"Sutra Pavilion?" Zhen Yong raised his eyebrows, then smiled and showed his white teeth, "Junior Brother Zhending, it's time for the monks to practice boxing after noon. Why not follow you to the Sutra Pavilion to help you clean it, hehe, to be honest, I'm very curious about it."

"But..." Meng Qi was worried that this would violate the precepts.

Zhen Yong smiled brightly and said, "Don't worry, all the monks in the temple can freely enter and exit the two floors below the Sutra Pavilion. I just don't have time. If you don't believe it, you can ask Uncle Xuanxin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhenhui ran into Xuanxin's Zen room with a whistle, making Zhenyong stunned.

Meng Qi smiled dryly and said, "Zhenhui is such a serious person."

"It should be, it should be." Masayoshi said with a laugh.

During this period, he often went to the Servant Hospital to ask Meng Qi for questions about literacy and sentence pronunciation, and often helped him and Zhenhui do some miscellaneous work. He was quite generous and good at speaking.

"Master Xuanxin said that Senior Brother Zhenyong is right." Zhenhui ran out and said loudly.

"Then let's go." Zhen Yong laughed.

The Sutra Pavilion is located on a cliff on the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. It is a four-story old building, standing alone and flying birds will be very conspicuous when approaching.

After entering the Sutra Pavilion, Meng Qi poured himself a cup of white water on the table and tilted his head to drink. The journey was too far, Qiu Laohu was extremely fierce and thirsty!

But Zhenhui walked to the bookshelf where Buddhist scriptures were placed, took out one by one, and carefully looked through them.

"Hey, Junior Brother Zhenhui, what are you doing? Do you like reading Buddhist scriptures?" Zhen Yong asked in amusement and confusion.

Meng Qi didn't understand Zhenhui's actions, so he poured a glass of water again, and looked over while drinking.

Zhenhui's expression was very serious, with a faint hope: "There may be peerless magical skills written in the cracks in the scriptures."

Puff, Meng Qi sprayed out a mouthful of water, and Zhen Yongman's face was covered with his head and face. Has this guy been deeply poisoned by the martial arts fantasy story? Or is he trusting himself so much, and he believes whatever he says?

Zhen Yong wiped his face blankly and looked at Meng Qi: "Junior Brother Zhending, what's funny about this? What Junior Brother Zhenhui said is not impossible."

"Yes, this was told by my senior brother secretly!" Zhenhui flipped over very seriously.

"Haha." Meng Qi could only answer like this, then he calmed down his funny mood and said, "Junior brother, don't be anxious first. Anyway, we have to come every day, clean it first, otherwise we will be punished."

Hearing what his most trusted senior brother said, Zhenhui immediately put down the scriptures and cleaned the Sutra Pavilion with Meng Qi and Zhenyong.

At noon, the cleaning was almost completed. Just as Meng Qi was about to "flip through" the scriptures, Zhen Yong suddenly covered his stomach and said anxiously: "Oh, two junior brothers, there are three urgent things, senior brothers, go first to make it easier."

While talking, he ran to the stairs and made a sound of glaring footsteps, disappearing in front of Meng Qi and the others.

Meng Qi didn't care much, so he called Zhenhui to carefully distinguish the classified storage locations of Buddhist scriptures to see if there was any place worth paying attention to.

After about a quarter of an hour, Ma Yong walked back with his stomach pale face.

"Senior Brother Zhenyong, is it okay?" Meng Qi asked with concern.

Masayoshi shook his head: "It seems that he has suffered a stomachache."

He also learned from Meng Qi and Zhenhui and slowly browsed the title of the book in front of the bookshelf. Suddenly, he chuckled and said, "There is actually a boxing score of 'Arhat Fist' here."

"Rahan Fist? Isn't this the boxing technique you usually practice with senior brother?" Meng Qi quickly leaned over.

Zhen Yong took out the book and handed it to Meng Qi: "Yes, I thought it would be upstairs, but I didn't expect it to be on this floor."

Meng Qi took it and looked through it greedily, wanting to remember all the contents inside.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Zhending, do you need your senior brother to give you some advice?" Zhen Yong said with a smile.

Meng Qi was happy, but he said with great confidence: "This, is this OK?"

It is a matter of not allowing the secret learning of martial arts to go against the temple rules!

Zhenhui also widened her eyes, which were clearly black and white, and looked at Zhenyong with implicit excitement.

Zhen Yong pointed to this boxing book and said, "Since the boxing book is placed where all monks go to and borrow it at will, it means that this is a basis for everyone to learn and does not violate the rules of the temple."

"Yeah." Meng Qi was still worried, so he picked up the boxing brochure and returned to the first floor, intending to ask the old monk who was responsible for borrowing scriptures.

The old monk's eyebrows were yellow and his skin was deeply frowning, and he looked like he could fall to death at any time. At this time, his eyes were dozing off as if they were closed.

"Uncle Master, this boxing book is not put in the wrong place, right?" Meng Qi asked carefully.

According to Xuanxin, the old monk who guarded the pavilion is called "Konghui" and belongs to the first generation with the abbot Kongwen, three generations higher than Mengqi - Shaolin is in the order of "the heart is empty and there is no mysterious truth, and the purity and wisdom are deep."

Konghui opened his eyelids, glanced at Meng Qi in a muddy manner, and said slowly: "The Arhat Fist is widely circulated and there is no special thing."

In other words, you can learn it yourself! Meng Qi thought ecstatically, although this is a very ordinary boxing technique, it is better than nothing after all!

He happily took the boxing score and returned to the second floor, and solemnly bowed to Zhen Yong: "I would like to ask my senior brother for advice."

After that, until noon was about to pass, Meng Qi and Zhenhui were both learning martial arts in the Sutra Library, and they felt that all their strength seemed to be condensed into a stream.

Since he was going back to practice martial arts, Zhenyong said goodbye in a hurry, while Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked on the cliff with satisfaction.

As he walked, Meng Qi found that Zhenhui's gaze was wrong and always stared at the abyss outside.

"Junior brother, what are you looking at?" Meng Qi was quite puzzled.

Zhenhui frowned and said, "Senior Brother, if you jump down, will you get peerless secrets or immortal weapons? No, I didn't see the immortal sword dance..."

Meng Qi's expression suddenly stiffened on his face. It's over, he's taking care of the child.

No, I have to turn it around! Meng Qi thought about it and saw that Zhenhui was so easy to deceive, so he half "save" and half evil tastes started to say, "My junior brother, let's change the story tonight."

"What story?" Zhenhui was very excited.

Meng Qi laughed and said, "The story of Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake."

"Well, is she a peerless master?" Zhenhui asked curiously and happily.

"..." Meng Qi was speechless for a moment.

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The bright moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, the cold wind was bone-broken, and the paper-scratched windows creaked. Each of the monks had another quilt, but it was really true, but Zhenguan was still so cold that it curled up into a ball.

Meng Qi had no idea about this, and sat cross-legged, calmed his mind and entered into sedation. He only felt that the true qi was moving upward, gathering into gold and jade liquid, derived from the poplar branches and filled into the corresponding acupoints.

As soon as this mouth of true qi was filled, Meng Qi immediately felt that the 365 major acupoints all over his body were swelling. The true qi gushed out, and the main meridians seemed to be washed away by floods, swelling and opening one by one. As the saying goes, "The meridians open up by themselves when the Qi is filled."

This step of ordinary people takes a certain amount of time, but Meng Qi's body has already completed the "100-day foundation building". At this time, the qi is full and overflows, and the meridians are unobstructed, and they are all open.

Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed all over his body, as if he had endless strength to use, and realized that he had taken the first step in martial arts practice.

He resisted the urge to get out of bed to practice Arhat Fist, and breathed a long sigh. He did not have much joy in his heart. First, the "100-day foundation building" is relatively simple, there is no difficulty, it is just a natural result. Second, a few months have passed, and his Arhat Fist has also made him look good, but he still can't see any hope after leaving the Servant Academy.

Without leaving the Servant Academy, the more advanced martial arts can break through the magical skills that are different from heaven and man, and you will never be able to reach them!

"Oh..." Meng Qi's anxiety and worries turned into a long sigh.

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"Zhen Ding, the lectures in the lecture halls these two days are stopped. You are responsible for cleaning the Zen Xinyuan and not attracting distinguished guests." Early this morning, after breakfast, Meng Qi was called over by Xuan Xin.

"Disciple guest? Uncle Xuanxin, I don't know which school of master he is?" Meng Qi wanted to find out clearly so as not to violate the guests' taboo.

Xuan Xin smiled: "The Zhenwu Sect, Xuantian Sect, Xijian Pavilion, Huanhua Sword Sect, Qingchen Sect and Dajiang Gang were invited by my Shaolin to send the masters in the sect to discuss martial arts together. In fact, it is to give the talented young disciples of each sect a chance to compete and expand their knowledge."

Meng Qi took a deep breath. These are the major martial arts sects in the world that Xuanxin mentioned! For example, the Zhenwu Sect and the Xuantian Sect are the second of the three Taoist sects, Xijian Pavilion, Huanhua Sword Sect belong to the Six Sects of Sword-Holding, Qingchen Sect, and Dajiang Gang are among the Six Sects of the World.

"A young disciple with outstanding talent?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously. After all, he was a young disciple of the Shaolin Zhen generation, and he always had a sense of comparison.

Xuan Xin touched his round belly and laughed: "What are you asking about this? Can you still compete with them? You are a serious monk who has just completed the foundation building for a hundred days. Compared with them, one is a toad in the mud and the other is a phoenix in the sky. Not to mention the competition, you are not even qualified to stand together!"

His bitter ridicule made Meng Qi quite ashamed and angry, his blood surged, and his face turned red. Although he was in his twenties and had considerable social experience, he was young and vigorous, and he still had a little competitive spirit. He was so despised at this time, and when he thought about the gap with those prides of heaven, it was naturally difficult to control his emotional fluctuations.

Xuan Xin seemed to have no idea and continued, "I heard that among the young disciples of various sects who came this time, several of them had entered the realm of enlightenment under twenty. They were probably expected to enter the human list in the future. What kind of martial arts do you know? What kind of unique skills do you know? However, I, Shaolin, have also produced many talents. The true common, true original, and true wonderful things of this generation are no worse than them."

As he said that, he looked at Meng Qi with his eyes slanted: "Why don't you go and clean the Zen Xinyuan."

Meng Qi gritted his teeth, calmed down, and walked towards the Zenxinyuan with a broom.
Chapter completed!