Chapter 850 Returning Home in Glory (3rd Update)
The sky is clear, the blue is transparent, and the floating clouds are dotted. Liantai Mountain has a beautiful scenery.
Meng Qi did not hide his aura, and the light flew across the sky and landed at the foot of the mountain. To show respect, he stepped on the steps and walked towards the mid-mountain pavilion step by step.
In the half-mountain pavilion, there is a stone tablet of the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra" handwritten by the sixth generation founder of Shaolin, Yuankong Divine Monk. Facing the deep valley, each character holds a phase. All phases are non-phase, but pure.
At this time, the people standing in the pavilion were not the disciples in gray robes, but two Zhike monks in yellow robes. They clasped their hands and announced the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha, the abbot invites Almsgiver Su to enter the temple."
"Please ask two mages to guide the way." Meng Qi returned the favor with a smile. Compared with the last time he returned to Shaolin, this time it was obviously much more grand.
The two Zhike monks raised their heads and turned around. They glanced at Meng Qi from the corner of their eyes and saw that he was young in appearance, with a cool green shirt and a calm posture. His hands were empty. He still maintained the high-spiritedness of a young hero, but his tyrannical aura did not reveal any trace, and he became more and more restrained. It feels unfathomable.
These two contradictory senses are wonderfully harmonized into one, not at all obtrusive. On the contrary, it gives people a kind of enlightenment. He is worthy of being the youngest master in the world today!
Alas, the two Zhike monks are both Zhenzi generation, and the feeling is quite complicated. They are the same age and the same starting point. They are already famous people in the world, and they are still wandering around, doing things to welcome and send them off.
There was no words along the way. The two knowledgeable monks lost sight of the talkative ones in the past. Meng Qi could sense their mood and deliberately remained silent.
The scenery on both sides looked familiar, and Meng Qi walked forward casually. Not long after, he saw the yellow wall, black tiles, and the dark red door, just like when he first saw it.
But now, the two doors are fully open, allowing people to directly see the square and the palace behind them. Outside the door stands a group of eminent monks in red cassocks. The leader has all his hair and beard missing, and looks like a dead tree. He is holding a nine-ringed tin staff. The first of the Bodhi Courtyard, the current Shaolin abbot Wusi, is the twenty-seventh on the Earth Ranking.
On the left side of Wu Si is Kong Jian, the head of Bodhi Temple, and on the right is the handsome Bodhi Temple. Master Meng Qi, Xuan Bei, and other eminent monks, except for a few in retreat, have to guard Kong Hui, the Sutra Pavilion, the Relic Pagoda, and other places. Never came.
This is the most solemn etiquette in Shaolin: the gates are fully opened, the abbot welcomes him personally, and all the first seats are followed. It is often only used to welcome the most distinguished guests. Before Kongwen passed away, except for a few Dharmakayas who came in person, there had never been a similar situation, even though Nowadays, Shaolin's popularity is a little weaker, and at worst, you have to be the leader of a top force to be eligible to enjoy it.
Meng Qidu was a little surprised by such a grand meeting. It was only then that he had a deep understanding of his status: the first person below the Grand Master is not the Grand Master but is better than the Grand Master. He possesses peerless skills, except that he has no The magic weapon is enough to establish a big force, and has made good friends with many Dharmakayas. He has sold friendships to many top forces. His reputation as a hero has spread far and wide, and his momentum is strong enough to be equal to the current abbot of Shaolin.
"Amitabha, I'm missing you." Wusi raised one hand.
Meng Qi cupped his hands and said, "This junior is flattered by the abbot's courtesy."
After saying that, he looked at Xuan Bei and saw that the melancholy in Master's expression had faded a lot. He felt relieved and paid homage: "Disciple has met Master."
Seeing that Meng Qi, an abandoned Shaolin disciple, was already one of the top thirty strong men in the world, including Dharmakaya, but he still treated Xuan Bei as a respectful disciple. The rest of the Shaolin monks had never seen him and had only heard rumors. My impression of him suddenly changed, and I felt that it was better to meet him than to be famous.
There are very few people who can just remember the past and appreciate the kindness!
Xuanbei's mouth moved a few times, and finally opened, revealing Lao Huai's comforting smile:
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Three words of "good words" captured the emotions in his heart, and he had so many mixed feelings that it was hard to put into words. That was it.
Good apprentice! What a great nephew! What a young hero!
In the past, the death of the crying old man allowed him to put an end to his past grudges. Now his disciple and nephew have become a first-class figure in the world. He no longer has to worry about the mortal world, and it seems that another layer of ashes has been wiped away from his soul.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wu Si and other Shaolin monks led Meng Qi into the temple. They passed by several Zen monasteries and squares, and then heard the sound of monks humming. They were practicing Arhat Boxing in the distance, with postures ranging from formal to ugly. foot.
Meng Qi glanced sideways and said with a smile: "Arhat Fist is also my entry-level martial arts."
In order to get a set of Arhat Boxing, I had to work hard to clean the Sutra Pavilion and ask for the guidance of the evil-minded Zhenyong. Now I have parts of Tathagata Divine Palm, Seven Swords of Jietian, Yuanshi Golden Seal, and Eight-nine Mysterious Skills, and I almost have it. Even the Dharmakaya exercises may not be appreciated, the past is like a dream, and I feel very sad.
"Arhat Quan accommodates the most basic changes, returns to nature, and can be used up to the nine orifices." Wu Si said with a smile.
The monk's Zen mind is unstable and easily shaken. When he sees the gathering of eminent monks and the arrival of distinguished guests, he is inevitably distracted. His movements are a little chaotic for a while, which makes the teaching monks scold him, but why don't the teaching monks pay attention to this place?
Is that man in green shirt with empty hands and no sword the world-famous "Crazy Sword"?
He claimed that "Below the Dharmakaya, one cannot escape with a single blow", which led many disciples to also practice Ananda's breaking of the precepts sword technique.
Like himself and others, he once sweated profusely here and practiced the worst and most basic skills. But in just a few years, he has become a big shot who can be almost equal to the abbot!
What role model? This is an example!
They all looked at Meng Qi with a smile, and continued to follow Wu Si and other eminent monks. Outside the main hall, there were several outdoor scenes and several outstanding figures in the awakening stage. Among them were the real copy of the "Martial Chi" that Meng Qi was familiar with and his own The teaching monk is so wonderful.
The former is already one with nature and man, breathing in harmony with nature, while the latter is still communicating with nature and man.
They didn't choose to break through, but accumulated and waited.
When their eyes met, Zhenmiao looked away unnaturally, while Zhenben nodded slightly.
Meng Qi didn't say hello to them and stepped into the main hall.
The door of the hall closed, and the two monks looked at each other and sighed. They had indeed made great progress, but the other party was already a great master in the world, and the two sides were no longer on the same level!
In the main hall, after a round of greetings, Meng Qi said in front of all the monks in red cassocks:
"I traveled to the south and encountered a branch of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. They have a complete "Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra" and an incomplete "Moko Demon-Subduing Fist."
Most monks changed color. The complete "Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra"?
This is something that Shaolin has been searching for for many years!
Xuanbei immediately understood the disciple's intention, and after being surprised, he was relieved and smiled: "You, you worry too much."
In fact, it's good to have this heart.
Wu Si looked haggard, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "They want to exchange the Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra for the Moko Demon-Subduing Fist?"
He had to first figure out their intentions, and whether it was true or not was a matter for later consideration.
"Yes, they have entrusted me to copy a copy of the Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra." Meng Qi's words were shocking.
The monks were all shocked. The other party actually trusted Su Meng so much that they directly entrusted an item like the Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra to him!
They thought that it would take several rounds before they could see the sutra.
Understanding their reaction, Meng Qi relayed the words of the foolish monk: "The other side's host master said, 'I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty, and I will not attain Bodhi until all sentient beings are saved. This is the great aspiration of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. How can I be selfish when I follow this path? This temple is inherited from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and there is also a similar compassionate thought. If the spread of the Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra can help more wronged souls and evil spirits transcend, why not?'"
"Amitabha, you are really compassionate. I am ashamed of myself." Wu Si was amazed when he heard it, and then communicated with the monks in red cassocks through voice transmission. After just a few breaths, he got the result, "Please give the Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra to my nephew Xuanbei. If it is true, this temple will not be stingy with the Maha Demon-Subduing Fist."
Sure enough, as I expected...Meng Qi handed the previously copied scriptures to the master with both hands, and saw him sit cross-legged, operate the inner scene, and show the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Dharma image.
Then, Xuanbei recited the Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra. With the rhythm, rhythm and pronunciation, and the words of the sutra, his body acupoints suddenly responded, and one after another vibrated and lit up, revealing the color of glass, turning the mystery of life and death.
At the end of the sutra, he was already all glass, clear inside and out, overlapping with the Dharma behind him, and it was difficult to tell who was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and who was Xuanbei!
He actually took this opportunity to cross the third level of the ladder and entered the half-step Dharmakaya realm!
No wonder the Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra was needed to help him achieve the Dharmakaya... Meng Qi was very happy to see this.
"Amitabha, the Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra is absolutely true." Xuanbei opened his eyes and gave an affirmative answer.
Wusi smiled and asked Mengqi to wait. A moment later, Xuanbei had already copied a copy of the Moko Demon-Subduing Fist on the spot.
Stroking the navy blue cover, Mengqi breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he did not do good in vain.
Shaolin's attitude towards him became better and warmer. They discussed martial arts and Buddhist scriptures until the evening, when Xuanbei led Mengqi to rest.
Passing through many palaces and pavilions, Mengqi suddenly saw the errand yard in the distance and chuckled: "If it weren't for coincidence, I might still be there."
"Xuanxin is a descendant of Bai Ze, a monster transformation." Hearing about the errand yard, Xuanbei remembered this.
Mengqi knew that there was a monster transformation, but he didn't know it was Xuanxin. He was quite surprised to hear it at this time, but he felt it was natural. In the past, Zhenguan was expelled from the errand yard, but entered the back mountain halfway and became a half-demon body. It was really a coincidence!
After another sigh, Meng Qi returned to the place where he used to live and saw the sleeping junior brother. His face was ruddy, his blood and spirit were empty but not empty, and his state was incredibly good.
"Junior brother, are you still sleeping? Do you want to prove the golden body of the sleeping arhat?" Meng Qi's mouth twitched. Judging from the physical condition of the junior brother in front of him, he was already an outdoor scene!
Didn't this fellow learn the "Flower Picking Finger"?
"Performing in dreams, realizing Zen in dreams, not necessarily a sleeping arhat." Xuan Bei said with relief.
In order to stabilize his state, Xuan Bei asked Meng Qi about his experience and then went to the quiet room to meditate. Meng Qi looked at his junior brother again, climbed onto the bed, hugged the back of his head with both hands, and sat against the wall next to him. Suddenly, he felt like he was back in the chores, but his mentality was calm, happy, and relaxed.
The events of the day flashed through his mind, and he suddenly laughed, muttering in his heart:
"Today's experience can be described in one sentence: the famous hero, the top 30 masters in the world, the first person under the Grand Master, the honorary divine detective of the Six Gates, Su Meng Su Ziyuan visited Shaolin, and was warmly received by the Shaolin Abbot Wusi Divine Monk and the Bodhi Temple's first monk Xuanbei Divine Monk. The two sides reviewed the past, looked forward to the future, and reached an agreement on a strategic cooperation agreement. During the visit, Xuanbei Divine Monk also led the hero Su Meng to visit the place where he had learned to fight before. The hero Su Meng hoped that the younger generation would continue to work hard and reach new heights..."
Thinking about it, Meng Qi almost laughed while holding his stomach.
After a while, he calmed down, sat cross-legged in meditation, and his soul contracted, controlling the movements of the other body along the mysterious and secret connection.
Zhoudi, Luoyi.
Meng Qi, who was in the earth body, had changed his clothes, saw this majestic ancient city, and was ready to step in.
He was also in the eighth heaven, without any difference.
The reason why Meng Qi did not exchange time for cultivation was that he was afraid that the flow of time would be too inconsistent and affect the subtle connection between the two bodies!