The distracting thoughts disappeared, the mind was calm and peaceful, not hurried or worried. Meng Qi gradually felt that there was a true energy born, which separately flowed through the Ren and Du meridians, condensed into golden saliva and jade liquid in the upper and lower jaws, and poured out a mouthful of clear and sweet "ambrosia".

  "Sweet dew" slowly seeps into Renmai, following Mengqis stored thoughts filling the orifices.

  If the body is deficient, then "Gan Lu" is not sweet, and it must go through such true Qi to nourish and strengthen the spirit and body to make up for it. Meng Qis current situation indicates that his body is in its best state at present.

  "This body seems to have completed the Hundred Days of Foundation Building?" The young monk Meng Qi, who didnt particularly love Buddhist teachings, opened his eyes and reflected on the situation just now. According to Master Xuan Ens description, "he" should have already passed the "Hundred Days of Foundation Building" stage and could begin "Meditation and Energy Cultivation".

  But Meng Qi thought for a moment and calmed down, the past "Hundred Days Foundation Building" was in the past. If he wanted to go further on the path of martial arts, he had to personally experience every step, without allowing any leaps, only then could he walk more steadily and farther.

  Xuan En saw that a period of time had passed, so he struck the wooden fish with a clear and penetrating sound to awaken everyone. He then individually inquired about each persons meditative state, including whether they were able to enter meditation, the quality of the "ambrosia" produced, and gave separate guidance.

  Finally, he nodded and said: "Everyone go back and try again later, lets start recognizing characters."

  As he opened the scripture in front of him, Meng Qi was not surprised to find that the words on it were basically recognizable.

  This fills him with inner joy, at least he didnt become illiterate and have to start learning from scratch, his current self is enough to "dominate" the lecture hall!

  "Pick up your brush and practice this character." Xuan En instructed.

  Meng Qis joy in his heart immediately dissipated, the last time he wrote with a brush was still in elementary school, and indeed, the words written were extremely ugly.

  "You need more practice." Xuan En walked past Meng Qi with his hands behind his back.

  Meng Qi nodded slightly, suddenly startled, if this character was seen by Xuan Zang, would he suspect something? This body of his was likely born into a noble family, and had even completed the "Hundred Days Foundation", it was impossible that he hadnt practiced calligraphy since childhood!

  With great difficulty, Meng Qi opened his mouth and felt that explaining to Xuan En was useless, but instead wanted to cover it up. So he quickly practiced writing, and when the time came for Xuan Cang to ask, he could say that he was not used to the miscellaneous tasks of the institute at the beginning stage, his arm was sore, so the words were not formed properly.

  As the sun approached noon, when Hsuan Yen announced that the young monks could leave, Meng Chi secretly took away the white paper on which he had practiced his calligraphy, intending to destroy all evidence.

  After lunch, Meng Qi and Zhen Hui were arranged to sweep the temple grounds until sunset.

  After a day of hard work, Xuán Xīn gathered everyone again and continued to tell the story of his own Jianghu legend.

  "...Water Moon Hermitage will stop here, if you meet them in the future, just respect and keep a distance, while Jin Gang Temple is not on good terms with our Shaolin, so be careful."

  Huh? Although the miscellaneous monks had heard many rumors and anecdotes about the Jianghu before they became monks, who would have thought that Shaolin Temple and Diamond Temple, both of the four great temples of Buddhism, would have such a bad relationship that they need to be careful!

  Seeing their wide eyes, Xu Xin nodded in satisfaction: "Blood Knife Head Tao was originally a wild fox Zen, but he had a rare encounter and obtained the fifth move of the Tathagata Divine Palm, from which he enlightened two fundamental great methods, creating the Vajra Temple lineage. Therefore, they have always coveted my Shaolins secretly stored Tathagata Divine Palm third move, wanting to compare and ponder how to achieve the Tathagata Golden Body. The two sects had a lot of underhanded dealings."

  "Tathagatas golden body..." Meng Qis eyebrows jumped up, feeling that this matter was a bit mysterious and fantastical, while also inexplicably warming his heart.

  Suddenly, there was a knock at the gate, and Xuanshin was startled, his face filled with fear as he stared in that direction, blurting out: "Xuanku Shidi, I havent broken any rules..."

  Before he could finish speaking, his expression turned solemn: "Young master, what brings you to my humble abode?"

  Meng Qi turned around and saw a somewhat familiar young monk standing at the gate of the courtyard. He was one of the children who had entered the temple with himself, Zhen Hui, Zhen De, and others, and was probably about fifteen years old. Today, while studying in the lecture hall, he had been chatting very congenially with the other young monks from the miscellaneous duty courtyard, without showing any discriminatory behavior towards this side.

  Is it called "True Eternity"? Meng Qi recalled his Dharma name.

  Zhen Yong was slender and tall, looking ordinary, but when he smiled, his white teeth shone brightly: "Master Xuan Xin, I heard from several of my fellow disciples that you are knowledgeable about the pugilistic worlds anecdotes and are familiar with them like the back of your hand. I love listening to these stories, so I came in a hurry, please forgive me for intruding, allow me to listen."

  At this time, the martial monks belonged to their own scheduled "meditation and self-cultivation" period.

  Supported by Zhen Yong, Xuan Xin seemed to float again, and smiled all over his face: "It doesnt matter, it doesnt matter. Just sit down and listen. The more you know about the world, the less likely you are to suffer losses when traveling the world in the future."

  Zhen Yong glanced around and sat down beside Meng Qi, saying in a low voice, "Brother Zhen Ding, didnt I squeeze you?"

  "No." Meng Qi shook his head, feeling that Zhen Yongs young Shaoyin was also surprisingly mature beyond his age. At the age of 14 or 15, he spoke like a grown-up scholar.

  "I see that you, Zhen Dings junior brother, seem to be able to recognize characters and punctuate sentences. In the future, please take care of me more often when I need your help, but dont worry about it." Zhen Yong said with a familiar smile.

  Meng Qis heart skipped a beat as he thought of his identity as a martial monk from the Wusengyuan, and smiled in response: "Its just a small matter, why must you be so serious, Shixiong?"

  After exchanging a few sentences, the two of them seemed to have become bosom friends and regretted not meeting earlier.

  Xuan Xin saw the situation, coughed and let everyone quiet down, then continued: "Apart from the two fundamental great methods of the Golden Temple, what needs to be noted is their knife method."

  "Xuě Dāo Tóu himself was a master of knife skills, and also grasped part of the secrets of the fifth move of Rú Lái Shén Zhǎng. Therefore, after he obtained the Nù Mù Jīn Gāng Fǎ Shēn, the three major knife techniques he created were at the pinnacle of the worlds knife skills, and there were really not many that could compare to them..."

  His words made the miscellaneous monks eyebrows dance with excitement, their minds fluttering, but as they listened on, everyone became somewhat depressed. Suddenly, Zhen Yong raised his hand and spoke: "Master Xuanshin, does that mean Shaolin doesnt have any comparable sword techniques?"

  Yes, isnt Shaolin martial arts said to encompass all things? The miscellaneous monks also have a sense of pride in their school.

  Xuan Xin snorted: "My Shaolin knife method is indeed not many, but there is one that can be compared with these three major knife methods, it is Anan Broken Precept Knife Method among the 72 ultimate skills. They all belong to the pinnacle of external scenery that can communicate with the laws of heaven and earth. Of course, you must also enter the realm of external scenery to exert the true power of this knife method."

  He roughly introduced this knife way divine merit, listened to the monks hearts yearning, excited.

  "Alright, its late at night, everyone go back to their rooms and work hard." Xuan Xin let out a nonchalant yawn, and said with an air of indifference, "Actually, Im not afraid of Xuan Ku Shidi, but since the Miscellaneous Affairs Institute belongs to the Miscellaneous Objects Institute, Im just giving him some face."

  He was still shaken by his earlier fright.

  "Is it?" A thick voice suddenly sounded at the door.

  Xuan Xins face suddenly turned pale, and he hastily forced a smile, saying: "Xuan Ku, Shidi, I, I..."

  Xuán Kǔs appearance was that of a large-eared monk, still wearing a yellow Buddhist robe, but with a string of dark red prayer beads added to his right hand.

  This was just like what Meng Qi saw in the hands of a monk at the Jielu Temple during the day, except one was dark yellow and the other was reddish-brown.

  "Xuan Xin Shixiong, I am no longer in the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, currently I am a duty monk in the Vinaya Department." Xuan Ku said solemnly.

  "No wonder you came over to inspect, junior brother." Xuan Xin deliberately changed the subject.

  This is even more terrifying... Meng Qi secretly curled his tongue, the ruthless and unfeeling Master Xuan Su actually entered the Precept Hall, if he gets caught in the future...

  Xuan Ku looked around the courtyard in a circle, nodded and said: "Go back to your rooms, dont forget to study hard."

  After returning to the Zen room, Meng Qi secretly took out the small jade Buddha and checked it with his back facing Zhen Ying, Zhen Guan and others. He only felt a warm and smooth touch in his hand, with a cool sensation seeping into his body, making his mind clear for a moment.

  "What a treasure!" Meng Qi was overjoyed in his heart, turning it over and over to see if he could discover more secrets, but ultimately gained nothing. He had no choice but to calm his mind and stop thinking about these things, beginning to try and enter meditation. With the help of Little Jade Buddha, this times meditation was extremely easy.

  After transforming his true energy, Meng Qi suddenly furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and directly took down the small Jade Buddha.

  The first step of martial arts training cannot rely on external objects. If it becomes a habit, it will be like walking with crutches in the future.

  After losing the small Jade Buddha, Meng Qis thoughts gradually became more active. Fortunately, with the experience of the previous two successes, and now under the bright moonlight on a quiet night, he finally calmed his mind, attained stillness, and from stillness, wisdom was born, and with wisdom, true energy was naturally generated.

  He inhaled the true energy and filled it into his acupoints. It wasnt until an hour and a half later that Meng Qi opened his eyes again. It wasnt that he didnt want to continue cultivating, but he had to ensure he got enough rest, otherwise tomorrows chores of fetching water and sweeping the floor would consume a great deal of physical energy.

  Just having finished the "Ding Zhong Xiuxin" exercise, Meng Qi was feeling refreshed and clear-headed at this moment, unable to fall asleep for a short while. He turned his head to look around, just in time to see Zhen Hui looking over, seemingly also having just ended her cultivation.

  "Little brother, arent you asleep yet?" Meng Qis heart stirred, planning to teach him about human relationships and worldly affairs.

  Zhen Hui nodded and said blankly: "Soon."

  "Uh, then Brother Meng has to tell you some things, there are some words..." Meng Qi began a long and grand speech, but as he spoke, he found that Zhen Huis eyelids drooped down, as if he was about to fall asleep.

  He cant listen at all... Meng Qis mouth twitched slightly, furrowed his brow in thought, and soon came up with a good idea: "This guy seems to be very interested in Jianghu stories, so I can incorporate human feelings into it!"

  In fact, if he werent in a foreign land, alone and isolated, Meng Qi wouldnt care about others feelings or worldly affairs at all. But now, he wanted to use this method to relieve the inexplicable frustration of crossing over.

  "Little brother, I once heard a story about a great hero. Do you want to hear it?" Meng Qi asked with a smile.

  Zhen Huis eyes snapped open and he nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Shixiong!"

  This guy always talks like this... Meng Qi scratched his bald head, gazing at the bright moon outside the window, and said in a distant tone: "A long, long time ago, there was a Taoist priest named Qiu Chuji who passed through a place called Niu Jia Village..."

  This story seemed to build a bridge between two worlds, and Meng Qi was momentarily enchanted by it, forgetting that he was only telling a story to Zhen Hui.

  …………

  Three months later, Meng Qis body had grown a bit taller, and "Hundred Days Foundation Establishment" was only half completed due to insufficient time.

  Xiaoyi Zhenhui admired Meng Qi even more for his wonderful and intense "martial arts stories", almost listening to him obediently.

  However, Meng Qi still did not have the opportunity to leave the Miscellaneous Duty Temple and enter the Martial Monk Temple.

  "Zhen Ding, brothers, where are you going?" Zhen Yong walked into the miscellaneous duty courtyard and happened to see Meng Qi and Zhen Hui holding brooms, preparing to go out. It was just after lunch at this time.

  Meng Qi replied excitedly: "Master Xuanshen has arranged for us to sweep the Scripture Pavilion."

  As it happens, Meng Qi has an unexpected surprise. After lunch, Xuan Xin ordered himself and Zhen Hui to clean the Scripture Pavilion, indicating that from now on, the place belongs to the two of them.

  Although Xuán Xīn clearly stated that they were only responsible for the two floors below where the Buddhist scriptures were stored, and the upper floors would be taken care of by senior monks, Mèng Qí couldnt help but feel excited. The Scripture Pavilion! The legendary Scripture Pavilion where the Shaolin Temples 72 ultimate skills were said to be stored! How many martial arts fantasy stories had made this place a location for people to have incredible encounters!

  "I wonder if the Tathagata Palm, Easy Muscle Scripture, Mojie Fumo Fist and Great Dream True Scripture are in the Zangjing Pavilion..." Meng Qi thought to himself as he wandered outside the sky and earth.