Chapter 344 Moko Finger (Second Update)

Zhen He, who looked like a half-iron tower, was also shocked. Junior Brother Zhen Ding, no, how did "Crazy Blade" Su Meng return to Shaolin?

Shaolin disciples who were expelled from the mountain rarely return to Liantai Mountain, unless they finally achieved enlightenment, let go of the world, and truly became monks, but Su Meng didn't look like that!

As for coming back for revenge, he had never thought about it. Not to mention the eleventh on the human list, even if he was the eleventh on the earth list, he couldn't go to Shaolin to make trouble.

Meng Qi looked at their expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Why are the two senior brothers like this? Su is not a scourge."

Zhen De took a breath and forced himself to suppress his emotions: "Donor Su, what are you doing here?"

"Su has something to see my master, the monk Xuanbei, please let Senior Brother Zhen De pass on." Meng Qi said with his hands behind his back, neither humble nor arrogant.

Zhende's face changed slightly: "Donor Su, you have been expelled from the mountain gate. You can no longer call Master Xuanbei Master."

Meng Qi laughed: "Brother Zhende, I didn't expect you to be so obsessed. The title is just empty. It's a coincidence. I call him Master and I call him Master Xuanbei. What's the difference? Why bother?"

He spoke leisurely, as if he was climbing a mountain to pay homage to Buddha and discuss Buddhist scriptures.

Zhende hesitated, turned around and went up the mountain, leaving a sentence: "Master Xuanbei is in retreat. I will inform the reception hall for you."

Master turned out to be in retreat. No wonder there was so much noise along the way, and he never came to see him...Meng Qi nodded slightly and walked into the pavilion to wait.

In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, there are stone tables, stone chairs and stone tablets. The first two are for visitors to rest, and the latter stands on the edge, with the Diamond Sutra engraved in tiny characters.

"Thus I have heard..." Meng Qi stood in front of the stele with his hands behind his back, appreciating the charm of the writing. The rows of small characters seemed dense, but if you read them carefully, you would not feel dazzled at all. Each word was written with ease and in its own style, without any repetition, as if each word held a form to prove that all forms were not forms. The Zen meaning was profound, and it was worthy of being a Buddhist holy place where arhats and great arhats often guarded the temple.

At this time, Zhenhe put away his surprise and shock, and quietly looked at Meng Qi. He saw that he had no impatience to wait. His green robe was casual, his clothes slightly moved, and he put his hands behind his back, appreciating the Buddhist scriptures. He was indescribably calm and relaxed, and his aura was indescribable.

Zhenhe suddenly recalled the past. In the past, he had a competition with his junior brother Zhending, and was taken away by his momentum. He was frightened to the point of weakness, so that he had strength but could not use it, and was defeated neatly.

At that time, I thought that Junior Brother Zhending had extraordinary talent in martial arts and would achieve great success in the future. Who knew that this "future" would come so quickly? In just a few years, he surpassed Senior Brothers Zhenben and Zhenmiao, and made a great name in the martial arts world. He was ranked eleventh on the list of people, almost on par with Junior Uncle Xuanzhen!

Now, looking at his demeanor, he really has the demeanor of a master.

Meng Qi savored the Zen meaning contained in the Buddhist scriptures on the stone tablet, and his mind was calm. He thought of the sixth generation ancestor of Shaolin who carved this stone tablet in the past, and the Yuankong Divine Monk who had achieved the golden body of Arhat.

The mountain wind blew, making his green robe rustle, but it couldn't blow away his irritability and impatience.

Zhenhe was not familiar with Meng Qi, and he couldn't find anything to say, so he had to stay by his side and wait for Zhende to come back.

Not long after, Zhende returned with a receptionist in a yellow monk's robe.

"Amitabha, what is the purpose of Su Shi's visit to Junior Brother Xuanbei?" The receptionist raised one hand and chanted a Buddhist name. It was a monk of the Xuan generation.

When they approached, Meng Qi turned away from the stone tablet and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, does it mean that an old friend must have important business to visit?"

The receptionist often dealt with outsiders, so he didn't care about his name. He laughed and said: "Normally, it's not necessary, but Junior Brother Xuanbei is in retreat. If Su Shi has important business, I have to consider alerting him in advance. If it's just to reminisce about the past, then I'll trouble Su Shi to come next time."

"I wonder if Junior Brother Zhenhui is in retreat?" Meng Qi turned to ask Zhenhui. According to the time, he should have come out of his face-to-wall practice a long time ago.

The receptionist knew about Meng Qi's entanglement with the temple, and knew that he would ask Zhenhui. Without thinking, he said: "Junior Brother Zhenhui has just come out of his face-to-wall practice, and he won't have to retreat for a long time."

"Then I'll visit him." Meng Qi said with a smile, looking like I don't mind.

The monk in charge of reception nodded and said, "Please come in, Mr. Su."

He led Meng Qi up the mountain path, and his eyes were filled with memories of the past. There was the place where he carried water, and there was the place where he almost slipped... A sense of vicissitudes suddenly rose in Meng Qi's heart.

After walking for a while, there was a monk on the mountain road. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and was more refined and more like a scholar than a monk. He was the monk Zhenmiao who taught Meng Qi in the Martial Monk Academy, one of the two major disciples of the Shaolin Zhen generation.

It was called two major, but in fact there were more than two. There were also newcomers who emerged one after another. Some of them had outstanding martial arts talents, and some were born with wisdom. However, due to the short time, no one had caught up with him and Zhenben.

"Amitabha, Mr. Su, how are you?" Zhenmiao came specially to wait for Meng Qi.

Behind him, at the bend of the mountain road, many gray-robed disciples poked their heads out, as if they wanted to see the legendary Mang Jin Gang, who was actually the first of the Zhen generation.

There was a monk among them who was particularly eye-catching, because he was the only one wearing a yellow robe, with narrow eyes and a sinister temperament. He was also an acquaintance of Meng Qi, the discipline monk Xuankong from the Discipline Academy.

Could it be that he wanted to instigate me to compete with Zhenmiao? Zhenmiao was a person with a strong desire to win, and at that time he couldn't help but compete with me who hadn't yet opened my mind... Meng Qi thought with some speculation, and smiled in return: "Junior brother is not only fine, but also better than before. Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Zhenmiao."

Zhen Miao took a breath and said, "That's very good. The events of the martial monk's academy in the past are still vivid in my mind. Who knew that Benefactor Su has become famous all over the world? I wonder if you can give me some guidance today?"

He has not yet traveled down the mountain, he has heard about all the affairs in the world, and his competition with the masters of the Xuan generation in the sect has basically stopped at the last minute. He has long been eager to test the weight of the masters on the list and find the gap between himself.

In his opinion, he is close to Qiqiao, and has mastered the two styles of Moko's fingertips. There should be no essential gap between him and Su Meng and Qingyu of Qiqiao. If it were not for the complete mastery of one of the styles, he would have overcome it long ago. Tongren Lane, I went down the mountain to see it.

Xuankong stared at the two of them intently, his sinister eyes showing expectation. He did not expect that Zhenmiao, who had no experience in real life-and-death fights, could win over Su Meng. He just wanted to kill his majesty, lest he become arrogant and make people angry. Feeling unhappy.

Meng Qi could probably grasp their emotions, so he didn't care. He chuckled and said, "I have always regretted not being able to meet my senior brother Mo Kezhi at the Monk Academy in the past. I have made up for it today."

He is a guest from afar, and no one can force him to compete if he doesn't want to.

Zhen Miao said solemnly: "Zhen Ben has mastered the seven secret arts, but the poor monk had to cross the river with Mo Ke's finger and a reed. Su, donor, please."

As the host, it is natural for the guests to make the first move.

Meng Qi smiled and shook his head: "It's better to invite me, senior brother."

How can any of the masters who are about to reach the top ten on the list make the first move during the competition?

Zhen Miao has a strong desire to win. After thinking for a while, he pushed the boat along with the current. He raised his right hand, and his body was like floating catkins, falling with the wind. He put his two fingers together and pointed at Meng Qi.

This finger suddenly filled Meng Qi's entire sight. It was the biggest, most powerful, and most victorious. The wind was blowing from every angle. It was unpredictable and its moves were like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

The finger wind keeps accumulating, which is almost earth-shattering!

At the beginning, he used an outdoor move... Meng Qi smiled at the corner of his mouth and took out the sword leisurely. The sword was round and contained the void, and most of the fingers were thrown directly into it.

The sword was swung out, and Meng Qi moved forward with the force of the sword, as if he had shrunk to the ground. He immediately passed the surroundings of the wind and approached Zhenmiao. The round shape dispersed, and the long sword was slashed out empty.

Seeing Meng Qi dodge his special move in the outside scene, Zhenmiao's face changed slightly, and he pointed at the blade with both fingers, trying to resist it.

But the light of the sword was like a candle in the mortal world, igniting all the desires in his heart. His desire to win burned brightly, and he slowed down his attack.

After "Heaven's Wound" broke through the defense, he retracted it directly. Meng Qi said in a leisurely manner:

"Good fingering, but the timing is wrong."

The way to fight is never to just use killing moves or pressure-defying methods. If the timing is not right, it will be easy for others to get out of the way and your efforts will be wasted. Therefore, when Meng Qi and Qing Yu fight, they all use sword skills to match each other. Bo, after seizing the flaws and opportunities, he broke out his unique moves and seized the chance to win. Therefore, in front of the mountain temple, after Luohunxiao died, the Fiery Man Demon did not choose the lowest method when facing Meng Qi who rushed at him, because At that time, Meng Qi's movements were changing, like an illusion or a demon, and the distance was far away. He would be dodged if he wasn't careful. When he was suppressed by Meng Qi, he couldn't find a chance to use the moves on location.

When Meng Qi faced An Guoxie for the first time, he did not rush to use "Breaking Purity". Instead, he wisely used the magic of disguise to deceive him first, and then took action after finding a good opportunity.

There is still too little actual combat experience, and the ultimate trick is only useful when you are strong enough to win or when you suddenly launch an attack...

Zhen Miao was stunned at first, as if he was in a nightmare, and couldn't believe that he had lost so quickly. When he heard what Meng Qi said, he was slightly relieved and looked thoughtful: "Thank you, Master Su, for your advice."

He just wanted to win for a moment and forgot about his teacher's teachings on weekdays. What he learned on paper was ultimately shallow.

The expressions of the monks of the Zhenzi generation varied, and they all showed disbelief. In just two moves, Brother Zhenmiao was defeated... Is Zhending still enlightened?

At this time, Xuan Kong snorted coldly: "Ananda's sword-breaking technique is not a Shaolin magical skill, so what kind of skill is it..."

Meng Qi laughed, strode forward, raised his long sword, followed the sword's movement, and was in front of Xuan Kong in the blink of an eye.

This knife fell extremely slowly, but it contained countless changes. Each change was as fast as an afterimage, as if every dodge position and every possibility of response in Xuan Kong were blocked!

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xuankong's forehead, as if he was trapped in a frightening dream that he couldn't escape from, unable to find a way to escape or parry. When the knife was in front of him, he reluctantly raised his palms, which were pale gold and strong and powerful. He slammed down the long knife.

After the change, the long knife passed directly through his hands and fell on his forehead. Xuankong's legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Meng Qi put the sword back into its sheath and laughed:

"Uncle Xuankong, this sword is not a Shaolin magical skill."

His green robe moved slightly, and he wore a long sword on his waist. He crossed Xuankong without looking back, and climbed up the steps with laughter.

Xuan Kong, who used to be able to easily suppress himself regardless of his strength or status, is now unable to even take one of his own swords...

Looking at his free and uninhibited back, the monks of the Zhenzi generation actually felt yearning and reverence.

As soon as he arrived outside the temple gate, Meng Qi saw a gray-robed figure running out, saying in a familiar and unfamiliar tone:

"Senior brother, are you back? Tell me about the battle with Shouzhengjian, Shocking Baili, and Five Directions Imperial Sword!"

I haven't seen each other for more than two years. Isn't it normal for people to have a slight estrangement and slowly get to know each other again? Junior brother is indeed not a normal person! Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui speechlessly.