Chapter 52: Someone From the Prison Cell (Please Click and Recommend)

Pah, pah, pah, hearing this sound, Chui Yizi, who was holding the iron guardrail, said to himself in a bit of astonishment: "How could he suddenly break the skill? Is the human mind so fragile? He can't even have a pleasant chat..."

Such a sound will appear when the Golden Bell Cover breaks through the level and breaks the skill. The only difference is that the dark gold color of the former becomes brighter and brighter, while the latter gradually dims and disappears.

Since Chui Yizi knew clearly that Meng Qi had only practiced the third level yesterday, he didn't think about breaking the level at all. He subconsciously thought that he couldn't bear the torture and was unwilling to stop, so he broke the skill.

Before he finished speaking, he was shocked to see a dark gold figure rushing in front of him and grabbed him who was caught off guard.

He struggled desperately, but under the suppression of the cell, he could not exert 10% of his strength, and his demonic power was completely sealed. In the end, he failed to break free from Meng Qi's palm. He was pulled out of his belt and tied tightly to the iron guardrail.

"Let me go! Do you know how to respect the elderly and the virtuous?" Chui Yizi shouted loudly. Suddenly, he focused his eyes and saw a strange white "cloth" in Meng Qi's hand. "What is this?"

Meng Qi practiced the fourth level of the Golden Bell in one day beyond his expectation, and caught this nonsense basket unexpectedly. He was in a good mood, so he said with a little pride: "My socks! Use them to stuff your mouth!"

"No, no, um..." Chui Yizi shook his head in pain, but Meng Qi still stuffed his mouth tightly.

Huh, the world is finally quiet... Meng Qi closed his eyes and felt the hard-won quietness. This is really a wonderful enjoyment!

He sat cross-legged again. The dissipated cold and heat could no longer bring him the torment before. The slight pain was just reminding him that the world is full of suffering and the world is like a furnace.

"I didn't expect that the sword intent of 'Ananda's Sword Skill to Break the Vows' can not only cut people, but also be used strangely on oneself, which is very harmonious with the practice of the Golden Bell Cover." Meng Qi thought about his one-day breakthrough, and his understanding of the "Ananda's Sword Skill to Break the Vows" was deeper. What was broken was the precepts, and what was tempered was the heart.

"Well, it seems that the Buddhist magic skills all emphasize Zen mind and sudden enlightenment. If you can have a clear Zen mind and understand the true meaning, then the practice will have incredible results, and you may be able to make great progress in a day. If you can't have sudden enlightenment, and your Zen mind is covered with dust, then you must polish yourself step by step and take it slowly."

After this incident, Meng Qi had a new understanding of the sudden enlightenment in Buddhism.

"It's not just talking about it, but it's about the harmony of body and mind, truly understanding this principle, and being able to practice it down to earth in the future. Only in this way can it be sudden enlightenment."

"Next, I will use the 'Lingzhi Qi Pills' to accumulate qi as soon as possible, and then try to condense the relevant acupoints of the eye orifice..." Meng Qi pondered his next plan.

It was a pleasant surprise to successfully break through to the fourth level of the Golden Bell before the start of the reincarnation mission, but this did not mean that he could relax. The completion of the fourth level symbolized the great success of Qi accumulation. He still lacked the accumulation of true Qi, and needed to transform and absorb it as soon as possible. However, the environment here was bad, and Meng Qi was worried that the "Lingzhi Qi-replenishing Pills" would lose their efficacy, so he did not carry them with him.

The Fire Swan glanced at Meng Qi, slowly turned around, and turned his back to him, while the cold tortoise exhaled even more cold air.

Meng Qi did not care about this now. While running the fourth level of the mental method to consolidate the foundation, he was thinking about the sword intent that he had just further understood, as well as the changes in the moves demonstrated by his master yesterday.

At this time, the quiet environment around him became a guarantee for his quiet thinking and thinking, so that he would not be distracted or impatient.

"Sure enough, plugging the ugly bird's mouth was a wise choice. It's so good to be quiet!" Meng Qi sighed secretly, and his mind once again performed the knife of "breaking the purity", gradually becoming fascinated and detached.

Just as he was slowly grasping the changes in his sword moves, a noisy and unpleasant voice suddenly rang out:

"Haha, do you think that plugging my mouth will make me unable to speak? Naive! Stupid!"

"I am Kunpeng, what can't I swallow? Isn't it courting death to stuff something in my mouth?"

The rare tranquility was broken, the thoughts of quiet thinking were interrupted, and the state of forgetting both the self and the world disappeared!

But facing the hustle and bustle that came again, Meng Qi was not at all impetuous, but suddenly looked up and looked at Chui Yizi, feeling a sense of enlightenment.

The tranquility was broken... the tranquility was broken... so this is how it feels...

He narrowed his eyes, his feet did not move, his body did not shake, the four fingers of his right hand became a knife, and he slashed out mysteriously according to the changes in his heart and the changes he had just pondered.

Huh, the wind in the aisle suddenly sounded, as if the hustle and bustle of the world was rolling in.

Chui Yizi bit off his belt with his mouth, and was talking happily, but suddenly he felt inexplicably sad, as if he failed to fly for the first time and was laughed at by the sparrow next to him.

Furious and filled with hatred, it was distracted, and then saw the hand stopped in the distance.

It shuddered, retreated to a corner, and covered its head with its wings, as if frightened by the "Broken Purity" sword intent.

In the cell behind Meng Qi, the Fire Swan fluttered a few times and flew directly to the corner, while the Cold Turtle silently moved many steps away from Meng Qi.

Meng Qi didn't pay attention to their movements at all, but was immersed in the restless state after the sword was slashed. All kinds of torments such as missing his family, being a guest in a foreign land, and the pressure of life and death all surged up, clearer than ever before.

"Broken Purity" means to break the purity of others and also to break the purity of oneself!

It took Meng Qi a while to overcome these emotions and restrain his heart. He felt soaked, as if he had experienced a fierce battle, and then half of him was dried up and half of him was frozen into ice.

"Every knife is tempering my mind. This is the 'Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique'..." Meng Qi exhaled. If he had not directly inherited the true meaning, he would have to go through so many hardships and so many tortures to understand the meaning of the sword and prove the true meaning of the sword technique. No wonder there are almost no monks in Shaolin who have only inherited the secret book to truly practice the "Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique".

Of course, Meng Qi knew very well that he had only slightly understood the true meaning of the "Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique" and was still a long way from mastering it.

"I don't know what kind of mysterious and magical the next four moves are..." Meng Qi was wandering in the sky, thinking about the four sword moves that he had not yet understood, such as "Falling into the Red Dust", "Accumulating Karma", "Attracting External Demons", and "Stick to Cause and Effect".

After thinking for a while, he retracted his thoughts and continued to practice the Golden Bell Cover without any slackness, but after practicing the fourth level, he could open his eyes freely and interrupt at any time.

While concentrating on his training, Meng Qi suddenly heard light footsteps, so he stopped practicing cautiously and looked in the direction they came from.

He saw Xuan Ku, the monk of discipline, and another monk he was familiar with, walking over with two men in wide robes and large sleeves.

The monk was tall and thin, handsome, and somewhat frail, just like Tang Monk in person, and it was exactly the "big brother" Zhen Chang who had gone down the mountain through Tongren Lane more than two months ago.

"You're back from wandering so soon?" Meng Qi was a little surprised, but he also felt that it was understandable. It was the first time to go down the mountain, and there were many discomforts and unfamiliarities. Most of them just wandered around, and then returned to the mountain to digest the harvest. The second wandering was to truly enter the world of martial arts.

The two men led by Xuan Ku and Zhen Chang, one was a middle-aged man with a long beard and elegant manner. He had his hands behind his back and had a majestic demeanor. The other was a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a little childish, as if he had just reached adulthood, and the outline was quite similar to the middle-aged man in front.

"Looks like a child of a rich family..." Meng Qi judged from the other party's clothes, accessories, temperament, etc. Although there are not a few children of aristocratic families who are frivolous, at least they all pay attention to their appearance and image, and their external temperament is rarely bad.

The four people's goal is the door leading to the second underground layer. They didn't pay too much attention to Meng Qi. Just when they were about to pass by him, the elegant middle-aged man looked at him with interest and said to Xuan Ku and Zhen Chang: "Is this young master using the environment here to practice the Golden Bell Cover? Or the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?"

However, Xuan Ku and Zhen Chang, who were in the opening period, were disturbed by the demonic spirit and various scattered breaths. Only then did they see Meng Qi in the shadows and immediately exclaimed softly. Before, few disciples used the environment here to practice. After all, not everyone has the iron shirt as a foundation.

You must know that as an external horizontal training kung fu, the iron shirt mainly relies on external beating to practice. If you want to achieve a small success, you must have three years. Of course, there is also a quick way, but the iron shirt will never be able to improve in the future. They all think Meng Qi is this kind of person. Anyway, he will not use the iron shirt as the main practice method in the future.

Seeing that Meng Qi's body was half dry and half frost, Xuan Ku was stunned for a moment, and after a while he slowly nodded, quite like praise, obviously he didn't expect Meng Qi to be able to endure the hardship here.

Zhen Chang didn't stare blankly. After seeing Meng Qi's condition, he smiled and said to the guest: "Donor Cui, it should be so."

"At such a young age, you can endure such torture. Not bad, not bad. I wonder which monk is your disciple?" The middle-aged man laughed. The young man behind him should have just tied his hair and put on a crown. Hearing this, he also looked up and down at Meng Qi with great interest. After all, a little monk was in sharp contrast with the monsters such as the fire swan and the cold turtle behind him.

This is not a zoo! Meng Qi simply closed his eyes and ignored them.

Zhen Chang frowned, and said with a smile: "It should be a new disciple. I have been wandering down the mountain for a while. I don't know which elder is your disciple."

"It is the disciple of Junior Brother Xuan Bei." Xuan Ku retracted his gaze.

Although Xuanbei was a highly skilled martial artist and an elder, he became a monk after all, so Xuanku could still call him a junior brother.

"Xuanbei, the divine monk..." The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully, and walked slowly past without asking Mengqi's Buddhist name.

The young man he brought with him continued to look at the fire swan, cold turtle and other monsters with great interest. He looked very curious and seemed to want to touch them.

"Dad, I didn't expect Shaolin to suppress so many monsters, and they showed their true forms." Although his family had monster servants, they were all tamed. Except for fighting, they could not be seen as monsters at all.

When they turned the corner, Mengqi opened his eyes and cursed inwardly. Who likes others to watch when practicing? Really rude!

At this time, voices came from afar in the quiet cell.

"The abbot's decree allows the people of the Cui family in Pingjin to take away their defected monsters." This elegant accent belongs to Zhenchang.

"Amitabha, the token is correct, please come in." An old voice answered, it must be the elder guarding the entrance to the second floor.

Pingjin Cui family? Meng Qi repeated it secretly, it turned out that this was the Pingjin Cui family!

Pingjin Cui family, the most powerful family in Dajin, especially after the head of the family "Purple Qi Haoran" Cui Qinghe achieved the "Purple Yang Dharma Body", he put pressure on the royal family.

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