Chapter 21 Fortune and Misfortune

After carrying water and having breakfast, Meng Qi couldn't wait to walk to the Zen Heart Courtyard with his broom in hand, intending to find out from Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan and others why the bell sounded so urgently this morning.

Is it because Qing Jing’s death was discovered?

Have any Dharmakaya-level experts found any clues? How did the various sects in the Jin Dynasty respond?

With these questions in mind, Meng Qi stepped into the Zen Heart Courtyard and pretended to sweep up the light snow that had accumulated last night.

While cleaning, he quietly observed the disciples of various sects coming and going in several courtyards, and found that although most of them had shock and confusion on their faces, only a few had serious expressions, as if they were worried.

"The junior cleaning guy over there." Zhang Yuanshan's familiar voice suddenly reached Meng Qi's ears.

Meng Qi turned around and saw Zhang Yuanshan standing in front of a guest room, waving to him: "Junior brother, please come in and clean up. I'm restless and soiled the floor."

"Okay." Meng Qi naturally knew that Zhang Yuanshan was looking for an excuse to let him in, and immediately walked to the guest room carrying a broom, dustpan and other items.

Zhang Yuanshan waited there gracefully, opened the door and let Meng Qi in first, while he pretended to look around casually.

As soon as Meng Qi entered the room, the bright yellow color came into view, and Jiang Zhiwei turned out to be here too.

He was cautious, lowered his head, and waved the broom to clean up the tea stains and residue on the ground.

Jiang Zhi smiled: "Little monk, is it you again?"

"Hui Jiang, almsgiver, the young monk has been cleaning the Zen courtyard for the past two days." Meng Qi heard that Jiang Zhiwei was pretending that the two had only met yesterday, so he answered cooperatively.

Hearing the title "Donor Jiang", Jiang Zhiwei raised her right hand, covered her mouth, then lowered her face, and said seriously to Zhang Yuanshan who re-entered the room: "Brother Zhang, Sister Qi and I didn't know each other yesterday. We have a close relationship with each other, but who would have thought that she would suffer such a disaster today? I am really upset. You have a close relationship with her, have you remembered any clues? I will use the sword in my hand to get justice for Sister Qi!"

Qi Xia was eliminated by her yesterday.

What? Qi Xia is dead? The horror in Meng Qi's heart was like a strong wind and a huge wave, and he couldn't control it. How could Qi Xia die? That girl from the Jiangnan water town who was thoughtful, delicate, and fond of traps and hidden weapons, actually died?

Bang, in shock, although he tried hard to restrain himself, he still couldn't hold the broom firmly. This was completely beyond his previous expectations!

The sound of the broom falling to the ground brought Meng Qi back to his senses. He quickly bent down to pick it up, pretending to be frightened and said: "Little monk, I'm sorry."

Meng Qi's stammering was not a deliberate act, it was actually caused by being too surprised.

"It doesn't matter, I was no less shocked than you at the time. This incident was really shocking." Zhang Yuanshan comforted Meng Qi with the same attitude towards "strange Shaolin disciples", and then turned to Jiang Zhiwei and said: "I was in Mao some years ago. Ling, I met Junior Sister Qi once. Although we had a brief relationship, we didn't find anything unusual. It seems that Master Kongwen's words were true. She was killed by the curse in her body because she tried to reveal the secret. Alas "Junior sister Qi was in her prime, but she died so young, which is really sad."

The sorrow and regret in his voice were genuine.

Although organizations such as "Xianji" cannot be discussed publicly, the deaths of Qi Xia and Qingjing are unstoppable and will soon become known to everyone. Therefore, Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei took this opportunity to inform Meng Qi in advance to avoid When he first heard about it, he was exposed in front of other monks.

It turns out that Qi Xia was obliterated because she wanted to leak the "World of Reincarnation"... She was sure that she would be obliterated in front of someone with great powers at that time? Is the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" so powerful? Meng Qi understood the cause of Qi Xia's death, but the storm in his heart has not calmed down at all. Who wants to be controlled by someone if there is a chance? Who wants to be coerced into completing various dangerous tasks in exchange for the "magic elixir"?

Is the "Dragon-Subduing Arhat", a man of Dharma height, unable to stop the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation"?

Jiang Zhi sighed slightly: "Qing Jing also died in an unknown manner. The real culprit behind the scenes is really hateful!"

"I had a doubt yesterday. Did you notice, Junior Sister Jiang?" Zhang Yuanshan pondered for a moment and said, "When Junior Sister Qi's curse broke out, Master Kongwen said that he was a step too late, but he never showed the power of the golden body. It's really unreasonable. I asked Uncle Xuan Yuanzi privately, and he only said that the rumors were true."

Jiang Zhi pursed her lips slightly: "I also discovered this. After I returned to Zen Heart Institute, I asked the master, but he only asked me to collect various information and make assumptions."

Didn't reveal the golden body of Arhat? In other words, it cannot be proven that the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" has far surpassed the Dharmakaya and reached the realm of the legendary Taoist Buddha. Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief and was even more curious about why Qi Kongwen did not reveal his golden body.

"After all, we are still too weak to be exposed to higher-level things." Zhang Yuanshan sighed sincerely. He no longer had the pride he had hidden before - for his current age, his martial arts is sufficient.

Only by becoming stronger, stronger, and stronger can we get rid of the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" step by step, and not die in cruel tasks. And if we want to become stronger quickly, it seems that we have to rely on the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation"...

The five fingers of Jiang Zhiwei's right hand slid gently on the scabbard as if playing a civil and military lyre, looking at the blue sky outside the window, her tone was solemn and firm: "Maybe one day, we will encounter similar things. , I can only use the long sword in my hand to cut out a glimmer of life. I would like to share these words with Senior Brother Zhang."

The two of them reviewed what happened in the Mahavira Palace this morning word by word, as if Meng Qi was transparent, except for the matter of the "Fairy Miracle" and "Mythical" organizations.

We can only wait until the next reincarnation mission and communicate on the White Jade Square. Otherwise, if the seniors from various factions in the hospital hear it, they will definitely be suspected.

Meng Qi slowly finished sweeping the floor, and after Jiang Zhiwei left first, he also returned to the courtyard and continued his "sweeping career." His mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts, making it difficult to calm down.

After lunch, Meng Qi followed the "Iron Shirt Mental Technique" to carry out the Qi transfer, trying hard to turn what others instilled into him into something of his own.

But at this time, Xuan Xin rang the small bell in the courtyard to summon everyone to gather.

"Immediately clean the square near the main entrance and respectfully send donors from various sects away." Xuanxin ordered angrily as if she had been awakened from a deep sleep. At the end, she muttered in a low voice: "The leader's brain has been destroyed by monsters." Have you eaten it? When did I, Shaolin, need to be so respectful to other sects?”

Meng Qi's heart moved, and he probably guessed the reason. The descendants of the Xuantian Sect and the Dajiang Gang both died tragically in the temple. Shaolin was in the wrong and had to make some statement.

Everyone quickly arrived at the square near the main entrance carrying brooms, buckets and other items, assigned areas, and worked enthusiastically.

Because he had "finished" the iron cloth shirt and had some basic internal skills, Meng Qi became more relaxed when cleaning. He couldn't help but want to take the opportunity to practice the "Eight Steps of Divine Movement" several times, but he also knew that each guest was sent to There are many masters like seeing off monks. If someone discovers that the light kung fu he practices is not Shaolin style, under the current situation, he will inevitably be tortured.

Amidst the tinkling of wind chimes, Zhenyan suddenly pointed to the distance and said: "Junior Brother Zhending, that is the benefactor of Jiang Zhiwei, who ranks first in martial arts this time, and the successor of Xijian Pavilion."

He got close to Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and they naturally got together after cleaning.

At this time, the masters and disciples of each sect were walking towards the main entrance, accompanied by several leaders and elders wearing red cassocks. The mantra was referring to Jiang Zhiwei, who was walking behind a man in green.

Tch, need you to introduce me? We know each other very well, okay! Meng Qi cursed in modern language in his heart, but pretended to be enthusiastic on the surface, "Hey, it's that girl! She helped me once when I was cleaning the Zen Heart Courtyard."

"Brother, this is not right." Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi blankly.

Zhenyan asked curiously: "Junior Brother Zhending, is Donor Jiang Zhiwei that kind of arrogant and cold woman? It is said that most women with good swordsmanship and martial arts are like this."

Meng Qi originally wanted to show off, but in the end he forced himself to hold back: "I don't know, judging from how she helped me, she must be a very easy girl to get along with. By the way, junior brother, what's wrong?"

Zhenhui frowned and looked at Meng Qi: "Senior brother, aren't heroes usually saving beauties?"

roll! Meng Qi just wanted to say this to his silly junior brother.

Zhenyan couldn't help but laugh, and he also knew that Zhenhui was too addicted to the various Jianghu stories compiled by Meng Qi.

The handyman monks around started talking in low voices.

"Is that Zhang Yuanshan of the Zhenwu Sect? I heard from other senior brothers that he is a famous young master of this generation and is expected to enter the list in the future."

"It's him, but I heard that he was defeated by Jiang Zhiwei of Xijiang Pavilion yesterday by half a move."

"Such a pretty little girl?"

"Don't look down on little girls. My mother told me that the more beautiful a girl is, the more powerful she is!"

The reason why the monks come to the courtyard is because there are some problems. It is inevitable that some of them will speak vulgarly.

"Hey, what happened to the little girl? In ten years, she will probably be able to step into the field and become a real master. With her appearance and identity, she will definitely be chased by a large number of heroes in the world and be praised as a fairy." Zhenyan suddenly sighed, " The same is true for Zhang Yuanshan. He is a direct disciple of the Zhenwu Sect and is valued by his elders. His future is unlimited, unlike us, who are just cleaning jobs and are not even qualified to stand with them! "

"Yeah, not to mention standing together, I am satisfied to be looked at by them. When I return to secular life in the future, I can always brag to my neighbors. I once had an affair with a certain hero or fairy in the world. A friendship." Other monks also sighed similarly.

Suddenly, the handyman monk was full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, who were walking, turned their heads almost at the same time, looked here, and nodded slightly to Meng Qi.

"Haha, are they looking at me?"

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Who? Who are they looking at?"

The handyman monks suddenly became excited and talked about it.

Meng Qi let out a breath, soothing the sudden subtle emotions in his heart, and watched Jiang Zhiwei and others leave.

"In the world of the future, they may be the most powerful figures!"...

With similar sighs, Meng Qi, Zhenhui, and Zhenyan packed up their tools and returned to the handyman's yard.

As he walked, Zhenyan said a little sadly: "They are walking the ladder to the sky, but we can't even take this small step out of the courtyard. Hey, Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, don't be sad. , Aren’t you desperate?”

Meng Qi secretly thought, I have to find a chance to leave Shaolin. With the world of reincarnation, I may have a sudden surge in my martial arts. If I stay here, I will not be suspected. However, I am not in a hurry. I am in urgent need of master training, so I left Shaolin. , with his current strength, it is difficult to find a suitable opponent without hurting his life - his iron cloth shirt is only a small skill in accumulating energy, and he is an ordinary martial arts, but he is not afraid of being discovered, and there are more excuses to explain.

Moreover, if you can learn one of the 72 unique skills from a master during this process, you will have a much greater chance of surviving in the world of reincarnation in the future. Anyway, you will have to go down the mountain in the future.

At this time, Zhenhui answered foolishly: "Why should you be sad? When sweeping the floor, concentrate on sweeping the floor, when eating, concentrate on eating, when listening to stories, concentrate on listening to stories, when sleeping, concentrate on sleeping, why would you be sad?"

"Huh?" Zhenyan was stunned and did not answer, but a light "huh" sounded next to him.

Meng Qi did not need to turn his head, because his senses, which had greatly improved due to the opening of Dantian and the accumulation of internal strength, had already discovered that the terrifying Master Xuanku and another yellow-robed monk were approaching.

"Master Xuanku, Master Xuanchi." Zhenyan looked over in the direction of the "huh" and quickly put his hands together.

After Meng Qi and Zhenhui also saluted, Xuanku nodded: "Zhenhui, go to the Martial Monk Academy tomorrow."

Ah? Except for Zhenhui himself who still didn't understand the situation, Meng Qi and Zhenyan were both shocked.

Xuan Chi, who looked sharp and capable with golden skin, looked at Meng Qi and asked, "Are you Zhen Ding?"

"I am a disciple." Meng Qi was puzzled.

Xuan Chi nodded slightly and said, "You will also go to the Martial Monk Academy tomorrow."

Ah? Meng Qi was also stunned.