A dark shadow darted out from the woods, giving off a feeling of shrinking into inches. Before Meng Qi could react, it slapped its palm onto Zhen Yong's back.

  This palm was ordinary and unremarkable, as if it had been done casually, making it impossible to discern any skill or technique. But the truth is that the meridians were sealed, hands were tied, and there was no way to make any effective response. Eyes wide open, mouth agape, blood mist sprayed out, soft and collapsed to the ground, face frozen in a stunned expression.

  "Absolutely a master of the Open Enlightenment period!" Meng Qi's pupils contracted, and from the black-robed man's movements, he initially judged this point. At the same time, he drew his sword horizontally, taking on a desperate stance!

  Defense is not enough, only by making this black-robed man understand that he's not easy to deal with, daring to fight for his life, and unable to solve the problem quickly, will he consider retreating due to the other monks summoned by Zhen Hui!

  A figure clad in night attire, with only the nostrils and a pair of eyes exposed, after killing Zhen Yong, took strides without stopping, and without hesitation, rushed towards Meng Qi. His right palm lifted, overturning heaven and earth, his move ancient and simple, yet majestic and solemn, with an aura that seemed to envelop the heavens and the earth.

  Meng Qi only felt that no matter which form he transformed into, no matter which step he took out of "Divine Movement Hundred Changes", he was completely enveloped by the palm wind, unable to avoid or escape!

  What a palm technique!

  Wisdom reaches far and wide, pure and dignified, embracing heaven and earth!

  Meng Qi saw that this was the Buddhist Palm, and when practiced to a deep level, it could evolve into "Buddha's Country in the Palm", suppressing all things. Therefore, although it seemed simple, it could seal off all its own subsequent changes.

  Facing this palm, Meng Qi clearly knew that without the true essence of knife dao, neither his Blood Knife Technique nor his Five Tigers Broken Gate Knife Technique had any chance of breaking through this seal. His "Divine Movement and Hundred Changes" was also lacking in the internal subtlety of law and reason, unable to break out of the heavenly net and earthly web. As for the fourth pass of Golden Bell Shield, it could probably only withstand one more palm!

  The black-clad man slapped out with his palm, without a doubt that he could hit the young monk in front of him who had not yet opened his eyes. This was confidence in his own divine palm, and also confidence in his own martial arts!

  With a handful of Prajna, the mind is certified as Tathagata, crossing the sea of suffering, the other shore is clear and pure!

  Between life and death, how many terrors, yet Meng Qi suddenly narrowed his eyes, a smile spreading across his face, as if savoring the solemnity and clarity brought by this slap.

  Then, a flash of knife light, worldly affairs are like brocade!

  This flash of the knife, like a poem and a painting, entered into the eyes of the man in black. His gaze suddenly became gentle, as if he had thought of that red sleeve fragrance, thought of that soft and delicate language, thought of the midnight when no one was around, knocking on the Buddha's door, yet unable to call back his clear and pure mind.

  Then, his eyes mixed with a few parts of pain, like guilt, like self-blame, but without any regret.

  Cleansing is broken, how can prajna exist? The black-robed man's palm that encompassed the universe returned to being an ordinary palm.

  No! The man in black suddenly woke up from his dream, but a knife was already approaching him!

  His pupils contracted violently, and he had never thought that this seemingly weak young monk could cut out such a stunning knife!

  The light is scattered, and people retreat.

  Meng Qi's left shoulder had an additional deep palm print, and his entire body was covered in a faint golden color, like the cracks on a turtle shell, with a dull luster.

  The black-clad man had a deep wound on his abdomen, and you could almost see his writhing internal organs.

  He covered his abdomen with his left hand, a layer of air diffused, preventing fresh blood from dripping down. His right palm lifted up, as if he was about to attack again.

  Meng Qi sank his shoulders and held his horizontal knife, once again assuming a desperate stance.

  The man in black took a step forward, his body suddenly arched even more fiercely, and after staring deeply at Meng Qi for a moment, he suddenly flipped over and rushed into the forest.

  After seven or eight breaths, the sound of footsteps came from afar.

  "Big brother, are you okay?" Zhen Hui rushed in and saw Zhen Yong lying dead, Meng Qi standing stiffly, so she asked with concern.

  Meng Qi saw many yellow and gray-robed monks behind him, his heart greatly settled, and he said in a low, hoarse voice: "Come over and help me up."

  Almost can't stand anymore!

  The black-clothed man's palm was broken by "Duan Qing Jing", and his momentum and flavor were disrupted, and he also withdrew a lot of strength under the threat of Jian Dao, but after all, it was an attack from a high-ranking master who opened his mind, and he still hit Meng Qi's left shoulder, hitting him almost breaking through the golden bell cover.

  "The perpetrator is by no means a novice, otherwise it wouldn't have been a full-strength palm strike that produced such an effect." Meng Qi judged the black-clad person's strength in his heart.

  He had cultivated the Golden Bell Shield to its fourth stage, relying on it to dissipate most of his palm strength, so he didn't suffer too severe an injury. However, after executing "Duan Qing Jing", he felt a bit drained, as this was a peak-level knife technique from outside the sect - although Meng Qi had only managed to execute it at a level of opening four or five apertures.

  Zhen Hui quickly ran to Meng Qi's side and supported him. One of the monks who followed, an ordinary-looking executive monk, carefully checked the cause of Zhen Yong's death and then came to Meng Qi's front to observe his injuries.

  The rest of the monks then dispersed to search around the nearby area.

  "With a powerful and majestic palm, the killer must be a skilled master from a prestigious sect." The monk nodded slightly, "Unfortunately, this palm was deliberately disguised, making it impossible to discern which school of martial arts it belongs to."

  "Master Shibo, this is a serious matter. I don't know if Zhen Hui has told you clearly or not, but Zhen Yong and that murderer colluded to steal the 'Yi Jin Jing'!" Meng Qi said bluntly.

  The man in black fled, already bright, the enemy is dark, Meng Qi felt that he would be uneasy in his sleep and appetite, so the more serious things are, the more serious they should be said, in order to attract enough attention, so as to find the mastermind behind the scenes as soon as possible.

  As for the "oil paper package" that fell down, let's not mention whether it can withstand the toxic liquid and gas pollution. Just saying that the secret recipe fell down, Shaolin Temple will definitely send someone to search for it - if not, where did the recipe go? Is it hidden somewhere?

  "What? The Yi Jin Jing?" The monk who asked the question was shocked and lost his color, as were the other monks around him who heard Meng Qi's words. They had various expressions on their faces, but they all shared the same shock and incredulity.

  "Yes." Meng Qituo's condition improved a bit, and he recounted the events in detail. The monks who came to rescue him were shocked and amazed, as if evil had descended upon a pure land.

  "This is a serious matter, this is a serious matter. Xuanyuan, quickly go to the Bodhi Institute to report it. Xuanhua, go to the Vinaya Institute." The executive monk in front of Mengqi's face turned pale, and his mind was shaken as he gave orders. This was probably the first time since the temple was established that someone had truly stolen one of the town's treasures.

  After the two yellow-robed monks left, he looked at Meng Qi and said: "Two fellow disciples, this is a serious matter, please forgive me, I need to search your bodies now."

  They were afraid that they would conspire against them and fabricate the story of rolling down the mountain, but instead hid a copy of "Yi Jin Jing".

  Meng Qi naturally had to show his innocence, lest he be suspected. Anyway, there was nothing on him that he feared being discovered - the manuals for practicing Golden Bell Shield, Blood Knife Technique and Divine Movement Hundred Changes were all hidden in the meditation room.

  "Disciple understands, however, Master Shu, please dispatch someone to search the monks as soon as possible. If they can move freely within the temple, it must be a Shaolin disciple, and the disciple is certain that he used Buddhist divine power." Meng Qi's top priority was to catch the murderer, so he urged, "The disciple's knife cut into his abdomen, the wound is extremely deep, and it will be difficult to heal in a short period of time. Please ask Master Shu to have someone inspect the abdomen of each monk."

  "Things are urgent, we must prevent him from taking advantage of the chaos and stabbing other monks in the abdomen, confusing the truth."

  "You, you cut him in the abdomen?" The monk asked back in astonishment, not daring to believe that a little novice who had been apprenticed for less than a year and was definitely still unenlightened could hurt an enlightened master.

  Just now, Meng Qi described the battle and concealed his own difficulties with the Arhat Breaking Knife Method, speaking vaguely. The surrounding monks all thought that the black-clothed person was scared off by his desperate intention and their arrival, but unexpectedly, he actually injured an expert in the Open Enlightenment period!

  "Master Shu, what a coincidence. Please search and inspect first." Meng Qi didn't elaborate, then added another sentence: "Master Shu, I believe that black-clad person is the monk from the nearby temple. He must have heard Zhen Hui's shout and taken advantage of his familiarity with the terrain to rush here and silence him. Otherwise, if he had been hiding nearby all along, how would Zhen Hui have had a chance to send a message?"

  "But he was wearing a night-traveling outfit, and we arrived very quickly..." The executive monk was somewhat skeptical. If you add the time it takes to change clothes, the advantage of being familiar with the terrain would be offset, and the murderer wouldn't have had the opportunity to commit the crime and escape.

  "Meng Qi guessed: 'Maybe he is wearing his night clothes and exchanging secret books with Zhen Yong tonight, and when he returns, he hasn't had time to change... Master Shu, when searching and checking, also take a look at who didn't come from the nearby courtyards!'"

  The more he said, the more reasonable it seemed.

  "Amitabha Buddha, let's just do as he says." At this time, an old monk wearing a red kasaya walked in.

  The monk hastily put his palms together: "I've seen Master Wude, I'll do it right away."

  The old monk nodded slightly, indicating that there was no need for excessive courtesy. He then looked at Meng Qi and Zhen Hui, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I have wronged you."

  He stretched out his right hand and grasped the air, and Meng Qi and Zhen Hui's cassocks suddenly puffed up, as if a gentle breeze was blowing against their bodies.

  "Zhen Hui, take me back through the path you just took to deliver the message." Wu De withdrew his right hand, confirming that Meng Qi and Zhen Hui did not have any secret manuals on them.

  Let Zhenhui lead the way, what I'm afraid of is that the message just now was their excuse for hiding the secret book in the chaos.

  Zhen Hui looked at Meng Qi with a sincere and honest expression, worried that if he left, his senior brother would fall.

  Meng Qi smiled at him and moved his hands and feet, indicating that he had recovered a lot of energy. Only then did he leave the cliff with Wu De.

  The rest of the monks began to search every place between the cliffs and the woods, also stretching their hands out of the cliff, feeling for crevices on the steep wall, not letting go of any place.

  After a while, Wu De brought Zhen Hui back and asked Meng Qi about his feelings when the murderer made a move.

  Meng Qi spoke out his feelings truthfully, and the more he listened, the deeper his frown became. He muttered to himself: "Similar palm techniques are indeed rare..."

  At this time, the monk who had left earlier also walked back, followed by Meng Qi and Zhen Hui's master Xuan Bei, as well as Meng Qi's familiar martial monk Jiaoye Shangren Zhen Miao.

  The extremely subtle expression was very strange, with anger, sadness, doubt, shock, and incredulity all present. The attending monk was also similar, only Xuan Bei's face showed no fluctuations.

  "Wu De Shu, just now when searching the courtyard, my fellow disciples and I found Zhen Chang dead in his meditation room, with a clear wound on his abdomen, leaving behind only a letter." As the monk reported and handed over the letter, he gave Meng Qi a deep look, shocked that he was able to harm this generation's strongest disciple, Zhen Chang!

  Zhen Chang? Master Brother? Meng Qi was extremely shocked and didn't dare to believe that a monk who had a bright future ahead of him would do such a thing with Zhen Yong!

  And is it suicide?