Under the glazed tower, a quiet smile was serene and tranquil, looking at the demon-like Duer Cha, opening his mouth peacefully: "Master, your injury is not light."

  "What's the big deal? I can kill you with ease!" Duo Er said coldly, then pounced forward, her fists swirling like a whirlwind, shining brightly in the sky, ferocious and unrivaled!

  Her smile grew more serene, her voice ethereal and peaceful:

  "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; they should be regarded as such."

  The sound is not loud, echoing around, the heart is quiet, the right hand raises, making a gesture of pinching flowers.

  Behind him, the glazed pagoda shines brightly, with beams of Buddha light pouring out and the sound of Zen music drifting away.

  "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; they should be regarded as such."

  Buddha's light sparkles, as if a group of Arhats and Bodhisattvas are chanting in unison, producing a solemn yet ethereal Zen sound.

  Duō ér chá mù guāng yī níng, liǎn shàng shǒu cì chū xiàn jīng è de shén qíng: "Nǐ zhě néng 'shě shēn'?"

  Translation:

  Duo'er's gaze condensed, and for the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on her face: "You can actually 'sacrifice your body'?"

  "The old monk has only recently gained some insight." The quiet figure gradually faded away, merging into the Buddha's light and dispersing among the heavens.

  "Damn it!" Duo Er's black robe puffed up, and a series of wild winds rolled in, setting him off like a human storm, with threads of lightning surrounding him.

  The quiet flesh thoroughly disintegrates, leaving only a faint figure, the right hand in a flower-picking shape gently sweeps out, smiling purely and calmly, without a speck of dust.

  The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas vanished into thin air, the Buddha's light merged into this one finger, the surroundings became peaceful and serene, only the sound of Zen still lingered.

  "All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; they should be viewed as such."

  …………

  Zha Zha Zha, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan entered the secret passage, felt around on the inner wall for a while, and finally found the hidden mechanism.

  "This way, no one should be able to find us..." Meng Qi covered up the turmoil in his heart with nonsense.

  Qizheng took out flint and tinder from his bosom, dispelled the darkness and illuminated the surrounding area.

  This is a two-person-wide corridor with uneven stone slabs on the top and rough undulating stone walls on both sides, covered with moss.

  "Not like a purely artificial excavation, it should be a natural passage transformed." Qi Zhengyan carefully measured it again, took a few quick steps forward, and put Zhang Yuanshan down at the front flat and spacious place.

  Meng Qi suppressed his inner emotions, learned to speak properly, chose a gentle spot on the ground, put down Jiang Zhiwei, and then said "seriously": "Brother Qi, I'll go ahead and scout out the road, in case there are enemies hiding inside that we don't know about."

  Even ordinary young monks can enter and exit the back mountain, Meng Qi believes that there is only a stupa here, and no evil spirits or ghosts. So he plucked up his courage to explore this secret path. Since the terrain of the two worlds' Shaolin Temples are so similar, perhaps the end of this path will reveal the secrets of the Shaolin secret path, and maybe he will gain some benefits from it.

  Moreover, Meng Qi, who had a relatively better understanding of the "Infinite Flow", had some guesses about this aspect after learning about the "task evaluation" at the end of the last cycle, and exploring secrets might be an important reference standard for task evaluation.

  Qizheng looked at Mengqi with a straight face and no expression, took out another lighter from his pocket, lit it and handed it to Mengqi: "True Ding Shidi, trouble you, I have to stay here to guard Zhang Shixiong and them, lest poisonous insects and snakes invade."

  Huh? Meng Qi had prepared a lot of excuses, wanting to make Zhen Yan not follow him to explore, after all, what's inside is still hard to say, if he gets greedy because of this, things will get troublesome. But unexpectedly, Zhen Yan was so knowledgeable and tactful, before Meng Qi could even say a word, he volunteered to stay behind and keep watch!

  "Thanks, Brother Qi." Meng Qi didn't dwell on the matter and lit a fire stick before heading deeper into the secret passage, being vigilant for potential enemies in the darkness ahead while also being cautious of possible sneak attacks from behind.

  As Meng Qi's figure disappeared around the corner, his footsteps growing fainter and farther away, Zhang Yuanshan suddenly opened his eyes, weak but calm, saying: "Junior Brother Qi, I didn't expect you to choose to stay directly."

  "I've suffered a backlash, my strength has greatly decreased, I'm not a match for Zhen Ding Shixiong." Qi Zhengyan leaned against the wall, sat down with his legs crossed, and replied in a calm tone, "If we rashly follow him, when we encounter some secret or treasure that only one person can know, do you want Zhen Ding Shixiong to kill me or not? Everyone has desires, I won't take the risk of 'testing' Zhen Ding Shixiong's Buddha heart, so I'll just stay behind."

  Zhang Yuanshan nodded slightly and suddenly smiled: "After you were seriously injured, you indeed became more talkative."

  Qizheng's face suddenly turned black, and he turned his head to look aside.

  Zhang Yuanshan smiled slightly, closed his eyes again, and continued to heal. Jiang Zhiwei remained fully focused, as if he was completely unaware of the outside world.

  Along the narrow path, Meng Qi proceeded for a while and felt he had already gone deep into the mountains.

  Flickering flames, the dull yellow hue dyed the road with a gloomy dimness, giving Meng Qi an indescribable pressure, as if the fire would go out at any moment, and the world would return to darkness, while monsters and demons would surge out of the darkness, tearing him apart alive.

  Proceeding a little further forward, Meng Qi stopped in confusion because it seemed that he had already reached the end of the secret passage. The mountain wall formed a semicircle and encircled what appeared to be an open stone chamber.

  There is a rotten tatami mat, with stone bed and stone table.

  "Could this be a hermit's abode?" Meng Qi wondered to himself, and once again cautiously observed his surroundings before taking steps forward.

  As he approached closer, the flames cast a glow on the mountain wall, and Meng Qi vaguely saw several lines of text.

  "Huh, it's Sanskrit." Meng Qi was after all a top student of the Scripture Hall, and he wasn't unfamiliar with Sanskrit. He narrowed his eyes and tried hard to decipher it.

  "If one does not enter the mundane world, does not experience the sea of suffering, and does not turn against the precepts, how can one understand the true meaning of the pure rules, how can one thoroughly investigate the emptiness of worldly affairs, illuminate one's own Buddha-nature, and attain the wondrous truth of emptiness?"

  Meng Qi's Sanskrit attainments are not profound, and it is extremely difficult to get the language through, without guaranteeing that there are no errors or omissions. Of course, he has grasped the general meaning.

  "These words are indeed somewhat mysterious..." Meng Qi muttered to himself, moving the torch down to illuminate the signature.

  "Ah......difficult......Ah Nan?" Meng Qi's jaw dropped in surprise. Isn't this the venerable one sitting before the Buddha?

  Wait, there seems to be a Buddhist scripture about him breaking his precepts and leaving!

  "The name 'Anan' is written in Sanskrit with a dragon-like and snake-like stroke, sharp as a knife cut, containing a hint of sharpness and tranquility, Meng Qi's eyes were attracted, his right hand stretched out, trying to touch it gently."

  As soon as his palm touched it, Meng Qi suddenly felt a chill run down to his bones. A flash of knife light burst forth before his eyes, like a dragon entering the sea, like a fierce tiger returning to the mountains. All sorts of obstacles were cut off with one slash.

  The knife light was dazzling, and Meng Qi was unable to react at all, he could only stare blankly as the knife light approached him, transforming into various changes, and turning into a sea of red dust.

  The living are suffering, the old are suffering, the sick are suffering, the dead are suffering. The gleam of the knife flashes out infinite subtleties, ultimately returning to one knife, cutting off all shackles that bind the body!

  In the midst of the light, Meng Qi vaguely saw a monk, whose age and appearance were unknown, but he could only faintly sense his face filled with bitter sorrow and heavy determination.

  Flickering flames dimly lit, the Sanskrit characters on the mountain wall returned to dust, fluttering down gently.

  Meng Qi finally came back to his senses, looking at the scene in front of him with a hint of confusion. What just happened? The changing knife light and the tragic meaning of the red dust seemed to still be deeply etched in his mind.

  Dust settles, forming words:

  "Obtained the true transmission of 'Ananda's Knife Method for Breaking Precepts', and comprehended the first knife 'Cutting Off Purity' of Ananda's Knife Method for Breaking Precepts."

  Meng Qi's mouth was agape for a long time before he finally understood what had happened. According to Jiang Zhiwei's previous words, the Dharma body and some of the peak-level divine techniques and moves were not written down in texts, but rather passed down through true intention transmission. The objects that carried these true intentions could only hold them once, while others could be passed down for many years. Whether or not one could comprehend them was a personal matter, depending on how much they could grasp from the true intentions. And when one had fully mastered these divine techniques and moves, they could then leave behind their own true intention transmission.

  So Jiang Zhiwei could only grasp the superficial meaning of "the sword comes out without me", and if the content she grasped were to be turned into a secret manual, it would be worth at most 800-900 good deeds, not even one tenth of the original.

  "I remember that the 'Anan Breaking Precept Knife Method' in the temple wasn't a true intention transmission......" Meng Qi thought with doubt, because of the Golden Temple's expertise in knife methods, Xuan Xin had specially mentioned that Shaolin had a method that could rival theirs, the "Anan Breaking Precept Knife Method", which was an external peak-level technique. When perfected, it could touch the heavenly and earthly laws. He also mentioned that in previous generations, there were high monks who borrowed out secret scriptures and mastered this knife method, becoming masters of the knife path.

  So, Meng Qi knew that this knife method in Shaolin Temple belonged to secret inheritance.

  Due to his limited understanding of the temple's rules, Meng Qi couldn't guess the direction and didn't have time to think about it. He quickly closed his eyes, focused his mind, and recalled what he had just obtained, pondering over and over the changes in the "Duan Qing Jing" residual formula.

  To know, the exchange price of "Anan's Knife Method" is 9,000 good deeds, with a total of 3,000 for the outline and 1,200 for each style. If you forget, you'll lose big time!

  But getting the true meaning of transmission is equivalent to getting the overall outline, it's just that it needs to be slowly pondered and gradually understood, and moreover, compared to the overall outline, the true meaning of transmission can also directly lead to enlightenment about the five forms of knife methods.

  Of course, this requires extremely high wisdom, for example, Meng Qi, who just now directly received the inheritance, only understood the residual formula of the first knife.

  "What's with the incomplete form..." Meng Qi opened his eyes with a hint of disappointment. The incomplete form meant that he still couldn't practice it.

  Although truly exerting the power of "Anan's Knife Method" requires stepping into the external world and stirring up changes in the external heaven and earth, currently being able to grasp its superficial aspects is already a powerful move for oneself. Even if one doesn't have Jiang Zimu's "Sword Unsheathed Without Self", they will definitely not lack precise and terrifying comments.

  Taking a light breath, Meng Qi temporarily put down this matter and continued searching the stone room to see if there were any other things.

  As Meng Qi walked halfway around the stone chamber, he saw something that looked like a stone gate under the illumination of the flames.

  It only leaves a faint mark on the mountain wall, and the surrounding carvings are familiar words in everyday life.

  "Kindness and benevolence are not allowed beyond this gate."

  Meng Qi muttered this sentence, habitually placing his right hand lightly on the stone gate, intending to feel it, without any intention of pushing it open.

  As soon as his hand touched it, a wave of unspeakable chill and horror invaded Meng Qi's mind, the corpse's rotting flesh, the evil spirits and demons, all appeared before his eyes.

  Then a fiery light ignited in the midst of the dark air, burning everything and pointing directly at Meng Qi.

  Meng Qi's face turned pale and he hastily retreated backwards, leaving the stone gate behind. The scene before his eyes slowly disappeared.

  After panting for a moment, Meng Qi discovered that his back had broken out in a dense layer of cold sweat, and his whole body felt weak and sore, as if he had been seriously injured.

  "This is really strange..." Meng Qi took a deep breath and regained his composure, no longer daring to touch the stone gate.

  At this time, he saw a small hole under the stone gate that was bottomless, with an unnamable flame burning inside, and next to it were written several tiny characters.

  "Kill those who are ungrateful and treacherous!"

  What's going on here... Meng Qi thought helplessly.

  …………

  At the edge of the forest, Duo'er stood quietly, gazing at the remaining traces.

  His left shoulder and left hand had completely disappeared, his whole body couldn't stop trembling, but he still stood straight.

  Heartfelt, seeking recommendations~