heaven money

For Meng Qi, there is a high possibility that he will comprehend outdoor knife techniques or outdoor sword moves. These require one's own wisdom and perception. Simple sword moves are not very effective for Meng Qi, and he needs the assistance of other items.

"What item?"

Jiang Zhiwei was quite confused.

Meng Qi smiled:
"A five-hundred-year-old Bodhi seed helps me gain enlightenment."

This is not only to comprehend the external sword technique, but also to "obtain" more skills to make up the required eight or nine good merits.

Bodhi is the symbol of Buddhist wisdom and enlightenment. In ancient times, the Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree.

"Well, wearing Bodhi seeds can also help you comprehend the world, so that you can understand yourself and find the initial path. However, this kind of thing is something you can rely on but not reliable. It ultimately depends on yourself." Jiang Zhiwei nodded slightly, reminding Meng Qi as always.

Meng Qi forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't put the cart before the horse."

He mainly relied on the Bodhi seeds to "enlighten" the Tathagata Palm and gained benefits from it. As for other aspects, it would be good if he could have them, but it doesn't matter if he can't. He has to walk the path step by step.

Qi Zhengyan and Ruan Yushu both understood his choice very well. They knew that like Zhao Heng, his physical cultivation in the awakening stage had almost reached the limit, and currently he was focusing more on improving his soul and mind.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone could see that his goal was to achieve unity between man and nature and to begin to forge his own path before the next mission.

Meng Qi turned around and took out the Bodhi seed that he had been eyeing for a long time but had no spare money to exchange for it.

It is green in color and full of spirituality. Holding it in your hand will give you a refreshing feeling all over your body:
"A five-hundred-year-old bodhi seed is a treasure of the earth. Wearing it close to one's body can help one attain enlightenment, especially the Dharma. Nine months of spiritual self-loss is worth a thousand merits."

This Bodhi seed is not expensive, but its use is too useless. Unless it is a high monk in the Buddhist sect or someone like Meng Qi who has inherited the true meaning of Buddhism and needs to comprehend it, few people can use it. After all, their ability to comprehend the heaven and earth is not outstanding.

After stringing it into a pendant and hanging it on his chest, Meng Qi felt his mind refreshed. After considering for a while, he decided to choose a sword and knife combined attack technique, because if he did not have this ability, he would have to rely on chance to learn the corresponding skills from the "Tathagata Palm".

Thinking of the "sword and sword combined attack" moves, the first thing that came to Meng Qi's mind was undoubtedly the "three magic skills" in the "three swords, three swords and three magic skills". Unfortunately, they were Dharma body moves, which were still far away from him, and the three swords and three swords were not urgently needed.

As soon as he expressed his idea, Jiang Zhiwei and others began to look through their own exchange charts, looking for similar moves, and continued to provide suggestions.

In the end, Meng Qi chose the iconic move of a casual cultivator from the main world three hundred years ago: "Reversing Yin and Yang", which was worth one thousand and fifty merits.

It was just the beginning of the outdoor scene, but it contained the techniques and methods of sword and knife combined attack, and the conversion of yin and yang. It was a perfect choice for Meng Qi, who was just starting to learn in this area. As for the sword and knife methods in the awakening period, they were too superficial and basic. With Meng Qi's current level of sword and knife skills, he could figure it out quickly by himself.

"Okay, see you in two years." Jiang Zhiwei took a deep breath and said with a smile. It was both an encouragement to herself and a blessing to Meng Qi and others, wishing them all the best in their next mission.

After saying this, she turned her head and stepped firmly into the departing beam of light. The mist rose, leaving behind a cold green shadow.

Meng Qi looked a little sad and remained silent for a rare moment. He then said goodbye to Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan and Zhao Heng.

The light and shadows drifted, and Meng Qi appeared in his own house. The sun shone through the window, casting a golden glow and illuminating the flying dust.

That generous and cheerful girl, the one who had helped him when he was most helpless, was about to begin a life of imprisonment? Perhaps they would never see each other again? Meng Qi was filled with an inconsolable sense of loss, and was stunned for a moment.

Is this a separation in life or a separation in death?
"Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Meng, who is usually very optimistic, why is he suddenly so sad?"

Shang Yi appeared beside Meng Qi at some point and teased with a smile.

Meng Qi smiled bitterly, shook his head and said nothing. At the moment, his mind was full of Jiang Zhiwei who was about to go into seclusion. How could he have the mood to joke with Shang Yi?

Seeing this, Shang Yi didn't say anything else and turned to look out the window.

A hairy head suddenly popped up at the window. It was Gao Lan, who hadn't had a haircut or shave for a long time.

"Hey, Third Brother, you're all happy, why don't you come out and have a drink to celebrate? You're here too!"

Gao Lan asked in surprise.

Meng Qi looked up and found that Gao Lan's eyes contained a hint of amusement. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. He entered the reincarnation right next to Gao Lan. Did he discover something?
Meng Qi had seen great Dharma masters before, such as Abbot Kongwen and Mr. Lu. But when he entered the cycle of reincarnation, he was far away from them and was in a crowded place. But now, Gao Lan was no more than three meters away from him, and there was no one nearby, not even snakes, insects, rats or ants.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Everyone has secrets. Do I look like someone who would dig into secrets?"

Gao Lan looked as if he had seen through your secret.

Uh, Liudao didn’t react. Maybe he could only see a little bit, but it didn’t touch the key points?
He then looked at Shang Yi with a serious expression and said:
"I didn't expect you to find this place. It's not easy!"

Shang Yi smiled slightly and said:

"It's just some small tricks, not worthy of being shown on the stage!"

Meng Qi felt relieved and stood up and said:
"Brother, is there still 'Drunken Immortal'?"

He is in a complicated mood now, and feels that getting drunk can relieve all his worries.

Shang Yi did not pretend to be surprised. Meng Qi had already told him about the sworn brotherhood with Gao Lan in the reincarnation world.

Gao Lan casually inserted the iron bar into his belt, put his hands behind his back, paced back and forth, and kept looking at Meng Qi. Meng Qi felt uneasy and didn't know what he meant.

"Brother, aren't we drinking to celebrate?"

Meng Qi raised an eyebrow and asked, not showing any trepidation.

Gao Lan clicked his tongue twice:

"You're not happy at all. What kind of celebration is that? Brother Shang and I should drink together! Judging from your expression, are you suffering from lovesickness?"

"No way!"

Meng Qi denied it immediately.

"Third brother, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from my eyes. If your bad mood is not caused by the girl, I will cut off my head and let you use it as a stool!"

Gao Lan said proudly.

"How……"

Meng Qi subconsciously wanted to deny it, but looking at Shang Yi's half-smiley eyes, he just uttered a word and sighed:
"It's about the girl, but it's not about lovesickness."

Gao Lan nodded, very satisfied with his own wit and vision, his eyes wide open, full of interest:

"Let's talk and listen. Let's talk and listen."

Looking at him and Shang Yi, Meng Qi somehow thought of the gossips, but he had mixed emotions and did have the urge to talk, so he sighed and said:
"Brother, didn't I mention a friend of my life before? A descendant of a great martial arts sect, brilliant, with a sword in mind, cheerful and generous..."

"Uh-huh, what's wrong with her?"

Gao Lan asked with great interest.

"She intends to sit in prison until she dies."

Meng Qi said dully.

Gao Lan let out a long "Yo!"
"So you are a direct descendant of Xijian Pavilion. You are quite capable."

"What's the skill or incompetence?"

Meng Qi said angrily.

Gao Lan smiled and said:

"The Sword Washing Pavilion is a death pass. Even a genius might die there. Are you reluctant to leave? Do you want to keep him?"

"I'm reluctant to let you go, but I can't keep you..."

Meng Qi was stunned.

Gao Lan clapped his hands:
"That's right, and you still dare to say that you don't miss me?"

Meng Qi's face turned red:

"It's a reluctance between friends. After this death, we may never see each other again."

"In short, you can't bear to let go. There are countless emotions in your heart that are difficult to resolve, right?"

Gao Lan raised his eyebrows.

Meng Qi nodded and said nothing.

"Then talk to her face to face. It's your business whether to keep her or not, and it's her business whether to accept your request or not!"

Gao Lan grabbed Meng Qi by the collar. "It will ruin her mood..."

Before Meng Qi could finish his words, he felt silence all around him and darkness in front of him. Only the touch of Gao Lan's hand could be felt on his collar.

Shang Yi sighed upon seeing this:
"As expected, others are more decisive. Even I was a little shy when I was with Ruan Yushu!"

As he spoke, Shang Yi took a step forward and disappeared on the spot, following closely in Gao Lan's footsteps.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Qi finally saw light in front of him, and in front of him was a mountain as straight as a sword.

"Where is this?" Meng Qi asked in surprise.

Gao Lan's hearty laughter rang in his ears:

"Of course it's the gate of Xijian Pavilion."

"Ah..." Meng Qi was a little confused.

Gao Lan put away his smile and turned serious:
"Even if we are friends, don't we have to say goodbye before we part? Anyway, don't let yourself regret it. I don't want my sworn brother to end up like me."

Shang Yi raised his eyebrows and glanced at Gao Lan. He is also a lovesick person!
Jiang Zhiwei, a bright and beautiful girl with dark eyebrows and big eyes, black hair simply tied up and draped softly, wearing a light yellow dress...

Jiang Zhiwei called him "Little Monk" and extended a friendly hand...

Carrying the burden on his back, Jiang Zhiwei cooperated tacitly...

Jiang Zhiwei, who had repeatedly taught me and traveled thousands of miles to Jiangdong to help me...

Jiang Zhiwei never backs down in the face of a powerful enemy...

Jiang Zhiwei burned herself and slashed out Sword 23...

And the "Chicken-Slaying Sword God" Jiang Zhiwei...

All kinds of memories came to his mind. Meng Qi took a deep breath and his eyes became firm. Brother Gao was right. We should at least say goodbye.

He took a step forward and walked towards the mountain gate. A disciple came forward and said:

"My friend, why are you visiting my Sword Washing Pavilion?"

"My name is Su Meng, and I would like to see Senior Sister Jiang Zhiwei."

Meng Qi bowed.

…………

In a room, Jiang Zhiwei sat on a wooden stool and looked around. Unlike other women's boudoirs, there was only a mirror here, no dressing table, and few boxes for clothes. The room was bright and clean, refreshing and simple, with sword manuals placed everywhere.

This is where she has lived for more than ten years.

Jiang Zhiwei closed her eyes, bid farewell to the past, and was about to stand up with her sword in hand, when she suddenly heard a voice from her junior fellow student outside:
"Senior Sister Jiang, Su Meng is here to visit. Do you want to see him?"

Meng Qi was well-known, and the disciples of Xijian Pavilion were no strangers to him.

Jiang Zhiwei's expression froze, her sword-holding hand slipped a little, she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and did not answer for a moment.

In fact, she also has some feelings for Meng Qi, but compared to Meng Qi, she loves swords more!
"Senior Sister Jiang?"

The fellow student outside raised his voice.

You have to walk your own path... The master's admonition echoed in Jiang Zhiwei's mind. She took a long breath, exhaled slowly, and finally said:

"Tell him to wait for me at the Banshan Pavilion."

In a stone chamber, a man in green sat with his eyes closed, a long sword across his knees. He looked empty, as if he was far away. He did not try to stop Jiang Zhiwei's actions.

At the foot of the mountain, Gao Lan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Sword Washing Pavilion from afar. Through the numerous obstacles, he seemed to see two figures. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and whispered:
"This madman actually chose the most difficult path...

And there is that free and easy Buddha!

But how did the two of them get together?"

…………

In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, Meng Qi, with a long sword on his waist, looked at the clouds in the mountains and suddenly felt a little nervous.

At this time, a goose yellow figure came from the corner of the mountain road.

It was midsummer, the mountains were full of blooming flowers, the trees were lush and green, and Jiang Zhiwei walked slowly, like a fairy among the flowers.

She no longer wore the green dress, but changed back into a goose yellow dress. She had dark eyebrows and big eyes, and her black hair was simply tied up and draped down softly. She was extremely bright and beautiful, almost as bright as when Meng Qi first saw her.

"I didn't expect you to come."

Jiang Zhi walked into the pavilion halfway up the mountain with a smile and sat on a stone bench.

Meng Qi sat down opposite her and said with a wry smile:

"I always have some feelings of separation, and I want to see you again. In addition to sitting in the death pass, there are actually many ways to break through."

After saying this, something he had wanted to say for a long time, Meng Qi suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, but also more nervous.

Jiang Zhiwei's face was free of anger, and she smiled as usual:
"I naturally considered it for a long time before making this decision."

Her eyes became very gentle, and she looked at Meng Qi with a smile, her voice as gentle as the sound of spring water:

"My master holds a special position in the sect, and as a result, I am also looked up to and respected by everyone. My fellow brothers and sisters are always polite to me, and no one has ever joked with me."

"And you, the first time, um, it should be the second time we met, you dared to give me a nickname, something like Chicken-Slaying Sword God, it makes me angry and funny at the same time."

"He is obviously a little monk with no martial arts skills, but he can fight so boldly and fearlessly."

Meng Qi didn't say anything, just listened quietly to Jiang Zhiwei's recollections.

"You always say that you love brain twitching, and you always want to show off in front of your lover. You always want to be the kind of knight in storytelling novels. You always have funny words and funny actions that make people laugh. But at the critical moment, you will definitely take the lead and stand in front without retreating. You are trustworthy."

"At that time, you were pretty and lovely, and I treated you as my younger brother. But gradually, you grew taller than me and became more mature. You were humorous and witty, but your actions were steady and reliable."

"It's always a pleasure to get along with you, as well as Brother Qi, who is taciturn but very tolerant of his companions, and Sister Yushu, who was lonely in her childhood like me, as well as Brother Zhang, and Miss Fu. You value friendship over money, are happy to repay kindness and revenge, and stick together through life and death. You have met all my expectations of the martial arts world..."

Jiang Zhiwei's voice was filled with a hint of joy, and there was a sincere smile on her lips.

After a pause, she looked into Meng Qi's eyes with her bright dark eyes and said in a low but clear voice:
“But these are not what I want most.”

Meng Qi was silent for a while, then smiled:
"I understand."

Jiang Zhiwei nodded, without saying goodbye, picked up the sword, slowly turned around, and walked towards the top of the mountain at a leisurely pace.

When she was about to turn the corner, she flicked the scabbard, and the sword inside made a slight sound, like the roar of a dragon.

Amid the sound of the sword, she said in a gentle voice:
"In my life I only love the seven-foot sword, which cuts me down and shows me that I am not myself."

Meng Qi listened attentively, and saw the gorgeous and colorful mountain flowers gradually covering up the goose yellow figure.

Shang Yi did not appear to disturb her, but waved his hand and scattered several coins into the void above Jiang Zhiwei's head, and merged into Jiang Zhiwei's own luck. This did not directly help Jiang Zhiwei, but it also increased her possibility of successfully passing the death barrier.

Su Wuming, who was paying attention to the situation in the stone chamber, murmured in a low voice:
"The way of destiny. Could it be that the Buddha King of the World has also tried the way of destiny in the past?"

He did not think that Shang Yi's path in this life was the path of luck. After all, the business buildings in various places and the changing temples of the God of Wealth in the heavens and all realms, Shang Yi did not hide his intention to reach the other side by the business path.

It was midsummer and the mountain breeze was still cool. Meng Qi walked down the road and soon left the Sword Washing Pavilion. He saw Shang Yi and Gao Lan waiting outside.

Gao Lan nodded and said seriously, "The seven-foot sword is a metaphor for a person, which corresponds to the 'I' and 'I' in the following. In the Tao Te Ching, 'I' refers to the physical self, the external self, while 'I' refers to the inner self, the true self. The two have completely different meanings. In the past, Nanhua Tianzun said, 'I have lost myself.'"

"It's not like I don't know..." Meng Qi glanced at him.

"Haha." Gao Lan laughed dryly:

"Isn't this just making small talk? To be honest, what's there to be afraid of in prison? As long as I can get out, it's not like I can't get married. A strong woman is afraid of a clinging man. When the time comes, as long as I'm willing to lose face and put in the hard work..." (End of this chapter)