Chapter 5 Little Jade Buddha

The disturbed thoughts disappeared, his mind was calm, he was not impatient or worried, Meng Qi gradually felt the energy being generated, passing through the Ren and Du meridians, condensing into golden liquid in the upper and lower jaws, and gathering a mouthful of "nectar" that was both clear and sweet.

The "nectar" slowly seeped into the Ren meridian and filled into the acupoints according to Meng Qi's thoughts.

If the body is deficient, the "nectar" will not be sweet, and it must be supplemented through such energy generation, strengthening the mind and body, and Meng Qi's current condition shows that his body is in the best condition at the moment.

"This body seems to have completed the 'hundred-day foundation building'?" Meng Qi, a little monk who didn't like Buddhism very much, opened his eyes and recalled the situation just now. According to the description of Uncle Xuan En, "I" should have passed the stage of "hundred-day foundation building" and can start "meditation and energy accumulation".

However, Meng Qi thought about it and calmed down. The "100-day foundation building" completed in the past was in the past. If he wanted to go further on the road of martial arts, he had to experience every step personally, without any leaps, so that he could go more steadily and further.

Seeing that a quarter of an hour had passed, Xuan En knocked on the wooden fish, awakening everyone with a clear and heart-touching sound, and then asked everyone about their meditation conditions, including whether they could enter meditation, the quality of the "nectar" generated, and gave guidance respectively.

Finally, he nodded and said, "Everyone go back and try again, we will start to learn to read."

Turning over the scriptures in front of him for learning to read, Meng Qi found that he basically knew the words on it.

This made him happy in his heart. At least he did not become illiterate and needed to learn from scratch. Now he is enough to "dominate" the lecture hall!

"Pick up the brush and practice this word." Xuan En ordered.

Meng Qi's joy immediately vanished. The last time he wrote calligraphy was when he was in elementary school. Sure enough, the words he wrote were extremely ugly.

"You need to practice more." Xuan En passed by Meng Qi with his hands behind his back.

Meng Qi nodded in frustration, and was suddenly shocked. If Xuan Zang saw this calligraphy, would he doubt something? This body of his was probably born in a distinguished family, and he had even completed the "100-day foundation building". It was impossible that he did not practice calligraphy since he was a child!

He opened his mouth with difficulty. Meng Qi felt that it was useless to explain to Xuan En, and it would only make things worse. So he hurried to practice calligraphy. If Xuan Zang asked, he could say that he was not used to the work of the chores at the beginning, and his arms were sore, so the words were not complete.

When it was almost noon, when Xuan En announced that the young monks could leave, Meng Qi quietly took away the white paper he practiced calligraphy on, intending to destroy the body and destroy the traces.

After lunch, Meng Qi and Zhen Hui and others were arranged to clean up various places in the temple until sunset.

After a day of hard work, Xuan Xin gathered everyone together again and continued to tell his glorious history in the martial arts world.

"... I will stop here at Shuiyue Temple. If you meet them in the future, just stay away from them. As for the Vajra Temple, it is not on good terms with our Shaolin Temple. You must be careful."

Ah? Although the monks had heard a lot of stories about the martial arts world and anecdotes about the noble families before becoming monks, no one knew that the Shaolin Temple and the Vajra Temple, both of which are the four major Buddhist temples, were not on good terms with each other and needed to be careful!

Seeing their wide eyes, Xuan Xin nodded with satisfaction and said, "Blood Blade Monk was originally a wild fox Zen, but he had a rare adventure and obtained the fifth style of "Tathagata Palm", from which he realized two fundamental methods and founded the Vajra Temple. Therefore, they have always coveted the third style of "Tathagata Palm" that is secretly stored in my Shaolin, and want to comprehend how to prove the "Tathagata Golden Body" through comparison. The two sects have had a lot of dirty tricks in secret."

"Tathagata Golden Body..." Meng Qi's eyebrows jumped, thinking that this matter was a bit fantasy, and at the same time, he was inexplicably warm.

Suddenly, someone knocked at the gate. Xuanxin jumped up in fright, looked at the place with a panic face, and blurted out: "Xuanku Junior Brother, I didn't break the precepts..." Before he finished speaking, his expression darkened: "My junior brother, what are you doing in my errand yard?" Meng Qi looked back and saw a familiar little monk standing at the gate of the yard. He was a child who entered the temple with himself, Zhenhui, Zhende and others. He was one of the two oldest among them, about fifteen years old. When studying in the lecture hall today, he and other young monks in the errand yard chatted very well, and there was no discrimination against this side. It seems to be called "Zhenyong"? Meng Qi recalled his Dharma name. Zhenyong was tall and thin, and looked ordinary, but when he smiled, his white teeth were exposed, which was particularly brilliant: "Uncle Xuanxin, I heard from several junior brothers that you are knowledgeable and well-informed, and you know all the martial arts stories. I love to hear these things the most, so I was eager to come here rashly. Please forgive me and allow me to sit in."

At this time, the martial monks' academy arranged their own time for "self-cultivation in meditation".

After being praised by Zhenyong, Xuanxin seemed to be in high spirits again, and said with a smile on his face: "It's okay, it's okay, just sit down and listen. Learn more about the martial arts world, so that you won't suffer when you travel the world in the future."

Zhenyong looked around and sat directly next to Meng Qi, whispering: "Junior brother Zhending, didn't you squeeze me?"

"No." Meng Qi shook his head, thinking that Zhenyong, the little monk, was also mature beyond his age. At the age of fourteen or fifteen, he spoke like an adult scholar.

"I see that you, Junior Brother Zhending, seem to be able to read and punctuate. Please take care of me in the future. If you need me, just ask." Zhenyong smiled familiarly.

Meng Qi's heart moved, thinking that he was a monk from the Martial Monk Academy, and he also smiled and replied: "It's a small matter, Senior Brother, why do you have to do this."

After a few words of conversation, the two seemed to be close friends and felt sorry for not meeting each other earlier.

Seeing this, Xuanxin coughed, asking everyone to be quiet, and then continued: "In addition to the two fundamental methods of the Vajra Temple, what needs to be paid attention to is their sword skills."

"Xue Dao Tu Tuo himself is a master of swordsmanship, and he has understood some of the mysteries of the fifth form of the 'Tathagata Divine Palm'. Therefore, the three major swordsmanship techniques he created after attaining the 'Angrying Eyes Vajra Body' are the pinnacle of the world's swordsmanship. There aren’t many that can compare to them…”

Hearing his narration, the monks were all excited and confused, but as they listened, everyone became a little depressed. Zhenyong immediately raised his hand and said: "Uncle Xuanxin, then I don't have any comparable sword skills in Shaolin." ?"

Yes, isn’t my Shaolin martial arts claimed to be all-inclusive? The handyman monks also have a sense of sect pride.

Xuanxin clicked his tongue: "I don't have many Shaolin sword skills, but there is still one that can compete with these three major sword skills. It is the 'Ananda Pojie Sword Technique' among the seventy-two unique skills. They are all able to communicate. The ultimate secret skill of the Law of Heaven and Earth, of course, you have to step into the realm of 'location' to exert the true power of this sword technique."

He gave a general introduction to this magic sword skill, which made the monks yearn for it and get very excited.

"Okay, it's late at night, let's go back to our rooms and work hard." , I’m trying to save his face.”

He was still haunted by the fright he had just experienced.

"Really?" A mellow voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Xuan Xin's face suddenly turned pale, and she quickly put on a smile and said, "Junior Brother Xuan Ku, I, I..."

Xuan Ku's big ear is still wearing a yellow monk's robe, but there is a string of brown-red Buddhist beads on his right hand.

This is the same as what Meng Qi saw on the hands of the discipline monks in the Discipline Academy during the day, except that one is dark yellow and the other is brown-red.

"Senior Brother Xuanxin, I am no longer in the Zaozhuyuan. I am currently a deacon monk in the Discipline Academy." Xuanku said seriously.

"No wonder you came here to inspect, junior brother." Xuan Xin deliberately changed the subject.

This is even scarier, okay... Meng Qi secretly raised his eyebrows. The unkind Master Xuanku actually entered the Discipline Academy. If he is caught in the future...

Xuan Ku looked around the yard, nodded and said, "Let's go back to our rooms each, and don't forget to work hard."

After returning to the meditation room, Meng Qi quietly took out the small jade Buddha and examined it with his back to Zhenying, Zhenguan and others. He felt that his tentacles were warm and a slight coolness penetrated into his body, making his mind clear.

"What a rare treasure!" Meng Qi was happy in his heart. He looked over and over again, hoping to discover more secrets, but to no avail. He had to restrain his mind, stop thinking about these things, and began to try to enter meditation. And under the Little Jade Buddha With the help, it was very easy to enter samadhi this time.

After transforming into true energy, Meng Qi suddenly frowned, thought for a while, and directly took down the small jade Buddha.

The first step in martial arts practice is not to rely on external objects. If it becomes a habit, it will be like walking with a cane in the future.

Without the Little Jade Buddha, Meng Qi's mind gradually became more active. Fortunately, he had the successful experience of the previous two times. At this time, the moon was high in the sky and the night was quiet. He finally calmed down his mind and became calm, which gave rise to wisdom, and wisdom gave birth to wisdom. True energy comes from itself.

Exhaling the true energy and filling it into the acupoints, Meng Qi opened his eyes again after an hour and a half. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue practicing, but he had to make sure to rest, otherwise tomorrow's fetching water and sweeping the floor would consume a lot of energy. .

Since he had just finished the "Concentration and Self-cultivation" exercise, Meng Qi felt refreshed and unable to sleep for a while. He looked sideways and saw Zhenhui looking over, and it seemed that he had just finished practicing.

"Junior brother, are you still asleep?" Meng Qi's heart moved, and he planned to tell him about the ways of the world.

Zhenhui nodded and said blankly: "Soon."

"Well, senior brother, I have to tell you something, some words..." Meng Qi began to speak in a long way, but as he spoke, he noticed that Zhenhui's eyelids were drooping, as if he was about to fall asleep.

He couldn't listen at all... The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched, he frowned and thought, and quickly thought of a good idea: "This guy seems to be very interested in Jianghu stories, so I can incorporate human feelings and sophistication into it!"

In fact, if he were not alone in a foreign land, Meng Qi would not care at all if others were not familiar with the world. But now, he wanted to use this method to relieve the depression of inexplicably traveling through time.

"Junior brother, I once heard a story about a hero. Do you want to listen?" Meng Qi asked with a smile.

Zhenhui's eyes opened instantly and she nodded vigorously: "Thank you, senior brother!"

This guy always speaks so out of tune... Meng Qi scratched his bald head, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said in an ethereal voice: "A long time ago, there was a Taoist priest Qiu Chuji who passed by a place called Niujia Village..."

This story seemed to bridge the two worlds, and Meng Qi was so immersed in it that he forgot that he was just telling Zhenhui a story.

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Three months later, Meng Qi had grown taller, but due to lack of time, only half of the "hundred days of foundation building" was completed.

The little novice monk Zhenhui admired Meng Qi more and more because of each of his exciting and intense "jianghu stories", and almost obeyed him.

However, Meng Qi still didn't get the chance to leave the Monk Court and enter the Monk Court.

"Junior brother Zhending, where are you going?" Zhenyong walked into the yard and happened to see Meng Qi and Zhenhui holding brooms and getting ready to go out. It was right after lunch.

Meng Qi replied excitedly: "Uncle Xuanxin arranged for us to clean the Scripture Pavilion."

Speaking of this, Meng Qi had an unexpected surprise. Just after lunch, Xuanxin ordered him and Zhenhui to clean the Sutra Library, and said that it would belong to them in the future.

Although Xuanxin clearly said that they were only responsible for the two floors below where the Buddhist scriptures were stored, and the monks on top would clean up, Meng Qi couldn't help but get excited. The Sutra Library, the Sutra Library where the 72 Shaolin martial arts were rumored to be stored! In so many martial arts and fantasy stories, it was a place where people had adventures!

"I wonder if "Tathagata Palm", "Yijin Jing", "Moko Subduing Demon Fist" and "Dameng Zhenjing" are in the Sutra Library..." Meng Qi thought in his mind.