Chapter 142 The Fifth Level Completed

The demonic energy that seemed to make the entire Tianhaiyuan tremble could only disturb Meng Qi and others from the mind, and it was difficult to actually invade "The World Is So Close". Moreover, it seemed to have some reservations, fearing that if it attacked without reservation, it would be labeled as a bully, which would attract the great monks of Lan Ke Temple.

The latter point was Meng Qi's guess, because the powerful demon clan that could occupy a "paradise" should have its own clan-guarding magic weapon, just like Shaolin's Ananda Sword and Xijian Pavilion's Zhanwo Sword.

However, since the other party did not ask for the clan-guarding magic weapon for unknown reasons, Meng Qi naturally would not ask too much, which would be in vain. He supported Gu Changqing and Zhenhui, followed Hongneng with steady steps, and walked along the river to the light blue and transparent lake.

The lake is located on the plateau, and the river rushes up against the law. When Meng Qi and Hong Neng reached the edge of the plateau, the sky suddenly became bright. It turned out that the huge white fox disappeared, and a Buddhist temple appeared on the plateau. It was simple and unadorned, with bells ringing far away, solemn and lofty.

A mountain road, from the Buddhist temple down, meandered in front of Meng Qi and others, as if waiting for them to climb up.

Hong Neng took a breath, knelt down slowly, crawled on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Brother Hong Neng?" Meng Qi asked puzzledly.

The white fox disappeared, and Gu Changqing and Zhenhui gradually returned to normal, looking at Hong Neng with the same confusion.

Hong Neng smiled calmly: "When I was a child, I once said when I entered the temple that every time I came across a Buddhist temple, I would kowtow every three steps and worship the Buddha devoutly."

"But this is an illusion?" Meng Qi frowned and said.

Hongneng shook his head and smiled: "The Buddhist temple is in my heart, not elsewhere. Since I have 'seen' it, it must be the real Buddhist temple."

"Uh..." Meng Qi seemed to understand.

Hongneng glanced at Meng Qi: "Shaolin is a Zen sect. Isn't it always said that it points directly to the Buddha nature of oneself? Although this is inconsistent with the path of my temple, I also feel that it makes sense. Not on this shore, not on the other shore, not in the middle, there is no Buddha outside the heart."

Meng Qi nodded gently, thinking of the concept of the Yangming School of Confucianism, there is nothing outside the heart, and there is no doubt about Hongneng's choice.

Ding!

The sound of the bell was far away, Hongneng knelt devoutly, knocked every three steps, and slowly moved forward. Meng Qi had never made such a promise, nor did he really have the heart to worship Buddha. Naturally, he just followed quietly behind, enjoying the sacred peace brought by this situation.

This feeling did not come from the Buddhas in the sky, nor from the sound of scriptures and Buddha's name, but from the piety of meticulously knocking his head.

This mountain road is very long, but Hong Neng is not impatient at all. As he walks, Meng Qi activates the Golden Bell Cover. It is not that he has a fighting spirit, but he starts practicing because he is bored, striving to complete the fifth level as soon as possible. Only when the fifth level is completed and the sixth level is practiced, can the acupoints related to the nose orifice be condensed, otherwise it will stagnate.

In the opening period, the fifth level of the Golden Bell Cover corresponds to the eye orifice and the ear orifice, the sixth level corresponds to the nose orifice and the mouth orifice, the seventh level is to practice the front yin and the back yin, so that the inner world can form a cycle, and the eighth level is to condense the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows, open the mysterious gate of life and death, and the internal and external meet, including half-step external scene and real breakthrough.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Meng Qi suddenly asked Gu Changqing and Zhenhui in confusion, "Do you feel that the cultivation here is particularly fast? Just now, an hour was almost equivalent to my one-day cultivation."

"Really?" Gu Changqing was immersed in the solemn and pious atmosphere and had not tried to practice. He was quite surprised at this time and hurried to try. After a moment, he said in surprise, "Yes! This is really a holy place for cultivation!"

"Well, the little mouse is very fast." Zhenhui nodded heavily, looking very happy.

Hongneng worshipped Buddha devoutly, without distraction, and completely ignored their conversation.

After confirming his own guess, Meng Qi was surprised and happy, and hurried to practice. Anyway, he was just walking unconsciously and didn't need to fight.

About a day later, the dark gold luster on Meng Qi's body became brighter and brighter, and the sound of frying beans kept ringing, indicating the changes in his body.

In the end, the dark gold almost merged into a dazzling sky-high light, making Meng Qi look like an arhat covered by Buddha's light.

The light gradually faded, Meng Qi opened his eyes and realized that his fifth level of the Golden Bell Cover had been completed. Moreover, because he was tempered by the essence of divine thunder, and the true meaning of Ananda's sword technique was secretly in line with the essence of Buddhism, he was sealed as the first grade. Not only did the chest barrier disappear, but the barrier on the back of his back was also condensed and no longer a weakness.

So far, Meng Qi only had thirteen barriers left, including the nine natural orifices and the Dantian, temples, eyebrows, and throat. They would disappear one by one as the Golden Bell Cover improved, but before he achieved the Dharmakaya, there would always be a barrier that could not be refined.

"One day's work is equivalent to one month's hard work." Meng Qi laughed. Although his fifth level was close to completion, he still had to practice hard for about a month. Unexpectedly, Tian Haiyuan's embarrassment helped him.

Hongneng had already kowtowed in front of the Buddhist temple. Just as he was about to enter the temple to worship Buddha, suddenly, the plateau, lake, and temple all shook like water waves, and then disappeared without a trace.

Meng Qi looked around in a daze, and could only see deep canyons, desolate gravel, and complex landforms, as if the beautiful rivers and mountains and the plateau sky sea he had experienced before were just a dream.

"It's just a dream..." Meng Qi sighed lightly.

Hongneng smiled and said, "The demon clan donors in Tianhaiyuan have given up. I will just take you to Tanhan Oasis."

At this time, they had already gone deep into Tanhan, and the oasis was only an hour or two away.

"Haha, thanks to Brother Hongneng's "Close and Far Away" which is very magical, the demon clan retreated when they saw the difficulty." Meng Qi thanked sincerely.

Hongneng clasped his hands together without showing any trace of pride: "Amitabha, they also had good intentions and gave up in advance. Otherwise, the poor monk would have to persist for another half day. I really don't know if it would be possible."

Gu Changqing and Zhenhui also thanked Hong Neng. When they arrived at Tanhan Oasis, they went to Xieling to the south and to Liushaji to the east. If they were careful, they would be able to escape the pursuit of the horse bandits.

Hong Neng suddenly remembered something and said: "One day in the mountains means a thousand years in the world. Although Tianhaiyuan cannot reach this level, it has a similar effect. Junior Brother Zhending, please don't misestimate the time."

"One day in the mountains, a thousand years have passed in this world?" Meng Qi was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized, "No wonder the effect of practicing in Tianhaiyuan for one day is equivalent to one month. It turns out that almost a month has passed outside."

A month later, Shaolin's reinforcements should have arrived long ago. They probably saved the master, went to the Vajra Temple, searched for the two of them to no avail, and then returned.

Of course, this is a good thing for me. I don't have to be "caught back" to Shaolin. Moreover, after being missing for a month, the horse bandits probably thought that they and others had returned to the Central Plains, and there would no longer be a dragnet-like pursuit. By then, as long as they The little junior brother was sent to the foot of Shaolin Mountain, and he died in the sea, haha!

Meng Qi couldn't help but smile when he thought of his proud place.

Not long after, the four of them arrived at the oasis and entered the market. Since they had changed their clothes in Yuhai, the number of people was wrong, and the time was wrong. Meng Qi was not afraid of being discovered, so he invited Hongneng to the inn for dinner.

Hongneng smiled and shook his head: "Amitabha, fate comes and goes. I still have a great wish to fulfill, so let's say goodbye."

Meng Qi knew that he was practicing hard, so he didn't force him. He clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, if senior brother Hongneng needs help in the future, just tell him."

"If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again." Hongneng looked at the three of them, nodded with a smile, and turned away casually.

"Lanke Temple is so mysterious." Gu Changqing sighed.

Meng Qi nodded slightly, then immediately put on his face, looked at the inn and said, "I haven't eaten meat for a month, I can't wait!"

The real feeling only lasts for one day... The corner of Gu Changqing's mouth twitched.

"Brother, you have awakened. According to the commandments, you should not eat meat anymore." Zhenhui said to Meng Qi seriously.

Meng Qi's expression suddenly froze on his face and collapsed inch by inch. He had no self-consciousness like a Shaolin disciple.

Ahem, cough, cough, Meng Qi coughed a few times, and said to Zhenhui with a serious face: "Junior brother, only when you return to Shaolin and leave records in the Miscellaneous Courtyard and the Discipline Courtyard can you truly enter the enlightenment and start to obey the rules. The precepts of enlightenment.”

"Really?" Zhenhui scratched his head in confusion.

"Yes." Meng Qi looked like he almost believed me.

"Okay." Zhenhui said happily, "Then let's go eat meat quickly!"

Meng Qi smiled again and walked into the inn first. He chose a relatively quiet place that was convenient for escaping into the backyard and ordered roasted leg of lamb and other food.

Then, he tilted his head slightly and moved his ears lightly, listening to the exchanges of other guests to make up for the gap of this month.

The same was true for Gu Changqing. Although he had no ears, many people were talking loudly and the whole inn could hear them. Only Zhenhui looked eagerly in the direction of the kitchen, waiting for the food.

"I heard that King Kong Temple has relented?"

"Of course, their Dharma King Bye, who was in charge of foreign affairs, committed suicide, and his body was sent to the three sacred monks of Shaolin. They said that Dharma King Bye was greedy for Shaolin's secret knowledge, so he trained spies to steal it. After he was discovered, he was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he found The crying old man who practiced in seclusion instigated him to kill the God of Xuanbei The monk wanted to directly provoke a head-on confrontation between the two temples. Unexpectedly, Xuanbei Divine Monk not only did not die at the hands of the crying old man, but after more than ten days of fighting, he repelled the crying old man. Although he was seriously injured, he also used this to break through to the location. The peak, so the Dharma King’s conspiracy was shattered and he had to commit suicide to apologize.”

"Suicide? Although Dharma King Bye is the Grand Master of the Seventh Heaven in the outdoor scene, I'm afraid it's not possible to bypass the other Dharma Kings to do these things. Hehe, it's better to commit suicide. It's better to commit suicide. What do the three Shaolin monks say?"

"What can I say? A grandmaster committed suicide, Vajra Temple has paid a huge price and surrendered, and Shaolin has no real damage. If you don't want to provoke a full-scale war, you can naturally give up."

Hearing this, Meng Qi immediately let go of his vague worries. Not only was his master fine, but he had also reached the peak of outdoor scenes. How great!

"I wonder where those two Shaolin disciples went? After causing such a big disturbance in the vast sea, they suddenly disappeared. Could they have been caught by the horse bandits in Xieling and quietly killed?"

"Impossible! On the day when the two Shaolin monks arrived, all the famous horse bandits who had participated in this matter in the vast sea hid. Even the leaders of the Nine Apertures and the Eight Apertures on the Evil Ridge. He quietly went down the mountain and hid somewhere, leaving only the 'Evil Scholar' Kang Zhi and the two leaders of Qiqiao."

"Yes, if they caught the Shaolin disciples, why would they kill all Gu Changqing's parents, siblings, and other evil spirits?"

Bang, the wooden chopsticks in Gu Changqing's hand fell to the table, his face turned pale and his eyes were empty.

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