Chapter 119 Yuan Meng's Letter (Second Guaranteed Update)

Yellow walls and black tiles, chanting of Buddhist scriptures, quiet halls and pavilions, far away from the world.

Meng Qi's monk robes, socks and shoes were all free of dust, as clean as if he had just returned from a bath. While leisurely enjoying this rare tranquility, he followed Duan Xiangfei into the temple gate and found the monk in charge of reception.

"Do you want to ask about Master Yuanmeng?" The monk in charge of reception was a fair-skinned and eloquent young monk. He knew all the masters of recent generations.

"Yes, when I was young, Master Yuanmeng gave me a talisman, which had miraculous effects. Now that I am old and returning to my hometown, I want to pay homage to Master Yuanmeng and add some incense oil to your temple." Duan Xiangfei said with a sigh of vicissitudes. Who doesn't have a time when he is young and prosperous? But time is unforgiving. Feeling the muscles become weak and shriveled bit by bit, watching the skin wrinkle and wither inch by inch, no one is not afraid and fearful. Therefore, longevity is a dream that will never go out from generation to generation.

The monk in charge of reception suddenly realized, "Are you the donor Duan Xiangfei?"

"Ah, the master knows me?" Duan Xiangfei was extremely surprised. This happened decades ago. Meng Qi was also shocked, but the matter of the small jade Buddha was strange, so this degree of shock was justified.

The monk in charge of reception smiled and said, "Because Master Yuanmeng left a letter before he passed away, saying that if the donor Duan came with others, he would give this letter to you, uh, to the person next to you who got the amulet and gave it to you."

Master Yuanmeng actually had such foresight? Meng Qi was shocked again, and felt that the matter of the small jade Buddha was confusing and definitely contained a big secret.

Duan Xiangfei was speechless for a long time, as if he didn't believe that Master Yuanmeng, who looked ordinary at the beginning, could be so miraculous. It was not until the monk in charge of reception smiled and invited him in that he sighed and said, "Where is the letter?"

"In the Sutra Library, please go with Master Duan." Because Meng Qi was dressed as a monk, the monk in charge of reception addressed him as Master.

The Bodhi tree was lush and green, and it was scattered and quiet. Meng Qi asked the monk in charge of reception about Master Yuanmeng as he walked.

The monk in charge of reception did not hide anything and told the truth: "Master Yuanmeng was an orphan who was picked up and brought back to the temple. He was not outstanding when he was young and could be said to be muddle-headed. But when he was about 30 years old, he seemed to suddenly become enlightened. He lived on the ground in the Sutra Library for ten years, read the Buddhist scriptures, and realized the Zen. Later, because of his profound Buddhist teachings, he became the abbot of this temple. When he passed away, golden lotus and golden lamps appeared, Zen sounds and scriptures fell, and eight treasures fell from the sky."

"After his death, he did not have any relics in the world, but the monks in the temple said that he had achieved the status of Arhat."

It sounded like a normal "flattering word" from a monk. Meng Qi often saw golden lotus and Zen sounds around his master, and did not think it was strange that such a strange phenomenon occurred when a monk passed away.

While thinking, the monk in charge of reception had already taken Meng Qi into the Sutra Library and asked them to wait on the first floor and go upstairs to get the letter.

After a while, the monk in charge of reception came down with an old letter and handed it directly to Meng Qi.

Meng Qi thanked him and carefully opened it.

This is a yellowed paper, with only a few words on it:

"Where can I find Lingshan?"

Where can I find Lingshan... Meng Qi repeated it, at a loss. What did Master Yuanmeng mean by this, and what did it have to do with the little jade Buddha?

Duan Xiangfei also saw the content of the letter and was even more puzzled.

Meng Qi gathered his mind and put his hands together: "Amitabha, Brother Zhike, can I stay here for a while?"

He planned to explore Master Yuanmeng's "footprints" to see if there were any other gains to understand the true meaning of this statement.

With Duan Xiangfei's money, Zhike monk had no objection and arranged for Meng Qi, Duan Xiangfei, Duan Mingcheng and others to stay.

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After a period of time, Meng Qi took the time to condense the acupoints related to the ear, and kept thinking back to the sound of the thunder that day in silence.

This majestic and lofty voice went straight to the heart and had the ability to cleanse the ears. Although it was only recalled from memory and it was difficult to get the true essence, it also made Meng Qi's ears gradually feel loose.

Moreover, Che Wanxiu came to practice swordsmanship with Meng Qi every day. He gradually went from needing to use Luo Hongchen to win the battle to melting his own swordsmanship into one furnace, which was comparable to Luoxue Knife. His swordsmanship improved a lot. At the same time, this improvement was also a sharpening. Coupled with the spiritual and technique level exchanges with Duan Xiangfei, Meng Qi became more and more aware of opening his ears.

But there was still something missing, and it was difficult to feel that the ears were opened in one go.

On this day, Meng Qi finished practicing the Golden Bell Cover, the Illusion Form Method, and the Yijinduan Pian. He was about to think about the "Yanluo Post" and find someone to practice with, when he suddenly saw Duan Xiangfei coming in with a smile on his face.

"Old Duan, what's good?" Meng Qi teased.

Duan Xiangfei laughed and said, "Master, you want to test the Grandmaster with your sword, but another Grandmaster has come to you."

The battle between Master Zhending and Che Wanxiu, the "Falling Snow Blade", was spreading in the martial arts world at an unbelievable speed. Everyone was shocked and excited. For the Grandmaster, if he wanted to go a step further, fighting with such a master who broke the boundary between man and god was one of the few options. Therefore, as long as they were not dead, they would definitely come!

It was precisely because of this that Meng Qi waited at ease in Changhua Temple instead of running around and wasting time.

"Which Grandmaster is it?" Meng Qi asked with a smile.

Duan Xiangfei smiled like an old fox: "Old acquaintance, Luo Qing. The sad monk can't come because he is meditating. Wu Caisha lives in the south of the sky. It takes two months for the news to be transmitted. Gai Yuan has been missing for two years. He is the only one who can come."

The white-robed sword god Luo Qing... Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully. It was a good time to try his swordsmanship again. However, when Luo Qing was mentioned, he remembered something: "Old Duan, the treasure of the Snow God Palace should have been taken away by you a long time ago, right?"

Duan Xiangfei blushed: "There are two copies of the treasure map. One is cut into four pieces and given to the four guardians, and the other is hidden in the hands of the palace master's son, that is, this old man. After I was able to protect myself with martial arts, I opened the treasure. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to become a master and rebuild the secret Snow God Palace."

This is what it should be. How could the treasure map be given to the four guardians and not to the palace master's direct descendants? Unless it is as a safety measure... Meng Qi did not have much greed for the treasure. He patted his monk's robe, picked up the Red Sun Evil-Suppressing Knife, stepped out of the Zen room, and turned into the courtyard next to it.

In the courtyard, Luo Qing stood under the Bodhi tree, his white clothes were whiter than snow, his long sword was cold, his eyebrows were like a swimming dragon, and his nose was like a hanging gallbladder. He really looked good.

"Others say that you are a master of swordsmanship, but I only believe half of it." Luo Qing said briefly. He had fought with Meng Qi and knew his strength level at that time. He also knew that he had a swordsmanship that was a master of swordsmanship, but it was not a master of swordsmanship - the same two words in different order have completely different meanings.

When facing him before, Meng Qi was in a weak position and could only rely on "Duan Qingjing" - the rain of pear blossom needles could not lock Luo Qing, but now, Meng Qi's swordsmanship has greatly improved, and he has almost mastered what he has learned. Although he cannot understand the sword theory like Jiang Zhiwei and create new moves, he is almost at the level of Zhang Yuanshan's current moves. Therefore, when facing Luo Qing again, he was calm and calm, and smiled and said: "I hope you can believe the other half after this battle."

He did not draw his sword, waiting for Luo Qing to attack first.

Luo Qing was not polite either, and he raised his long sword and stabbed forward.

Suddenly, the bright sunlight seemed to be absorbed by the sword, and only the long sword was shining in the whole yard, and the rest of the place was dark.

The sword light was mighty, covering the sky and the sun, and it was extremely terrifying.

Meng Qi was no longer as panicked as before, his eyes were shining, and there seemed to be a trace of golden light leaking out, his eyebrows clapped, and his spirit was dispersed, so there was no mystery in front of him, the long sword crossed the sky, slashed diagonally, of course, Luo Qing himself could not be found.

However, Meng Qi could vaguely perceive the two positions where Luo Qing was probably, and the sword light spread out, rolling forward, covering these two positions completely under the sword light.

Ding Dingdangdang, the sound of swords and swords clashing continued, Meng Qi and Luo Qing fought faster and faster, and all the bodhi leaves in the yard were lifted up.

Che Wanxiu came to ask for advice early in the morning. At this time, she stood beside Duan Xiangfei, witnessing this battle, and whispered with emotion: "Even if he doesn't use the Tongshen sword move, Master Zhending's swordsmanship is not inferior to us."

"Seeing Master Zhending, I really feel that I have lived for decades in vain." Duan Xiangfei said self-deprecatingly.

Meng Qi performed his sword skills to the fullest, and felt refreshed all over. He wanted to let out a long roar. This time, he took advantage of the situation and "Falling into the Red Dust" came out with the sword!

The peak of martial arts, the joy of fighting, the peak of life, all melted into the sword light, as if it was a scrutiny from the boundary between humans and gods!

This sword made Duan Xiangfei and Che Wanxiu dazed and unable to control themselves. Which master didn't want to reach the top and defeat all the heroes in the world?

With a clang, the sword was put away and fell. Luo Qing stood there, feeling lost. He was defeated by Master Zhending.

Meng Qi put the Red Sun Evil-Suppressing Sword on his waist, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, Master Luo, I have been thinking about swordsmanship recently. I wonder if I can exchange a few words with you."

Without the self-sacrifice, he only has the power of one sword for the time being, so he plans to study swordsmanship.

Luo Qing restrained his expression and said coldly: "It's up to you."

As a loser, he has no right to choose.

Time passed quickly. Through his own hard training and the competition with Duan Xiangfei, Che Wanxiu, and Luo Qing, Meng Qi's swordsmanship was truly "entered", and he mastered "Falling in the Red Dust". Even if it was not as good as Duan Qingjing, it was still an absolute killer move. The ear orifices became clearer and clearer, as if they were waiting for an opportunity to open by themselves.

The vitality and energy were hidden, because the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were open, and the inner world was just formed, they would naturally open. Meng Qi did not practice rashly, so as not to affect the opening of the orifices.

The Golden Bell Cover and the Illusion Form Method did not make much progress, but the swordsmanship made great progress under Luo Qing's sparring. He probably mastered the changes of the "Yan Luo Tie" and only needed to practice in actual combat. The "Dugu Nine Swords" also had a vague sense of entry, and it was just a matter of time.

"There are still seven days left. Try the 'Yan Luo Post' first. If the ear orifices are not opened by the expiration date, take the 'Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing Pills'." On this day, Meng Qi finished his homework and flipped through the "Nine Swords of Dugu" casually, thinking about his own arrangements.

After a while, he put away the secret book, looked around at Duan Xiangfei, Che Wanxiu, Luo Qing and Duan Mingcheng who were waiting beside him, and suddenly smiled: "Dear donors, would you like to listen to the opening of the boundary between humans and gods? What else do you lack?"

After more than a month of sparring, it's time to give some rewards to settle the cause and effect.

"Ah?" Even if Duan Xiangfei is as cunning as he is, and Luo Qing is as cold-faced and cold-mouthed as he is, at this time, like Che Wanxiu and Duan Mingcheng, he looked at Meng Qi with a mixture of surprise and excitement.