Chapter 23 "Kindness"

Meng Qi was shocked and angry, and struggled hard, but Zhenguan was also very strong. Although he was moved by the flip, he still held Meng Qi firmly, and the strength of his hands did not weaken.

After the initial panic struggle, Meng Qi suddenly found that although his breathing was difficult, he was far from suffocating. Zhenguan's hands seemed to be "trapped" by his muscles and skin, and it was difficult to effectively block his breathing.

Yes, I know the "Iron Shirt"! This thought suddenly flashed through Meng Qi's slightly dizzy head.

Because it was not practiced by himself, he actually forgot that he knew the "Iron Shirt" in the crisis just now!

And the "Iron Shirt" itself does not increase strength much.

After making it clear that he was not in danger, Meng Qi gradually stabilized his panic, concentrated his mind to drive Dantian, and a warm current slowly rose.

With the internal force running, Meng Qi's waist, abdomen and hands exerted force together, directly flipping Zhenguan out, and slammed into the wall with a bang.

Zhenguan was staggering, but he still struggled to get up, his eyes were red, and he kept roaring "Kill you" and "Snatch my chance to enter the Martial Monk Academy", and rushed towards Meng Qi frantically.

"Crazy!" Meng Qi had already turned over and stood on the bunk bed. He was shocked and angry. He didn't dodge. He punched forward and hit Zhenguan's chest with his habitual "Black Tiger Heart-piercing".

Zhenguan's waving hands hit Meng Qi, but it was like tickling him.

Bang, Zhenguan fell against the wall again, making a dull sound.

He covered his chest with his right hand and struggled to stand up, but Meng Qi's punch was almost full of strength. No matter how hard he tried, his body was in pain and weak, so how could he stand up!

"Kill, kill you!"

"You bunch of beasts, deceiving bald donkeys!"

"I want revenge, I want revenge..."

He muttered to himself like crazy, tears streaming down his face.

At this time, Zhenying and Zhenhui had been awakened, one was dazed and the other was dumbfounded watching this scene.

Meng Qi saw Zhenguan's crazy look, wishing he could jump over and eat his flesh and blood. If he hadn't exchanged for the "Iron Shirt" in the "Reincarnation World", he would have died just now. He was immediately furious and jumped off the bunk, waving his fist to hit Zhenguan.

Puff, Meng Qi's fist failed to hit Zhenguan, but hit a yellow cloth that suddenly appeared, which was weak and made a light sound.

"Stop!" Xuanxin put away his sleeves and shouted.

Meng Qi did not lose his mind. When he saw Xuanxin appear, he immediately shouted: "Uncle Xuanxin, Zhenguan is crazy! He wants to kill me!"

And Zhenguan also "cooperated" and stared at Meng Qi and Xuanxin fiercely, constantly muttering words such as "kill you".

Xuanxin looked at Zhenguan angrily, curled his lips and said, "Who can you kill like this?"

He took a few quick steps and kicked Zhenguan, causing him to gasp for breath and unable to speak.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you go back to sleep! Do you want to use iron buckets to carry water tomorrow?" Xuanxin yelled at the monks who appeared at the door and drove them back.

"This bunch of rubbish!" Xuanxin turned his head and muttered to himself, and Zhenying, who was sitting on the bunk bed, looked more gloomy.

After saying that, Xuanxin looked at Meng Qi, and miraculously changed from being angry to smiling in a second: "Zhending, my nephew, what do you think we should do about this matter?"

Mengqi was also a person with considerable social experience, and his anger had been vented almost completely, and he himself had not suffered any substantial harm, so he glanced at Zhenguan and said, "Everything will be handled by my uncle, but he has gone crazy. If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have caused a murder."

Xuanxin coughed and signaled Zhenhui to close the door of the Zen room.

Zhenhui had been watching Xuanxin kick Zhenguan with his eyes fixed on him, as if a story of Jianghu was being played out in front of him. He was quite excited. He responded, jumped off the bunk, ran to the door, closed it, and then continued to stare at Xuanxin and Mengqi with wide eyes.

"This matter is ultimately our errands. It is not good to let everyone know about it. How about this, uncle, I will find another reason to expel Zhenguan from Shaolin tomorrow." Xuanxin said with a smile on his face.

Mengqi finally understood that if the matter became serious and was taken over by the Discipline Court, he, the deacon monk in charge of the errands, would have to bear some responsibility.

Just as Mengqi was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to build a good relationship with Xuanxin to facilitate future actions, the door was pushed open and a yellow-robed monk walked in. He wore a string of brown-red Buddhist beads on his right hand.

"Brother Xuanxin, if I hadn't happened to be patrolling nearby and heard the noise, you would have kept this a secret." This monk was probably in his early thirties, with narrow eyes and a bit of viciousness. He was talking to Xuanxin with a fake smile.

Xuanxin's face changed a few times, and he quickly walked up to him, smiling: "I don't want to cause trouble to Brother Xuankong. Why do you need to do it yourself for such a small matter?"

He took something out of his arms and secretly put it into Xuankong's hand.

Xuankong weighed it and smiled a little warmer: "No one was killed or injured. It's indeed a small matter, but this madman can't be kept."

"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you, brother." Xuanxin patted his chest and promised.

Meng Qi was stunned. It turned out that this Buddhist temple was not a quiet place, at least not the miscellaneous courtyard, and there were "human relationships and worldly affairs".

Xuan Kong looked at Zhen Guan who was struggling to stand up, then turned to look at Meng Qi: "This junior brother, you have really good horizontal training skills."

Meng Qi subconsciously touched his neck and felt a few deep finger marks. His thoughts were racing in his mind, and he carefully considered his tone and said: "Reporting to Uncle Xuankong, before I became a monk, I had been exposed to many ancestral martial arts. After finishing the chores and having nothing to do, I will practice some exercises.”

"Hey, don't be nervous, we all know it." Xuan Kong said with a hint of ridicule, "If it weren't for this relationship, how could the descendants of Xijiang Pavilion and Zhenwu Sect speak for you? How can they be impressed by their sharp teeth and sharp mouths? "

So that's what they thought... Meng Qi quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did not rule out the possibility that he could speak and satisfy the two heirs, this explanation was more acceptable and could better cover up his relationship with Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei. real relationship.

Xuankong raised the corners of his mouth and said half-smilingly: "But I, the Shaolin disciples, never look at the origins of the disciples. If you make a mistake and fall into the hands of my Discipline Academy, we will not be merciful. Haha, Xuan and I I have good relations with Junior Brother Ku, his attitude is my attitude.”

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the house, leaving a soft message: "Junior Brother Xuanxin, remember to take care of it."

"Fuck, these idiots in the Discipline Academy don't want others to be tough in front of them!" When Xuan Kong left, Xuan Xin, who had a somewhat vulgar temperament, cursed bitterly, without any sense of violating the precepts, " Zhen Ding, did you talk back to them? "

Meng Qi curled his lips: "If I walk upright and sit upright, will I still be afraid of them?"

"Tsk tsk, that's the attitude. They hate it the most." Xuan Xin looked Meng Qi up and down, "Only someone like you, who comes from a noble family and is not afraid of having no way out, can be so stubborn. I say, what on earth are you doing?" Which one is it from?”

how could I know! Meng Qi pretended to be inscrutable and said: "My worries are over, the world of mortals is far away, no matter where I am, it has nothing to do with me, little monk."

Xuan Xin spat, not believing Meng Qi's words at all. Over this period of time, he also found that Zhen Ding was quite precocious, and his speech and behavior were not like those of a child, so he stopped asking any more questions, looked at Zhen Guan and sighed:

"Speaking of truth, Zhen Guan is pitiful. He was born in a merchant's family, so he had no worries about food and clothing. However, when his family was doing business, they encountered the seventy-two ruthless bandits in Helian Mountain. No one survived. From then on, he became a young master. He was an orphan. Later, he joined us in Shaolin for revenge, but his hatred could not be concealed from Xuan Ku, so he was sent to our handyman's courtyard. "

"Since you don't accept Senior Brother Zhen Guan as your disciple for this reason, why do you give him a glimmer of hope?" Meng Qi frowned.

"Hey, Xuan Ku is such a person. He left Zhen Guan behind because he wanted to resolve the hatred in Zhen Guan's heart and eliminate a piece of his murderous karma through the chanting of the Buddha's name in the temple. Amitabha, the Dharma is boundless." Xuan Xin chanted the Buddha's name. Full of irony.

"Haha, why didn't he personally persuade the seventy-two bandits to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas immediately?" Meng Qi said with a slight anger.

Xuan Xin clicked her tongue: "He must be able to beat this."

He turned to look at Zhenguan, who was slowly calming down: "Hey, nephew Zhenguan, you can go down the mountain tomorrow and quickly find another sect. Maybe there will be a chance to practice advanced martial arts."

"Go down the mountain?" Hearing this word, Zhenguan suddenly woke up, covered his face with his hands, and whispered painfully, "Father, mother, the child is unfilial! The child is unfilial! Five years have passed, and I have not been able to kill a thief... "

Meng Qi sighed, but did not stop Xuan Xin from letting Zhen Guan go down the mountain. There was no hope for him to stay here.

And this strengthened Meng Qi's determination to learn martial arts well, so that he would not be able to avenge others in the future.

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"You?" Zhende and others who were standing in the team of newly promoted monks watched in astonishment as Meng Qi and Zhenhui appeared in front of the team.

Didn't it mean that no one in the Servant's Court became a monk for a long, long time?

Can naughty boys and fools also become monks?

This made them, who were proud of the Wu Monk Academy, subconsciously reject Meng Qi and the two.

Meng Qi laughed secretly when he saw their expressions. He wanted to say loudly, "Hu Hansan, I am back again."

Xuan Chi looked at the monks who had entered the temple in the past year with his hands behind his hands, and said to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui: "From today on, you will learn martial arts from them. It is really wonderful to teach the monks."

How wonderful? Meng Qi turned his head and looked at the gentle young monk next to him. Is it him? They are both true generation, and he and others are still in the stage of martial monks accumulating energy and forging their bodies, but he has become a teaching monk!

Zhenmiao was wearing a yellow monk's robe and looked elegant, but standing there, he felt a bit like Yue Zhiyuan Ting.

He nodded without smiling: "You guys go to the end of the line."

Meng Qi and Zhenhui had no objection and quickly found a place to stand.

"Today we are still practicing Arhat Boxing. I will also demonstrate it, so be sure to watch it clearly." After Zhenmiao watched Xuan Chi leave, she waved the lower hem of the monk's robe with her right hand, braced her horse stance, and first demonstrated the posture of "worshiping the mountain to the Buddha".

"Practice this style first. To practice martial arts, you must have a solid foundation and don't be greedy for too much and rush forward." Zhenmiao ordered the monks to practice boxing.

Both Meng Qi and Zhenhui had learned Arhat Boxing for several months, and they were still able to keep up with the progress, so they boxed over and over again, from the first to the eighteenth move, gradually sweating like raindrops.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Zhenmiao walked up to Meng Qi and looked at him sternly, "There are many irregularities in your Arhat Fist. How do you usually practice it? Now you have not reached the stage where you can pick up the moves at will. If Losing discipline will lead to hidden dangers!”

Meng Qi knew that his Arhat Boxing relied on reading boxing manuals and Zhenyong's occasional guidance, so there must be many problems, so he said sincerely: "The young monk practiced according to the boxing manuals, and I asked my senior brother for guidance."

"You might as well not practice like this. You'll need more effort to change." Zhen Miao frowned and looked to the side. "Zhen De, come out and practice with him. Let him know the harm of irregular moves."