Meng Qi was both shocked and enraged, struggling with all his might. However, the true strength of Guans internal energy was not to be underestimated. Although Meng Qi managed to move him slightly, he remained firmly pinned down, with no decrease in the force exerted by Guans hands.

  After the initial struggle, Meng Qi suddenly found that his breathing was difficult, but far from suffocating. The True Observations hands seemed to be "trapped" by his own muscles and skin, unable to effectively cut off his breath.

  Right! Ill wear "Iron Shirt"! In Meng Qis slightly dizzy head, this thought suddenly flashed.

  Because it wasnt something he had practiced and mastered himself, just now in that urgent situation, he actually forgot that he could use "Iron Cloth Shirt"!

  The "Iron Shirt" itself does not greatly increase ones strength.

  After confirming that he was not in danger, Meng Qi gradually calmed down his panicked emotions, focused his mind and drove the Dan Tian, a warm current slowly rising.

  Neigong rotated, Meng Qis waist and abdomen simultaneously exerted force with both hands, directly sending Zhen Guan flying out, crashing into the wall with a loud bang.

  Zhen Guan stumbled and staggered, but still struggled to get up, his eyes blazing red, his mouth constantly growling "Kill you" "Robbed me of the opportunity to enter Wu Seng Temple" and other words, crazily pouncing towards Meng Qi.

  "Mad!" Meng Qi had already flipped over and stood on the bed, shocked and furious, without dodging or evading, a swift punch hit Zhen Guans chest with his habitual "Black Tiger Piercing Heart".

  But Zhen Guans waving hands hit Meng Qis body, as if scratching an itch for him.

  Bang! Zhen Guan crashed into the wall again, making a dull thud.

  He clutched his chest with his right hand, struggling to get up, but Meng Qis punch had almost used up all his strength. No matter how hard he tried, his body was in agony and weak, unable to stand up!

  "Kill you! Kill you!"

  "You bunch of beasts, cheating bald donkeys!"

  "I want revenge, I want revenge..."

  He was muttering to himself like a madman, with tears streaming down his face.

  At this time, Zhenying and Zhenhui had already been woken up, one looking bewildered and the other stupidly at this scene.

  Meng Qi saw Zhen Guans appearance, as if he was about to pounce over and bite his own flesh, thinking that if it werent for him exchanging the "Iron Cloth Shirt" in the "Wheel of Rebirth", he would have died just now. Suddenly, a surge of anger rose up, and he jumped down from the bed, waving his fists and wanting to hit Zhen Guan.

  Puff, Meng Qis fist failed to hit Zhen Guan, but instead hit a yellow cloth that suddenly appeared, making no impact and producing a light rustling sound.

  "Halt!" Xuan Xin withdrew his sleeves and let out a low shout.

  Meng Qi hadnt lost his mind and upon seeing Xuan Xin appear, he immediately shouted: "Master Uncle Xuan Xin, Zhen Guan has gone mad! He wants to kill me!"

  Zhen Guan also stared at Meng Qi and Xuan Xin with a fierce gaze, constantly muttering words like "kill you".

  Xuan Xin looked at Zhen Guan with a scowl and curled her lip, saying: "With this look of yours, who can you kill?"

  He quickly took a few steps forward, kicked out with one foot, and kicked Zhen Guan so hard that he was left gasping for breath, unable to speak.

  "What are you looking at? Get back to sleep! Do you want to use iron buckets to fetch water tomorrow?" Xuan Xin yelled at the miscellaneous monks who appeared at the door, driving them away.

  "What a bunch of trash!" Xuan Xin muttered to himself, and Zhen Yings expression on the bed became increasingly gloomy.

  After finishing, Xuan Xin looked at Meng Qi and changed from anger to a smile in an instant: "Zhen Ding Shixiong, what do you think we should do about this matter?"

  Meng Qi was also a person with considerable social experience, and his anger had already been vented. Since he himself had not suffered any substantial harm, he glanced at Zhen Guan Dao: "Everything will be handled by Master Shu, but he has already lost his mind. If it were someone else, Im afraid there would have been a fatal incident."

  Xuan Xin coughed and motioned for Zhen Hui to close the door of the Zen room.

  Zhen Hui had been staring intently at Xuan Xin kicking Zhen Guan, as if a Jianghu story was unfolding before his eyes, and he seemed quite excited. At this moment, he responded with a sound, jumped down from the bed, ran to the door, closed it, and continued to stare at Xuan Xin and Meng Qi with wide eyes.

  "This is ultimately our Zaoyuans business, and it would be unseemly to let everyone know about it. Why dont we do this instead? Tomorrow, Ill find another excuse to expel Zhen Guan from Shaolin." Xuanxin said with a smile all over his face.

  Meng Qi seemed to understand and come around. If things got out of hand and the Disciplinary Court took over, he, as the executive monk in charge of the Miscellaneous Affairs Office, would inevitably have to take some responsibility.

  Just as Meng Qi was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to get along with Xuan Xin, making it easier for him to do things in the future, the door was suddenly pushed open and a yellow-robed monk walked in, his right hand wearing a string of dark red Buddhist beads.

  "Master Xuanxin, if it werent for me patrolling nearby and hearing the commotion, you would have probably covered this up." The Buddhist monk, who appeared to be in his thirties, had narrow eyes that seemed to hold a hint of viciousness. He spoke to Xuanxin with a fake smile.

  Xuan Xins face changed several times, and he quickly stepped forward with a smile: "I didnt want to trouble you, Master Xuan Kong. This is just a small matter, why did you have to come out yourself?"

  He pulled something out of his bosom and secretly stuffed it into Xu Kongs hand.

  Xuan Kong smiled with a few more warm intentions: "No one has been killed, no one has been injured, its indeed a small matter, but this madman cant be kept."

  "Dont worry, I wont make things difficult for you, Brother." Xuanxin patted his chest in guarantee.

  Meng Qi was stunned, it turned out that this temple was not a pure land either, at least the miscellaneous affairs courtyard wasnt, and also had "human feelings and worldly affairs".

  Xuan Kong looked at Zhen Guan who was struggling to get up, then turned his head towards Meng Qi: "This junior brother, what a great horizontal exercise skill."

  Meng Qi subconsciously touched his neck, feeling several deep finger marks. His mind was racing as he carefully chose his words: "Please report to Master Xuan Kong, before I became a monk, I had contact with many family-transmitted martial arts. On ordinary days, after finishing chores and having nothing to do, I would practice them."

  "Haha, no need to be nervous, we all know," Xuan Kong said with a hint of sarcasm. "If it werent for this relationship, would the successors of Xiujian Pavilion and Zhenwu Sect speak up for you? Are they people who can be swayed by sharp words?"

  It turns out they thought so... Meng Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although he didnt rule out the possibility that he would speak and make the two successors truly satisfied, but this explanation was more acceptable and could better cover up his true relationship with Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhimiao.

  Xuankongs mouth curled up, seemingly smiling yet not quite, and said: "However, Shaolin Temple has never looked at a disciples background when accepting them. If you commit an error and fall into the hands of our Precepts Courtyard, we will show no mercy. Heh heh, I get along with Xuanku Shidi, his attitude is my attitude."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house, lightly leaving behind a sentence: "Xuan Xin Shidi, remember to handle it well."

  "Damn, those bastards in the Precepts Hall cant stand it when someone puts on a strong front before them!" After Xuan Kong left, Xuan Xin cursed with a very coarse tone, not having any awareness of breaking his oral precepts at all. "Zhending, did you talk back to them?"

  Meng Qi curled his lip: "If Im upright and honest, why would I be afraid of them?"

  "Hmph, its precisely this attitude that they hate the most." Xuan Xin looked Meng Qi up and down, "Only someone with a noble background like yours, who isnt afraid of having no future prospects, can be so arrogant. Im asking you, which family are you from?"

  "How would I know! Meng Qi pretended to be profound and mysterious, saying: "All troubles have fallen away, the red dust is far away, no matter which family, they are all unrelated to me, a little monk."

  Xuan Xin spat out a mouthful of saliva, completely disbelieving Meng Qis words. During this time, he also discovered that Zhen Ding was quite precocious, and his speech and behavior were not like those of a child. So he stopped asking questions and looked at Zhen Guan with a sigh:

  "Speaking of Zhen Guan, hes also pitiful. Born into a merchant family, he didnt have to worry about food and clothing. But little did he know, his family members were killed by the ruthless He Lian Shans seventy-two bandits while on a business trip. No one survived. From then on, he became an orphan. Later, he joined our Shaolin Temple to seek revenge, but his hatred couldnt be hidden from Xuan Su, so he was sent to our Miscellaneous Labor Institute."

  "If you wont accept Zhen Guan as a disciple because of this reason, why give him a glimmer of hope?" Meng Qi frowned and said.

  "Haha, Xuan Ku is indeed such a person. He left behind the true observation, wanting to use the temples scriptures and Buddhas name to dissolve the hatred in his heart, eliminate some of his killing karma. Amitabha Buddha, the Buddhist teachings are boundless." Xuan Xins recitation of the Buddhas name is full of sarcastic meaning.

  "Haha, why doesnt he go himself to persuade those 72 bandits to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas on the spot?" Meng Qi said with a hint of anger.

  "Also depends on whether he can beat him."

  He turned his head to look at Zhen Guan, who was slowly calming down: "Ah, Master Zhen Guan, you can descend the mountain tomorrow and hurry to find another sect. Perhaps there is still a chance to practice profound martial arts."

  "Descend the mountain?" Upon hearing these words, Zhen Guan suddenly came to and covered his face with both hands, painfully whispering, "Father! Mother! Your son is unfilial! Your son is unfilial! Five years have passed, yet I still havent avenged my enemy..."

  Meng Qi sighed and did not stop Xuan Xin from letting Zhen Guan go down the mountain. He had stayed here with no hope at all.

  This made Meng Qi even more determined to learn martial arts well, lest he wouldnt even have the ability to avenge himself in the future.

  …………

  "Them?" The newly promoted martial monks like Zhen De looked at Meng Qi and Zhen Hui in extreme astonishment as they appeared in front of the team.

  Wasnt it said that no one had become a martial monk in the Miscellaneous Academy for a very long time?

  Slippery kid and silly egg can also become martial monks?

  This made them subconsciously a little repelled by Meng Qi and the others who took pride in Wu Seng Temple.

  Meng Qi saw their expressions and couldnt help but laugh inwardly, wanting to shout out loud: "I, Hu Han San, am back again!"

  Xuan Chi looked at the martial monks who had entered the temple in the past year with his hands behind his back, and said to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui: "From today on, you will follow them to learn martial arts. The teaching monk is Zhen Miao."

  Really? Meng Qi tilted his head to look at the young and elegant monk beside him, was it him? As a fellow member of the Zhenzi generation, while he and others were still in the stage of cultivating their inner energy and physical strength as martial monks, he had already become a teaching monk!

  Zhen Miao wore a yellow monks robe, looking elegant and refined, but standing there, he had a few points of majesty and profundity.

  He nodded without a smile: "You go to the back of the team."

  Meng Qi and Zhen Hui had no opinion, so they quickly found a position to stand in.

  "Today is still practicing Luohanquan, I will demonstrate it as well, be sure to watch clearly." After sending off Zhen Miao with his eyes, he swung open the hem of his monks robe with his right hand, tied up his horse stance, and first demonstrated the "Chaoshan Bai Fo" move.

  "First practice this move. The way of martial arts is to lay a solid foundation, do not be greedy for quick progress." Zhen Miao instructed the monks to practice boxing.

  Meng Qi and Zhen Hui had both learned Luohan Quan for several months, and they were still keeping up with the pace. So, they practiced the moves again and again, from the first move to the eighteenth move, gradually sweating profusely.

  "Halt!" Suddenly, Zhen Miao walked to Meng Qis side and looked at him sternly. "Your Arhat Fist has many irregularities. How did you practice normally? You havent reached the stage where your moves are natural and effortless yet. If you lose regularity, youll be planting hidden dangers!"

  Meng Qi knew that his familys Arhat Fist relied on looking at the fist spectrum, as well as Zhen Yongs occasional guidance, and there must be many problems with it. Therefore, he sincerely said: "I am practicing according to the fist spectrum, please instruct me, Shixiong."

  "You practice like this, its better not to practice at all. Itll take even more effort to correct it later." Zhen Miao furrowed his brow and turned his head to the side, "Zhen De, come out and spar with him for a bit, let him know what kind of trouble an unorthodox move can bring."