"No mistake?" As the head of the precepts, Wujing met a disciple who had no repentance at all. He was immediately furious and asked harshly.

"Amitabha deserves it, it's a sin." Kong Jian paused for a moment when he clamped the Buddhist beads.

Xuan Ge looked at Meng Qi in shock, his mouth twitched, but he didn't know what to say. Once this said, there was no chance of saving it!

Did he really think so, or did he not lose the opportunity to enter the upper level of the relics tower to practice?

Idiot, alas, Idiot!

Xuanshu's expression was a little disappointed, moved and relieved.

Meng Qi stubbornly said without fear: "Does the head of the head not know the principle of eliminating evil? When will the so-called revenge be repaid? Only by killing the weeds can we not kill each other and increase more sins."

"If the evil people are allowed to be free and only educated, it is inevitable that more good people will suffer. Isn't this even more sin? Killing animals is to protect themselves, and killing karma is not to kill people!"

"Shaolin is Zen Buddhism. Buddha does not seek outside, and his nature is self-sufficient. Buddha is enlightened and his mentor is not a clay puppet dedicated to the Buddhist temple. But you have forgotten the original intention of Zen Buddhism, worshipped the Buddha, served the Buddha with your body, regarded the Buddha as a god, worshiped him, and lost his original intention!"

"The way of Zen Buddhism is to seek the Buddha in the heart. Everyone has Buddha nature. As long as they are not blinded by the four false combinations, as long as they are Buddhas, why do you still do good deeds and stop killing, accumulate merits and virtues, and seek the way of Bodhisattvas outside?"

"Hyitious! Heretics!"

He can irritate Wujing as he can, regardless of whether it makes sense or not, or whether it fits his own thoughts.

"Where does the evil come from the fallacies and evil deeds!" Wujing shouted sternly.

He has been studying Buddhist scriptures for many years and refuted it. However, as the head of the Precepts Hall, he is two generations taller than his elders, and it is really indecent to debate with an unrepentant disciple!

He turned to look at Xuan Bei: "What else do you have to say?"

Xuan Bei glanced at Meng Qi deeply and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, the disciples have no way to teach them. There is nothing to say. I also asked the uncle of the master to allow the disciple to abolish the Zhending martial arts with his own hands and send him to a nearby city to avoid it."

Meng Qi lowered his head, feeling sad in his heart, which disappointed his master...

Zhenhui has been kneeling beside her with repentance, without complaining about the punishment she received. But at this moment, she watched the master walk to the senior brother and gently press his right palm on his dantian, and a golden light bloomed. He was finally moved, his face was sad and panicked, and he cried, "Senior Brother!"

He is just a child after all.

The dantian was not painful, as if it was immersed in warm water, which was completely different from the feeling of An Guoxie when he started fighting, but Meng Qi could clearly feel that his body's ability was disappearing rapidly.

Hearing Zhenhui's crying, he turned his head, squeezed out a smile, and said softly: "My junior brother, don't be sad, learn martial arts well, and when you see you again in the future, don't be thrown too far by your senior brother. Haha, you may have said that you are a generation of monks at that time."

Zhenhui is not a fool. He knew that he had no choice but to return, and his eyes were filled with tears: "Senior Brother. You must be fine too!"

"I will become a hero of a generation." Meng Qi tried hard to relieve the sudden sadness with his smile.

Then, under Xuanbei's teaching, Meng Qi made a primordial oath: From today on, we will not pass on the Shaolin martial arts - if we do not make a primordial oath, we will directly lock it up to the bottom of the relic tower, and the light of heaven will not be seen for decades.

Xuan Bei pulled Meng Qi up and said to Kongjian: "Uncle Master, my disciple will send Zhending to Wuliang to avoid the pursuit of the crying old man."

Kong Jian stopped turning the rosary and sighed: "True concentration, Buddhism is not the law of evil people, nor is it the law of good people. As long as you can understand yourself in the future and let go of your killing intention, you can still become a Buddha immediately. The door of Shaolin will be open to you."

Anyone who does evil can become a monk after enlightenment. Shaolin naturally will not reject the abandoned disciple's desire toward Buddha. Of course, as a sect that is knowledgeable about martial arts, some methods can test the authenticity of repentance.

Meng Qi nodded, without saying a word, letting Xuanmo pull him, and the lotus grows step by step and disappears by the window.

Zhenhui bit her lips tightly and looked at the sky outside, as if she was still looking forward to her senior brother's sudden return.

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Wuliang City, a place where north and south meet water and land.

The golden lotus disappeared, Meng Qi found himself at the dock, and the surrounding boatman coolie sweated heavily, and many travelers headed south by boat.

Xuan Bei stood quietly in front of Meng Qi, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Go to Shendu, no matter what the Su family does, they will have to accommodate you."

"Su family?" Meng Qi asked in a slight surprise. Could it be that the secular name of his body is Su?

Xuanbei didn't say much, because when he entered the temple, Meng Qi was still in his teens, so he couldn't remember his title. He looked at Meng Qi deeply again and said earnestly: "After farewell today, I can no longer take care of you, so please do your own thing."

"Yes, Master." Meng Qi suppressed the sorrow that he felt so sincerely as a disciple for the first time.

Xuan Bei took a light breath and wanted to say something else, but finally, she sighed and turned her head away.

Golden lotus grew under his feet, and he was supported to disappear into the air, and all the travelers and boatmen were blinded.

Looking at the direction where the master disappeared, Meng Qi stayed quietly for a while, then breathed, turned around and walked towards the passenger ship.

Without the feeling of martial arts, he has experienced it, but it is not particularly unbearable. After all, the enhancement brought by the cultivation of the Golden Bell Cover, the enhancement of vision and hearing after opening the eyes and ears is all based on the body. Even if the martial arts are abolished, it will be weakened at most and will not disappear.

The moves and sword techniques you have learned will not be forgotten because of the destruction of the Dantian. It is difficult to complete just some changes.

Therefore, even if you encounter a stingy person in the world who is spying on money, Meng Qi, who has four powerful tools, will not be afraid.

As for the Su family of Shendu, Meng Qi did not intend to go back. He had no memory or feelings for it, so why bother to cause trouble? He just needed to find out the relevant matters in the future to avoid being implicated.

However, I used my "real name" and was expelled halfway through, which happened to be a "development period" of long body and appearance. After a year and a half, even the Shaolin monks could not recognize me, let alone the inexplicable Su family?

He had made up his mind to take a boat to the southeast, first pass by Xijian Pavilion, see if Zhiwei went down the mountain to see if he was traveling. If not, he would temporarily hide her and wait for the restoration of martial arts. If she had already traveled out, he would continue to go south and find Senior Brother Zhang to the Zhenwu Sect, the Huanhua Sword Sect is located in Huanzhou. There are many mountains and rivers, and the miasma is everywhere, and it is difficult to travel. But now he has no martial arts.

Soon, Meng Qi, who was rich in money, found a tower ship to Huazhou - Xijiange and Zhenwu Sect were located in the north and south of Huazhou respectively.

He changed into a scholarly dress, wearing a Lunscar scarf, a Confucian robe, and a long sword hanging on the waist. The Red Sun-Suppressing Evil Sword, the Bloodthirsty Sword and the Horse-Slaying Sword were wrapped in cloth, and they were wrapped around the package and carried behind him. When walking on the road, he attracted many admiring gazes, such a handsome young man.

Under normal circumstances, Meng Qi would naturally enjoy these gazes with satisfaction, but now, he dare not delay or be distracted at all. Who knows if there are spies in the old man crying family? He must arrive near Xijian Pavilion as soon as possible.

The boat started, Meng Qi stood on the deck, looking up at the railing, and the water waves rolled. The endless places made people feel relaxed and happy.

And he recalled all the things in Shaolin, thought of his master and junior brother, thought of Wujing, who was too jealous of evil and cried by the old man, Luo Ju was filled with mixed feelings, sadness, sadness, regret, resentment, and anger, and wished that he could kill all the little ones under the knife.

"When I achieve the outdoor scene in the future, I will surely step onto the Western Regions again and truly scatter the evil ridge!" Meng Qi whispered with a fist.

The river wind blows strongly, Meng Qi's clothes roars, and his body, which has not yet been fully developed, looks a little thin. In addition, the true love is exposed, making it even more melancholy, making it difficult for others to come forward to talk to each other.

Half a day later, the boat arrived at the next dock and stopped the boat to wait for cargo. Meng Qi and others went ashore one after another and ate some food at the tea shop next to them.

Meng Qi held the teacup and recalled what he learned without wasting time. Whether it was swordsmanship or swordsmanship, it flowed in his heart.

Dada, suddenly, he heard the sound of riding a horse and looked up and saw four horses dragging smoke and dust and approaching quickly.

All four people on the horse's back were described as strong, carrying sabers.

"Bandits?" Meng Qi was shocked, angry and hated. He pulled out the Bingque Sword, got up quickly, and was about to run to the road leading to the city from the dock.

They actually chased after me?

Meng Qi's current speed is no match for the horses. He was soon caught up by four horse bandits and surrounded by tea shops.

Because there were too many tables and chairs, the bandits got off the horse and took their knives from four directions to get close.

Outside the forest not far away, You also sat on the horse's back. He watched his subordinates act from afar, and smiled at the big man next to him and said, "Thank you, Gang Master Wu, and we will hand over our goods to you in the future."

If he talks about other things, he feels that he is far inferior to the Shaolin monks. But if he says he harms others, he is much better than them!

From the beginning, he knew that his thoughts could not be hidden from Xuan Bei and others, so he activated his accumulated connections very early, so he asked some gangs in Xizhou to pay attention to Meng Qi's whereabouts and notify him with the white-headed bird.

Sure enough, a water gang found Meng Qi at the dock, so he and several of his subordinates each exhausted two horses and finally caught up.

Gangmaster Wu laughed and said, "You are so polite. Is it worth your own use of a bald donkey who has been deposed in martial arts?"

"If the little bald donkey had made a mistake, I really had no choice but to deal with him, but now, hey, I want to see what tricks he has." You Huanduo sneered, "I will kill him to sacrifice his sword today!"

He did not do it rashly by himself, worried that Meng Qi's martial arts would not be abolished and could summon Tianlei, so he asked his subordinates to step forward first.

Four horse bandits blocked the tea shop, and one of them shouted: "Let's seek revenge for thousands of miles, no one else can withdraw on their own!"

In the Central Plains, the horse bandits dare not go too far.

Another man grinned and said, "Little bald donkey, I thought that with Shaolin's blessing, I dared to kill Shang Xieling. Now I'm stupid? This kind of sect with strict discipline is the best!"

"Little bald donkey, you have a pretty face. I'd better have this one. If I kneel down and beg for mercy, I might be soft-hearted." A bald horse bandit laughed strangely, as if Meng Qi was already a dead person.

Seeing the guests around him running around in fear, four horse bandits rushed over, Meng Qi laughed in anger, subconsciously activates his internal force, but he does not feel any movement and suddenly finds his own power.

But in this situation, without internal strength, he felt the tricks of the four horse bandits more deeply and saw more clearly and thoroughly.

Time seemed to be slow, everything around him seemed to disappear, the accumulated experience, the secrets I had read, the stories of the past flashed through his mind one by one, and he suddenly realized something!

"Go to die!" The four horse bandits rushed to Meng Qi and shouted loudly.

Meng Qi's face was calm, his sword was lit out, and he came first, and he slashed in front of the four horse bandits like a ghost, using their eyes as a hidden weapon!

ah!

The screams of the four horse bandits rang almost at the same time. They threw away the sabre, covered their eyes and rolled in pain, and a trace of blood flowed out of their fingers.

Meng Qi looked at them with a high ambition, looked at You Huanduo in the distance, pointed his sword and said loudly:

"Even if the tiger falls into the sun, how can you bully the wild dogs?"
Chapter completed!