The demonic aura that seemed to make the entire Tianhaiyuan tremble could only interfere with Meng Qi and others' minds, unable to truly invade "Zhicai Tianya". Moreover, it seemed to have some scruples, fearing that if it acted without restraint, it would gain a reputation for bullying the weak, and invite the attention of the high monks of Lankay Temple.

  The latter point is Meng Qi's speculation, because a powerful demon clan that can occupy a "Shangri-La" should have its own tribal divine weapon, just like the Arhat Knife of Shaolin and the Behead Me Sword of Xianjian Pavilion.

  However, since the other party did not know what to consider and did not invite the town's divine soldiers, Meng Qi naturally would not ask more questions, causing trouble for no reason. He supported Gu Changqing and Zhen Hui, walking steadily behind Hong Neng, along the river, towards the light blue and transparent lake.

  The lake is located on the plateau, and the big river rushes up against the law of nature. When Meng Qi and Hong Nang reached the edge of the plateau, the sky suddenly became bright, and it turned out that the giant white fox had disappeared, and a Buddhist temple appeared mysteriously on the plateau, simple and unadorned, with the sound of bells echoing far away, solemn and majestic.

  A mountain path from the temple down, winding its way to Meng Qi and others, as if waiting for several people to climb up.

  Hong Nang took a light breath, slowly knelt down, prostrated himself on the ground, knocked his head heavily, and recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

  "Hong Neng Shixiong?" Meng Qi asked in puzzlement.

  The white fox disappeared, and Gu Changqing and Zhenhui also gradually recovered normally, looking at Hong Nang with the same confusion.

  Hong Nang smiled calmly: "When I was a young monk entering the temple, I once said that every time I encountered a Buddhist temple, I would take three steps and knock on it, sincerely worshiping Buddha."

  "But isn't this an illusion?" Meng Qi said with a frown.

  Hong Nang shook his head and smiled: "The temple is in my heart, not elsewhere. Since I 'see' it, that's the real temple."

  "Hmm..." Meng Qi seemed to understand yet not understand.

  Hong Neng glanced at Meng Qi: "Shaolin is a Zen sect, isn't it always said that the Buddha nature is directly pointed out? Although this does not conform to the way of our humble temple, I also deeply feel that it makes sense. The Buddha is not on this shore, nor on the other shore, nor in the middle of the stream; outside the mind, there is no Buddha."

  Meng Qi nodded slightly, recalling the Confucianism Yangming school of thought that there is nothing outside of one's heart, and had no more doubts about Hong Nang's choice.

  Right!

  The bell's sound was distant, Hong Nang knelt down devoutly, three steps and one knock, slowly moving forward. Meng Qi had never made such a vow, nor did he have a true heart to worship Buddha, so he simply followed quietly behind, enjoying the sacred peace brought by this situation.

  This feeling does not come from all the Buddhas in the sky, nor from the chanting of Buddha's name, but from a sincere and devoted kowtow.

  The mountain road was very long, but Hong Neng didn't feel the slightest bit impatient. As he walked, Meng Qi suddenly started practicing his Golden Bell Shield. It wasn't that he had a competitive heart, but rather because he was bored and started cultivating to quickly complete the fifth level. Only by completing the fifth level could he start cultivating the sixth level and condense the nasal orifices, otherwise, he would stagnate.

  During the enlightenment period, the fifth pass of Jin Zhong corresponds to the eyes and ears, the sixth pass corresponds to the nose and mouth, the seventh pass is the cultivation of the anterior and posterior yin, allowing the inner heaven and earth to circulate on their own, and the eighth pass condenses and refines the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows, opening the mysterious gate of life and death, where the inside and outside converge, including the half-step external scene and the true breakthrough.

  After walking for a long time, Meng Qi suddenly looked puzzled and asked Gu Changqing and Zhen Hui, "Do you feel that the cultivation here is particularly fast? Just now, one hour was almost equivalent to my one day of cultivation."

  "Really?" Gu Changqing was immersed in the solemn and reverent atmosphere, without attempting to cultivate, and was quite shocked at this moment. He hurriedly tried it out, and after a moment, he exclaimed in surprise, "Yes! This is indeed a sacred place for cultivation!"

  "Hmm, little mouse is digging especially fast." Zhen Hui nodded heavily, with a self-satisfied look.

  Hong devotedly worshipped Buddha with undivided attention and completely ignored their conversation.

  After confirming his own speculation, Meng Qi was both surprised and delighted, and he quickly began to cultivate, anyway, it was just unconscious walking, no need to fight.

  After about a day, the dark golden light on Meng Qi's body became brighter and brighter, with a popping sound like stir-frying beans, indicating the changes in his body.

  In the end, the dark gold almost converged into a dazzling beam of light that enveloped Meng Qi's entire body, making him look like an arhat shrouded in Buddha's light.

  The light gradually converged, Meng Qi opened his eyes and understood that the fifth level of Jin Zhong's shield had been completed. Moreover, due to the refinement of the divine thunder's essence into his body, the true intent of Arhat's broken precept knife method was in harmony with the Buddhist doctrine, so it was sealed as a first-class technique. Not only did the chest and mouth shields disappear, but also the back heart shield condensed into one, no longer a weak point.

  Up to now, Meng Qi only had the innate nine orifices and the thirteen acupoints of Dan Tian, Tai Yang Xue, Mei Xin, and Hou Long. They would disappear one by one as the Jin Zhong Zhao was elevated, but before attaining the Fa Shen, there would always be an acupoint that could not be refined away no matter what.

  "A day's work is worth a month of hard study." Meng Qi chuckled and said, although his fifth pass was originally close to perfection, he would have needed at least a month or so of hard study, but unexpectedly Tian Haiyuan's difficulties had helped himself.

  Hong Nai had already reached the temple and was about to enter to worship Buddha when suddenly, the plateau, lake, and temple all began to ripple like water, then vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

  Meng Qi looked around in a daze, seeing only the deep canyons, desolate gravel, and complex terrain. The magnificent mountains and rivers, as well as the highlands and seas he had experienced before seemed like just a dream.

  "Huang Liang's dream..." Meng Qi sighed softly.

  Hong Neng smiled and said: "The demonic patrons of Tianhaiyuan have already given up, I'll just send you to the Greedy Khan Oasis."

  At this time, they had already gone deep into the desert and were only one or two hours' journey away from the oasis.

  "Hehe, thanks to Brother Hongneng's 'Inch Heaven' being extremely mysterious, the demon tribe knew it was difficult and retreated." Meng Qi sincerely thanked.

  Hong Neng joined his palms together, not showing a hint of pride: "Amitabha Buddha, it's also because they had good intentions in their hearts and gave up ahead of time. Otherwise, this poor monk would have had to persist for another half day, truly unsure if he could succeed."

  Gu Changqing and Zhenhui also thanked Hong Nang, and when they arrived at Tanhan Oasis, going south was Xialing, and returning east was Liusha Village. With caution, they could shake off the pursuit of the horse bandits.

  Hong Nang suddenly thought of something and said, "In the mountains, one day is like a thousand years in the world. Although Tianhaiyuan may not reach this level, it has similar effects. Zhen Ding Shidi, don't underestimate the passage of time."

  "A day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world?" Meng Qi was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized, "No wonder practicing for a day in Tianhaiyuan has the effect of a month, it turns out that almost a month has really passed outside."

  A month has passed and Shaolin's reinforcements should have arrived long ago, it can't be said that they saved the master, went to the Diamond Temple, searched for the two of them in vain and returned.

  Of course, this is a good thing for oneself, no need to be "caught back" to Shaolin, and after being missing for a month, the horse bandits will probably think that they have already returned to the Central Plains, and there won't be any more relentless pursuit. At that time, as long as you send your little brother to the foot of Mount Shaolin, you can return to the sea, haha!

  Thinking of this, Meng Qi couldn't help but smile all over his face.

  Before long, the four arrived at the oasis and entered the market. Since they had changed their attire in Fish Sea, and the number of people was not right, nor was the time, Meng Qi was not afraid of being discovered, so he invited Hong Nang to have dinner at a guest house.

  Hong Nang smiled and shook his head: "Amitabha, fate comes and goes, I still have a great wish that has not been fulfilled, let's part ways for now."

  "Amitabha Buddha, Brother Hongnang, if you need any help in the future, just instruct your junior brother."

  "If fate permits, we shall meet again." Hong Neng looked at the three of them, smiled and nodded, then turned around and left with a carefree air.

  "Lan Ke Temple is really mysterious." Gu Changqing sighed.

  Meng Qi nodded slightly and immediately smiled, looking at the inn: "It's been 'a month' since I haven't eaten meat, I really can't wait!"

  The true feeling only lasts for a day... Gu Changqing's mouth twitched slightly.

  "Senior brother, you've already opened up, according to the precepts, you shouldn't be eating meat anymore." Zhen Hui said seriously to Meng Qi.

  Meng Qi's expression froze on his face, inch by inch collapsing, he completely lacked the self-awareness of a Shaolin disciple.

  Coughing several times, Meng Qi said seriously to Zhen Hui: "Young Master, only by returning to Shaolin and leaving a record in the Miscellaneous Goods Department and the Disciplinary Department can you truly set foot on the path of enlightenment and begin to follow the precepts of the enlightenment period."

  "Really?" Zhen Hui rubbed his head in a daze.

  "Yes." Meng Qi's face showed an expression of quick belief in me.

  "Alright." Zhen Hui said with delight, "Then let's go eat meat quickly!"

  Meng Qi put on a smile and walked into the inn, choosing a place that was convenient to escape into the backyard and relatively quiet. He ordered some roasted lamb legs and other dishes.

  Then he slightly tilted his head and moved his ears lightly, listening to the conversations of other guests to make up for the blank space of this month.

  Gu Changqing was the same, although he didn't open his ears, but many people were talking loudly, and the whole inn could hear it. Only Zhen Hui stared at the direction of the kitchen, waiting for food.

  "I heard that Kim Jong Temple has softened?"

  "Of course, Lun Kong Fa Wang, who was in charge of foreign affairs, took his own life. His body was sent to the three divine monks of Shaolin Temple, saying that Lun Kong Fa Wang was greedy for Shaolin's ultimate skills and had secretly cultivated a spy to steal them. When discovered, he feared exposure and found the crying old man who was meditating in seclusion, instructing him to kill Xuan Bei, a divine monk, hoping to directly provoke a head-on confrontation between the two temples. Unexpectedly, Xuan Bei not only didn't die at the hands of the crying old man but also fought back for over ten days, defeating the crying old man and breaking through to the peak of external scenery despite being severely injured. Thus, Lun Kong Fa Wang's conspiracy was exposed, and he had no choice but to take his own life in atonement."

  "Suicide? Although Lun Kong Fa Wang is the master of the Seventh Heaven, wanting to bypass other Fa Wangs to do these things might be beyond his power. Heh heh, good job on the suicide, good job! What would the three divine monks of Shaolin say?"

  "What can be said? A sect leader has taken his own life, the Diamond Temple has paid a huge price and yielded, Shaolin has not suffered any substantial damage. If they don't want to provoke an all-out war, it's best to let things go."

  Upon hearing this, Meng Qi immediately put down his hidden worries. His master was not only unharmed but had also broken through to the peak of external scenery, which was great!

  "I wonder where those two Shaolin disciples went? After stirring up such a big storm in the vast ocean, they suddenly disappeared. Could it be that they were caught by the evil gang of Ma and secretly killed?"

  "It's impossible! On the day when the two divine monks of Shaolin arrived, all the notorious pirates who had participated in this matter hid, even the leaders of the nine caves and eight caves on the evil ridge quietly descended the mountain, disappearing without a trace. Only 'Evil Bookworm' Kang Zhi and the two seven-cave heads remained to guard."

  "Yes, if they captured a Shaolin disciple, apart from venting their anger, why would they kill off all of Gu Changqing's family?"

  Crack! Gu Changqing's chopsticks fell onto the table, his face turned pale and his eyes went blank.

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