Yellow walls and black tiles, the sound of chanting Buddha's name, the halls are clean and pure, far away from the worldly dust.

  Meng Qi's monk robe, socks and shoes were all spotless, as if he had just taken a bath. He leisurely enjoyed this rare tranquility while following Duan Xiangfei into the temple to find the reception monk.

  "Do you want to ask about Master Yuan Meng?" The reception monk was a young and articulate monk who knew the abbots of the past few generations.

  "Yes, in my youth, I received a protective amulet from Master Yuanmeng, which had many wondrous effects. Now that I'm old and returning to my hometown, I'd like to pay my respects to Master Yuanmeng and offer some incense oil to the temple." Duan Xiangfei said with a sigh, who hasn't had their youthful prime? But time is unforgiving, feeling one's muscles gradually weaken and wrinkle, seeing one's skin dry and yellow, no one isn't afraid. Therefore, longevity and eternal vision are the dreams that never fade from generation to generation.

  "Are you Mr. Duan Xiang or Mr. Duan Shi?"

  "Ah, Master Fa knows me?" Duan Xiang was extremely surprised, this was something that happened decades ago. Meng Qi also looked shocked, but the matter of Little Jade Buddha was strange to begin with, so this level of shock was to be expected.

  The monk smiled and said: "Because before Master Yuan Mung passed away, he left a letter saying that if Mr. Duan brought someone with him, he would give this letter to you, ah, to the person who gave you the protective amulet."

  Could Yuanmeng Master have such foresight? Mengqi was shocked once again, and felt that the case of Xiaoyu Buddha was even more mysterious and obscure, absolutely hiding a great secret.

  Duan Xiang didn't speak for half a day, seemingly not believing that the ordinary-looking Yuan Miao Master would be so mysterious. It wasn't until the guest monk smiled and invited him in that he finally sighed: "I don't know where the letter is."

  "In the Scripture Library, I also invite Master Fa and Donor Duan to go together." Because Meng Qi was dressed as a monk, the guest monk addressed him as Master Fa.

  The Bodhi tree was lush and green, its leaves rustling in the clear air. Meng Qi walked along, asking the monk who received guests about Master Yuan Miao.

  The monk did not hide anything and said straightforwardly: "Master Yuangong was an orphan, picked up in the temple, and was not outstanding when he was young. It can be said that he was muddle-headed, but around the age of thirty, he suddenly seemed to have awakened. He sat on the ground in the scripture hall for ten years, reading Buddhist scriptures, understanding Zen, and later became the abbot of our humble temple because of his profound Buddhist teachings. When he passed away, golden lotus flowers and lanterns appeared, and the sound of chanting floated down, with eight treasures falling from heaven."

  "After his death, he did not leave behind any relics, but the high monks in the temple all said that he had attained the state of an Arhat."

  It sounds like the usual "eulogy" of a high monk, Meng Qi often saw Jin Lian Chan Yin and others by his master's side, and didn't think it was strange to have such a strange phenomenon when the high monk passed away.

  While thinking, Master Guest had already led Meng Qi into the Scripture Pavilion and told them to wait on the first floor while he went upstairs to retrieve the letter.

  After a moment, the reception monk brought down an old letter and handed it directly to Meng Qi.

  Meng Qi thanked him and carefully opened it.

  This is a yellowed paper with dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, with only a few words:

  "Where is Mount Ling?"

  Ling Shan where to find... Meng Qi repeated again, bewildered and couldn't make sense of it. What did Master Yuan Meng mean by this, and what was the connection with Little Jade Buddha?

  Duan Xiangfei also saw the content of the letter and was even more puzzled.

  Meng Qi gathered his thoughts and joined his palms: "Amitabha, Master Guest, may I ask if this humble monk can stay for a short period of time?"

  He intended to explore Master Yuanmeng's "footprints" to see if there were any other gains, in order to understand the true meaning of this statement.

  There was a piece of incense money added, and the guest monk knew that it was not impossible. He arranged for Meng Qi and Duan Xiangfei, as well as Duan Mingcheng and others to stay.

  …………

  After a period of time, Meng Qi seized the opportunity to condense the ear aperture and other apertures, and constantly recalled the sound of the divine thunder that day in his quiet mind.

  This sound is majestic and vast, piercing to the heart, with the ability to cleanse the ears, although it's just relying on memory to recall, it's hard to get the true essence, but it also makes Meng Qi's ears gradually feel relaxed.

  Moreover, Che Wanxiu comes to spar with Meng Qi every day. He gradually transitions from needing to use Lu Hongchen's techniques to win, to his own knife skills being integrated into one, making it difficult to distinguish between them and the Lu Xue Knife. His progress in knife skills is indeed significant. At the same time, this progress also involves tempering. Adding to that, Meng Qi has a growing sense of awareness from sparring with Duan Xiangyi on a spiritual and technical level.

  But still somehow lacking, hard to have a refreshing feeling that opens up one's ears.

  That day, Meng Qi finished practicing the Golden Bell Shield, Phantom Shape Great Method and Easy Tendon Forge Bone Chapter, and was about to ponder the "Yan Luo Letter", looking for someone to spar with, when suddenly Duan Xiang came in, beaming with joy.

  "Old Duan, what's the good news?" Meng Qi teased.

  Duan Xiang said with a smile: "Master Fa, you weren't going to test the skills of the Sect Master, but another Sect Master has come knocking on your door."

  The battle between Zhen Ding Fashi and "Luo Xue Dao" Che Wenxiu is spreading at an unbelievable speed in the Jianghu, shocking and exciting everyone. As for the sect masters, if they want to take it a step further on the hundred-foot pole, fighting against this kind of transcendent expert who breaks the boundaries between humans and gods is one of the few options. Therefore, as long as their hearts are not dead, they will definitely come!

  It was expected that Meng Qi would wait calmly at Changhua Temple, rather than running around and wasting time.

  "Which master is it?" Meng Qi asked with a smile.

  Duan Xiang's smile was like that of an old fox: "Old friend, Luo Qing. Bei Ku and the monk are too far away to arrive in time, Wu Cai Sha is in a distant place, it takes two months for news to pass through, Gai Yuan has been missing for two years, so only he can make it."

  Bai Yi Jian Shen Luo Qing... Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully, just in time to try out his sword skills again. However, mentioning Luo Qing made him think of something: "Old Duan, shouldn't the treasure of Xue Shen Palace have been taken away by you already?"

  Duan Xiang's old face turned red with embarrassment: "There are two copies of the treasure map. One copy was cut into four pieces and given to the Four Great Protectors, while the other is hidden with the Palace Master's son, which is in my hands. After I can protect myself with martial arts, I will reveal the treasure, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy to become a Sect Master and re-establish the Snow God Palace in secret."

  This is as it should be, who would give the treasure map to the four great protectors and not to the palace master's legitimate heir? Unless it was an insurance move... Meng Qi didn't have much greed for that treasure either, patted his monk's robe, held the Red Sun Evil-Quelling Knife, stepped out of the meditation room door, and turned into the courtyard next door.

  In the courtyard, Luo Qing stood under the Bodhi tree, her white clothes were as white as snow, her long sword was cold and stern, her eyebrows were like a wandering dragon, her nose was like a hanging gallbladder, truly a good appearance.

  "Others all say your knife method is divine, I only believe half of it." Luo Qing said briefly. He had fought with Meng Qi before and knew his level of skill at that time. He also knew that he had a knife method called "Tong Shen", but it was not "knife method Tong Shen" - the same two words in a different order have completely different meanings.

  When facing him in the past, Meng Qi was at a disadvantage and could only rely on "Duan Qing Jing" - the violent rain pear flower needle couldn't lock down Luo Qing. But now, with his knife skills greatly improved, he has almost mastered what he learned, although he still can't comprehend the sword like Jiang Zhiwei, creating new moves. He's about to reach Zhang Yuanshan's current level of skill. So, facing Luo Qing again, he's calm and composed, smiling as he says: "I hope that after this battle, you'll believe in the other half."

  He didn't draw his sword and waited for Luo Qing to make the first move.

  Luo Qing didn't mince words either, his long sword thrust forward in a swift motion.

  In an instant, the brilliant sunlight seemed to be absorbed by the sword, and the entire courtyard was dark except for the long sword which shone with a faint light.

  The sword light is vast and overwhelming, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, extremely frightening.

  Meng Qi was no longer as panicked as before, his eyes shining brightly, with a hint of golden light seeping out, his eyebrows arched and his spirit scattered. As a result, the mysterious scene in front of him disappeared, and the long sword that had been suspended in mid-air came slashing down diagonally. However, Luo Qing himself was nowhere to be found.

  However, Meng Qi vaguely sensed the two locations where Luo Qing was likely to be. The knife light unfolded and rolled forward, covering both positions under the knife light.

  Ding ding dang dang, the sound of clashing swords continued unabated. Meng Qi and Luo Qing fought faster and faster, sending all the Bodhi tree leaves in the courtyard swirling into the air.

  Che Wanxiu came over early to ask for advice, and at this time stood beside Duan Xiangfei, witnessing the battle, and whispered: "Even if he didn't use that divine knife technique, Zhen Ding's knife skills are not inferior to ours."

  "When I see Master Zhen Ding, it feels like I've lived a few decades longer." Duan Xiangfei said with a self-deprecating smile.

  Meng Qi's knife technique was executed with precision, feeling refreshing all over his body, wanting to let out a long whistle. This time, taking advantage of the momentum, "Luò Hóng Chén" (Falling Red Dust) emerged!

  The pinnacle of martial arts, the thrill of battle, the ultimate in life, all merged into the flash of a sword, as if under scrutiny from the boundary between man and god!

  This sword made Duan Xiangyu and Che Wenyu's spirits daze, unable to hold themselves up. Which grandmaster has not ascended to the pinnacle, vanquishing all the world's heroes?

  With a clang, the sword was sheathed and the blade fell. Luo Qing stood still, lost in thought, having been defeated by Zhen Ding Fashi's overwhelming victory.

  Meng Qi hung the Red Sun Town's evil knife at his waist, clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha Buddha, Luo Shi Zhu, I have been pondering swordsmanship recently, may I exchange a few words with you?"

  He didn't use his Mortal End technique, so for now he only had the power of one slash, and thus decided to study sword techniques.

  Luo Qing's expression turned cold and he said indifferently: "As you wish."

  As losers, there is no right to choose.

  Time flies quickly, Meng Qi's hard training and sparring with Duan Xiangfei, Che Wanyu, and Luo Qing have truly made his knife skills "enter the door", and he has mastered the "Luohongchen" to a certain extent. Although it is still not as good as Du Qingjing's, it is an absolute killing move. His ears are also becoming more sensitive, as if waiting for an opportunity to open up on their own.

  The primordial energy and vitality are hidden, because the eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and seven orifices are open. At the time of the creation of heaven and earth, they will naturally open up. Meng Qi did not rashly cultivate, lest it affect the opening of the orifices.

  Jin Zhongzhao and Huan Xing's progress was not significant, but his swordsmanship made rapid progress under Luo Qing's guidance. He had grasped the changes of "Yan Luo Tie" and only needed to practice in actual combat. The "Dugu Jiu Jian" also had a faint sense of entry, lacking only one step at the door.

  "There are still seven days left, first try the 'Yan Luo Tie', if it's due and hasn't opened his ears yet, take the 'Tian Shi Di Ting Wan'." On this day, Meng Qi finished his homework and casually flipped through "Dugu Jiujian", thinking about his own arrangements.

  After a while, he put away the secret book and looked around at Duan Xiangfei, Che Wanxiu, Luo Qing, and Duan Mingcheng who were waiting beside him. Suddenly, he smiled: "Everyone, are you willing to listen? What is still lacking for you to break through the limits of human and divine realms?"

  Having accompanied you for over a month, I should get some payback, but it's all because of cause and effect.

  "Ah?" Even the cunning and sinister Duan Xiangfei, and the cold-faced and cold-mouthed Luo Qing, at this moment looked at Meng Qi with an expression of surprise and joy, and hidden excitement, just like Che Wanyu and Duan Mingcheng.