You can no longer call Uncle Xuan Bei master."

Mengqi laughed. "Senior Brother Zhen De, I didn't expect you to be so obsessed. Calling him master is just an empty word. What's the difference between calling him master and Divine Monk Xuan Bei? Why do you care? "

His tone was leisurely, as if he was going to visit Buddha and discuss Buddhist scriptures.

Zhen De hesitated, then turned around and walked up the mountain. He said, "Uncle Xuan Bei is in seclusion. I'll inform Reception Yard for you."

"So Master is in seclusion. No wonder he didn't come to see me despite all the commotion …" Mengqi nodded slightly and stepped into the pavilion to wait.

In the pavilion, there were stone tables, chairs, and stone tablets. The first two were for visitors to rest, while the last one stood at the edge with the words "Vajra Prajñāpāramitā Sutra" carved in tiny characters.

"That's what I've heard …" Meng Qi stood in front of the stele with his hands clasped behind his back, savoring the charm of the writing. The rows of small characters seemed to be densely packed, but if one were to read them carefully, they would not feel dizzy at all. Each character was written in a natural and unrestrained manner, forming its own style without any repetition. It was as if each character held its own form to prove that all forms were different. The meaning of Zen was profound and meaningful.

At this moment, Zhen He calmed himself down and quietly looked at Mengqi. He saw that Mengqi didn't have the slightest impatience to wait. With his hands behind his back, he was reading Buddhist scriptures with indescribable calmness.

Zhen He suddenly recalled the past. When he was sparring with Junior Brother Zhen Ding, he was overwhelmed by Meng Qi's imposing manner and was so scared that his legs went soft. Even though he had all his strength, he couldn't exert it and was defeated.

At that time, he thought that Junior Brother Zhen Ding was talented in Kung Fu and would have great achievements in the future. Who knew that the "future" would come so fast. In just a few years, he had surpassed Senior Brother Zhen Ben and Senior Brother Zhen Miao and made a name for himself in Jianghu. He was ranked 11th on the Ranking List of Young Masters, almost the same as Youngest Uncle Xuan Zhen!

Now, looking at his bearing, he really had the demeanor of a master.

Mengqi savored the Zen contained in the Buddhist scriptures on the stone tablet and calmed himself down. He thought of the sixth Patriarch of Shaolin who carved this stone tablet, the divine monk Yuan Kong who had achieved the Golden Body of Luohan.

The mountain wind blew and made his green robe flutter, but it didn't make him restless or impatient.

Zhen He didn't know Mengqi well and couldn't find anything to talk to him, so he stayed by his side and waited for Zhen De to come back.

Not long after, Zhen De returned with a receptionist in a yellow frock.

"Amitabha. Donor Su, what brings you here to see Junior Brother Xuan Bei?" The receptionist raised one hand and chanted the name of Buddha. He was a monk of the Xuan generation.

As they approached, Meng Qi had already turned around from the stone tablet. He smiled and said, "Uncle Master, is it necessary for an old friend to visit for an important matter?"

The receptionist often dealt with foreign guests, so he didn't care about the way Meng Qi addressed him. He laughed and said, "Normally, but Junior Brother Xuan Bei is practicing in seclusion. If you have something important, I have to consider disturbing him in advance. If you just want to talk about old times, please come again next time."

"Is Junior Brother Zhen Hui practicing in seclusion?" Mengqi asked Zhen Hui. Calculating the time, he should have come out of seclusion long ago.

The receptionist monk knew about Mengqi's entanglement with the temple and knew he would ask about Zhen Hui. He said without thinking, "Nephew Zhen Hui has just come out of seclusion. He doesn't need to practice for a long time."

"Then I'll visit him." Mengqi said with a smile, as if he didn't mind.

The receptionist monk nodded and said, "Donor Su, please."

He led Mengqi up the mountain road. His eyes were filled with memories of the past. There was the place where he carried water, there was the place where he almost slipped … A faint sense of vicissitudes suddenly rose in Mengqi's heart.

After a while, a monk in a yellow frock appeared on the mountain road. He was gentle and looked more like a scholar than a monk. He was Mengqi's teaching monk in the Warrior-monk Yard, Zhen Miao, one of the two disciples of the Zhen generation in Shaolin.

In fact, there were more than two disciples. Later on, there were also new disciples. Some were talented in martial arts, and some were wise. But because of the short time, no one had caught up with him and Zhen Ben.

"Amitabha. Donor Su, how have you been?" Zhen Miao came to wait for Mengqi.

Behind him, at the bend of the mountain road, many grey-robed disciples craned their necks to see the legendary Reckless Monk, the number one disciple of the Zhen generation.

Among them, there was a monk who was particularly eye-catching because he was the only one in a yellow robe. His eyes were slightly narrow and his temperament was gloomy. He was also Mengqi's acquaintance, Commandment Monk Xuan Kong.

"Does he want to instigate me to compete with Zhen Miao?" "Zhen Miao is a very competitive person. At that time, he couldn't help but compete with me before I was enlightened …" Mengqi guessed and smiled back. "Junior Brother is not only well, but also better than before. Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Zhen Miao."

Zhen Miao took a breath and said, "That's good. What happened in the Warrior-monk Yard is still vivid in my mind. Who knew that Donor Su has become famous in the world? I wonder if you can give me some guidance today?"

He had not traveled down the mountain, so he had heard all the things in Jianghu. When he sparred with the masters of the Xuan generation who had enlightened the Apertures, he could not wait to test the strength of the masters on the Ranking List of Young Masters and find the gap between him and them.

In his opinion, he was close to the Seven Acupores level and had mastered two Exterior movements of the Mo-Ke Finger. There should be no essential difference between him and Su Meng and Qing Yu who had opened the Seven Acupores. If it were not for the complete mastery of one of the movements, he would have already broken through the Bronzemen Lane and gone down the mountain to experience it.

Xuan Kong stared at the two with his gloomy eyes full of expectation. He did not expect Zhen Miao, who had no real experience of fighting with life and death, to win against Su Meng. He just wanted to reduce Zhen Miao's prestige so that he would not be arrogant and make others unhappy.

Mengqi could roughly guess their mood, so he did not care. He chuckled and said, "I have always regretted that I could not see Senior Brother's Mo-Ke Finger in the Warrior-monk Yard. Today, I have made up for it."

He was a guest from afar. If he did not want to, no one could force him to fight.

Zhen Miao said seriously, "Zhen Ben has mastered seven supreme arts, while I only have the Mo-Ke Finger and Crossing the River on a Reed. Donor Su, please."

As the host, he naturally had to let the guest make the first move.

Mengqi smiled and shook his head. "Senior Brother, please."

How could a master who was about to rank in the top ten of the Ranking List of Young Masters make the first move in a sparring session?

Zhen Miao was very competitive. After thinking for a while, he decided to take advantage of the situation. He raised his right hand and floated down with the wind. He put two fingers together and pointed at Mengqi.

This finger suddenly filled Mengqi's whole sight. It was extremely big, numerous, and victorious. The Finger Wind came from every angle. It was unpredictable, and the movement was like an antelope's horn, leaving no trace.

The Finger Wind kept accumulating, almost earth-shattering!

"He used an Exterior movement at the beginning …" Mengqi smiled and leisurely wielded his saber. The Knife Momentum was round and contained the void. Most of the Finger Wind was directly thrown in.

With a wave of his saber, Mengqi's body moved forward along with the Knife Momentum. It felt like the ground had shrunk to an inch. In an instant, he passed through the encirclement of the Finger Wind and approached Zhen Miao. His Long Saber slashed out in the air.

Seeing that Mengqi had dodged his Exterior unique movement, Zhen Miao's expression changed slightly. He pointed at the blade with two fingers, trying to block it.

But the saber light was like a lamp in the mortal world, igniting all kinds of desires in his heart. His desire to win was burning, so he slowed down his attack.

After the "Heaven Inflicted Pain" broke through his defense, Mengqi directly withdrew it and said leisurely,

"Good finger technique. Unfortunately, the timing is not right."

The way of fighting was never just about using killing moves or trump cards. If the timing was not right, it would be easy for the opponent to dodge and it would be a waste of energy. Therefore, when Mengqi fought with Qing Yu, it was always a battle of bladesmanship. Only after seizing the opponent's flaws and opportunities would he use his trump card to seize the opportunity to win. Therefore, in front of the Mountain God Temple, after the death of Soul-losing Flute, Flame-scorching Devilman did not use his trump card when facing the pouncing Mengqi. At that time, Mengqi's Body Movements were like a phantom or a demon, and the distance was far. If he was not careful, he would be dodged. When he was suppressed by Mengqi, he could not find a chance to use his Exterior movement.

When Mengqi faced An Guoxie for the first time, he did not use the "Peace Quietude Split" in a hurry. Instead, he wisely used the Transformation Strategy to deceive An Guoxie and waited for a good opportunity to make a move.

Zhen Miao's actual combat experience was still too little. His trump card was only useful when he was stubborn to win or when he suddenly launched an attack …

Zhen Miao was stunned at first as if he was trapped in a nightmare. He could not believe that he had been defeated so quickly. After hearing Mengqi's words, he felt slightly relieved and said thoughtfully, "Donor Su, thank you for your guidance."

Just now, he was so eager to win that he forgot the teachings of his master. What he learned on paper was shallow.

The monks of the "Zhen" generation all had different expressions. They could not believe it. "Senior Brother Zhen Miao was defeated in just two moves … Is Zhen Ding still enlightened?"

At this time, Xuan Kong snorted coldly. "Ananda Oath-breaking Bladesmanship, but he used the Shaolin Divine Skill. What kind of skill is that …"

Mengqi laughed and strode forward. He waved his long saber and moved with the momentum of the blade. In a breath, he was in front of Xuan Kong.

The saber fell very slowly, but it contained countless changes. Each change was as fast as a residual shadow. It seemed that Xuan Kong's every dodging position and every possibility of response had been blocked.

Xuan Kong's forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat, as if he was trapped in a horrifying dream that he could not get rid of. He could not find a way to escape or parry. When the saber was in front of him, he barely raised his palms. His palms glowed with a pale gold light, and he slapped the long saber hard and forcefully.

The long saber directly passed through his palms and fell in front of his forehead. Xuan Kong's legs could not help but tremble slightly.

Mengqi put his saber back into the sheath and laughed.

"Uncle Master Xuan Kong, this is not the Shaolin Divine Skill."

His green robe fluttered slightly. With the long saber hanging at his waist, he passed Xuan Kong without looking back and climbed the stairs in laughter.

Xuan Kong, who used to be able to easily suppress him in terms of strength and status, could not even take one strike from him now …

Looking at his unrestrained back, the monks of the "Zhen" generation felt a sense of yearning and reverence for him.

Just outside the temple, Meng Qi saw a figure in a gray robe running out. The figure said in a familiar voice, "You're a monk.

"Senior Brother, you're back? Tell me about the battle with the Right-guarding Sword, The Astounding, and the Five Emperors' Knives! "

"Damn, we haven't seen each other for more than two years. Shouldn't a normal person feel a little estranged and get familiar with each other slowly?" "Junior Brother is indeed not a normal person!" Mengqi looked at Zhen Hui speechlessly.