Chapter 986

Xuan Bei did not introduce the names of palm, finger, fist, claw, and genuine Qi. Mengqi did not care too much about it. Although Enlightenment was the time to find one's own path and it was necessary to learn more, it was not good to be too messy. Since he had already determined the path of the blade and had spent a lot of time and energy on it, and the Samsara task was urgent, it would not be worth it to be distracted by practicing empty-handed.

Moreover, even if his weapon was broken or lost and he had to fight empty-handed, he was not afraid. He had the palm blade for the blade and the finger sword for the sword. With the help of Eight Nine Mysteries and Golden Bell Shield, it was enough to deal with ordinary situations. Besides, he had dabbled in the Seven Immortal Illusions of the Immortal Pressing Arts, so it could be considered empty-handed. It was just a side effect of practicing the Immortal Pressing Arts and did not involve too much energy. It was completely different from studying the palm and finger chapters of the Seven True Scriptures.

Of course, it was good to read it when he was free and use other people's skills to improve his own.

After a brief introduction, Xuan Bei grabbed with his right hand and a script flew out of his meditation room. It was written on ordinary paper and randomly bound.

"Stay here for a few more days. If you have any doubts about 'Facing the Wind in the Void' and 'Acupoint Pressure Finger of Star God', feel free to ask me." He handed the script to Mengqi.

Meng Qi looked at the scripts that he had prepared and suddenly realized that his Master must have started to write the Seven True Scriptures from memory after he knew that he was still wandering in Jianghu. He planned to ask Zhen Hui to bring it to him when he left the mountain. It was not because he had come all the way to Shaolin Temple to deliver the message.

Feeling warm and his vision slightly blurred, Mengqi took the script and kowtowed again.

…

Seven days later, at the foot of Mount Liantai.

Zhen Hui was a little reluctant but also a little excited. "Senior Brother, when I open my Nose Aperture and pass the Bronzemen Lane, I will go down the mountain to find you and become a person in the story!"

In fact, he was already capable of passing the Bronzemen Lane now. But the Flower-pinching Finger was a profound finger art of Zen. If he was too determined to win, he would not be able to exert its power. Therefore, Xuan Bei told Zhen Hui to go when he opened his Six Apertures.

"Okay, I guess I will still be in River East then." Mengqi answered with a smile. River East was the best place for him to gain experience.

After chatting with Zhen Hui for a while, Meng Qi watched him go up the mountain. Then, with his hands behind his back, he walked toward the main road at a seemingly slow pace.

After passing on the information about the monks behind the scenes to his Master, Meng Qi believed that he would not be threatened by them for a short period of time. Firstly, there was no value in intercepting and stopping them. Secondly, even if they wanted to take revenge, he still had to consider whether it was a trap. He had to consider whether the higher-ups of Shaolin Temple were taking advantage of this to obtain clues and evidence. It would not be too late to take similar actions after things had calmed down.

After walking for a while, Meng Qi was still in the vicinity of Shaolin Temple. Suddenly, a monk appeared in front of him. He was wearing a yellow frock and was no more than 20 years old. His face was clear but rather dull. His eyes were listless at first, but when he looked at Meng Qi, they were burning with brilliance.

"This poor monk, Zhen Ben, greets Benefactor Su."

Meng Qi was curious. As a Kung Fu Fanatic, how could he, an abandoned disciple of the Zhen generation and one of the top of the Ranking List of Young Masters, revisit Shaolin, resist the urge to compete with him?

He had felt strange before. As a martial arts fanatic, how could he, an abandoned disciple of the Zhen generation and the current top of the Ranking List of Young Masters, return to Shaolin Temple and resist the desire to compete with him?

"Senior Brother Zhen Ben, you are too polite." Mengqi returned the courtesy with a smile.

Zhen Ben said honestly, "I would like to compete with Donor Su."

Zhen Ben honestly said, "I would like to exchange pointers with Benefactor Su."

"I mainly practice Vajra Unbreakable Divine Kung Fu. I also practice Vajra Palm, Prajna Palm, Form Denial Finger, Ananda Finger, Thousand Leaves Hand of Compassion and Compassion, Crossing the River on a Reed, and I can use the Sacrifice Formula. Please enlighten me."

The Sacrifice Formula was an auxiliary supreme art that could coexist with any other arts. Therefore, it was not included when Shaolin monks said that someone had practiced several supreme arts.

Hearing Zhen Ben reveal all his supreme arts, Mengqi did not know whether to laugh or cry. But it was also a kind of training to see the supreme arts of Shaolin, so he said solemnly,

"Please!"

As he spoke, his demeanor changed. He was no longer leisurely and smiling. He seemed to be one with the environment and immersed in the world of mortals, which added a sense of awe. The movement of his right hand reaching for Heaven Inflicted Pain was in line with some kind of rhythm between heaven and earth, which was indescribably mysterious.

When Mengqi held the hilt, Zhen Ben's exposed skin glowed with a dark gold color. His palms seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gold leaf as he fiercely slapped at Mengqi.

The moves of Vajra Palm were simple but extremely powerful. Layers of airflow collapsed and shrank as if a piece of the void was cut off, with a strange sense of penetration.

Compared to Zhen Miao, Zhen Ben was obviously not as competitive. He did not conceal his daily knowledge and did not use his unique skill at the beginning.

Mengqi's long saber moved like lightning, like a sharp knife cutting tofu. It silently cut through layers of airflow and cut between the two palms. Then, he swung it left and right and swung it away.

His bladesmanship was superb. Once it was launched, it was like a bird perching on a dead branch or a swallow fighting against the wind and waves. Soon, he broke through the clumsiness with quickness and suppressed Zhen Ben's Vajra Palm with a few moves.

In the heat of the battle, the long saber strangely jumped out of the palm shadows and swooped down. It was abnormally slow but contained infinite changes. Each change was so fast that it was beyond imagination, making people feel powerless no matter which direction they dodged or what moves they used.

Zhen Ben's expression did not change. He suddenly stretched out his arms and hit with both palms. It was as if he had grown dozens of arms and methodically blocked Mengqi's long saber.

"Clang!" Countless colliding sounds merged into one, showing the speed of changes between the two sides.

Mengqi took a wrong step, bent his long saber and pushed it horizontally. It was as heavy as a mountain and compressed the airflow in front of him into a vortex. All the palm shadows were absorbed and eliminated.

Zhen Ben suddenly closed his right hand and bent the knuckle of his index finger. It turned green and red like colored glaze and slowly knocked toward the blade. The wind was restrained and contained a terrible explosive force.

Ananda's Finger was a fierce finger art that specialized in breaking protective hard kung fu. When practiced to the extreme, it was known to be invincible. It was one of the 72 Ultimate Arts of Shaolin Temple!

"Clang!" The vortex and the long saber collided with Ananda's Finger and disappeared at the same time.

Zhen Ben's left hand, which was hanging by his side, retracted into his sleeve for some reason. Mengqi's perception of the flow of genuine Qi suddenly became a little fuzzy.

Mengqi's spiritual mind moved as if he had sensed the attack of the finger wind. However, it was shapeless and hard to trace!

"Formless Finger of Disaster?"

"Apart from the Flower-pinching Finger, it is the second most difficult finger art to master in Shaolin Temple?"

It was shapeless and shapeless, like the arrival of a calamity from the void, hurting people without them knowing!

Zhen Ben had reached the level of consummation and obtained the Gist of Trueness, which was equivalent to using an Exterior-level killer move!

Mengqi's heart skipped a beat. He did not dare to be careless. His genuine Qi and spirit covered the body of the saber. With the saber as his hand and the saber as his heart, he leisurely slashed forward.

"Clang!" "Heaven Inflicted Pain" rang without any wind, but it blocked the Formless Finger of Denial.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhen Ben pounced on Meng Qi as if he was gliding on the ground. He raised his right palm and suddenly pressed it down. The palm wind filled the air as if it had enveloped the surrounding heaven and earth.

This palm was simple and solemn, but it gave off a sense of wisdom. Any thoughts, dodges, and obstructions would be difficult to hide or succeed. It sealed off all follow-up actions.

"With the Prajna Palm, the Buddha Kingdom is in the palm!"

This was the Prajna Palm that Mengqi had seen before. However, compared to Zhen Chang, Zhen Ben's Prajna Palm had a sharpness that cut off all worries.

He used the Vajra Unbreakable Force to propel it, so the Gist of Trueness he obtained was different from Zhen Chang's.

With wisdom as a blade, it could cut through Vajra. It could also cut off all worries, cut off the sea of bitterness, and obtain peace!

In the face of this palm, Mengqi understood that under such a defensive situation, using Ananda Oath-breaking Bladesmanship would not be effective. Thus, he raised his long saber and slashed at high speed. Purple lightning overflowed and turned into nine raging dragons that swept through the Buddha Kingdom. He suppressed Zhen Ben with force and broke wisdom with force!

Crackle! Lightning flashed. Wisdom was disrupted, and Vajra was no longer there.

Relying on his strength and realm advantage, Mengqi broke Zhen Ben's unique skill with one stroke and gained the upper hand.

Just as he was about to use his bladesmanship to attack aggressively, Zhen Ben suddenly floated backward and said,

"I'm done. I'm out of strength."

Mengqi's expression suddenly became awkward. "Senior Brother Zhen Ben is indeed a talent with many interesting things …"

Since it was a competition, Mengqi had to put his saber back into the sheath and did not pursue.

Zhen Ben said sincerely, "Donor, you are stronger than me. Even if I have opened Seven Apertures, I still can't beat you. I'm afraid I have to open Eight Apertures. No, when I open Eight Apertures, I'm afraid you have opened Nine Apertures. But you still can't beat me …"

He fell into a "complicated" calculation problem and was distressed for a while. His eyes gradually became dull.

Mengqi did not disturb him. He simply bypassed him and left. If he stayed with this kind of person for a long time, he would feel stupid!

After walking for half a day, in the evening, Mengqi entered the city and checked into an inn. First, he practiced his main Kung Fu. Then, he tried to figure out "Facing the Wind in the Void" and "Acupoint Pressure Finger".

Suddenly, his vision darkened. Then, there was a flash of light and smoke in the air.

Another Samsara task …