The distracted thoughts disappeared, the mind was calm, the mind was calm, and the mind was not impatient or worried. Meng Qi gradually felt that the true qi was transformed into a qi, which was passed through the Ren and Du meridians, condensed into gold and jade liquid on the upper and lower jaws, bringing out a mouthful of clear and sweet "nectar".

"Nanlu" slowly immersed in the Ren maritime and filled into the orifices according to Meng Qicunsi.

If the body is in a loss, the "nectar" is not sweet. It must be replenished by such true qi, strengthening the spirit and strengthening the body. Meng Qi's current situation means that his body is in the best state at present.

"This body seems to have completed the '100-day foundation building'?" Meng Qi, a little novice monk who doesn't love Buddhism, opened his eyes and recalled the situation just now. According to Master Xuan's description, "I" should have passed the stage of "100-day foundation building" and can start "meditation and accumulation of energy".

However, Meng Qi thought about it and calmed down his mind. The "100-day Foundation Building" he completed in the past has returned to the past. If he wants to go further on the road of martial arts, he must experience every step personally and not tolerate a little jump, so that he can go further and more steadily.

When Xuan En saw a quarter of an hour passing, he knocked on the wooden fish and woke everyone up with a crisp sound that penetrated his heart. Then he asked about the situation of each person entering into meditation, including whether he could enter into meditation, the quality of the "nectar" produced, and gave him guidance separately.

Finally, he nodded and said, "Everyone will try again after they go back, and we will start to read."

When I opened the scriptures used to read in front of me, Meng Qi discovered that he had basically understood the words on it.

This made him happy. At least he had not become illiterate and needed to learn from scratch. Now he is enough to "dominate" the preaching hall!

"Pick up the brush and practice this word." Xuan En ordered.

The joy in Meng Qi's heart immediately disappeared. The last time he wrote calligraphy was in elementary school. Sure enough, the words he wrote with his pen were extremely ugly.

"It takes more practice." Xuan En walked by Meng Qi with his hands on his back.

Meng Qi nodded in frustration and was suddenly shocked. If Xuanzang saw this character, would he doubt anything? His body is likely to be born in a noble family, and even completed the "100-day foundation building". It is impossible not to practice calligraphy since childhood!

He opened his mouth with difficulty, Meng Qi felt that the explanation to Xuan En was useless, but he wanted to cover up the truth, so he seized the time to practice calligraphy. If Xuanzang asked, it would be said that he was not used to the work of the Servant Hospital at the beginning, and his arms were sore and soft, so his words could not be made into words.

By noon, when Xuan En announced that all the little novice monks could leave, Meng Qi quietly took away the white paper he had practiced in writing, intending to destroy the corpse.

After lunch, Meng Qi, Zhenhui and others were arranged to clean the temple until the sun sets.

After working hard for a day, Xuanxin gathered everyone again and continued to tell his prestige of the world.

"...Shuiyue Temple has this to say. If you meet them in the future, just stay away from them. However, Vajra Temple will be incompatible with me, Shaolin. You must be careful."

Ah? Although the erotic monks have heard a lot of stories about the world and anecdotes of aristocratic families before becoming monks, no one knows that Shaolin Temple and Vajra Temple, which are also the four major Buddhist temples, have a bad relationship with them so much that they need to be careful!

Seeing their wide eyes, Xuan Xin nodded with satisfaction and said, "The Blood Knife Head Tuo was originally a wild fox Zen, but he had a once-in-a-lifetime adventure and obtained the fifth stylistic "Tathagata Divine Palm". From it, he learned two fundamental great techniques and created the Vajra Temple lineage. Therefore, they have always coveted the third stylistic "Tathagata Divine Palm" secretly in my Shaolin secret. They wanted to compare and understand how to realize the "Tathagata Golden Body". The two schools secretly had a lot of dirty tricks."

"The golden body of Tathagata..." Meng Qi browed, feeling that this matter was a bit fantastic, and at the same time, he was inexplicably enthusiastic.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door at the courtyard gate. Xuanxin jumped up in fear, looked there with a look of fear, and blurted out: "Junior Brother Xuanku, I didn't break the precept..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression sank: "This nephew, what are you doing in my servant hospital?"

Meng Qi looked back and saw a familiar little novice monk standing at the gate of the courtyard. He was the child who entered the temple with him, Zhenhui, Zhende and others. He was one of the two oldest, about fifteen years old. When he was studying in the lecture hall today, he had a very close chat with other little novice monks in the court and had no sign of discrimination here.

It seems to be called "Zhen Yong"? Meng Qi recalled his Dharma name.

Zhenyong is thin and ordinary, but when he smiles, he will have white teeth, which is particularly brilliant: "Uncle Xuanxin, I heard from several junior brothers that you are knowledgeable and know all kinds of martial arts stories well. I love to listen to these things the most, so I am eager to come to my door rashly. Please forgive me and allow me to listen."

At this time, the Martial Monk Academy has the time to arrange the "cultivation of self-cultivation" by itself.

After being praised by Zhen Yong, Xuanxin seemed to be floating again and said with a smile on her face: "It's okay, it's okay, just sit down and listen, and you can see and hear more in the world and travel around the world in the future."

Zhen Yong looked around and sat directly next to Meng Qi, whispered: "Junior Brother Zhending, didn't you squeeze in?"

"No." Meng Qi shook his head, feeling that the little novice monk, Zhenyong, was also more mature than his age. At the age of fourteen or five, he spoke like an adult scholar.

"I think Junior Brother Zhending, you seem to be able to read and make a breaking sentence. Please take care of me in the future. If you want to use the senior brother, just speak." Zhen Yong smiled familiarly.

Meng Qi's heart moved. Thinking that he was a monk in the Martial Monk Academy, he also replied with a smile: "A small matter, why should I do this for my senior brother?"

After talking for two or three sentences, the two seemed to be confidant and they met too late.

Seeing this, Xuan Xin coughed, calming everyone down, and then continued: "In addition to the two fundamental techniques of Vajra Temple, what you need to pay attention to is their swordsmanship."

"The Blood Knife Head Tuo himself is a master of the sword path, and he has also learned some of the mystery of the fifth form of the "Tathagata Divine Palm". Therefore, the three major sword techniques he created after he attained the "Growned Vajra Dharma Body" are the top of the sword path in the world, and there are not many that can compete with them..."

His story made the monks dance and their hearts fluttered. But as they listened, everyone became a little depressed. Zhen Yong immediately raised his hand and said, "Uncle Xuanxin, then does I have no sword technique that can be compared with that of Shaolin?"

Yes, isn’t my Shaolin martial arts claiming to be all-encompassing? The serious monks also have a sense of sect pride.

Xuan Xin tskated: "I don't have many Shaolin sword techniques, but there is still one that can compare with these three sword techniques. It is the 'Ananda sword technique' among the seventy-two unique skills. They are all superb skills in the exterior scene that can communicate the laws of heaven and earth. Of course, you have to enter the 'exterior scene' realm to exert the true power of this sword technique."

He roughly introduced this magical skill of swordsmanship, and the monks were very excited when they heard it.

"Okay, it's late at night, everyone goes back to their room to work hard." Xuan Xin yawned without any image, and said indifferently, "Actually, I'm not afraid of junior brother Xuan Ku, but the Servant Hospital is under the jurisdiction of the Resources Institute. I'm giving him a face."

He was worried about his shock just now.

"Is that true?" A mellow sound suddenly sounded at the door.

Xuan Xin's face turned pale and she quickly smiled and said, "Junior Brother Xuanku, I, I..."

Xuan Ku was very big, and he was still wearing a yellow monk's robe, but there was a string of brown and red Buddhist beads on his right hand.

This is the same as what Meng Qi saw in the hands of the precept monks in the precepts during the day, except that one is dark yellow and the other is brown and red.

"Senior Brother Xuanxin, I am no longer in the relics academy, and I am currently a deacon monk in the precepts academy." Xuan Ku said seriously.

"No wonder, junior brother, you come here to inspect." Xuan Xin deliberately changed the subject.

Is this even more terrifying? Is it good? Meng Qi secretly raised his tongue and the unkind Master Xuanku, who actually entered the precepts academy. If he is caught in a small braid in the future...

Xuan Ku looked around the yard, nodded and said, "Everyone goes back to your room, don't forget to work hard."

After returning to the Zen room, Meng Qi quietly took out the little jade Buddha, turned his back to Zhen Ying, and Zhen Guan and others checked. He felt that the tentacles were warm and the coldness penetrated into his body, making his mind clear.

"What a strange treasure!" Meng Qi was happy in his heart, looking around and looking around, wanting to discover more secrets, but he never gained anything. He had to calm down and stop thinking about these things, and start trying to enter into meditation. With the help of the little jade Buddha, this time it was very easy to enter into meditation.

After the transformation from true energy, Meng Qi suddenly frowned, thought about it, and took down the little jade Buddha directly.

The first step in martial arts practice is that you cannot rely on external objects. If it becomes a habit, it will be like walking forward with a crutch in the future.

After the little jade Buddha, Meng Qi's mind gradually became alive. Fortunately, he had the previous two successful experiences. At this time, the bright moon was hanging high again, and the night was late, and people finally restrained his mind, calmed and calmed, and silence gave birth to wisdom, wisdom and true energy came into being.

After breathing in the true energy and filling the acupoints, Meng Qi opened his eyes again after an hour and a half. It was not that he did not want to continue practicing, but that he had to ensure a rest, otherwise tomorrow's water-carrying and sweeping the floor would consume a lot of energy.

Since I had just finished the "cultivation of self-cultivation in meditation", Meng Qi was refreshed and could not fall asleep for a short time. He turned his head and looked at it. He happened to see Zhenhui looking over, and it seemed that he had just finished his practice.

"My junior brother, haven't you been asleep yet?" Meng Qi's heart moved and planned to tell him about the worldly ways.

Zhenhui nodded and said blankly: "It's almost done."

"Well, then senior brother has to tell you something, some things..." Meng Qi began a long speech, but as he spoke, he found that Zhenhui's eyelids were hanging down, as if he was about to fall asleep.

He couldn't listen at all... Meng Qi's mouth twitched, frowned and thought, and soon thought of a good idea: "This guy seems to be very interested in the stories of the world, so I can integrate the human relationships into it!"

In fact, if Meng Qi hadn't been in a foreign land, alone, and others were not in a worldly way, he wouldn't care at all, but now, he wanted to relieve the depression of inexplicable time travel in this way.

"Junior brother, I once heard the story of a hero. Do you want to listen?" Meng Qi asked with a smile.

Zhenhui's eyes opened and she nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Senior Brother!"

This guy always speaks so uncontrollably... Meng Qi scratched his bald head, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said in a vague voice: "A long time ago, a Taoist priest Qiu Chuji passed by a place called Niujia Village..."

This story seemed to build a bridge between two worlds, making Meng Qi intoxicated for a moment, forgetting that he was just telling a story to Zhenhui.

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Three months later, Meng Qi's body rose higher, and the "100-day foundation building" was only half completed due to insufficient time.

The little shaman Zhenhui became more and more admiring Meng Qi's wonderful and intense "stories of the world" and almost obeyed him.

However, Meng Qi still did not get the opportunity to leave the Servant House and enter the Servant House.

"Junior Brother Zhending, where are you going?" Zhen Yong walked into the Servant Hospital and happened to see Meng Qi and Zhenhui taking a broom to go out. It was just after lunch.

Meng Qi replied excitedly: "Uncle Xuanxin arranged for us to clean the Sutra Pavilion."

Speaking of this, Meng Qi was surprised. After lunch just now, Xuan Xin ordered himself and Zhenhui to clean the Sutra Pavilion, and said that they would belong to him in the future.

Although Xuan Xin clearly stated that they were only responsible for the two floors of Buddhist scriptures, and there were monks cleaning them up, Meng Qi could not help but be excited. The Sutra Library is rumored to be stored in the 72 unique skills of Shaolin! There are so many martial arts fantasy stories where people can get adventures!
Chapter completed!