"What else do you have to say?"

Wu Jing turned to look at Xuan Bei.

Xuanbei took a deep look at Meng Qi and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, my disciple has no way to teach me and has nothing to say. I would also like to ask my uncle to allow me to abolish the Zhending martial arts with my own hands and send him to a nearby city to avoid it."

Meng Qi lowered his head, feeling disappointed that he had disappointed his master...

Zhenhui had been kneeling beside him repentantly, without complaining about the punishment he had received. But at this moment, when he saw his master walking up to his senior brother, gently pressing his right palm on his Dantian, golden pure light bloomed, he was finally moved.

, his face looked sad and frightened, and he cried: "Brother!"

He is still just a child after all.

There was no pain in his Dantian, as if he had been immersed in warm water. It was completely different from what An Guoxie felt when he did it, but Meng Qi could clearly feel that his energy was disappearing rapidly.

Hearing Zhenhui's cry, he turned his head, squeezed out a smile, and said softly: "Little junior brother, don't be sad, study martial arts well, and when we meet again in the future, don't be left too far away by senior brother, haha, I can't tell you at that time

They are all eminent monks of the generation."

Zhenhui was not a fool. She knew that there was no way back, and her eyes were full of tears: "Brother, you must be good too!"

"I will become a great hero." Meng Qi tried to use his smile to ease the sudden sadness.

Then, under the guidance of Xuan Bei, Meng Qi made a Soul Oath: From today onwards, Shaolin martial arts will not be spread to outsiders. If he does not take the Soul Soul Oath, he will be imprisoned directly at the bottom of the stupa and not see the light of day for decades.

Xuan Bei pulled Meng Qi to his feet and said to Kong Jian: "Uncle Master, this disciple is sending Zhending to Wuliang to avoid being pursued by the Crying Old Man's lineage."

Kong Jian stopped turning his beads and sighed: "Surely settled, the Dharma of Buddhism is neither the Dharma of evil people nor the Dharma of good people. As long as you can clearly understand yourself in the future and let go of your murderous intentions, you can still become a Buddha immediately. The door of Shaolin is open to you."

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People who have done many evil deeds can achieve great enlightenment and become monks. Shaolin will naturally not reject the abandonment of disciples' desire to worship the Buddha. Of course, as a sect of martial arts and spirituality, there are many ways to test the authenticity of confessions.

After all, Kong Jian is a Buddhist monk of the same generation as Kong Wen. His own strength and Buddhist insights are equally profound, and he has not been affected by the demonic thoughts of the magician Han Guang.

Meng Qi nodded, said nothing, let Xuan Bei pull him, and disappeared from the window step by step.

Zhen Hui bit her lip tightly and looked at the sky outside eagerly, as if she was still expecting her senior brother to come back suddenly.

Wuliang City is the place where the north and south water and land meet.

The golden lotuses disappeared, and Meng Qi found himself at the dock. The trackers and coolies around him were sweating like rain, and many travelers were taking boats to go south.

Xuan Bei stood quietly in front of Meng Qi. After a while, he sighed and said, "Go to the capital of gods. The Su family has to accommodate you no matter what."

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

Xuanbei didn't say much, because when he entered the temple, Meng Qi was already in his teens. How could he not remember his title? He took a deep look at Meng Qi again and said sincerely: "We say goodbye today. I can no longer be a teacher."

Take care of you and take care of yourself."

"Yes, Master." Meng Qi suppressed the sadness that surged up, and for the first time he sincerely performed the disciple's ceremony.

Xuanbei took a deep breath and wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't say anything. He sighed and turned away.

Golden lotuses sprouted from his feet, holding him up and disappearing into the air, turning a blind eye to the trackers passing by.

Looking at the direction where his master disappeared, Meng Qi stayed silent for a while, then exhaled and turned towards the passenger ship.

He had experienced the feeling of not having martial arts before, but it was not particularly unbearable. After all, the physical enhancement brought about by the practice of Golden Bell Shield, and the enhancement of vision and hearing after opening the eyes and ears, all rely on the physical body. Even if the martial arts is abolished,

At most it will be weakened and will not disappear.

The learned moves and mastered sword skills will not be forgotten because the Dantian is destroyed, but some changes will be difficult to complete.

Therefore, even if he encounters a gangster spying on money, Meng Qi, who has four sharp weapons at his disposal, will not be afraid.

As for the Su family, the capital of the gods, Meng Qi has no intention of returning. He has no memory or feelings for it, so why go and cause trouble? He just needs to inquire about the relevant matters in the future to avoid being implicated.

However, he used his "real name" and was expelled halfway. It coincided with the "developmental period" when his body grew and his appearance changed. After a year and a half, even the Shaolin monks did not recognize him, let alone the inexplicable Su family?

He had already made up his mind to take a boat to the southeast. He would first go to Xijian Pavilion and see if Zhiwei went down the mountain to travel. If not, he would temporarily take shelter with her and wait for her martial arts to resume. If she had already gone out to travel, he would continue to go south to Zhenwu.

The Huanhua Sword Sect was sent to look for Senior Brother Zhang - the Huanhua Sword Sect is located in Huanzhou, with many mountains and rivers, and miasma everywhere, making it difficult to travel, and he now has no martial arts.

Not long after, Meng Qi, who was carrying a lot of money, found a large ship heading to Huazhou - Xijiang Pavilion and Zhenwu Sect were located in the north and south of Huazhou respectively.

He changed into a scholar's attire, wearing a turban on his head, a Confucian robe, and the Bingque sword hanging on his waist. The Red Sun Suppressing Evil Sword, the Bloodthirsty Sword, and the Horse-Zhanbing Dao were wrapped in cloth, and they were all packed behind him and walked on the road.

At that time, he attracted many admiring glances. He was such a handsome young man.

As the boat started to move, Meng Qi stood on the deck, leaning on the railing and watching the rolling water, which was endless and refreshing.

And when he recalled all the things in Shaolin, he thought of his master and his younger brother, of Wu Jing who was too jealous of evil, and of the crying old man, Ze Luoju, and he had a mixture of emotions at the moment, including sadness, dejection, loss, resentment, anger, and longing.

Kill all those little ones with swords.

"When I complete the outdoor scenes in the future, I will definitely set foot in the Western Region again to end today's cause and effect!"

Meng Qi clenched his fist and whispered.

He knew that Shang Yi had gone to hunt down Zeluoju and other horse bandits belonging to the "Crying Old Man" family that day. It was naturally impossible for Shang Yi to let them escape with his methods, and he even had the intention to use Shaolin to expel him from the mountain gate.

However, what happened today made Meng Qi know that there should be people who are very hostile to him in the desert of the Western Region, and they have cunning and sinister methods. It is difficult for Meng Qi to feel at ease if such people continue to live in the Western Region.

However, Meng Qi is an optimist. Now that he has left Shaolin, he is no longer a monk. He is dressed like a young Confucian scholar with a long sword on his waist, which is very consistent with his ideal style of painting.

"I've always been wasting my efforts in vain, but today I'm in the middle of nowhere."

Meng Qi sighed in his heart and couldn't help but recite a poem that fit the occasion.

In the past, he struggled to find a way to leave Shaolin in a natural way, but today he left the mountain gate under the calculation of others. Although he was an abandoned disciple and his martial arts was disabled, he had the space of six reincarnations, so he could resume his mission next time.

Now, once I enter the world, I feel at ease.

With all the distracting thoughts in his mind gone, Meng Qi started boxing on the deck. He danced so vigorously that he was not afraid that someone would watch and learn from him. After all, this boxing seemed to be the most basic and ordinary martial arts in the world and could be purchased for just a few pennies.

Arrival of Arhat Fist.

But in fact, this boxing technique is the Great Freedom and Invincible Vajra Demon-Conquering Magical Power created by Shang Yi. At this moment, Meng Qi left Shaolin. In the future, he will be able to follow the path he longs for. He is happy to have the true meaning of freedom, which makes the boxing technique smoother and more transparent.

The wisps of golden Buddha light are restrained, and the mind is united and falls into a state of selfless enlightenment.

In such a selfless state, Meng Qi suddenly felt something in his body shatter with a "click", and a wave of warmth rose from his Dantian and quickly traveled throughout his body.

The Golden Bell started from the first level and climbed steadily, and soon reached the fifth level. In just a short moment, Meng Qi's internal strength was restored! He even went a step further and the Golden Bell broke through to the sixth level.

Facing this unexpected situation, Meng Qi was shocked and stunned. He immediately understood something. There seemed to be mist in his eyes, and he murmured to himself:

"Master..."

At Yumen Pass, Xuanbei walked into Kongjian's room.

"Uncle Master, my disciple has sent Zhending to Wuliang Pier." Xuanbei saluted with a gloomy expression.

Kong saw his white eyebrows twitching slightly, and said with some confusion: "Didn't you entrust your true determination to a sect close to this temple?"

Because horse bandits may be lurking in the side, although they have not been discovered yet, they still have to be on guard. Therefore, after Zhending is sent to Wuliang, he will definitely not be able to leave. He must be entrusted to a sect that is close to or attached to Shaolin to take care of him.

Escort them to the hinterland of the Central Plains and stay away from the horse bandits. This is the only way to clear up both merit and demerit.

The reason why I didn't mention it before was because the person who sent Zhending to Zhending was Xuanbei who had been protecting him, and Kong Jian felt that he would definitely make arrangements.

Xuanbei suddenly knelt on the ground and said in a painful voice: "Uncle Master, this disciple is guilty."

"Xuanbei, what crime have you committed?" Kong Jian frowned slightly.

Xuanbei raised his head, with a melancholy expression, and his facial muscles were slightly distorted: "Since I entered Shaolin, although my disciple has devoted himself to the Buddha, he has always been unable to change his bad habits. Today, he really cannot bear it. He has not abolished the Zhending martial arts, but only briefly

For a ban, as long as his energy and mind are concentrated, he will recover naturally, and I ask my uncle to punish him."

"If you do this, you will definitely be deprived of the opportunity to practice on the upper level of the stupa." Kong Jian was not angry, and sighed, "Why are you bothering? You have repeatedly defended your true determination, which is more than a normal master and disciple.

What is the reason for your feelings?"

Xuan Bei took a breath, and a smile appeared on his face: "Although my entire family was killed, there was a younger sister who was wayward in her early years and volunteered to be a concubine. She married the Su family in the capital of God, but was severed by her father and escaped.

I have checked this calamity, and she died three years ago, and he is indeed her son."

"And, and..." Xuan Bei's expression suddenly became dazed, like reminiscing or imagining, and his eyes showed a loving light, "If my children had not died, they would be their age and look like this now."

Kong Jian sighed: "You are also an idiot."

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"Young monk, what a great opportunity. After being expelled from Shaolin, not only did your skills remain intact, but the golden bell even broke through the sixth level!"

Shang Yi's teasing voice rang in Meng Qi's ears. After opening his eyes, Meng Qi realized that Shang Yi was standing not far in front of him, seemingly protecting him. He immediately stepped forward with a smile and said:

"Many thanks to Shang...Senior Brother Huai Kong for protecting the Dharma. The breakthrough this time depends on the magical power of the Great Freedom and Invincible Vajra for subduing demons passed down by Senior Brother!

As for my skills, I have to thank Master for helping me!"

Shang Yi nodded and said:

"Yes, Master Xuanbei truly cares for you. If you have the opportunity in the future, you must repay him well!"

Meng Qi looked at Shang Yi's expression and thought:

"Senior brother, do you know why master cares so much about me?"

Shang Yi nodded and said:

"Yes, you should know that Master Xuanbei's relatives were killed by the Crying Old Man back then, but he had a little sister who was lucky enough to join the Su family in the capital city, and that person is your mother!
To be continued...