Meng Qi was originally worried about not being able to find an opportunity to leave the Miscellaneous Duties Institute, but unexpectedly he was suddenly informed that he could report to the Martial Arts Institute tomorrow. It was as if he was walking on the road and was suddenly hit by a pie falling from the sky, dizzy and disoriented, both shocked and delighted, but with a much higher proportion of shock than joy. As a result, for a moment, his expression was dull and he forgot how to respond.

  Xuan Chis reaction to Meng Qi was not unexpected, his deep and low voice said: "Zhen Wu Sect Zhang Yuanshan, Xian Jian Pavilion Jiang Zhimiao, both praised you for being knowledgeable about etiquette, advancing and retreating clearly, speaking eloquently, and being able to restrain yourself. Its rare to have a master from another sect praise me, a miscellaneous monk of Shaolin, so Ill let you enter the Wu Seng Yuan to cultivate your martial skills, and in the future, become a guest monk."

  As a senior monk of the martial arts sect, his kung fu skills should at least have some standards, lest he lose face.

  "I, the disciple, just restrained myself as much as possible." Meng Qi finally understood what was going on and secretly thanked Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhimiao for their help, while fully expressing the joy in his heart.

  "As a guest, to restrain oneself, not to act rashly with unprovoked anger, and yet not lose the face of ones school, is of utmost importance." Xuan Chi replied nonchalantly to Meng Qi, then turned around and left, walking with a proud and heroic air, like a dragon or tiger, not at all like a monk, but rather like a mighty hero who had roamed the jianghu for many years.

  Xuan Ku looked at Meng Qi deeply and said lightly, "After entering the Wu Seng Yuan, all clever tricks are useless. Only by understanding the Zen principles, calming ones mind and spirit, not being impatient or anxious, and diligently cultivating oneself can one be on the right path. In this aspect, Zhen Hui is better than you."

  In other words, Meng Qi could hear that he suspected himself of currying favor with guests such as Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhimiao in order to get rid of the miscellaneous duties institute, after all, it was still a heavy machine.

  "How can one judge the existence or non-existence of something just by hearing and seeing it? Alas, Master Xuan, once youve made up your mind, its like falling into an endless abyss." Meng Qi had never been one to wrong others without cause, and if there were no other considerations, he would argue for what was right.

  He had originally intended to quote from the Buddhist scriptures in his reply, but at this point he was still in the process of learning written Sanskrit and memorizing morning prayers and short mantras, and had not yet learned any scripture. For the time being, he could only refute him in the most familiar way.

  Finally, Meng Qi solemnly clasped his hands together in a Buddhist salute: "Homage to Amitabha Buddha."

  "You!" Xuan Kus eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting Meng Qi to retort with such logic that left him speechless.

  "If you dont have a Zen mind, seeking to profit from your glib tongue, you will eventually be driven out of Shaolin." He replied coldly, turned his head and left. If it werent for your eloquent words and thoughtful efforts to win over the guests of various sects, why would they speak up for this insignificant monk? Is there any effect without a cause in this world?

  Alas, Master Xuan Ku is getting more and more eccentric by the day... its only a matter of time before he falls into the devils path... Meng Qi secretly gloated over his quick wit, but Master Xuan Ku was even faster, and had already disappeared from the square.

  At this time, Zhen Hui grasped the broom tightly with both hands and looked at Meng Qi in confusion: "Senior brother, are we going to Wu Sengyuan?"

  "Only now you react?" Meng Qi looked at Zhen Hui in astonishment, he had already spoken to Xuan Chi and Xuan Ku for a while, this reaction speed was really too shocking.

  Zhen Hui revealed a hint of an innocent and childish smile: "Ive made further progress towards The Coming of the Buddhas Palm."

  Pfft, Meng Qi spat out water, unable to help but admit that he couldnt keep up with the fools train of thought.

  However, he soon cheered up and excitedly said to Zhen Hui: "Tathagatas Divine Palm is too far away. Once weve cultivated our energy in the Wu Seng Yuan, well be able to learn the 72 ultimate techniques! At that time, I must learn Picking Flowers Finger, Infinite Void Finger, and Crossing the River with a Single Reed!"

  "Why?" Zhen Hui looked at Meng Qi in confusion, unable to understand why he insisted on choosing these few martial arts.

  Meng Qi said with a spirited expression: "Because these few martial arts are elegant and free-spirited! In the future..."

  He originally wanted to say something like "white clothes fluttering, long sword like electricity", but immediately remembered that this was Shaolin Temple, so he slightly modified his "fantasized future":

  "Little brother, didnt I tell you the story of Monk Wuhua? To be a monk, one must attain this level. Think about it, in the future, drifting on a small boat, wearing white robes like snow, smiling and holding flowers while standing... how elegant! How dashing! Hehe, when encountering someone unpleasant, one can say: Donor, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore..."

  He became more and more spirited as he spoke, but suddenly thought of "Iron Cloth Shirt" and "Five Tigers Broken Door Knife", his expression suddenly turned gloomy, and his enthusiasm was slightly reduced.

  "It doesnt matter, this is just a temporary measure, it will definitely not develop like this in the future..." Meng Qi secretly comforted himself and regained his enthusiasm. Just as he was about to continue speaking, Zhen Yan suddenly interrupted him from beside him:

  "Congratulations, brothers Zhen Ding and Zhen Hui, for escaping the endless suffering of Za Yueyuan. However, I must remind you that Wu Sengyuan is not a pure land either. Only those who have achieved great mastery in internal energy and are chosen by our uncles can learn the 72 ultimate skills. The rest will remain in Wu Sengyuan, continuing to practice the Dragon Subduing Staff Technique as members of the Luohan Great Array. So, you must not be complacent."

  He had a smile on his face, but Meng Qi felt that he was smiling reluctantly, and there was a hint of cold water in his words.

  "Thanks for the reminder, senior brother." Meng Qi could very well understand Zhen Yans feelings at this moment. If he were in his shoes, having gone through more than three years of miscellaneous chores and day and night yearning to enter the Wu Xiang Institute but to no avail, while the newly promoted junior brothers by his side suddenly escaped their suffering, he would probably find it harder to laugh than cry.

  The three of them returned to the servants quarters in silence, with Zhen Hui occasionally flashing a silly grin.

  Meng Qi knew that there were people like Zhen Yan and Zhen Ying around him, so he no longer showed off in order not to stimulate them.

  At dinner time, Meng Qi specially reminded Zhen Hui not to talk nonsense.

  Clap, clap, clap! Just as Meng Qi was savoring his meat, a round of applause came from the doorway.

  Meng Qi turned his head and saw Xuan Xin and Shang walking in, he smiled brightly and applauded: "Not easy, our Miscellaneous Duties Institute is not easy! Today, two of our disciples were finally selected into the Martial Arts Institute!"

  Clap, clap, clap, the sound of wooden chopsticks falling on the long table or floor kept ringing out. All the miscellaneous monks except Meng Qi, Zhen Hui and Zhen Yan were stiff in their original positions as if time had been frozen. A strange silence appeared in the dining hall.

  "Zhen Ding, Zhen Hui, dont you two have anything to say?"

  As soon as Xuan Xin finished speaking, the monks who had turned into stone statues all came back to life. They turned their heads and looked at Meng Qi and Zhen Hui, their eyes gloomy and difficult to understand, making Meng Qi feel a bit frightened.

  "Thanks to Master Xuanshin for arranging for his disciples to sweep the Chanxin courtyard." Meng Qi knew that he couldnt deceive Xuanshin, so he said this on purpose.

  Xuan Xin chuckled and said, "Youre also a cautious person, skilled in speaking, I know you love listening to Jianghu stories. Dont forget this place in the future, eh? What are you looking at Zhen Ding and Zhen Hui for? Why not congratulate them?"

  A lay monk slowly stood up and said with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Congratulations to Zhen Ding Shixiong, Zhen Hui Shixiong for becoming martial monks."

  "Congratulations to Zhen Ding Shidi and Zhen Hui Shidi for becoming Wu monks." The rest of the miscellaneous duty monks also stood up, and different voices echoed in the Shan Tang, some self-pitying, some bitter, some resentful, some painful, some envious, some jealous, and so on.

  Meng Qi let out a soft sigh: "Junior Brother just received the blessing of the Buddha, all of you senior brothers sincerely worshiped the Buddha, and in the future, there will be such rewards."

  "Everyone, as long as you focus on sweeping, focus on eating, and focus on sleeping, youll definitely be able to enter the Wu Seng Temple too." Zhen Hui said foolishly.

  Meng Qi knew that this was the real method, but looking at the expressions of those miscellaneous monks, there were cold smiles and painful hatred, yet not a single one of them looked like they believed it. If they didnt know that Zhen Hui was a kind and simple-minded person, they might have even thought that Zhen Hui was mocking them.

  With hands clasped together, a Buddhas name was recited, Meng Qi pulled Zhen Hui to sit down, and they ate in silence with their heads bowed. The dinner ended in this difficult-to-describe silent atmosphere, and Xuan Xins "storytelling" also began in such an ambiance.

  "Zhen Ding, Zhen Hui, I knew you two were not ordinary people. Now that were at the Wu Seng Yuan, remember to take care of each other." Zhen Yong said with a smile as he came over to listen in.

  Meng Qi, who was also familiar with him, said bluntly: "Zhen Yong Shixiong, you still have to take care of your younger brother."

  Zhen Yong smiled and said, "The fellow disciples of the Wu Seng Temple actually all love to listen to Jianghu stories, but they dont have the nerve to ask like I do. They just wait for me to go back and retell them, so, Big Brother, in the Wu Seng Temple, I also have a bit of face, hehe, as long as you guys often tell similar things, they wont make it difficult for you."

  "This is actually my strong point." Meng Qi nodded slightly, and Zhen Hui also nodded vigorously, "I know a lot of stories too!"

  Xuan Xin coughed and stopped the whispers below: "Todays farewell to various sects, you must not take it to heart. This is just Shaolin emphasizing etiquette, not that we really fear them. Think about it, Great Jin has only three powerful Dharma bodies, and Shaolin occupies one of them. Which other sect can rival us?"

  "Do you know what the most sensational thing in Jianghu has been in the past decade?"

  This monk is quite proud of Shaolin, looking down on other sects... Meng Qi shook his head secretly and replied loudly: "We dont know, please tell us, Master Xuanshen."

  The rest of the miscellaneous monks also weakly followed and replied unknowingly.

  Xuan Xin didnt care about their reaction and continued to say with a pleased tone: "Decades ago, among the nine evil sects of Xie Mo, the Mie Tian Men produced an extraordinary genius who condensed his demonic body before he was fifty, almost comparable to the legendary eras Evil Emperor. His surname is Han, first name Guang, self-proclaimed Demon Master, shaking the Jianghu, and no one dared not to follow him on the left path. However, Demon Master was too evil and suffered retribution. Less than a year after condensing his demonic body, he revealed his whereabouts and was caught by Fang Zhang."

  "Nine years ago, that one war, the earth cracked and mountains collapsed, the sky was dark and the ground was black. The Tai Yue mountain range also had a large lake in the middle, only Master Fang Zhang came out alive, it is said that the demon master was killed or suppressed by him."

  "After this battle, Shaolins prestige completely surpassed all other sects!"

  Xuan Xin kept boasting about the heroic deeds of various high-ranking monks, and Meng Qi and others listened with great enthusiasm, wishing they could take their place.

  Who knows when and what day, oneself will have such ability to move mountains and seas!

  After listening to Xuan Xins "Shuo Shu", they returned to the Zen room, where Zhen Guan and Zhen Ying immediately fell asleep with their heads covered, completely ignoring Meng Qi and Zhen Hui. Zhen Hui meditated for a while before also quickly falling asleep.

  Meng Qi practiced the "Iron Shirt Mind Method" once, and after tossing and turning for a long time, he finally suppressed his excitement and fell asleep. He couldnt help but envy Zhen Huis simple thoughts and few distractions.

  Darkness was heavy, Meng Qi felt his breathing getting more and more difficult, and his body seemed to be pressed down by thick mud.

  "Is a ghost pressing on the bed?" Meng Qi was slightly conscious in his dream, struggling to wake up, but saw a twisted and ferocious face.

  Zhen Guan pinched Meng Qis neck with both hands, his body pressed against him, making it impossible for him to move. His eyes were fierce and his voice was like a dreamy whisper:

  "Kill you, kill you!"

  "Seize the opportunity to enter Wus temple!"

  "I cant get in, and neither can anyone else!"