Chapter 2451 Remind Jiang Zhiwei, Master of Virtue

"Uncle!"

There was a bit of confusion on Jiang Zhiwei's face, but she saluted respectfully and said hello. Standing behind Lu Chunyang, her mind was in a mess. Everything that happened today made her extremely confused and shocked. Her whole life seemed to be covered with a layer of fog and she couldn't see clearly. It is not clear what is true or false.

"Are you feeling upset because Abbot Kongwen failed to save Qi Xia today?"

Lu Chunyang looked back at the confused nephew, with a calm expression, gentle eyes, and a gentle look, as if what happened today could not move him in the slightest, indifferent and ruthless.

Jiang Zhiwei couldn't help but hold the hilt of the long sword at her waist. She exerted force with her five fingers, and veins popped up on the back of her hand. She felt guilty and uneasy. She and Qi Xia didn't have much friendship before, even in this Shaolin martial arts competition. Among them, she personally eliminated Qi Xia, but since they fell into the world of six reincarnations together, the two experienced a life and death experience together and became companions, she could not remain indifferent to Qi Xia's death.

Today, Qi Xia was wiped out by the Lord of Six Paths of Samsara under the eyes of Abbot Kongwen. Does this mean that the strength of the Lord of Six Paths of Samsara has surpassed the realm of Dharmakaya? She will also face such threats in the future. Under the sorrow of the rabbit's death and the fox's death, it will be difficult for Jiang Zhiwei to maintain her calm.

"Disciple doesn't understand why Abbot Kongwen didn't use all his strength to take action today. He didn't even reveal his golden body. He just watched Sister Qi Xia die like this. This is really unreasonable!"

Jiang Zhiwei was filled with doubts. There seemed to be a lot of fog blocking her vision, making it difficult to see the truth hidden in it. At this time, she had some doubts about whether Abbot Kongwen was also involved.

Lu Chunyang slowly turned around, looked at the confused Jiang Zhiwei, and sighed. After all, this girl was going down the mountain for the first time. She was too immature and couldn't understand many things.

"I know you are questioning Abbot Kongwen, thinking that he did not try his best to save Qi Xia!"

"You are right to suspect that he did not use all his strength, because he will never use his Dharmakaya in front of everyone!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Lu Chunyang's face. Abbot Kongwen was disguised as the magician Han Guang. His Dharma Body was not the Dragon-Subduing Arhat's Golden Body. If he displayed it, his secret would be revealed.

"Uncle, you mean there is something wrong with Abbot Kongwen, and he is the mastermind behind the deaths of Qingjing and Qi Xia?"

Jiang Zhiwei couldn't hide her excitement on her pretty face, she took a step forward, stood in front of Lu Chunyang, and asked for confirmation.

"No, on the contrary, he will definitely not be the person behind the deaths of Qing Jing and Qi Xia!"

"Because he is not qualified. The person hiding behind is already in the realm of Taoism and Buddha. It is definitely not something that a master of Dharma can contend with. The secrets in this cannot be explored by your level of cultivation, so don't be obsessed with the truth behind it. You’re no good!”

Lu Chunyang's eyes were full of meaning as he stared at Jiang Zhiwei with an intriguing smile on his face. Lu Chunyang didn't want Jiang Zhiwei to overestimate his abilities and test the Lord of Six Paths and Six Paths of Reincarnation and others. If he wasn't careful, his nephew might do it. Obliterated.

"Stand by yourself and go with the flow. Swordsmen are not fools. They must know how to weigh the pros and cons. When you do not have the strength to control your own destiny, it is best not to be too bold!"

Jiang Zhiwei's expression moved slightly. She always felt that the uncle in front of her seemed to have noticed something. Out of worry, he was trying to remind her not to take risks.

"Uncle, I understand!"

"As long as you understand, have a good rest. We will go back to Xijian Pavilion early tomorrow morning!"

Lu Chunyang nodded happily, indicating that Jiang Zhiwei could leave and he wanted to stay alone for a while.

In the square at the main entrance of the Shaolin Temple, dozens of monks were cleaning up, working in full swing. Abbot Kong Wen and all the leaders, the elders personally saw off the various sects. This time, the little Taoist priest Qingjing and Qi Xia died in the Shaolin Temple. The Shaolin Temple has an unshirkable responsibility. This is why he has such a low profile and is so respectful to other factions.

"Abbot Kongwen, please stay, I'll take my leave!"

"If there is news about miraculous miracles and myths in the future, I will definitely share it with the Shaolin Temple. We must not let these rats hiding in the dark succeed!"

Taoist Shouzhuo had an angry look on his face. This Taoist priest had a really hot temper. I really don't know how he practiced Taoism for so many years. He didn't have any Taoist peace and ease in him.

"The same is true for Shaolin. We will definitely investigate thoroughly!"

Abbot Kongwen raised one palm with a look of compassion and guilt, expressing the Shaolin Temple's position and attitude, full of sincerity.

As a handyman monk, Meng Qi was cleaning the square in the corner. He breathed out slowly to soothe the sudden subtle emotions in his heart, and watched Jiang Zhiwei and others leave with a complicated expression.

"They will be the most powerful figures in the future world!"

"They are walking on a ladder to the sky, but I can't even take a small step out of the courtyard!"

Just when Meng Qi was lamenting his situation, two monks came over, wearing yellow monk robes. These two masters were monks from the Wu Monk Academy, Xuan Ku, Xuan Chi, and Xuan Chi were responsible for teaching the young Shaolin monks. A senior monk.

"Are you really determined?"

Master Xuanchi's skin showed a golden color and he looked sharp and sharp. He looked at Meng Qi and asked.

"Disciple Zhending, I have met Uncle Xuanchi!"

"You go to the Monk Monastery tomorrow!"

Meng Qi was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what happened. Just now he was lamenting that he was just a handyman monk. In the blink of an eye, he got a promotion and a salary increase. He could enter the Wushu Monk Academy to learn the superior martial arts of the Shaolin Temple. What exactly was this? what happened.

Now Meng Qi was walking on the road and was suddenly hit by a pie falling from the sky. He was dizzy, surprised and happy, and the element of surprise was much higher than the joy. Therefore, for a moment, his expression was blank and he forgot what to do. how to answer.

Xuan Chi was not surprised by Meng Qi's reaction and said in a deep but deep voice.

"Zhenwu Sect Zhang Yuanshan and Xijian Pavilion Jiang Zhiwei both praised you, Senior Brother Zhike, for your understanding of etiquette, your advance and retreat, your conversation, and your ability to exercise restraint. It is rare for a benefactor from another sect to praise me, a Shaolin servant monk, so much, so I allowed you to enter the Wushu Monk Academy. Refine your martial arts skills so that you can become a knowledgeable guest monk in the future."

In the future, Meng Qi will be a knowledgeable monk in a major martial arts sect, and his martial arts must be of a certain standard to prevent him from losing the dignity of the Shaolin Temple.

"I, disciple, just tried my best to restrain myself."

Meng Qi finally understood what was going on. While secretly grateful to Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei for their help, he fully expressed the joy in his heart.

"As a knowledgeable guest, it is the most important thing to restrain yourself, not to unleash unreasonable anger, and not to lose the dignity of the sect."

Xuan Chi replied to Meng Qi nonchalantly, then turned around and left, looking proudly as he walked, walking like a dragon and a tiger, not like a monk, but like a hero who has been in the world for many years.

Xuan Ku glanced deeply at Meng Qi and said calmly.

"After entering the martial monks' monastery, all the tricks are useless. Only by understanding the principles of Zen, being calm and calm, not being anxious or discouraged, and practicing hard can you achieve the right path."

Xuan Ku was an upright person and turned around and left. He thought that Meng Qi was too scheming and must have tried his best to please the guests from various sects with his sweet talk. Only then would Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei help Meng Qi, a little handyman. Meng Qi took this opportunity to get rid of his status as a handyman by saying good things, and being clever was not the right way, so he spoke up.

Meng Qi looked at Xuan Ku's leaving figure and smiled bitterly. He knew that Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan only helped him get rid of his status as a handyman monk because he was also a member of the reincarnation world, so that he could practice better for Survive the reincarnation experience in the future to gain a little more confidence.

In Xijian Pavilion, Lu Chunyang sat in the main hall and told the leader Zhou Taichong exactly what happened during this trip to Shaolin.

"There are quite a lot of doubts about this matter. I, Xijian Pavilion, must not act rashly. It is better to be cautious!"

Zhou Taichong has a calm temperament and is unwilling to wade into the muddy waters of Xijiange. He is prepared to remain unchanged and cope with all changes. It is best to sit back and watch.

Su Wuming was dressed in a white robe, sitting on the left side of Zhou Taichong. His sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a faint sword aura, and he said coldly.

"The Mythical Organization is mysterious and unpredictable. The East Prince I met that day was strong enough to be ranked in the top 30 on the Earth Ranking. He is not weak. There should be many such figures in the Mythology!"

"Furthermore, Xianji, as the mortal enemy of the myth, must be evenly matched. The Xijian Pavilion really needs to be more cautious, so it is better to just sit on the sidelines!"

As a swordsman, Su Wuming was sharp-edged and liked to go straight, but he was not a reckless man without a brain. He was also very afraid of myths and fairy tales. There was no dharma body in Xijian Pavilion now, so it was better not to get involved in this matter.

Lu Chunyang nodded. The Lord of Immortals and Myths are both Dharmakayas. The Heavenly Emperor of Myths is the magician Han Guang. He is currently playing role-playing, eating fast and chanting Buddha in the Shaolin Temple, showing himself as a dragon-subduing Arhat. Xianji's Lingbao Tianzun is Chonghe Taoist of Chunyang Sect, second on the heavenly list, and leader of the Taoist sect. These two people are not the ones that the Xijian Pavilion can mess with today.

"Whether it's a fairy tale or a myth, since we can control the top thirty masters on the Earth Ranking, there may be people with great heights among them. I, the Xijian Pavilion, really can't afford to offend me now, so I'd better let Xuantian Sect and Shaolin Temple touch this." Let’s go to the two hornet’s nests!”

"Fahrenheit?!"

Zhou Taichong and Su Wuming's expressions moved slightly, their pupils tightened, and their faces were solemn. Lu Chunyang's words made sense. These two organizations could exist for such a long time, and even Abbot Kongwen was unable to do anything. It was indeed possible that there were experts on the Heavenly List.

"Hey! The world is going to be troubled again from now on!"

The leader, Zhou Taichong, stroked his beard with his right hand, with a sigh and emotion on his face, and looked at the sky outside the hall. Wind and clouds were gathering, the sky was gloomy, and a heavy rain was inevitably coming.

"It's not Jianghu if nothing happens!"

Lu Chunyang stood up and walked out. As soon as he stepped out of the hall, heavy raindrops fell down. The whole Xijian Pavilion was shrouded in mist and rain. Lu Chunyang walked into the wind and rain, with a calm demeanor and a relaxed pace. There is an invisible aura that blocks out all the rain.

"Junior Brother Lu's cultivation level has improved again. It seems that he has crossed the first ladder, advanced to the fourth level of outdoor scenery, and has become a top master!"

Zhou Taichong had a look of surprise on his face, stared blankly at the figure retreating in the heavy rain, and sighed softly.

Su Wuming's expression was gloomy, with thoughts between his brows, and he watched Lu Chunyang's figure disappear in the heavy rain quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jiang Zhiwei was practicing swordsmanship in her small courtyard. The sword light flashed horizontally, the sword energy roared, the body was like a ghost, the movements were agile, the cold light shone, and the edge was sharp.

At this time, Jiang Zhiwei's cultivation has advanced further. She relied on the Tianqiao Pills exchanged from the Six Paths of Reincarnation World to open her nose aperture again and opened six acupoints. She can be regarded as a fourth-rate master. For a young person under twenty years old, He is far ahead among his generation of disciples.

Jiang Zhiwei suddenly stopped and looked at a line of words that appeared on the ground, her eyes deep and dazed.

""The second reincarnation begins! "

"Please be mentally prepared. When you open it again in the future, you will not be informed and will be directly pulled in."

Jiang Zhiwei put away the long sword in her hand, returned to the bedroom, closed the door, meditated, closed her eyes, adjusted her inner breath, and waited quietly for reincarnation to start again.

The Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation has unpredictable magical powers. Since Jiang Zhiwei cannot resist, she can only accept this kind of experience of wandering between life and death. This is also very beneficial to the growth of a swordsman. As long as he does not die, he can grow quickly and improve his abilities. In the realm of strength, thinking of this, Jiang Zhiwei felt a hint of excitement in her heart. The interdependence of misfortune and fortune is both disaster and opportunity.

Jiang Zhiwei's breathing became longer and calmer, and she gradually surrendered to the distracting thoughts in her heart. Her sword was calm, and her vision suddenly went dark, then brightened again, and she appeared in the White Jade Square. There was no change here, the sky was white with clouds, and the surroundings were covered with mist. Statues of immortal birds and mythical beasts are looming.

"Little monk, take the knife!"

Jiang Zhiwei saw a young monk wearing gray robes, with a bright smile on his face, a voice as clear as an oriole's, and a sword flying towards Meng Qi in a beautiful arc.

Meng Qi waved his right hand and easily caught the sword. Then he saw Jiang Zhiwei standing pretty not far away, her long yellow skirt swaying gently in the breeze. Zhang Yuanshan and Qi Zhengyan also walked over with their skirts fluttering.

"My martial arts has made great progress."

Jiang Zhi said with a smile, without the frustration and anger of going through the reincarnation task again.

From the action of Meng Qi taking the knife, she could probably tell Meng Qi's current level.

When Meng Qi saw these acquaintances, he felt more at ease than in the Shaolin Temple and laughed.

"The young monk doesn't want to see the Buddha in his prime."

As Meng Qi spoke, he stroked the fine steel sword. It was sharp and cold.

"Hey, it's rare for you to talk like a monk."

Jiang Zhiwei saw Meng Qi's movements and nodded slightly.

"I know it's hard for you to get a sharp sword in Shaolin, so I prepared one for you."

Just as Jiang Zhiwei and others were chatting, the indifferent and majestic voice of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation fell again, attracting everyone's attention.

"There will be new people entering this mission."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sun seemed to be coming, and the light was so dazzling that Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei, two masters who had opened their eyes, were so stung that they subconsciously closed their eyes. When everything returned to normal, Meng Qi saw a lot of people lying on the white jade floor tiles. Four people, two men and two women.

Jiang Zhiwei and others learned about the names of the four newcomers and just introduced them to the world of reincarnation. The space in the square changed, the mountains and rivers overlapped, and the light and darkness alternated.

"The Northern Barbarians took over the Central Plains, went against the grain and slaughtered the people. Shaolin monks joined the rebel armies from various places to resist."

"In order to completely eliminate this scourge, the Northern Barbarian General Duoercha is preparing to lead many masters and troops to Shaohua Mountain to destroy Shaolin."

"Dorcha had bribed many monks in Shaolin in advance, and this trip was almost guaranteed. Fortunately, a righteous man sacrificed his life to spread the news.

"Main mission one: The troops are divided into two groups, break through the interception of the masters sent by Duoercha, and send the list of traitors to Shaolin. The time limit is three days. If the time limit is exceeded, fifty good deeds will be deducted. By the end of the reincarnation task, those who do not have enough good deeds will be wiped out. ! If you successfully arrive, each person who enters the temple will be rewarded with fifty good deeds."

"Main mission two: released after the completion of main mission one."

Shaohua Mountain, Shaolin Temple, the Shaolin Temple in this world is somewhat similar to the main world, but the scale is smaller, like a reduced version.

Deep in the Shaolin Temple, in a Zen room, a middle-aged monk slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were as warm as jade, glowing with sparkling white light. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a solemn appearance. He was dressed in a yellow monk's robe. Burly.

"I didn't expect that I would become a Shaolin disciple after awakening this time. I haven't been a monk for a long time, and I'm really not used to it!"

This monk is a Shaolin Luohan Hall warrior monk, whose name is De Xing. He touched his bald head and felt a little chilly. It is more suitable for long hair in this hot summer.

"The Central Plains were in turmoil and the Northern Barbarians invaded. Many Shaolin disciples joined the rebel army and resisted the barbarians. The Shaolin Temple in this world did a good job. However, the Northern Barbarians also had experts who bribed and placed many people in Shaolin. Duoercha led many Masters and armies are coming to encircle Shaolin, and it looks like there will be another battle this time!"

Master Dexing said to himself, got up and walked out of the Zen room, heading towards the Mahavira Palace. Because the Northern Barbarian masters were about to arrive, the Central Plains masters gathered in Shaolin one after another to compete with the Northern Barbarian masters for life and death, hoping to defeat the Northern Barbarian generals. Duoercha stayed in Shaohua Mountain.

Master Virtue stepped into the main hall and saw a dozen monks in yellow robes and red cassocks. The leader had sparse white eyebrows, loose skin, and full of wrinkles, but his eyes were kind and not turbid at all.

"Disciple has met the abbot!"

Master Xinji is the abbot of Shaolin. He has achieved the innate realm before he was thirty years old. Now he is a master of the innate peak. He is only one step away from entering the immortal realm where the inner and outer heaven and earth meet. Of course, this realm is known in Buddhism. It's called Zen state.

"De Xing, you should join the list!"

Master Xinji nodded without getting up, signaling De Xing to return to his position. As an innate master in the temple, Master De Xing had a good status and was expected to compete for the position of the next abbot.

"when!"

The melodious and profound bell rang, and a group of people walked in. In addition to the masters of various factions, there was also a very conspicuous group of people. It was Jiang Zhiwei and other reincarnations. They were somewhat injured, and there were blood stains on their clothes. They had obviously passed by. It took a lot of hard work to get here.

"Several donors risked their lives to repay the debt. I am extremely grateful."

With a calm heart, he clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, with a look of compassion on his face.

"The barbarians are ferocious and are the public enemies of the world. The poor monks and others are just trying their best to protect our Buddhist pure land."

Meng Qi, a young monk who was quite skilled at speaking in public, took out the list of traitors given by the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation from his arms.

Xinji nodded slightly, moved his hand, and the thin page of paper fell into his hand like catkins in the wind.

Suddenly, Meng Qi's eyes flashed as he saw the golden Buddha statue in the center of the hall holding flowers and smiling, while candlelight flickered below and intertwined into words.

"The list of traitors is sent to Shaolin. Once the main task is completed, each person who enters the temple will be rewarded with fifty good deeds."