No clean head?

  When he heard this name, Meng Qi was shocked and his heart beat involuntarily faster, because Wu Jing was the first seat of the Jie Lü Tang!

  He is the youngest of the wordless generation, but his cultivation is extraordinary and transcendent, not much different from the two abbots of Damo and Bodhi. He is also a well-known figure on the ground list, and he is a high monk who is most feared by the monks in the temple because he hates evil like an enemy, clearly investigates the smallest details, does not tolerate or compromise.

  That the Head of the Disciplinary Hall personally came out to interrogate me, could it be that they suspect me of something?

  Meng Qi was surprised and uncertain, the door of the Zen room opened with the wind, Zhen Miao walked in first, followed by Xuan Kong, both of whom had a gloomy appearance. They stood on either side, welcoming a monk wearing a yellow robe and a red cassock.

  He was about forty years old, with a dark bronze complexion and ordinary features, his face angular and clearly defined.

  As the head of the Discipline Hall, he was not like other sects' Discipline Hall masters who unconsciously carried a few points of harshness, but instead was calm and introverted, rarely speaking or laughing, with only those eyes being sharp and cold.

  "This is Jinglütang's Abbot." Zhen Miao introduced to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui.

  After the courtesy, Meng Qi immediately felt Wujing's gaze sweeping back and forth between him and Zhenhui, like a sword piercing through his body, as if the scorching sun was shining on snow, making him feel as if all his inner secrets had been seen through.

  With a stern gaze, he stared at Meng Qi's eyes and said in a low voice:

  "Zhen Ding, where did you learn 'Anan's Knife Method of Breaking Precepts'?"

  "Ah?" Meng Qi exclaimed in shock, his heart racing with turmoil, daring not to believe that an ordinary-looking wound would reveal this secret.

  Xuan Kong turned his head and glanced at Wu Jing, seeing him nod slightly. He then turned to face Meng Qi and said seriously: "A frog in a well knows nothing of the vastness of the world! Tianyan Tong and Tian'er Tong are by no means ordinary rumors!"

  "You have no disguise at all, with a single knife placed on Zhen Chang's body, how can the first seat not see that it is the 'Anan Breaking Precept Knife Method' first move 'Duan Qing Jing'?"

  "Honestly, where did you secretly learn the 'Anan Breaking Knife Method'? Was it in collusion with Zhen Chang and Zhen Yong to steal the scriptures, and then turned against each other due to an unfair division of spoils? Is the copy of the 'Easy Tendon Classic' being kept hidden by you?"

  A string of questions was like a series of thunderclaps exploding in Meng Qi's heart, he had underestimated the power of the Shaolin Temple and its ability to suppress him, and he had been too careless!

  "I, I..." Meng Qi's mind was racing to come up with an excuse and a reason. After all, the danger of being the "Master of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" was like a thorn in his back, and he couldn't possibly answer truthfully.

  "Master's brother learned it after accidentally seeing Master practicing 'Anan Breaking Knife Method'." At this time, Zhen Hui beside him said with a calm face, as if he didn't know the severity of the matter, and wasn't afraid at all.

  "Coincidentally saw?" Xuan Kong asked back, one word at a time, and then sneered, "Who can coincidentally see someone practicing swordsmanship and comprehend the true meaning, grasping the pinnacle of external style knife techniques?"

  Can hurt "Luohan Fumo Divine Art" and "Prajna Palm" Xiaocheng's Zhenchang, Zhen Ding must have realized the true meaning of "Duan Qingjing".

  Next to Zhen Miao, who had just heard of this matter for the first time, looked at Meng Qi in a daze and shock. No wonder he could hurt Zhen Chang! However, "A Nan Broken Precept Knife Method" is a secret book inheritance, and he can understand the true meaning in such a short period of time. His knife talent is also astonishing!

  Meng Qi had also walked the thin line between life and death, and had encountered danger several times. Quickly suppressing his shocked emotions, he steeled himself and said: "First Seat, Master Xuan Ku, it's true that I may have a connection with the 'Ananda Broken Precept Knife Method'. By chance, I saw Master practicing knife techniques after stumbling upon the Sharira Pagoda while cultivating the Golden Bell Cover. I suddenly realized the true meaning of tempering my Buddhist heart in the mortal world like a furnace."

  To be honest, if I were in their shoes, I wouldn't believe this explanation either, but for now, I can only insist on it.

  "What does the Golden Bell Shield have to do with 'ānanda's Sword of Precepts'?" Xuan Kong's face was filled with skepticism.

  Wú jìng què qīng ǎn le yī shēng: "rú hé wù chū?"

  Translation:

  Without clarity but lightly humming a sound: "How to enlighten?"

  Meng Qi hastily described the situation in detail at that time. Because it was a personal experience, it was particularly vivid.

  When he spoke, his eyes seemed to have a golden pupil condensed in the depths of his clear eyes, staring straight at his eyes.

  He waited until he finished, and then Wu Jing slowly nodded: "This should be your real experience of enlightenment, but occasionally seeing the practice of knife is indeed a lie. No one can understand the true meaning just by looking at the knife method once."

  He spoke with great certainty, it was unclear whether it was based on common sense or if he had just used his intuition to see through Meng Qi's lie.

  "The first clear mirror, indeed it is." Meng Qi didn't dare to look at Wu Jing directly anymore.

  Wu Jing was silent for a while, and Meng Qi thought he would use his divine power or something like "Soul Searching Thirteen Hands" to interrogate him. But suddenly, Wu Jing spoke up: "The right and wrong of the matter has already been decided, and it's not something that can be cleared up by clever words. Follow me to the Great Hero Treasure Hall, and face the questioning of Fang Zhang and the other elders. Along the way, think carefully, put down your butcher knife, and you might just become a Buddha on the spot."

  After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door. At this time, a sly smile spread across Xuan Kong's gloomy face, with an expression that seemed to say "I knew you had a problem".

  Facing the top-notch Wu Jing in the outdoor scene, Meng Qi didn't dare to resist or escape, and could only gather his emotions and follow him, comforting himself that matters related to the Lord of the Six Paths wouldn't be discovered by Tianyan Tong, as for colluding with Zhen Yong and Zhen Chang, he was clear in his conscience and wasn't afraid of divine powers or ultimate skills being used on him!

  Zhen Hui followed stupidly, completely ignoring Wu Jing and only asking Meng Qi.

  The night breeze was slightly cool, Meng Qi walked slowly, his mind gradually settling, excluding fear and panic.

  Just then, the nun in front of him suddenly turned around and looked at him, as if she had sensed a change in his state.

  …………

  On top of the Dahong Hall, Meng Qi saw the legendary "Dragon Tamer" Kong Wen Fangzhang for the first time.

  His face was pale gold, with a long white eyebrow hanging down, his appearance was clear and lean, he wore a string of dark ink Buddha beads on his chest, holding a nine-ring tin cane in his hand, full of the intention to leave the world.

  In the temple, wearing red kasaya, there were few monks that Meng Qi knew, only Bodhi Temple's first seat Wusi, Elder Wuxiang, and his own master Xuan Bei.

  After meeting with Fang Zhang, Wu Jing recounted the whole story in detail, including how he used his divine power to determine that Meng Qi was lying.

  Elder Wú Xiǎng, Elder Wú Dé and other senior monks nodded in agreement, believing in Wú Jìng's words. Even if Bodhidharma himself were to return from nirvana, he wouldn't be able to comprehend the true meaning by casually watching someone demonstrate knife techniques before achieving Buddhahood.

  "Buddha's mercy is vast, saving all sentient beings. If one sincerely repents, they can eliminate their sinful karma." Wu Jing turned her head to look at Meng Qi, her eyes flashing like lightning.

  Meng Qi glanced at his master Xuan Bei, whose face was expressionless. Just as he was about to speak, another elder suddenly walked in.

  "Amitabha, reporting back to Fang Zhang, the corpse was found at the bottom of the cliff, but no copy of 'Yi Jin Jing' was found, nor were any other secret skills manuals discovered. Perhaps they were melted by the poisonous pool."

  "There are toxins everywhere, it's a place where many cultivators of toxic skills like to go, we just let them be, only advising them not to create too much killing karma, and never driving them away." The abbot of the Bodhi Temple, Wusi, said calmly, his eyebrows and beard all fallen off, looking like a withered tree.

  His words, Meng Qi heard clearly, might be some master of poisonous skills who received the "heavenly gift package".

  "Amitabha, Wú Dìng, you take ten elders down to ask those donors." said Fangzhang Kōngwén in a calm tone.

  Wu Ding, the head of Za Wu Yuan, also oversees Ke Guan and miscellaneous affairs.

  Xuankong suddenly spoke up at this time: "Fangzhang, all the elders, it's also possible that the package hasn't fallen off the cliff yet."

  He meant Meng Qi was hiding.

  "Zhen Ding, where did you learn the 'Anan Breaking Knife Method' from?" Wu Jing asked again, with a hint of severity, "Did the 'Yi Jin Jing' really fall down?"

  The fact that he couldn't find a copy of "Yi Jin Jing" made Meng Qi subconsciously break out in cold sweat, could it be that he couldn't shake off the injustice?

  He steadied himself and said in a severe, indifferent or benevolent gaze: "Fangzhang, venerables, the 'Yi Jin Jing' has indeed fallen."

  "Then where did you learn 'Anan's Broken Vow Sword Style'? A monk shouldn't speak deceitfully!" Wu Jing's expression turned even more severe.

  Meng Qi's heart beat faster, unsure whether to persist or come up with another excuse, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his palms.

  Under such pressure, Yu couldn't help but feel tense.

  Just as he was gritting his teeth and preparing to come up with another excuse, he suddenly saw his master Xuan Bei walk out of the elder group and prostrate himself in front of Fangzhang Kongwen.

  "Disciple knows his fault, disciple privately taught Zhen Ding 'Anan Breaking Precepts Knife Method'."