Clang, clang, clang. Upon hearing this sound, the winged child holding onto the iron railing muttered to himself in astonishment: "How could it suddenly fall apart? Is the human heart really that fragile? Can't even handle a pleasant conversation..."

  Such a sound occurs when both the Golden Bell Shield is broken and the Broken Effort, the only difference being that the former's dark gold color becomes brighter and the latter gradually fades until it disappears.

  Because the winged child clearly knew that Meng Qi had only practiced the third pass yesterday, he didn't think about breaking through at all, and subconsciously thought that he couldn't bear the torture, and was too proud to stop, thus losing his chance.

  Before he had even finished speaking, a dark golden figure suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed him off guard.

  He struggled desperately, but under the suppression of the prison cell, only one-tenth of his strength was exerted, and his demon power was completely sealed. In the end, he failed to break free from Meng Qi's palm and was tightly tied to the iron railing with his waistband.

  "Let me go! Don't you know to respect the elderly?" Vertical Wing shouted loudly, but suddenly his eyes fixed on something and he saw that Meng Qi had an extra piece of strange white "cloth" in his hand. "What, what is this?"

  Meng Qi unexpectedly mastered the fourth level of Golden Bell Shield in one day, and also caught this trash talker off guard. Feeling exhilarated, he said with a hint of pride: "My socks! Use them to shut your mouth!"

  "No, no, uh-uh..." The Winged Child shook its head in agony, but Meng Qi stuffed its mouth full nonetheless.

  What a relief, this world is finally at peace... Meng Qi closed his eyes and savored the hard-won tranquility, what a wonderful feeling!

  He sat down cross-legged again, the cold and heat that had been scattered could no longer bring him the same torment as before, a little pain only reminded him that the red dust was bitter, the sky and earth were like a furnace.

  "Unexpectedly, the 'Anan Breaking Precept Knife Method' not only can cut people, but also can be strangely used on oneself, and is very compatible with the cultivation of Jinzhongzhang." Meng Qi thought about his own breakthrough that day, and his understanding of "Anan Breaking Precept Knife Method" deepened again. What was broken was the precept, what was tempered was the heart.

  "Uh, it seems that the Buddhist magic skills emphasize Zen mind and sudden enlightenment. If one can enlighten their mind and understand the true meaning, then the cultivation will have an unbelievable effect, to the point of being able to travel a thousand miles in a single day. If one cannot achieve sudden enlightenment, and their Zen mind is clouded, then they must take it one step at a time, grinding themselves down bit by bit."

  Through this matter, Meng Qi had a new understanding of enlightenment in Buddhism.

  "It's not just about speaking with one's mouth, but rather it requires a unity of body and mind, truly understanding the principle, and being able to put it into practice in the future with solid steps, only then can it be called enlightenment."

  "Next, I'll quickly rely on 'Lingzhi Supplement Qi Pill' to accumulate energy and then try to condense the relevant acupoints of the eyes..." Meng Qishang thought about his next plan.

  It was an unexpected joy to successfully break through the fourth level of Jin Zhongzhao before the reincarnation task began, but this does not mean that one can relax and slack off. The fourth level is only a symbol of the completion of Qi accumulation, and one still lacks the accumulation of true energy, which needs to be quickly converted and absorbed. However, the environment here is harsh, and Mengqi worries that the "Lingzhi Qiwan" will lose its efficacy due to this, so he did not bring it with him.

  Huohu glanced at Mengqi, slowly turned around, and turned his back to him, while the cold air from Hanlin's breathing became even colder.

  Meng Qi didn't mind now, while running the fourth stage of his heart method to solidify his foundation, he was also pondering the knife intent he had further grasped earlier and the changes in the moves that his master had demonstrated yesterday.

  At this time, the quiet environment around him became a guarantee for his calm thinking and contemplation, so that he would not be distracted, nor would he be restless.

  "It was indeed a wise decision to shut that ugly bird's mouth, how refreshing!" Meng Qi thought to himself, his mind replaying the "Duan Qing Jing" move once again, gradually becoming one with it, and suddenly feeling detached from the world.

  Just as he slowly grasped the changing knife moves, a sudden loud and unpleasant noise rang out:

  "Haha, did you think that stuffing our mouths would make us speechless? Naive! Foolish!"

  "We are Kunpeng, what can't we swallow? Stuffing things into our mouths isn't seeking death?"

  The rare tranquility was broken, the thoughts in quiet contemplation were interrupted, and the state of forgetting both objects and self disappeared!

  In the face of this renewed commotion and din, Meng Qi did not feel a bit flustered, but instead suddenly looked up at Fei Yu, with an epiphanic feeling.

  The tranquility is broken... shattered tranquility... it's this kind of feeling after all...

  He narrowed his eyes, feet unmoving, body unwavering, right hand's four fingers formed a knife, following the changes he had sensed and pondered earlier, mysteriously and profoundly slashing out.

  Suddenly, a gust of wind arose on the path, as if a whirlwind of red dust was rolling in.

  The swallow's child bit off the waistband with its beak, saying it was just opening up happily, but suddenly felt inexplicable heartache, as if it were the first time trying to fly and failing, being ridiculed by the sparrows next to it.

  In a fit of rage and unbearable hatred, his spirit was momentarily stunned, then he saw his palm stop in the distance.

  It shuddered and retreated to the corner, covering its head with its two wings, as if intimidated by the "Duan Qing Jing" knife intent.

  In the cell behind Meng Qi, Huo Ju flapped its wings a few times and flew directly to the corner. Han Gui silently moved many steps in the direction away from Meng Qi.

  Meng Qi didn't notice their movements at all, but was immersed in the state of mind after one knife cut out, thinking about his family, being a guest in a foreign land, and the pressure of life and death, all sorts of troubles surged up, clearer than ever before.

  "Cut off troubles", cut off others' troubles, and also cut off one's own troubles!

  It wasn't until a while later that Meng Qi overcame these emotions, gathered his thoughts, and felt like he had been soaked to the bone, no less than having gone through a fierce battle, then being half-dried and half-frozen into ice shards.

  "Every knife is tempered with a strong heart, this is the 'Anan Breaking Precept Knife Method'..." Meng Qi let out a breath, if not for directly obtaining the true intention inheritance, he would have to go through countless hardships and difficulties to comprehend the knife's intent and prove the true meaning of the knife method. No wonder that only a few monks in Shaolin who had inherited the secret scriptures could truly master the "Anan Breaking Precept Knife Method".

  Of course, Meng Qi was well aware that he had only grasped a little of the true meaning of "Anan's Broken Vow Knife Method", and there was still a distance of 108,000 miles to master it.

  "I wonder what other profound and mysterious moves lie ahead..." Meng Qi's mind wandered, thinking about the four sword styles "Falling Red Dust", "Accumulating Karma", "Summoning External Demons" and "Sticking to Cause and Effect" that he still hadn't grasped.

  After thinking for a while, he withdrew his thoughts and continued to cultivate the Golden Bell Cover without any slack. However, after completing the fourth pass, he could already open his eyes freely and interrupt at any time.

  In the midst of his focused cultivation, Meng Qi suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps, and cautiously stopped his practice to look around.

  Only Xuan Ku saw this Vinaya monk and another monk he knew, walking over with two men in wide robes.

  That monk was tall and slender, with a handsome appearance, having a somewhat weak and refined air, just like Tang Monk in person, and it was indeed the "Big Master Brother" Zhenchang who had passed through Tongren Alley two months ago.

  "Back so soon from your cloud wandering?" Meng Qi found it a bit strange, but also understandable. After all, it was his first time down the mountain. There were many unfamiliar things and discomforts, so he probably just wandered around nearby before returning to the mountain to digest and consolidate his gains. It wasn't until the second cloud wandering that he truly entered the Jianghu in the real sense.

  Xuan Ku and Zhen Chang led the two men, one with a long beard, a refined middle-aged man, he had his hands behind his back, with an air of elegance, one was a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, slightly childish, as if he had just come of age, and his outline was quite similar to that of the middle-aged man in front.

  "Looks like a young master from a noble family..." Meng Qi judged from the other's attire, accessories, and temperament. Although there were not many young masters from wealthy families who were not arrogant, at least they all attached great importance to their appearance and image, and their external temperament was rarely poor.

  The four men's goal was the gate to the second layer of the underground, and they didn't pay much attention to Meng Qi. As they quickly passed by him, the elegant middle-aged man took a glance at him with great interest and said to Xuan Ku and Zhen Chang, "Is this little master using the environment here to cultivate the Golden Bell Cover or the Indestructible Diamond Skill?"

  It was only during the initial enlightenment period that the mysterious and true energy was disturbed by various auras and dispersed energies, at which point he saw Meng Qi in the shadows and let out a soft "hmm". Previously, it was rare for disciples to use this environment to cultivate, after all, not everyone had an iron shirt as their foundation.

  To know that as an external martial art, Iron Shirt mainly relies on external pounding and training. If you want to achieve small success, it takes at least three years. Of course, there is also a quick way to do it, but then the Iron Shirt can no longer be improved. They all thought Meng Qi was this kind of person, anyway he would not take Iron Shirt as his main martial art in the future.

  Seeing Meng Qi half-dry and half-frosty, Xuan Ku was taken aback for a moment before nodding slowly, seemingly approving, clearly not expecting Meng Qi to be able to endure the hardships here.

  Zhen Chang never got distracted, after seeing Meng Qi's state, he smiled at the guest and said: "Cui Shi Zhu, it is indeed so."

  "A young age can endure such torture, not bad, not bad, I wonder which high monk's door is it?" The middle-aged man chuckled and said. The young man behind him, who was probably newly tonsured, also looked at Meng Qi with great interest when he heard the words, after all, a small Sha monk compared to the Huo Jiao, Han Gui and other demons behind him was quite a contrast.

  This isn't a visit to the zoo! Meng Qi simply closed his eyes and ignored them.

  Zhen Chang furrowed his brow, still smiling as he said: "You must be a new junior fellow disciple. I've been traveling in the mountains for some time and don't know which elder's door you're under."

  "He is the disciple of Xuan Bei's junior brother." Xuan Ku withdrew his gaze.

  Xuan Bei's martial arts skills were extremely high, and he was also a respected elder, but in the end, he left halfway and became a monk. Xuan Ku could even call him "younger brother".

  "Xuan Bei Shen Seng..." The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully and didn't ask Meng Qi's Buddhist name, slowly passing by.

  The young man he brought with him was instead enthusiastically continuing to examine the Huo and Han Gui, looking very curious, as if wanting to touch them.

  "Dad, I didn't expect Shaolin to have suppressed so many monsters, and they're all in their true forms." His family had monster servants, but they were all tame, and apart from fighting, you couldn't tell they were monsters.

  When they turned the corner, Meng Qi finally opened his eyes, silently scolding, who likes to be watched by others when cultivating? How rude!

  At this time, a voice came from afar in the quiet prison cell.

  "The Abbot's orders are clear: let the people of Pingtzu village take away their runaway monster." This elegant tone belonged to Zhen Chang.

  "Amitabha Buddha, the token is correct, please enter." A hoarse voice replied, presumably from the elder guarding the entrance of the second layer.

  Pyungjoon Choi's family? Munggi muttered to himself again, so this is the person from Pyungjoon Choi's family!

  The Pingjin Cui family, the most powerful family in Great Jin, especially after the family head "Purple Energy" Cui Qinghe obtained the "Purple Yang Body", even more so that the imperial court was suffocated.

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