Transmigration with Cheat Codes - Chapter 214

[Chapter 215 Chapter 215]

When Meng Jintang left Jianjing, Wen Feiqiong accompanied her. The two of them went to Jinghua Temple as their first stop. Before visiting, Wen Feiqiong was rare and polite and asked someone to send a post there.

From this point of view, the relationship between the owner of Sanhua and Jinghua Temple should be really good after becoming a monk.

Sanhuafang has been passed down for many years and has properties in various places. Wen Feiqiong randomly assigned someone to run errands. As for Meng Jintang, she sent a letter in advance before arriving.

Among the three sects, Jinghua Temple has the most lay disciples. Although it is a pure place for Buddhism, it is very lively at the foot of the mountain. In addition to ordinary people, there are also many warriors. Meng Jintang did not put on his hat today. That’s it. She calmly passed by passers-by, and others could not detect her traces.

When he arrived at the mountain gate, Meng Jintang deliberately got out of the state of being connected to heaven and earth. A Zhike monk came over, pronounced the name of the Buddha, ushered the people into the hall, and then whispered: “Donor Wen, how dare you pretend to be the King of Yezhou today?” ?”

Meng Jintang paused and smiled: “So what if I pretend to be her?”

When the Zhike monk heard this, he looked up at Meng Jintang with an admiring look, “You are less afraid of death.”

Pei Xiangzhou was also in the temple at this time. Hearing that foreign visitors were visiting, he came over to meet him. Before he saw the person, he already felt the familiar sword intent. He stepped forward and bowed slightly, saying: “Master Meng. ”

“…”

As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone else could do anything, the kind-hearted Zhike monk from before had already shown a stiff look like “It turns out I am not afraid of death.”

——Between Senior Brother Pei seeing the wrong person and his own blindness, Zhike Monk chose the outcome that was likely to result in being beaten by the King of Yezhou.

Meng Jintang smiled and nodded: “Brother Pei.”

Pei Xiangzhou glanced at the ashen-faced Zhike monk and already guessed the cause and effect. He said apologetically: “This junior brother did not mean to offend. In fact, Brother Wen of Sanhuafang also said that he would come to the temple today, so he mistakenly identified Master Meng with him.” Confusion.”

Meng Jintang raised his hand and pointed at the young novice monk in the distance, and smiled: “Mr. Wen, isn’t he over there?”

The novice monk she pointed at wore his hat very tightly. Pei Xiangzhou didn’t realize it before, but after being reminded by Meng Jintang, he instantly understood that it was Wen Feiqiong’s way of covering up that he had not shaved.

Now that it had been exposed, Wen Feiqiong did not hide the truth and walked over with a smile: “Brother Pei.”

Pei Xiangzhou: “…”

Therefore, Junior Brother Zhike Monk just now actually guessed something right, that is, Qingqingjian himself has indeed arrived, and he has indeed stood up to others. The other party, while ensuring that the general direction was OK, deviated slightly from the correct choice in the result. Answer.

The abbot of Jinghua Temple knew Meng Jintang’s intention to come. After inviting the two of them to sit down inside, they chatted for a few words and then ordered the disciples in the temple to take out a scroll of scriptures.

This volume of scriptures was left by the founder of the Jinghua Temple sect. In his later years, this patriarch’s understanding of Buddhism and martial arts had reached a very deep level. Therefore, although the content of this volume of scriptures is ordinary, it is very important for practicing martial arts. For people, they can gain insights into martial arts by inferring the true meaning of their strokes.

The abbot of Jinghua Temple left the scriptures to the two of them, then stood up and left. Meng Jintang said that he had doubts in his heart and wanted to seek answers, but at their level, it was difficult for experts at their level to find breakthroughs through teaching and asking questions. The other party’s behavior , just what she wanted.

Wen Feiqiong suddenly said: “Master brought me to Jinghua Temple before to copy this scripture.”

Meng Jintang felt slightly surprised when he heard this: “Why, has Mr. Cui ever left Vimo City in recent years?”

Wen Feiqiong replied: “Master just doesn’t travel much in the world anymore. As for leaving the city or not, it’s not something worthy of special attention for the master.”

Meng Jintang picked up the scripture on the table and opened it gently. She didn’t know much about the scriptures, but she could clearly feel the sense of harmony between the words – “impeccable” is usually used Words to describe martial arts moves, but she actually got similar feelings in this scripture.

After a while, Meng Jintang slowly closed the scripture and asked, “How was your master’s copying performance back then?”

Wen Feiqiong replied: “I have copied it twice in total. The first time I was unable to start writing. After the second copying, the paper was all broken where I started writing.”

Meng Jintang nodded slightly, opened the ink, studied the words in the scriptures, and copied them word for word.

The same goes for Wen Feiqiong. As a treasure handed down from Jinghua Temple to this day, this sutra is indeed unique. The first time he was affected by the true meaning of the writer, he was unable to write it. The second time, although he was able to resist it, the power leaked out unconsciously. , the pen failed to write the book, and it was not until this time that I could finally start copying calmly.

Meng Jintang only copied a few pages every day. Although she was looking at the text in the scriptures, her handwriting did not have any Buddhist atmosphere. Although he was a person specializing in fingering techniques, after reading it, he felt that he had a clear understanding in his heart.

Both the leader of Hanshan and the young master of Vimal City are well-known figures in the world. They arrived at the same time, so Jinghua Temple naturally treated them as a landlord and hosted them for a few days.

After Meng Jintang finished copying scriptures every day, he would wander around the temple. In addition to the front hall for entertaining foreign guests, there is also a large field behind the temple where the disciples of the temple will work. Some people who live nearby can also visit from the temple. Rent some fields to farm.

She slowly climbed up the tall building and saw from a distance in the courtyard behind, a young disciple of Jinghua Temple wearing a cloth shirt was reading scriptures. Where the other person had not noticed, a little girl was walking over quietly, and then through the wall , throwing a black shadow.

The black shadow just happened to fall on the arms of the young disciple of Jinghua Temple. It turned out to be a hanging wild fruit. He put down the book very naturally, stood up, walked to the well, washed and peeled the fruit, and handed it to him through the fence. Outside.

“Silly monk, don’t give them all to me, keep some for a taste!”

The young disciple from Jinghua Temple sighed and said, “I’m not a young monk yet.”

The little girl outside smiled and said, “I heard from my parents that you will always be a monk in the future.”

The young disciple inside shook his head: “Senior brothers have said that people in the temple do not have to be tonsured.”

This little disciple was considered the next generation of Pei Xiangzhou and others. Because he had a Buddhist heart at a young age, he was taken in to teach him. When the disciples who came and went saw the two children talking and playing, they just smiled and passed by.

Meng Jintang was once curious about how Jinghua Temple guides the emotions of its talented disciples, but the answer he received was “let nature take its course.” www.

They have adopted many children, but they do not require those children to be ordained when they grow up. When the disciples in the temple are growing, they eat light food, but they do not avoid meat.

The sunshine in late autumn and early winter was still warm. The leader of Hanshan, dressed in green, stood on top of a tall building and looked down.

Wen Feiqiong stood diagonally behind Meng Jintang, looking forward quietly, his eyes like white water. Pei Xiangzhou noticed the two people and was a little surprised for a moment – Wen Feiqiong acted erratically, even if he stood facing each other, he didn’t know who he was. Did he notice the person in his eyes? But at this moment, Pei Xiangzhou could clearly see that the person he was looking at was the leader of the Hanshan Sect, Meng.

After finally finishing copying the scriptures, Meng Jintang said goodbye and left.

Zhi Ke Monk sent her to the door, looked around and said, “Did Young Master Wen take the first step?”

Meng Jintang stopped, looked at him with a half-smile, and said slowly: “Probably not.”

When the guest monk heard this, he was startled and laughed: “I can’t always hide it from the eyes and ears of the master.”

Pei Xiangzhou sighed silently. Although the atmosphere inside Jinghua Temple has always been relatively relaxed and he was willing to receive the young master of Vimo City, he still secretly hoped that the other party would leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, he couldn’t bear it every time he came into contact with his fellow disciples. Try to figure out whether the other person is actually you.

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Traveling with Wen Feiqiong is a relatively novel thing. Although Meng Jintang has known him for a long time, it is still difficult to guess which face this person will use when he goes out every day.

Normally, Wen Feiqiong can pretend to be a stranger, but Meng Jintang’s existence has added a little variable to this matter – in recent days, Wen Feiqiong has stuck on her face every day for some unknown reason. , are all low-grade Yi/Rong masks made by the leader of Hanshan.

Meng Jintang didn’t think much of it when she was painting, but after the mask was put into use, the flaws on it became a bit obvious. Before Wen Feiqiong went out, she looked at him for a long time, then pushed him back to the chair, and made two strokes to avoid eyebrow distortion. Looks too stiff.

There is a row of brushes of various sizes on the table. The paint on the brush tip is called “Minghu Qingdai”, which is a specialty of Weimo City.

Wen Feiqiong raised her face slightly and felt a cool touch gently sweep across her brow bone.

Mr. Wen of Weimo City was born with a handsome appearance. It was more laborious to pretend to be mediocre than to look good.

Meng Jintang looked at his results for a long time, and finally shook his head regretfully: “It’s still a bit unnatural.”

Wen Feiqiong smiled: “When I disguise myself, I will deliberately adjust the bone shape so that it fits the mask better.”

——Ordinary people are easy to look like. Even if they hold a mask made by a top expert, their choice of face shape is limited. Vimal City disciples rely on the secret of shrinking bones to find a new way, so they can dress up perfectly.

Meng Jintang looked at Wen Feiqiong’s face and suddenly said: “After visiting the martial arts seniors, where will you go next?”

Traveling to the present, Meng Jintang has a wide range of contacts in the world. The degree of closeness to others varies depending on the distance between them. Generally speaking, she will not cross the social distance at will, but Wen Feiqiong’s personal style is too erratic. , from the beginning, it was difficult for Meng Jintang to completely treat him as an enemy, but he was not entirely like a friend.

No one other than a teacher would ever ask where he was going in such a natural tone. Wen Feiqiong was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he calmly said: “I don’t know now.”

Meng Jintang did not continue to ask. Her eyes stopped at Wen Feiqiong’s eyebrows. She still felt that the mask looked stiff, so she simply raised her hand and took off the disguise on Wen Feiqiong’s face again.

Wen Feiqiong sat on the chair and watched the leader of Hanshan, who was dressed in green in front of him, leaning down slightly. The other person’s fingers were on his chin and the side of his face. Her neck and throat were within the reach of her fingers.

Even if Vimo City’s Qing Gong was unpredictable, if Meng Jintang made a sudden attack, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed.

What’s more, it has been many days since the two left Jinghua Temple. Others didn’t know that Wen Feiqiong was still with the head of Hanshan. Even if the other party really killed the ruthless sword, others would feel sad to trouble her.

Meng Jintang looked at the young master in front of him, and his thoughts suddenly moved – with Wen Feiqiong’s temperament, no one would be surprised if he gave her a blow, but if she sat quietly in front of her like this, no matter what She wrote and acted, exposing all the vital points calmly, and it seemed very natural.

The tip of the pen landed on Wen Feiqiong’s brow bone again, then gradually went down, and then stopped. He heard the person in front of him laugh and say: “Mr. Wen, close your eyes.”

Wen Feiqiong closed his eyes as instructed and allowed the leader of Hanshan to smear it on his face.

Meng Jintang looked at the extraordinary young master of Vimal City in front of him. Perhaps it was because of the mental skills he cultivated. Most of the young masters had outstanding looks, and Wen Feiqiong was especially suave and elegant. She had known about this for a long time, but it was rare to see her like now. Take this opportunity to carefully observe his appearance.

The tip of the pen swept gently, it was softer than feathers, with a bit of coolness on it, and her fingertips were also cool.[End of this Chapter.]