Chapter 83 Questioning

Master Wu Jing?

Hearing this name, Meng Qi was startled and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, because Wu Jing was the Master of the Discipline Hall!

He was the youngest of the Wu generation, but his cultivation was extraordinary, not much worse than the masters of the Dharma and Bodhi academies, and he was also a famous figure on the Earth List. Moreover, he hated evil and hated evil, was observant, and did not indulge or compromise. He was the most feared monk in the temple.

The Master of the Discipline Hall had to personally come out to answer my question. Could it be that they suspected me of something?

While Meng Qi was in doubt, the door of the Zen room opened with the wind. Zhen Miao walked in first, followed by Xuan Kong, who had a sinister appearance and temperament. Then they stood on both sides to welcome a monk in a yellow monk's robe and a red cassock.

This monk was about forty years old, with a bronze complexion, ordinary facial features, and a sharp face.

As the head of the Discipline Hall, he was not like the other sects’ Punishment Hall masters who were unconsciously fierce, but calm and reserved, never smiling, only his eyes were sharp and cold.

“This is the head of the Discipline Hall, Wu Jing.” Zhen Miao introduced Meng Qi and Zhen Hui.

After paying homage, Meng Qi immediately felt Wu Jing’s eyes looking back and forth between him and Zhen Hui, like a sword piercing through the body, like the sun shining on the snow, making him feel that his inner secrets were all seen through.

Wu Jing retracted his gaze, stared into Meng Qi’s eyes, and whispered:

“Zhen Ding, where did you learn the ‘Ananda Breaking the Discipline Sword Technique’?”

“Ah?” Meng Qi was shocked, and a storm was set off in his heart. He couldn’t believe that a seemingly ordinary wound would reveal this secret.

Xuankong looked back at Wujing and saw him nod slightly, so he turned to look at Meng Qi and said seriously: "How can a frog in a well know the vastness of the world? The divine eye and divine ear are not just rumors!"

"You put a knife on Zhenchang without any disguise. How can the chief monk not see that it is the first move of the 'Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique', 'Severing Pureness'?"

"Tell me the truth, where did you learn the 'Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique'? Did you team up with Zhenchang and Zhenyong to steal the scriptures, and then turn against each other because of unfair distribution of accounts? Did you hide the copy of the "Yi Jin Jing"?"

A series of questions seemed to explode in Meng Qi's heart. He still underestimated Shaolin, which was suppressed by the Dharma masters, and acted too carelessly!

"I, I..." Meng Qi's mind turned rapidly, looking for excuses and reasons. After all, the danger of the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" was like a thorn in his side, and he couldn't answer truthfully.

"Brother, I learned it after I saw Master practicing the 'Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique' by chance." At this time, Zhenhui next to him said calmly, as if he didn't know the seriousness of the matter and was not afraid at all.

"See it by chance?" Xuankong asked word by word, and then sneered, "Who can see others practicing swords by chance and realize the true meaning and master a peak-level sword technique in the outer scene?"

To be able to hurt Zhenchang, who has achieved the minor success of "Arhat Subduing Demons Divine Art" and "Prajna Palm", Zhending must have realized the true meaning of "breaking purity".

Zhenmiao next to him heard about this for the first time, and looked at Meng Qi in shock. No wonder he could hurt Zhenchang! But the "Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique" is a secret book inheritance. He can realize the true meaning in such a short time, and his talent in swordsmanship is also amazing!

Meng Qi had been on the brink of life and death before, and had encountered danger several times. He quickly suppressed his fear and said with courage: "First Master, Uncle Xuanku, the fact is indeed so. I may have a connection with the 'Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique'. After accidentally encountering Master practicing swordsmanship, I realized the true meaning of the world is like a furnace, forging my Buddha heart when I was practicing the Golden Bell Cover in the stupa."

To be honest, if it were me, I would not believe Zhenmiao's explanation, but I could only argue at this time.

"What is the connection between practicing the Golden Bell Cover and the 'Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique'?" Xuankong's face was full of disbelief.

Wujing hummed lightly: "How did you realize it?"

Meng Qi quickly described the situation in detail, because it was a personal experience, so it was particularly detailed.

When he spoke, Wujing seemed to have golden pupils in the depths of his eyes, staring at his eyes.

When he finished, Wu Jing nodded slowly: "This is your real experience of realizing the truth, but you are lying about the sword practice you saw by chance. No one can realize the truth by just watching the sword technique once."

He said it with certainty, and I don't know whether it was based on common sense or he saw Meng Qi lying by using his magical power just now.

"Master, it is true." Meng Qi didn't dare to look Wu Jing in the eye.

Wu Jing was silent for a while. Just when Meng Qi thought he was going to torture himself with magical powers or kung fu similar to "Thirteen Soul Searching Hands", he suddenly spoke: "The truth of the matter has been determined long ago, and it cannot be excused by quibbling. You follow me to the Great Hall of the Buddha and face the questioning of the abbot and other elders. Along the way, think carefully, put down the butcher knife, and you will become a Buddha on the spot."

After speaking, he turned and walked out the door, and at this time Xuan Kong's sinister face showed a smug smile, as if you really have a problem.

Facing Wu Jing, who was also a first-class figure in the outdoor scene, Meng Qi dared not resist or escape, so he had to restrain his mood and followed him, comforting himself that matters related to the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation would not be discovered by the Sky Eye and others. As for the collusion with Zhen Yong and Zhen Chang, he had a clear conscience and was not afraid of supernatural powers or unique skills!

Zhen Hui followed him stupidly, not noticing that Wu Jing was only asking Meng Qi.

The night breeze was slightly cool, Meng Qi walked slowly, his mind gradually settled, and he eliminated fear and panic.

At this moment, Wu Jing in front of him suddenly turned back and looked at him, as if he had noticed the change in his state.

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In the main hall, Meng Qi first met the legendary "Dragon-Subduing Arhat" Abbot Kongwen.

His face was pale gold, his white eyebrows were long and drooping, his face was gaunt, he wore a string of dark Buddhist beads on his chest, and held a nine-ring staff in his hand, full of the meaning of transcendence.

Meng Qi knew very few monks in the hall who were wearing red cassocks, only the head of the Bodhi Temple Wusi, the elders Wuxiang, Wude, and his own master Xuanbei.

After paying homage to the abbot, Wujing told the whole story, including his judgment that Meng Qi was lying through his magical powers.

Elders and heads such as Wuxiang and Wude nodded one after another, believing Wujing's words. Even if Bodhidharma returned from Nirvana, before achieving the Dharma body, it would be impossible for him to understand the true meaning of swordsmanship by accidentally seeing others demonstrate it.

"My Buddha is compassionate and saves the world. If you sincerely repent, you will be able to eliminate your sins." Wujing turned his head and looked at Meng Qi, his eyes like lightning.

Meng Qi glanced at his master Xuan Bei, who was expressionless. Just as he was about to speak, another elder suddenly came in.

"Amitabha, report to the abbot, no copy of the Yi Jin Jing was found under the cliff of Shesheng, nor were any other secret manuals of unique skills found. Perhaps they were melted by the poison pool."

"There are poisonous creatures everywhere there, and it is a favorite place for many donors who practice poison skills. We let it go, and only advised them to kill less, but never drove them away." Wu Si, the head of the Bodhi Courtyard, who had fallen eyebrows and beard and looked like a dead tree, said calmly.

Meng Qi heard clearly what he meant, that it might be that an outdoor expert who practiced poison skills received a "gift package from heaven."

"Amitabha, Wu Ding, take ten elders to ask those donors." Abbot Kong Wen said calmly.

Wu Ding, the head of the Miscellaneous Courtyard, also belonged to the Reception Courtyard and the Miscellaneous Courtyard.

Xuan Kong suddenly spoke at this time: "Abbot, elders, it may be that the package did not fall off the cliff."

He meant that Meng Qi was hiding.

"Zhen Ding, where did you learn the 'Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique'?" Wu Jing asked again, with a bit more severity, "Did the Yi Jin Jing really fall down?"

The situation of not being able to find the copy of the Yi Jin Jing made Meng Qi subconsciously sweat. Could it be that he could not get rid of the injustice?

He calmed down and said in a series of stern, indifferent or kind eyes: "Abbot, elders, the Yi Jin Jing did fall down."

"Then where did you learn the 'Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique'? Monks do not tell lies!" Wu Jing became more and more severe.

Meng Qi's heartbeat quickened. He didn't know whether to insist or make up another excuse. A layer of white sweat broke out on his palms.

Under such pressure, he had to be nervous.

Just as he gritted his teeth and prepared to find another excuse, he suddenly saw Master Xuanbei walked out of the elders' team and bowed frankly in front of Abbot Kongwen:

"Disciple knows the crime. Disciple privately taught Zhen Ding the 'Ananda Breaking Precepts Sword Technique'."