Chapter 138 Meeting an "Old Friend" In a Foreign Land

As soon as the voice fell, the mist swayed and dissipated rapidly. There was no more person in feathered robes and high hats in front of Meng Qi. The boat was still sailing on the lake. Gu Changqing and Zhenhui were still meditating beside him. The boatman behind him was rowing his oars as if it had never changed. The frequency was very high, and with the help of the wind, it was like a sharp arrow.

Looking at the sparkling lake, Meng Qi really had a dreamlike feeling. It seemed that the previous encounter with the person in feathered robes and high hats was just a dream of his. When he woke up, there was naturally no trace. But the yellow talisman in his hand, with complex and difficult to distinguish patterns on it, reminded him that someone had indeed come just now. It did not alarm Gu Changqing and Zhenhui, nor did it make him alert and aware.

Such strength is already extraordinary!

"What organization is it..." Meng Qi frowned and thought, quietly putting the talisman in his arms. It is always good to have an extra retreat.

Meng Qi had some vague guesses about this organization. It was very likely that it was the mysterious organization behind Drunkard Xie. After all, this was the only mysterious organization he had come into contact with. Other organizations could not possibly pay attention to him for no reason.

"Is Qu Jiuniang also from this organization..." Meng Qi thought of the beautiful proprietress of the first inn in Hanhai. If she really had the strength of a foreign scene and belonged to this organization, then the power of this organization was indeed extraordinary. It was not an ordinary luxury to let a foreign scene expert be the innkeeper.

After thinking hard for a while, Meng Qi had no clue. He had to collect his thoughts and continue to meditate with his eyes closed to restore his energy.

After most of the night, Meng Qi recovered some of his strength and was able to fight again. At this time, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. The bright moon broke through the clouds, casting a clear light, like a dream.

"We're here." The boatman docked the boat on the shore and looked at Meng Qi woodenly.

Meng Qi took out the bag he got from Shen Zui with a heartache, poured out some gems, and handed it to the boatman: "Is that enough?"

It is inconvenient for the horse bandits to carry gold and silver, so they always exchange some of their property for gems, so various gems are considered hard currency in the Western Regions, and there is a relatively unified valuation standard. Of course, there will always be differences in such things, and the prices appraised by different people in different places are bound to fluctuate. In an emergency, Meng Qi did not care about so much.

The quality of Shen Zui's gems is worse than Zhong Yashe's. The boatman looked carefully, counted them, and handed two pieces back to Meng Qi: "Too many."

It's still honest... Meng Qi felt a little better. Anyway, it was unexpected money, so he lost it. He was sad before that his plan was not as fast as the changes, and he could not continue to squander Zhong Yashe's wealth.

"Brother, where are we going? Master is still broadcasting secrets." When the boatman rowed away, Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi eagerly.

Meng Qi said with a headache: "Little Junior Brother, don't worry. Master is very powerful and blessed. Maybe he has already defeated the crying old man. Let's hide in Tanhan for a few days to avoid the limelight and then find out his whereabouts."

Since the two sides have been fighting hard for more than ten days and it is difficult to determine the winner, Meng Qi believes that there will not be much change in a short time. Shaolin reinforcements are coming. If the crying old man is not stupid, he will choose to retreat.

The problem now is how to send the little junior brother back to the master without being caught... Meng Qi is very distressed.

Although Zhenhui was a little stunned, he also listened to the reason. He knew that if the senior brother took the risk to save him, it would definitely cause a storm. If he didn't avoid the limelight in the past few days, it would be very dangerous, so he nodded and said: "Okay, let's go to Tanhan."

After that, he looked at Meng Qi with a sharp look: "Senior Brother, when did you attract thunder? Isn't this a method of outdoor scenes?"

Oh my, you just reacted now! Meng Qi looked up at the sky in silence. It turned out that this guy's calmness before was due to his long reaction time.

Meng Qi put away his "disdainful" expression and said "kindly": "Brother, I had a little adventure when I was being chased."

"Oh, adventure." Zhenhui's eyes became more and more sparkling. In his experience from listening to stories, traveling in the world is bound to be accompanied by adventures.

Gu Changqing beside him nodded thoughtfully. It turned out that the sky thunder was really caused by Xiao Meng. This was almost an ability of the outside scene. I don't know what kind of adventure it was.

Looking at the two people's curious faces, Meng Qi, who hadn't figured out how to talk nonsense, could only laugh twice to try to divert attention.

"Xiao Meng, what are you laughing at?" Gu Changqing asked doubtfully.

Meng Qi pointed to the front and said, "I have rescued my junior brother and escaped from the bandits. From now on, the sea is wide and the sky is high. Isn't it worth laughing at?"

"Haha, it is indeed worth laughing at." Gu Changqing felt that he had completed a chivalrous act and made good friends with chivalrous hearts, and he was also in a good mood.

Meng Qi suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did the conversation just now sound like Cao Mengde? Don't let a group of bandits suddenly appear in front of you and block your way. That would be no fun!

He shook his head, shook off this bad idea, and laughed loudly: "It is not suitable to stay here for long. Let's go to Tanhan quickly. After today, the vast sea will definitely leave our name!" Gu Changqing also laughed and said: "It is still unknown how we will fare, but if your experience spreads, Xiao Meng, you will definitely be on the human list and the world will pay attention to you." No matter what means he used, the fact that he was able to kill two masters with perfect nine orifices shows how terrible Meng Qi is. He will definitely be included in the human list ranked by combat power. Of course, how many places he can rank, whether others think it is watery, and whether they think the challenge is promising, that is another matter. I hope to have a good nickname... Meng Qi thought silently, and the three of them performed Qinggong and ran to the edge of the oasis. …………

The wind and sand were so strong that it hurt his face. Even with the ability of opening his eyes and ears, Meng Qi could hardly detect the situation five meters away.

Less than half a day after leaving Yuhai, the three encountered a real sandstorm on the way to Tanhan. The power of heaven and earth was terrible, and the wind and sand covered the sky and the sun, as if to bury people.

Dark gold flowed around Meng Qi, blocking the invasion of wind and sand. Due to the existence of the Golden Bell Cover, the initial damage caused by the sandstorm had little effect on him, but the symptoms such as water evaporation, dry throat, and difficulty breathing were not offset by the current Golden Bell Cover, so he could only endure and support.

Compared with him, Zhenhui and Gu Changqing were even worse. They didn't have the Golden Bell Cover, nor did they have the experience of practicing in front of Huohu. They covered their faces with scarves and walked with difficulty.

"We have to find a weathered rock and hillock to hide..." Meng Qi said to Zhenhui and Gu Changqing using the secret voice transmission. He himself didn't have a big problem, but if the sandstorm was a little more intense, the three of them might be blown away.

Zhenhui quietly hid behind Meng Qi, using his senior brother as a shield to block the wind and sand, and suddenly said: "Senior brother, there seems to be a light ahead!"

"Light?" Meng Qi was stunned, and looked far away. Sure enough, he saw a vague black shadow behind the layers of wind and sand. It seemed to be a house, with lights faintly shining through.

This is not an oasis, how could there be a building? Meng Qi was very confused, but after looking at the current state of Zhenhui and Gu Changqing, he felt that it was not a solution to continue like this, so he nodded and said: "Let's go there to avoid the wind and sand temporarily, but be careful."

"Maybe it's the remains of the oasis building in the past..." Gu Changqing guessed.

In the Western Regions, with the transfer of water sources and the invasion of wind and sand, there are always some oases covered by sand and dust and abandoned by humans. Gu Changqing is not surprised.

"That's right." Meng Qi put aside his worries a little, used himself as a shield, cut through the wind and sand, and moved forward like a chariot.

After passing through the heavy sandstorm, Meng Qi suddenly froze, because the building in front of him was not a relic, but a Buddhist temple that looked very new. The temple was not big, just a hall, and it was not gorgeous. It was built with ordinary Gobi rocks, gray and lifeless.

But at this moment, seeing it in the vast sandstorm, seeing the little green lamp inside, it actually gave him an unimaginable peace of mind and body.

It shouldn't be a place where people are eaten, right? Meng Qi's senses were affected, and he could only inspect it briefly, then walked to the temple door and patted it gently.

"Amitabha, the sandstorm is fierce, the three of you don't need to be polite." A clear voice came from the temple.

Meng Qi pushed open the temple door, and the first thing he saw was the stone statue of the Buddha with a kind and compassionate face. It was in the Nirvana Pure Seal, and the green lamp in front of it was swaying, illuminating the room.

The second time he saw it, he saw a young monk sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue. He was in his twenties, and his facial features were not outstanding, but he gave people a refreshing and detached feeling, which was the feeling that Meng Qi tried hard to play but always lacked.

"Amitabha, thank you for taking me in." Meng Qi put his hands together.

Although he hadn't shaved his head for more than ten days, and there was already a light layer of black hair on his head, he still subconsciously performed Buddhist etiquette.

The young monk smiled calmly and said, "Brother, there is no need to be polite. I built a Buddhist temple in this desert to provide a shelter for those who have lost their way. The Pure Land is everywhere, not only in the paradise, but also in the heart, and beside every devout monk."

"Brother, is this the Buddhist temple you built?" Meng Qi asked in astonishment.

When Buddhists meet, if they don't know the Dharma name, they can directly call the master, or they can call each other brothers and brothers.

The young monk pointed with his right hand, indicating that Meng Qi and the other two should sit on the ground, and then smiled and said, "I have been here for more than half a year, and built this Buddhist temple with my own hands and feet."

"Brother, this is a meritorious act." Zhenhui said with admiration.

Meng Qi frowned slightly. Is he an ascetic monk?

The young monk still had that indifferent and otherworldly smile: "On the day I went down the mountain, I made a great wish before the Buddha to build forty-nine Buddhist temples in the barren lands of the Gobi and deserts in the Western Regions to provide a place for travelers to rest and shelter from the wind."

Speaking of this, he paused and laughed at himself: "It can be regarded as merit. My name is Hongneng. I wonder what the two junior brothers call me? I wonder what the name of this donor is?"

"I am Zhending, and he is my junior brother Zhenhui, Gu Changqing from Gujiabao." Meng Qi introduced them one by one, "I wonder where the mountain gate is?"

Hongneng was about to speak, and suddenly smiled and said: "This place does not prohibit monsters, donors, please come in."

Monster? Meng Qi and Gu Changqing turned their heads in surprise and looked at the door. Could there be a monster?

Zhenhui's eyes were bright and he was quite excited.

The door opened, and a man carrying a package walked in. He was thin, his face was fleshless, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, giving people a cold feeling.

"Brother Zhenguan!" Zhenhui blurted out in surprise.

Meng Qi also recognized this man. He was Zhenguan who had been expelled from the temple for attacking him in a mad way. He was Zhenguan who came out of the secret passage in the back mountain of Shaolin. He was Zhenguan who was said by his master to have become a half-demon!