The Supreme Being

Just disperse? What a joke! Meng Qi secretly cursed and stood up with dignity: "Master Abbot, do you think we are greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"Amitabha, I don't mean this, several donors are injured..." Xinji still wanted to persuade everyone to leave, but he could not clearly say that Shaolin had decided to abandon this land, and it was useless to guard it. That way it would be easy for Duo'er to detect it and hold on to his injuries to attack, leaving the monks with no time to evacuate.

"Master Abbot, do you think you are useless waiting for me to be injured?" Meng Qi looked indignant, skillfully twisting the meaning of peace of mind.

At this time, the first elders of Shaolin Temple rushed behind Xinji to prevent Meng Qi and others from making a sudden attack.

After hearing Meng Qi's words, the monks who believed in the righteous path of martial arts naturally would not openly say that it was indeed useless. They hesitated and hesitated, but no one answered.

"Lao Na was seriously injured, as were Donors Jiang and Donor Zhang, but Duoercha was not damaged at all. There is really little hope in this battle. Donors are not my Shaolin disciples, so why should you waste your lives and stay in Shaolin to burn jade together? Even in Shaolin, there are very few monks with such determination, because it is really meaningless. I am afraid that only those who are about to pass away will be willing to let go of this rotten skin. "

"Donors, why don't you keep your useful bodies until the time comes?"

The only way to feel calm is to say that only I want to stick to Shaolin, and others may escape. Why are you, a group of unrelated strangers, trying to be heroic or crazy?

Meng Qi took a step forward, clasped his hands together, and solemnly declared the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, there are deaths lighter than a feather, and there are deaths heavier than Mount Tai. We are sacrificing our lives for righteousness today!"

All the monks, including Xinji, were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a person who wanted to sacrifice himself to save others!

And the most important thing is, we don’t want you to save us at all!

After Meng Qi finished speaking, he suddenly felt that "Amitabha" was a bit inconsistent with the passionate and generous words behind it, but he immediately comforted himself by saying that anyway, the popular painting style these days is not right!

Seeing the monks stunned, Meng Qi raised his head and acted chivalrous and courageous: "Today's matter is not a question of whether Shaolin wants to save him or not, but that we want to show the people of the world that there is still a way to die generously in this world." people!"

Jiang Zhiwei raised her hand, covered her mouth, and suppressed a smile. A flush appeared on her pale face. Qi Zhengyan's mouth twitched, secretly glad that he and Meng Qi didn't talk much...

After being silent for a while, he looked at Zhang Yuanshan, who was meditating to stabilize his injuries after hastily taking the elixir, and Jiang Zhiwei, who was standing alone with her clothes fluttering. He sighed and said, "Donor Zhang and Donor Jiang are seriously injured. It is difficult to break through even if they go down the mountain at this time." With the armored soldiers blocking the way, it’s better to go into the temple and bide your time. Dekong, go quickly and get the Xiaohuan Dan to give to some donors.”

"Several donors, after entering the temple, please guard the back mountain to prevent barbarian masters from climbing the cliff."

He arranged Meng Qi and others in a clean back mountain where almost no one would attack, and also avoided the secret evacuation passage in the temple.

"Thank you, Master Abbot." Meng Qi exhaled quietly, this is the most ideal development!

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"Abbott, is the little novice monk mentally ill?" Returning to the Main Hall, Xin Chan said a little angrily, "Why do you want to keep them?"

He was about to speak when he was silent, but suddenly his face was as golden as paper, and then as white as snow. After changing several times in succession, he was finally stable, but he looked like he had aged twenty years.

"Master, are you okay?" His disciple asked with concern.

"He's not dead yet." Xinjie said calmly, "Fortunately, I scared off Duoercha just now, so I have a chance to breathe." His injuries seemed to be getting worse.

He turned his head and looked at Xinchan: "Donor Jiang, Donor Zhang and Duoercha were really fighting with all their might, they were not spies, and I saw that they were very determined. If they were not allowed to enter the temple, they would probably stick to the mountain road, so Let them guard the back mountain to repay this kindness and settle the cause and effect."

"Except for the stupa, there is nothing important in the back mountain. Don't worry about a sneak attack by Dorcha's people. After the disciples have finished withdrawing through the secret passage, tell them the truth and ask them to leave through the secret passage. If Dorcha attacks, It's early, and with the condition of Houshan, they should be able to hold on until the end. By then, things will be irreversible, and they probably won't hold on anymore..."

Xinjie said it unceremoniously. Meng Qi's "impassioned" just now left a deep impression on him.

Xin Chan said solemnly: "I'm afraid there is no solution for Yu Mu's head. Abbot, the secret books, elixirs, etc. have been picked out and packed. Are you arranging for the disciples to evacuate now?"

"Yes." Xinji nodded, looking back at the golden Buddha statue, his expression became peaceful and calm.

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"Finally entered the temple." Meng Qi sighed on the way to the back mountain. Fortunately, his "acting skills" were good.

Jiang Zhiwei walked very slowly, but there was no confusion or sadness on her face. She chuckled and said, "I wonder what Master Xinji and other eminent monks will think of you, a little monk?"

Brain-disabled children have more fun... Meng Qi silently cursed to himself, if the task wasn't oppressive, would I be happy with this?

Then, he said seriously: "Bo Yuntian must have been shocked by my chivalry, righteousness, and courage. He only had to bow his head before bowing."

"Anyway, I just saw you, little monk, saying those twisted words in a serious, serious, and passionate manner. I just wanted to laugh, haha..." Jiang Zhiwei couldn't hold back anymore and laughed out loud, but she smiled, The voice stopped suddenly, and a little pain appeared on his face.

"Miss Jiang, how are you injured?" Meng Qi asked worriedly.

Jiang Zhiwei breathed a few breaths and said: "Even if the four orifices are opened, with my level, it is still difficult to use the 'sword to escape from selflessness'. After one sword strike, although the power is not lost, there are only three successes left. After that, He was also injured by Duoercha's strength, and he couldn't stop even one out of ten. Within half a day, he would probably have to rely on his swordsmanship to deal with the armored soldiers."

She described it in detail, because if her companions misjudged her own strength, strategic problems would easily arise when an enemy attacked.

"Where's Senior Brother Zhang?" Qi Zhengyan looked at Zhang Yuanshan, whose chest was a little sunken.

Zhang Yuanshan smiled bitterly and said: "Fortunately, I brought the medicine this time and the Shaolin Xiaohuan Dan to help. Otherwise, it would be difficult to walk. Haha, even dealing with armored soldiers is difficult now."

Wang Jin followed the crowd, but remained silent. His eyes wandered, looking at the Buddhist hall in the temple and the roads passing by.

As he walked, Meng Qi was suddenly stunned, because the back mountain in front of him was exactly the same as the back mountain in his own Shaolin! Even the stupa is the same!

No way, to this extent... Meng Qi felt frightened for no reason.

"Same?" Jiang Zhiwei noticed something strange about Meng Qi.

Meng Qi nodded and said solemnly: "Although I have only been to Houshan once, it is exactly the same as here."

Isn’t it possible that there are also demons and ghosts suppressed here?

Well, probably not. With the level of power in this world, if there were demons and ghosts, they would have ruled the world long ago...

The two spoke in very low voices to prevent the young novice leading the way from hearing them.

After walking for a while, the little novice monk stopped and clasped his hands together solemnly: "All donors, please guard here. After passing the road in front, there is the stupa on the back mountain. It is inconvenient for outsiders to enter."

Meng Qi suddenly felt like he was in a dream, because the place where he stayed was exactly where he had been guarding a few days ago!

Two cliffs face each other, forming a narrow road with dense forests on the left and right in front.

"Is this a coincidence, or is there some kind of connection hidden..." At this time, Meng Qi knew without looking that the woods on the left and right seemed boundless, but in fact, if he took a few more steps, he would be able to see the cliff.

He was thinking in shock and doubt, while the others listened to the little novice introduce the nearby terrain to facilitate the final evacuation.

The young novice monk seemed to have received instructions from his superiors and explained the terrain in extremely detailed detail.

"Eh, you didn't mention the secret passage on the cliff? No, I'm thinking too much. There are no monsters in this world. Who will open that secret passage? The Shaolin in the two worlds is different after all. After all, this is Shaohua Mountain. It's not Liantai Mountain..." As Meng Qi listened, the secret passage drilled out by the "True View" suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Senior Brother Qi, young monk, I'll leave this time to you." After the young novice left, Jiang Zhiwei took out a thumb-sized white jade bottle of suet, poured out a red pill, and drank it together with Xiao Huan Dan. , began to meditate and adjust the breath to recover from the injury.

Zhang Yuanshan's injury was even more serious. He didn't care about Wang Jin's presence and sat down directly to regulate his energy and blood.

Wang Jin looked at them in silence for a while, then looked at Meng Qi who looked wary, walked to the side, closed his eyes and meditated, seeming to regain his energy.

Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan took turns to be on guard. About half an hour later, faint noises suddenly came from the distance.

"Dorcha is here again?" Meng Qi raised his head and looked in the direction of the temple, and sure enough he saw dark clouds there, silver snakes dancing wildly, flames rising in some places, and thick smoke billowing.

He subconsciously clenched the knife, waiting for the final battle to begin.

At this time, Wang Jin stood up suddenly and ran towards Shaolin without saying hello to Meng Qi and others.

"What does he want to do?" Meng Qi asked in shock.

Qi Zhengyan said expressionlessly: "Don't worry about him. If he stays, it will hurt his back."

Wang Jin was as fast as a galloping horse, and he was a little excited in his heart. He came from a rough background, and all his martial arts skills were mediocre. He finally reached the stage of enlightenment, and he was considered a master. However, if he wanted to continue, he lacked this level. Secrets, so for him, the world of reincarnation is an opportunity, and it is also an opportunity now!

Although this Shaolin is much worse than the real Shaolin, it can be seen from Abbot Xinji that their martial arts are directly related to the external scene, and there is no shortage of steps to condense the acupuncture points and open the nine natural orifices!

Now is the time when Shaolin is in chaos. If you arrest a leader or elder to torture the secret book, no one will notice it at all, and you will only think that he died at the hands of Duoercha and the others.

Anyway, the mission is just to stick to Shaolin, I didn’t say you can’t harm the Shaolin monks!

"Maybe he wants to take advantage of the chaos..." Meng Qi looked at Wang Jin's back and guessed casually.

Suddenly, streaks of silver light shot out from the forest nearby, unimaginably fast, hitting Wang Jin directly.

The noisy sound of rain hitting banana leaves was heard, and small streams of blood spurted out from Wang Jin's body, like a burst water bag. Then, he fell to the ground with a little joy remaining on his expression.

"It was a waste of my Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle... But who told the general to keep me from letting one of them go? Hey, you dared to blind one of the general's eyes!" A young man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes walked out of the forest. With a smile, he threw the black tube in his hand directly to the ground, and said politely, "I am Tangshun, nicknamed 'Palm of the Universe', and I am here to take you to see the Buddha of the West, Namo Amitabha."