Transmigration with Cheat Codes - Chapter 210

[Chapter 211 Chapter 211]

Although the calligraphy and paintings are hung high, for martial arts masters, they can only be touched by raising their hands.

Meng Jintang also heard the attendants in Uncle Kaiquan’s Mansion chatting about the old lady’s past on the road. He was a little concerned about it, so he took down the words “Luo Zi Wu Regrets” and found a note hidden behind it.

The edge of the note has long been yellowed and the texture is fragile. It is obviously an old thing from a long time ago.

Shiro and his wife went to Huguo Temple with their friends, but disappeared without a trace.

——The fourth son of the Song family is Meng Jintang’s biological father.

In this sentence, the words “Huguo Temple” were circled with a red pen. Meng Jintang watched for a moment and then hung the words again.

Her movements were light, and her level was on par with the peerless masters like the owner of Sang Yiming’s Sanhua. Even if she walked past the people in Kaiquan Bo’s Mansion, they wouldn’t be able to notice her.

When Meng Jintang came out, Wen Feiqiong was nowhere to be found.

The sunset glow in the sky is like blood, and the color is so rich that it is difficult to dissolve. On the eastern horizon, a quarter moon rises quietly. @ infinite good writing, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Meng Jintang glanced at the sky and felt that it would be very late today before he could return to Bai Fengwu.

From a geographical point of view, she is currently located quite close to the center of Jianjing. No matter how sparse Kaiquan Bofu is, she has a title at least. The people around her are either rich or noble. To put it broadly, compared with the popular town town Guogong Mansion is also in the same community.

As for the location of Huguo Temple, it is much higher.

Many people know that a fire suddenly broke out in the Huguo Temple some time ago. Fortunately, the monks in the temple saved it in time and did not cause any big trouble. They only burned some Buddhist scriptures in the temple.

The monks in the temple were doing evening classes. No one noticed that a green figure stood quietly on the wall.

Meng Jintang closed her eyes slightly. She recalled her feelings when she first watched “The Art of Mending the Sky”. She connected her mind to the heaven and earth, and her spiritual awareness gradually spread. Not to mention the sound of the monks talking around her, and even the sound of insects and ants crawling across the grass. It can be collected into the ears.

Suddenly, the man in green on the wall opened his eyes, and his robe sleeves fluttered gently, like a gust of wind, or like a piece of catkins blown by the wind, moving lightly and quickly through the silent courtyards one after another.

In the corner of Huguo Temple, there is an abandoned Zen room.

The dim firelight leaked quietly from the broken window paper.

An oil lamp was placed on the table. Through the not-so-bright light, one could clearly see that an old monk with white beard and hair was sitting in the meditation room.

Opposite the old monk, a man in green clothes stood far away.

– This old monk is the abbot of Huguo Temple. He sits in meditation in a humble room all year round. Even the disciples in the temple, few people know that he is here.

The old monk who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed suddenly sighed and slowly opened his eyes: Why did Master Meng come here?

——Although he had never met the famous King of Yezhou, the abbot of Huguo Temple confirmed Meng Jintang’s identity the moment she entered the Zen room.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled and said calmly: I look at the courtyards in the temple as if I were looking at palm prints, but this is the only place that is not very clear, so I came here to have a look.

The old monk said: With the temperament of Master Meng, I don’t think he would come to the door without any reason.

The man in Tsing Yi said politely: “What the abbot said is true. I shouldn’t have come so rashly today. It’s just that I have a difficult matter in my mind that I urgently need the abbot to clear up.”

The old monk sighed again, but did not ask her what the difficult matter was. He said directly: “Every cause will lead to a result, everything is predestined… That’s all. As long as the master can accept the poor monk’s three moves, he will naturally know everything.”

Meng Jintang glanced at the old monk and smiled: Just as the abbot said.

The old monk stood up from the futon, pronounced the Buddha’s name, clasped his hands together, and bowed slowly.

This move is called Burning Incense and Worshiping the Buddha. The name is extremely polite. The reason why the abbot of Huguo Temple used this move is because he respects Meng Jintang as the leader of the sect. Many disciples who practice martial arts only regard this move as simple and useless. No matter how hard you study it, only a few people know that burning incense and worshiping the Buddha is an excellent skill that uses the internal energy to injure the enemy. If your skill has not reached a high level, you will not be able to understand the description of the move.

The oil lamp was placed on the table, and the light burned quietly, as if solidified. A few shabby curtains hung motionlessly on the wall. The abbot of Huguo Temple completed his move, and even the dust accumulated on the ground was not disturbed. Well, if someone were watching from the side, they would not be able to see what was going on in the meditation room.

The monk’s energy avoided the oil lamp, the curtain, and even the dust, and was directed towards the man in Tsing Yi opposite him. Meng Jintang felt as if there was an invisible wall of air pressing against him, as dense as a net. There was no way to avoid it, so she remained calm and lowered her sleeves.

The blue robe fluttered slightly in the wind, then stopped.

The Qi energy of both sides touched silently in the air, and immediately dispersed like sand in the wind.

The old monk smiled slightly and praised: What an amazing “Fu Lu Hand”. Then he bent up three fingers, held the incense with one move, and pressed it towards the opponent. The strength on these three fingers were different. The yin one was cold to the bones, the yang one was as strong as flowing flames. The yin and yang work together. The end is Extremely powerful.

——The master of the Tianxia Pavilion once wanted to achieve such a state, but unfortunately he never succeeded until his death. Unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary old monk actually had such a level of cultivation. @ infinite good writing, all in Jinjiang Literature City

The force came straight at her. As long as Meng Jintang exited the meditation room, she would naturally be unable to be hit. However, in a match between masters, they had agreed to take the next three moves. If she actively chose to dodge, she would naturally be considered a loser.

Meng Jintang found out that the old monk’s fingers were strong and powerful. He would not retreat but advance. Using his callus fingers as a sword, he used the snow-breaking style in “The Fighting Chamber Sword Technique” to point out that no matter how the opponent’s finger strength varied, he could only use a simple A sword corresponds.

The Yin pole generates Yang, and the Yang pole generates Yin. In just one move, she seemed to have gained another understanding of the Ming Yi Heart Sutra.

The flame on the oil lamp trembled violently.

From the moment they started to the present, in just a few moments, the abbot of the Huguo Temple and the leader of the Hanshan Sect had already exchanged two moves. Although the time was short, the danger was no less dangerous than the battle with Li Feiru in the ruined temple that day.

@ infinite good writing, all in Jinjiang Literature City

The old monk glanced at Meng Jintang and suddenly punched out two punches, one at the top and one at the bottom. The two fists were stacked and struck back and forth, which were the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Subduing postures in the Arhat Divine Fist.

Until this moment, the abbot of Huguo Temple had always behaved in an easy-going and polite manner, without revealing his murderous intentions. Now, the wind of his fists suddenly showed an indescribable explosiveness. Before his fists even reached his body, Meng Jintang could already feel the strength in his fists. The force comes with great force, like rain and thunder.

The figure in Tsing Yi refused to retreat. He turned his palms and took the old monk’s move. For a moment, the strong zhenqi continued to rotate with the two people as the center of the circle. But strangely, it did not expand outwards, but continued to move towards Internal contraction.

The abbot’s true energy was like a wave, and the leader of Hanshan’s true energy was like a dam. The waves kept hitting the dam. When the momentum became stronger and stronger, a strong counter-shock force suddenly came from the dam. , the tide could not break through the dam and immediately poured back towards the road it came from.

At the moment when the true energy flowed back into his heart, the old monk had closed his eyes and waited for death, but all the tide seemed to evaporate in an instant and became traceless, making him feel a sense of emptiness that he could not rely on.

Meng Jintang swayed slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: “Huguo Temple is indeed worthy of its reputation.”

The old monk was speechless, and after a moment he said: Since ancient times, heroes have been born in youth, and they are truly formidable.

——The abbot of Huguo Temple just now did not intend to kill suddenly, but in fact he wanted to use Meng Jintang’s hand to kill him at his neck. Even if King Yezhou acted ten times more tyrannically, if he accidentally killed the abbot of Huguo Temple, he would most likely be killed. also

I’m sorry to continue to cause trouble to the monks.

Meng Jintang gave him a warning look and said with a smile: Although I am not talented, since I am here, I can’t let the master have an accident and alarm the eminent monks in the temple.

The old monk sighed a few times: I guess it was God’s will. He also said, Master Meng, please sit down. What you want to ask is about the old events during the Jianjing Rebellion?

Meng Jintang’s eyes moved slightly and said: Master, please speak.

More than ten years ago, great turmoil suddenly occurred in Jianjing. Many people from the Jianghu infiltrated into the city, burning, killing and looting everywhere. There are different opinions on this matter. Some people think that Dupo Kingdom sent people to make trouble, while Dupo Kingdom sent people to make trouble. Bian said that it was Daxia’s own people who caused the chaos.

That night Jianjing almost turned into a sea of fire, and many people ran to Huguo Temple for help.

Although the abbot of Huguo Temple was a monk, he saw the suffering of the people and was angered by King Ming. He immediately picked up his Zen staff and fought with people outside for several times. When he came back, he heard from the disciples in the temple that there were several young people Come to him and say that you have something extremely important to discuss.

Knowing that the abbot was not here, the monk Zhike took the people to the Zen room to sit temporarily. Because there were too many people who came to seek refuge that day, there were not enough manpower in the temple, so no one was around to serve tea.

After the old abbot came back, he immediately went to look for someone, but there was no one in the Zen room.

It didn’t rain that day, but the ground was a little damp.

The scriptures on the shelf were arranged neatly, and the tabletop was smooth, as if someone had carefully wiped it.

The old abbot didn’t notice anything wrong at first, until he opened the secret room in the Zen room and found that there was a little bit of blood in it that was not easy to detect.

——This secret room was not built to store valuables, but was built for retreat. The abbot of Huguo Temple did the entire process himself due to his spiritual practice. This secret room was not completed long ago, and only one person knew about it except himself.

Speaking of this, Meng Jintang had already sketched a picture in his mind: the young people who got the news that day were waiting in the meditation room, but suddenly a person came outside. This person could not let the young people tell the story, so he They killed and silenced everyone.

The man was very suspicious. In addition to removing all traces in the meditation room, he was also worried that there would be any omissions. Before leaving, he opened the secret room to check it and brought a trace of blood in.

There was silence in the meditation room.

After a long time, the man in green raised his head and said softly: Is that the Duke of Zhenguo?

The old monk remained silent and nodded after a moment.

The good relationship between the abbot of Huguo Temple and Zhenguo Gong was well known in Jianjing.

Meng Jintang: I would like to ask the abbot, but what clues have fallen into the hands of Duke Zhenguo?

The old monk said in a seductive voice: Although it was said that the family members were cut off from each other, they were still blood relatives. Lao Ana’s lay sister suddenly disappeared one day.

I didn’t even ask how Meng Jintang guessed that there was a clue, because the matter was already very obvious – since they knew that Duke Zhen Guo was close to the abbot of Huguo Temple, how could these young people have the courage to go to Duke Zhen Guo’s friends for help? ?

The answer can only be that they suddenly learned a secret and understood that their relationship was not as it was said outside.

Meng Jintang: Duke Zhenguo took your sister away to threaten the abbot?

Old monk: Of course he didn’t say it directly. He only said that he would investigate carefully for me. Every few days, he would always find some traces. But later on

He never finished his words, but Meng Jintang already understood what the abbot of Huguo Temple meant – later on, those traces obviously became less credible. The other party guessed that something more serious might have happened to his sister, but there was no evidence. , I don’t want to believe it, and I hope that my sister is still alive and well, even if she is under the control of the other party.

One wrong step, one wrong step after another, the abbot of Huguo Temple’s Buddha’s heart was stained. When he guessed Meng Jintang’s intention, he really had no face to face him.

Meng Jintang nodded slightly, stood up and said, “Thank you, master, for telling me. I still have something to do, so I’ll take my leave.”

The old monk said: He has always been impeccable in his work and will never leave evidence easily.

Under the candlelight, the man in Tsing Yi smiled softly, his eyes were like cold lightning under the cliff, and said calmly: Who said I have to find evidence next time? mw, please remember:,.[End of this Chapter.]