The sky is clear and clear, the azure blue is transparent, and the floating clouds are decorated, and Liantai Mountain is a beautiful scenery.

Meng Qi did not hide his breath. The light of escape passed through the sky and fell to the foot of the mountain. In order to show respect, he stepped on the steps and walked towards the pavilion on the mountain step by step.

In the pavilion of the mountain, there is a stone tablet of the "Diamond Prajna Paramita Sutra" written by the sixth generation of Shaolin ancestor Yuan Kong monk. It faces the deep valley, and each character holds one aspect. All aspects are not the aspect, and then you can see purity.

At this time, the pavilion was standing not in the gray robe disciples, but two monks wearing yellow monks. They clasped their hands together and lowered their Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the abbot asked Master Su to enter the temple."

"Please ask two mages to guide you." Meng Qi smiled and returned the favor. Compared to the last time he returned to Shaolin, this time it was obviously much more grand.

The two monks looked up and turned around, and glanced at Meng Qi from the corner of their eyes. Seeing that he was young, handsome in blue shirt, calm in posture, and empty hands, he still maintained the spirit of the young hero, but his strong aura was not revealed at all, and he became more and more restrained, making people feel unfathomable.

These two contradictory senses are wonderfully harmonious and harmonious, not at all abrupt, but instead give people a sense of enlightenment, and they are worthy of being the youngest master in today's world!

Alas, the two monks of the know are both true and feel quite complicated. They are of the same age and the same starting point. They are already famous people all over the world, and they are still wandering around, doing things to welcome and send off.

There was nothing to say along the way, and the two monks who knew the past were gone, and they could speak eloquently. Meng Qi could sense their mood and deliberately did not speak.

The scenery on both sides was like a fairy tale, and Meng Qi walked forward. Not long after, he saw the yellow walls and black tiles and the dark red gate, just like the first time he saw it.

But now, the two doors are completely opened, allowing people to directly see the square and the temple behind. Outside the door is a group of monks wearing red cassocks. The heads are all covered with hair and beard, describing dead wood and holding a nine-ring tin staff. They are the first Bodhi Courtyard in the past. Now Shaolin abbot Wusi is on the 27th place on the ground.

On the left side of Wusi is the first Kūmika Kamikaya, and on the right side is the first Kūmika Kamikaya, Master Meng Qi is Xuanbei, and except for a few of the other monks who went into seclusion, Konghui had to guard the Sutra Pavilion, the Relics Tower and other places. He had never come.

This is the most solemn etiquette in Shaolin: the gate is open, the abbot welcomes it, and the head is followed, which is often only used to welcome the most noble guests. Before Kong Wen passed away, except for a few Dharma bodies, there was never a similar situation. Even if Shaolin is weaker now, the worst one must be the helmsman of the top forces. Only then can he be qualified to enjoy it.

Meng Qi was a little surprised. It was not until this time that he had a deep understanding of his identity and status: the first person below the Grandmaster is better than a Grandmaster. He has peerless martial arts, and in addition to having no magical weapons, it is enough to establish a large force and have good friends with many Dharma bodies. He has sold many top forces, and has a great reputation and is in full swing. He is enough to be known as the current Shaolin abbot.

"Amitabha, I have missed the opportunity to welcome you." Wu Si raised his hand with one hand.

Meng Qi bowed: "The abbot is so kind tolerant, and I am flattered."

After saying that, he looked at Xuanbei and saw that the melancholy in his expression became much more despair, and he was relieved and worshiped: "Disciple has seen Master."

Seeing that Meng Qi, the abandoned Shaolin monk, was already among the top 30 strong men in the world, he still held respectful disciples to Xuanbei. The rest had never seen him. The Shaolin monks who only listened to rumors suddenly changed their impression of him, and felt that it was better to meet him than to be famous.

There are very few people who can do it just by being nostalgic and being kind!

Xuan Ge's mouth moved a few times, and finally opened, showing a comforting smile:

"Okay, OK, OK!"

The three good words express all the emotions in his heart, and the emotions are mixed, and it is difficult to express his words. This is the case.

Good apprentice! Good nephew! What a young hero!

The death of the old man in the past made him eliminate his previous grudge. Now his disciple and nephew have become the best figure in the world, making him no longer worried about the world, and his heart seems to have been wiped out a layer of ashes.

After a few greetings, Wusi waited for the Shaolin monk to lead Meng Qi into the temple, passed by several meditation temples and squares, and then heard the monks humming. They practiced Arhat Fist in the distance, with their postures either regular or ugly, and were all in one go.

Meng Qi turned his head and glanced a few times, and smiled and said, "Rahan Fist is also my entry-level martial arts."

In the past, for a set of Arhat Fist, I had to work hard to clean the Sutra Pavilion to seek advice from Zhenyong, who had a ulterior motive. Now, the Tathagata's magic palm, the seven swords of the sky, the Yuanshi Jinzhang, and the ** mysterious skills are all part of it. The almost Dharma body skills may not be appreciated. It is really like a dream in the past, and I feel sad.

"The Arhat Fist accepts the most basic changes, returns to nature, and can be used all the way to the nine orifices." Wu Si said with a smile.

The monk's Zen mind is unstable and easily shaken. Seeing the gathering of monks here and the distinguished guests arrive, they are inevitably distracted. Their actions are a little confused for a while, which makes the monks scolded him, but why don't the monks pay attention to this place?

The man in blue shirt with empty hands and no swords was the famous "crazy sword" that was the world-famous?

He claimed that "below the Dharma body, one sword cannot escape", which made many disciples practice Ananda's sword technique.

He used to sweat here like himself and others, practicing the worst and most basic skills, but for only a few years, he has become a big man who can be almost on par with the abbot!

What role model? This is a role model!

Meng Qi accepted all their eyes with a smile, and continued to follow the monks such as Wusi. Outside the Main Hall were several outdoor locations and several outstanding people in the enlightenment stage, including Meng Qi's familiar "martial illusion" and his master's mastery.

The former is already the unity of man and nature, breathing is in harmony with nature, while the latter is still in the sympathy of man and nature.

None of them chose to break through, but accumulated and waited.

When the eyes are intersecting, Zhenmi looks unnaturally, Zhenbi nods slightly.

Meng Qi did not say hello to them and stepped into the Main Hall.

The hall gates were closed, and the two monks looked at each other and sighed. They had made great progress, but the other party was already a master of greatness in the world, and both sides were no longer on the same level!

In the Main Hall, after a round of greetings, Meng Qi said in front of all the monks with red robes:

"The younger generation traveled south and encountered a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's inheritance. They had the complete "Divine Ksitigarbha Sutra" and the incomplete "Moke Demon-Subduing Fist".

Most monks are disgusted with fear. The complete Sutra of Ksitigarbha’s Soul-Saving Sutra?

This is something Shaolin has been searching for for many years!

Xuan Bei suddenly understood the purpose of his disciples. After being stunned, he was even more relieved and smiled and said, "You are so worried."

In fact, it would be great to have this kind of heart.

Wu Si looked withered and pondered for a moment, saying, "Do they want to exchange the "Divine Ksitigarbha Sutra" for "Mo Ke's Demon Fist"?"

He must first figure out the intention. As for the truth or falsehood, it is something to be considered in the future.

"Yes, they have entrusted their younger generation to copy a copy of the "Diksitigarbha Sutra" to come." Meng Qi's words were amazing.

All the monks were shocked. The other party actually trusted Su Meng so much and directly entrusted items like "The Sutra of the Soul-Saving the Ksitigarbha"!

They thought it would take several rounds of time before they could see this scripture.

Understanding their reaction, Meng Qi recounted the words of the foolish monk: "The other party presided over the master's words, 'I will not become a Buddha before he is empty, and all sentient beings can only attain Bodhi. This is the great vow made by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. If you practice this path, how can you have a selfish heart? This temple is inherited from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and has similar compassion. If the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Sutra" can make more unjust souls and evil spirits transcend?'"

"Amitabha, I am so compassionate, I am ashamed of myself." Wusi was amazed. Then he sent a message to the monks in the red cassock, and the result was achieved in just a few breaths. "I would also like to ask the donor to give the "Di Ksitigarbha Sutra" to my nephew Xuanbei. If it is true, this temple will not be stingy with the "Maha Demon-Subduing Fist".

As expected... Meng Qi handed the scriptures he copied before to the master with both hands, and saw him sitting cross-legged, circling the inner scene, revealing the Dharma image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Then, Xuanxiong recited the "Dikang Sutra of the Soul-Districting Sutra", and recited it word by word with the rhyme, rhythm and pronunciation. Suddenly, there was a sense of the acupoints of his body, and it shook one by one, revealing the color of glass, turning the mystery of life and death.

By the end of the scripture, he was already covered with glass all over his body, clear inside and outside, and overlapped with the Dharma behind him. It is difficult to tell who is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and who is mysterious and compassion!

He actually took this opportunity to pass the third ladder and entered the half-step Dharma body realm!

No wonder it takes the assistance of the "Divine Ksitigarbha Sutra" to realize the Dharma body... Meng Qi was very happy to read it.

"Amitabha Buddha, the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Sutra" is truly true." Xuan Bei opened his eyes and gave a positive answer.

Wusi smiled and asked Meng Qi to wait. After a while, Xuan Bei had already copied a copy of "Mo Ke's Demon Fist" on the spot.

Rubbing the hidden blue cover, Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and finally it was not in vain to be a good person.

Shaolin's attitude towards him became more and more enthusiastic, and he discussed martial arts and Buddhist scriptures and Taoist books. It was not until the evening that Xuanbei led Meng Qi to rest.

After passing through the numerous palaces, Meng Qi suddenly saw the servient ward in the distance and chuckled: "If it weren't for a coincidence, maybe I'm still there."

"Xuanxin is a descendant of Bai Ze, and the monsters change." When Xuanbei heard the Servant Courtyard, he remembered this.

Meng Qi knew that there was a change in the monster, but he didn't know it was Xuan Xin. At this time, he was quite surprised, but he also felt that it was natural that Zhenguan was expelled from the Servant Academy in the past, but entered the back mountain halfway and became a half-demon body. It was a coincidence!

After another sigh, Meng Qi returned to the place where he had lived and saw the sleeping junior brother. His face was rosy, his blood and spirit were empty, and his condition was incredibly good.

"My younger brother is still sleeping? Do you want to have a sleepy Arhat Golden Body?" Meng Qi's mouth twitched. The younger brother in front of him, from his physical condition, was already an outdoor location!

Isn’t this guy learning how to “snap the flower finger”?

"Practicing the Dharma in dreams and realizing Zen in dreams may not be a sleeping Arhat." Xuande said with gratitude.

Because I wanted to stabilize the state, Xuanbei asked Meng Qi not to come and went to the quiet room to meditate. Meng Qi glanced at the junior brother again, climbed onto the bed, hugged the back of his head with both hands, and sat on the wall next to him. Suddenly, he felt like he was returning to the servitude hospital in the past, but his mentality was calm and joyful, and relaxed.

The daytime incident passed by his mind, and he suddenly laughed and muttered in his heart:

"Today's experience can be described in one paragraph: the famous hero, the top 30 masters in the world, the first person under the grandmaster, the honorary captain of Liushou Gate, Su Meng, Su Ziyuan visited Shaolin and was warmly received by Shaolin abbot Wusi monk and the first Xuanbei monk in Bodhi Academy. Both sides looked back on the past and looked forward to the future, and reached an agreement on the strategic cooperation agreement. During the visit, the Xuanbei monk also led Su Meng to visit the places where he had studied and fought before. Su Meng hoped that his younger generation would continue to work hard and reach a new high..."

As he thought about it, Meng Qi almost smiled while covering his stomach.

After a while, he calmed down, meditated cross-legged, his soul contracted, and followed the mysterious and secret connection to manipulate the movements of another body.

Zhoudi, Luoyi.

Meng Qi, who was on earth, had changed his clothes and saw this majestic ancient city and was about to step into it.

He is also the eighth heaven, and there is no difference at all.
Chapter completed!