Chapter 56 The Murderer
A black shadow rushed out of the forest, almost shrinking the earth into an inch. Before Meng Qi could react, he slapped Zhenyong on the back.
This palm was ordinary, as if it was done casually, and people could not tell the origin of the skills. However, Zhenyong's acupuncture points were sealed and his hands were tied. He had no way and no time to make any effective response. His eyes were wide open, his mouth opened, and blood mist spurted out. He fell to the ground softly, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"He is definitely a master in the awakening period!" Meng Qi's pupils contracted. From the movements of the man in black, he initially judged this. At the same time, he held his sword horizontally and put on a desperate posture!
Defense is impossible to defend. Only by letting the man in black know that he is not easy to deal with and dares to fight for his life, and he can't solve it in a hurry, will he worry about the other monks summoned by Zhenhui and retreat!
This figure was wearing a nightgown, with only his nostrils and eyes exposed. After beating Zhen Yong to death, he ran towards Meng Qi without hesitation, raising his right palm and turning the sky over. His moves were simple and majestic, with a faint sense of covering the world.
Meng Qi felt that no matter what kind of body movement he changed, no matter which step he took in the "God's Hundred Changes", he was completely covered by the palm wind, and there was no way to avoid it, no way to escape!
What kind of palm method is this!
Wisdom, purity and solemnity, the palm contains the world!
Meng Qi saw that this was the magic palm of Buddhism. If practiced deeply, it might be able to evolve into the "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm" to suppress all things. Therefore, it looks simple, but it can seal all subsequent changes of himself.
Facing this palm, Meng Qi knew clearly that he, who had not yet mastered the true essence of the sword, had no chance of breaking through this blockade, whether it was the blood sword technique or the five tigers breaking door sword technique. The "divine movement" also lacked the connotation of law and reason, and could not step out of the net of heaven and earth, and the fourth level of the golden bell cover could only withstand the next palm!
After the black-clothed man slapped out a palm, he had no doubt that he could hit the unenlightened novice in front of him. This was the confidence in his magic palm and the confidence in his martial arts!
Holding Prajna in hand, witnessing Tathagata in the heart, crossing the sea of suffering, the other side is pure!
Between life and death, there are so many horrors, but Meng Qi suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if enjoying the solemnity and tranquility brought by this palm.
Then, a flash of knife light appeared, and the world was noisy!
This flash of knife light, like a poem or a painting, was reflected in the eyes of the man in black. His eyes suddenly became gentle, as if he remembered the fragrance of the red sleeves, the soft words, and the time when no one was around in the middle of the night, when he kowtowed in front of the Buddha for a long time, but could not bring back the purity of his Zen heart.
Then, his eyes were mixed with some pain, like guilt, like self-blame, but without any regret.
If the purity is broken, how can Prajna exist? The palm of the man in black, which contained the world, returned to an ordinary palm.
Not good! The man in black suddenly woke up from his dream, but the knife light was already approaching him!
His pupils contracted violently. He had never thought that this seemingly weak monk could cut such a stunning knife!
The light dispersed, and the man retreated.
Meng Qi had a deep palm print on his left shoulder, and his body was pale gold, like cracks, and the color was dull.
And the man in black had a deep wound on his abdomen, and the wriggling internal organs could almost be seen.
He covered his abdomen with his left hand, and there was a layer of air in the air, preventing the blood from dripping. He raised his right palm as if he was going to attack again.
Meng Qi lowered his shoulders and held his sword horizontally, once again showing a desperate posture.
The man in black took a step forward, and his body suddenly bent more and more. After taking a deep look at Meng Qi, he suddenly turned over and rushed into the forest.
After seven or eight breaths, noisy footsteps came from a distance.
"Brother, are you okay?" Zhenhui ran in, and saw Zhenyong dead and Meng Qi standing stiffly, so he asked with concern.
Meng Qi saw that there were many monks in yellow and gray behind him, and he was relieved. He said in a hoarse voice: "Come and help me."
He almost couldn't stand!
Although the momentum and charm of the palm of the man in black were broken by "Duan Qingjing", and he withdrew a lot of strength under the threat of the sword, it was still an attack from a master in the opening period, and he still hit Meng Qi's left shoulder, almost breaking his golden bell cover.
"The murderer is definitely not a master who has just opened his mind, otherwise it would not have caused such an effect if it was not a full-strength palm strike." Meng Qi judged the strength of the man in black in his heart.
He had mastered the fourth level of the Golden Bell Cover, which cut off most of the palm power, so he was not seriously injured. He just felt a little weak after slashing out "Broken Purity". After all, it was a top-level sword technique for the outdoor scene - although Meng Qi only performed it at the level of opening four or five orifices.
Zhenhui quickly ran to Meng Qi's side and supported him. Among the monks who followed, a deacon monk with ordinary facial features carefully examined the cause of Zhenyong's death, and then came to Meng Qi to observe his injuries.
The rest of the monks searched the surrounding area separately.
"The palm power is powerful, the murderer should be a good master among the Kaiqiao." The deacon monk nodded gently, "Unfortunately, he deliberately concealed this palm, and it is hard to tell which unique skill it is."
"This uncle, the matter is of great importance. I don't know if Zhenhui has made it clear to you that Zhenyong conspired with the murderer to copy the "Yi Jin Jing"!" Meng Qi said bluntly.
The black-clothed man escaped, and he was in the open while the enemy was in the dark. Meng Qi felt that he would be unable to sleep and eat, so he had to make it as serious as possible to attract enough attention, so that the mastermind behind the scenes could be found as soon as possible.
As for the "oil paper bag" that fell, let's not talk about whether it can withstand the pollution of poisonous liquid and poisonous gas. Just saying that the secret book fell down, Shaolin Temple will definitely send people to search for it - if not, where did the secret book go? Was it hidden?
"What? "Yi Jin Jing"?" The deacon monk who asked the question was shocked, and the surrounding monks who heard what Meng Qi said were also the same. They had various expressions, but they were all equally shocked and unbelievable.
"Yes." Meng Qituoli's condition improved a little, and he told the story exactly. The monks who came to the rescue were all shocked and shocked, as if the demonic land had descended into a pure place.
"It's important, it's important. Xuanyuan, go to the Bodhi Courtyard and report it quickly. Xuanhua, go to the Discipline Courtyard." The deacon monk in front of Meng Qi turned pale and ordered with a shaken mind. This is probably the establishment of a temple. For the first time since then, someone has actually stolen one of the town's treasures.
After the two monks in yellow left, he glanced at Meng Qi and said, "Two nephews, this matter is very important. Please forgive me. I will search your bodies now."
This was because they were afraid that they would collude with each other and fabricate the secret book rolling down the cliff, but they would instead hide the copy of the "Yi Jin Jing".
Meng Qi naturally wanted to show his innocence to avoid being suspected. Anyway, there was nothing about him that he was afraid of being discovered - because he had to practice the Golden Bell Cover, the Secret Book of Blood Sword Technique and Magical Movements were hidden in the meditation room.
"Disciple understands. However, Uncle Master, please send someone to search the monks as soon as possible. If he can walk freely in the temple during the enlightenment period, he must be my Shaolin disciple, and the disciple is sure that he uses Buddhist magic." What Meng Qi wants most is The murderer was caught, so he specially urged, "The disciple's sword hit him in the abdomen. The wound is extremely deep and will be difficult to heal in a short time. Please ask the master uncle to have the abdomen of each monk inspected."
"The matter is urgent and we must prevent him from taking advantage of the chaos to cut the abdomen of other monks and confuse the public."
"You, you hit him in the abdomen?" the deacon monk asked in shock. He couldn't believe that a young novice who had just been a disciple for less than a year and who must not have awakened could hurt a master who was in the awakening stage.
When Meng Qi described the battle just now, he was vague in order to cover up his Ananda's sword-breaking skills. The monks around him thought that the man in black was scared away by his desperate intention and the arrival of himself and others. Who could Who knows, he actually hurt the master in the awakening stage!
"Uncle Master, it just so happened. Please search and inspect first." Meng Qi could not tell the details, and then added: "Uncle Master, I believe that the man in black is a monk from a nearby courtyard. He must have heard After Zhenhui shouted, he relied on his familiarity with the terrain to silence him first. Otherwise, if he had been lying in ambush nearby, how would he have given Zhenhui a chance to report the news? "
"But he was wearing night clothes, and we arrived very quickly..." The deacon monk was a little unconvinced. If the time for changing clothes was added, the advantage of being familiar with the terrain would be offset, and the murderer would have no chance to commit the crime or escape.
Meng Qi guessed: "Maybe he was wearing night clothes tonight to hand over secret books to Zhenyong. After returning, he didn't have time to change clothes...Uncle Master, when searching and checking, also take a look at the nearby courtyard to see who is missing!"
The more he talked, the more it made sense.
"Amitabha, just do as he says." At this time, an old monk wearing a red cassock walked in.
The deacon monk quickly clasped his hands and said, "I saw Master Wude, and the disciple immediately followed the instructions."
The old monk nodded gently, indicating that there was no need to be polite, then looked at Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and pronounced the Buddha's name: "I have been offended."
He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air. The monks' robes of Meng Qi and Zhenhui suddenly swelled up, as if they were being blown by a gentle breeze.
"Zhenhui, take me back to the path you just reported the message to." Wu De retracted his right hand and confirmed that Meng Qi and Zhenhui had no secret books on them.
Let Zhenhui lead the way, but they were afraid that the report just now was a cover-up for them to take advantage of the chaos to hide the secret book.
Zhenhui gave Meng Qi an honest look, worried that her senior brother would fall if she left.
Meng Qi smiled at him and moved his hands and feet to show that he had recovered a lot of strength. Then he and Wu De left the cliff together.
The other monks began to search every place between the cliff and the forest. They also extended their hands outside the cliff, groping for any gaps in the cliff, leaving no place untouched.
After a while, Wu De returned with Zhen Hui and asked Meng Qi how the murderer felt when he made his move.
Meng Qi honestly expressed his feelings. The more he listened, the more Wu De frowned, and said in deep thought: "There are not many similar palm techniques..."
At this time, the deacon monk who had left before also came back, followed by Meng Qi and Zhenhui's master Xuan Bei, as well as Zhenmiao, the disciple monk of the martial arts academy that Meng Qi was familiar with.
Zhen Miao's expression was very strange, including anger, sadness, doubt, shock, and disbelief. The deacon monk also had the same expression, only Xuan Bei, without any fluctuations on his face.
"Uncle Wude, when we were searching the courtyard just now, the disciples and others found that Zhenchang committed suicide in the Zen room with obvious wounds on his abdomen, leaving only a suicide note." When the deacon monk reported and handed over the suicide note, he looked at Meng Qi deeply. With just one glance, he was able to hurt Zhen Chang, the strongest disciple of this generation!
Really? Senior brother? Meng Qi was very shocked. He couldn't believe that a monk who had a promising future by following the steps would do such a thing with Zhenyong!
And is it suicide?