Chapter 6 Arhat Fist

"Scripture Pavilion?" Zhenyong raised his eyebrows, then smiled with his white teeth showing, "Brother Zhending, it just so happens that the martial monks' academy will not practice boxing until after noon, so why don't I follow you to the Sutra Pavilion and help you clean it? Hehe, to be honest, I am also very curious about it."

"But..." Meng Qi was worried that this would violate the precepts.

Zhenyong smiled brightly and said, "Don't worry, all monks in the temple can freely enter and exit the lower two floors of the Sutra Pavilion. I just don't have time during normal times. If you don't believe me, you can ask Uncle Xuanxin."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhenhui ran into Xuanxin's meditation room with a whoosh, which made Zhenyong stunned.

Meng Qi laughed dryly, "Zhenhui is such a serious person."

"It should be, it should be." Zhenyong laughed.

During this period of time, he often went to the errand yard to ask Mengqi for advice on literacy and sentence punctuation, and often helped him and Zhenhui do some odd jobs. He was quite generous and good at talking.

"Uncle Xuanxin said that Brother Zhenyong was right." Zhenhui ran out and said loudly.

"Then let's go." Zhenyong laughed.

The Sutra Library is located on a cliff on the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. It is an old four-story building. It stands alone and high. Birds flying close to it will also be very conspicuous.

After entering the Sutra Library, Meng Qi poured himself a glass of water on the table and drank it. The journey was too long, and the autumn heat was particularly fierce. He was thirsty!

But Zhenhui walked to the bookshelf where Buddhist scriptures were placed, took out one by one, and read it carefully.

"Hey, Junior Brother Zhenhui, what are you doing? Do you like reading Buddhist scriptures?" Zhenyong asked with a smile and confusion.

Meng Qi was also puzzled by Zhenhui's behavior. He poured another glass of water and looked over while drinking.

Zhenhui's expression was very serious, and there was a hint of hope: "There may be peerless magic skills written in the gaps of the scriptures."

Puff, Meng Qi sprayed a mouthful of water, spraying Zhenyong's head and face. Is this guy deeply addicted to martial arts fantasy stories? Or does he trust himself so much that he believes everything he says?

Zhenyong wiped his face blankly and looked at Meng Qi: "Brother Zhending, what's so funny about this? What Brother Zhenhui said is not impossible."

"Yes, this is what Brother told me secretly!" Zhenhui flipped through the pages very seriously.

"Haha." Meng Qi could only answer like this, and then he put away his funny mood and said, "Little brother, don't worry, we have to come every day anyway, clean up first, otherwise we will be punished."

Hearing what his most trusted brother said, Zhenhui immediately put down the scriptures and cleaned the Sutra Pavilion with Meng Qi and Zhenyong.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the cleaning was almost completed. Just as Meng Qi was about to "flip through" the scriptures, Zhenyong suddenly covered his stomach and said anxiously: "Oh, two brothers, people have three urgent things, Brother, go to the bathroom first."

As he spoke, he ran to the stairs in a flash, making a sound of stomping and staring, and disappeared in front of Meng Qi and the others.

Meng Qi didn't care much, and asked Zhenhui to carefully distinguish the classification and storage location of the Buddhist scriptures to see if there was anything worth paying attention to.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhenyong came back with a pale face and holding his stomach.

"Brother Zhenyong, are you okay?" Meng Qi asked with concern.

Zhenyong shook his head: "It seems that I have a stomachache."

He also imitated Meng Qi and Zhenhui, slowly browsing the titles of books in front of the bookshelf. Suddenly, he chuckled and said: "There is actually a boxing manual for "Luohan Fist" here."

"Luohan Fist? Isn't this the boxing method that you brothers usually practice?" Meng Qi leaned over quickly.

Zhenyong took out the book and handed it to Meng Qi: "Yes, I thought it would be upstairs, but I didn't expect it to be on this floor."

Meng Qi took it and flipped through it greedily, trying to remember all the contents inside.

"Hehe, Brother Zhending, do you need Brother to teach you a little?" Zhenyong said with a smile.

Meng Qi was happy in his heart, but he was not very reassured and said: "Is this okay?"

It is against the temple rules to secretly learn martial arts without permission!

Zhenhui also widened his eyes, which were clearly black and white, and looked at Zhenyong with hidden excitement.

Zhenyong pointed at the boxing manual and said, "Since the boxing manual is placed in a place where all monks can come and go and borrow it at will, it means that it is a basic that everyone can learn, and it does not violate the temple rules."

"Well." Meng Qi was still worried, so he picked up the boxing manual and went back to the first floor, intending to ask the old monk who was in charge of borrowing scriptures.

The old monk had dry and yellow eyebrows and deep wrinkles on his skin. He looked like he would die at any time, and at this time he was dozing with his eyes half closed.

"Grandmaster, is this boxing manual in the right place?" Meng Qi asked cautiously.

According to Xuanxin, the old monk guarding the pavilion is named "Konghui". He belongs to the same generation as the abbot Kongwen, and is three generations higher than Meng Qi - Shaolin is in the order of "empty mind without mystery, pure wisdom and deep wisdom".

Konghui opened his eyelids, glanced at Mengqi with turbid eyes, and said slowly: "Arhat boxing is widely spread, and there is nothing special about it."

In other words, I can learn it! Meng Qi thought in his heart with great joy, although this is a very ordinary boxing method, it is better than nothing after all!

He happily took the boxing manual back to the second floor and bowed to Zhenyong solemnly: "Please give me some advice, senior brother."

After that, until noon, Meng Qi and Zhenhui were learning martial arts in the Sutra Library, and they felt that their strength seemed to be condensed into one.

Because he had to go back to practice martial arts, Zhenyong hurriedly said goodbye, and Meng Qi and Zhenhui strolled on the cliff contentedly.

As they walked, Meng Qi found that Zhenhui's eyes were not right, and he kept staring at the abyss outside.

"Junior brother, what are you looking at?" Meng Qi was quite confused.

Zhenhui frowned and said: "Senior brother, if you jump down, will you get a peerless secret book or an immortal weapon? No, I didn't see the immortal dancing with the sword..."

Meng Qi's expression suddenly froze. It was over, he had spoiled the child.

No, it has to be reversed! Meng Qi thought for a while and saw that Zhenhui was so easy to deceive, so he half "saved" and half half out of spite said: "Junior brother, let's change the story tonight."

"What story?" Zhenhui was very excited.

Meng Qi chuckled and said, "The story of Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake."

"Well, is she a peerless master?" Zhenhui asked curiously and happily.

"..." Meng Qi was speechless for a moment.

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The bright moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the bone-chilling wind made the paper windows creak. The handyman monks each had an extra quilt, but Zhenying and Zhenguan were still so cold that they huddled together.

Meng Qi was completely unaware of this. He sat cross-legged and calmed his mind. He felt that the true energy was rising upwards, converging into gold and jade liquid, transforming into poplar branch nectar, and filling the corresponding orifices.

As soon as this mouthful of zhenqi was filled in, Meng Qi immediately felt that all 365 major acupuncture points in his body were swollen. Zhenqi gushes out, and the main meridians seem to have been washed away by floods, swelling one by one. As the saying goes, " When the Qi is full, the meridians will open automatically."

This step for ordinary people takes a certain amount of time, but Meng Qi's body itself has completed the "hundred-day foundation building". At this time, the energy is overflowing, and there are no obstacles in the meridians, and all are initially opened.

Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes and felt refreshed all over his body. He seemed to have endless strength and understood that he had taken the first step in martial arts practice.

He resisted the urge to get out of bed and practice Luohan Quan, and took a long breath. He didn't feel much joy about the breakthrough. Firstly, the "100-day foundation building" was relatively simple, there was nothing difficult about it, it was just a matter of course. Secondly, A few more months have passed, and my Luohan Quan has become more impressive, but there is still no hope of leaving the courtyard.

Without leaving the Military Academy, there is no way for me to reach higher martial arts and magical skills that can break through the differences between heaven and man!

"Hey..." Meng Qi's anxiety and worries all turned into a long sigh.

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"Zhending, there will be no lectures in the lecture hall for the next two days. You are responsible for cleaning the Zen Heart Courtyard and are not allowed to provoke distinguished guests." That morning, after breakfast, Meng Qi was called over by Xuan Xin.

"Dignified guest? Uncle Xuanxin, who is the master?" Meng Qi wanted to find out clearly, so as not to violate the taboo of guests.

Xuanxin smiled: "Zhenwu Sect, Xuantian Sect, Xijian Pavilion, Huanhua Sword Sect, Qingchen Sect and Dajiang Clan and other great Jin sects were invited by our Shaolin to send their masters and young disciples to discuss it together. Martial arts is actually an opportunity for talented young disciples from various sects to compete and learn more.”

Meng Qi took a breath, these were all the great martial arts masters in the world that Xuan Xin had talked about! For example, Zhenwu Sect and Xuantian Sect are two of the three Taoist sects, Xijiange and Huanhua Sword Sect are among the six sword-holding sects, and Qingchen Sect and Dajiang Clan are among the six major sects in the world.

"A young disciple with outstanding talents?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously. After all, he is also a young disciple of the true generation of Shaolin, and he always has a desire to compare.

Xuanxin touched her bulging belly and laughed loudly: "What are you asking for? Can't you compete with them? You, a handyman monk who has just completed a hundred days of foundation building, are like a man in the mud. The toads and the other are phoenixes in the sky. Not to mention competing, they are not even qualified to stand together!"

His bitter ridicule made Meng Qi quite embarrassed, his blood surged, and his face turned red. Although his mental age was over 20 years old and he had a lot of social experience, he was still young and energetic after all. A little bit of competitive spirit, now being so despised by others, and then thinking about the gap between him and those proud men, it is naturally difficult to restrain his mood swings.

Xuan Xin didn't seem to be aware of it and continued: "I heard that among the young disciples from various sects who came this time, there are several who are under twenty and have already entered the realm of enlightenment. There is no saying that they are expected to enter the list of people in the future. What kind of martial arts do you know? But we in Shaolin are also full of talents, and our generation is no less talented than them."

As he said that, he squinted at Meng Qi and said, "Why don't you go clean the Zen Heart Yard?"

Meng Qi gritted his teeth, calmed down, and walked towards the Zen Heart Courtyard with his broom in hand.

Xuan Xin looked at Meng Qi's back, the smile on her face gradually faded away, leaving only the corner of her mouth.