"Senior brother..."

"Huh? What's the matter, what's wrong with you? I'll tell you, if we hadn't finished picking up all the water today.

After all, today is the big day of our Shaolin Temple, and those young heroines and heroines, one by one, look at the fireworks in the world, and their foreheads with long nostrils are full of grandeur, like gods. Actually, which one is not going to poop and pee? Three meals a day, eating and drinking, etc., which one can be missing?

In case we are careless, we harsh the water source of those "proud sons of heaven". The shame of Shaolin Temple is small, and Uncle Xuanxin doesn't know how to scold us. Hearing his junior brother's inquiry again, Meng Qi didn't reply to the road.

"Hehehe...... Zhen Hui unexpectedly began with this embarrassing laugh, "Senior brother, do you say that the martial arts cultivated by the 'True Disciples' of those various sects are powerful?" Is there a great 'Divine Palm' of our Shaolin Temple? I heard Uncle Xuanxin say that our abbot is in the rivers and lakes, and people send bandits to 'descend the dragon Arhat'. Are the true disciples of those sects also spicy? ”

"Uh...... My junior brother is so stupid and naïve, what should I do... And there are so many slots in this, so many that I can't spit it out, what should I do..."Meng Qi couldn't help but roll his eyes again, and he was completely desperate for his little junior brother's IQ.

What kind of character is the abbot of his own house, the third on the heavenly list, and the master of the Dharma body.

What are the so-called pride of heaven who came to their Shaolin Temple to communicate?

Although Uncle Xuanxin has always been vague about the realm of their martial arts cultivators, he has not said anything so far. But Meng Qi just thought with his toes, and he also knew that the distance between the two of them was like clouds!

After Meng Qi crossed into this world, although he was confined to the Shaolin Temple, he never went out. But the deacon of their miscellaneous service house, Uncle Xuanxin, is a well-known big-mouthed girl, and he likes to pull a group of bald heads in their entire miscellaneous service house to blow the big conch when he has nothing to do.

Although Meng Qi knew Xuanxin's words, most of them were bragging, but he couldn't stand the monk's extensive knowledge. So dragging his blessing, Meng Qi finally has a little understanding of this world.

In this world, there are many martial arts sects, and there are many sects, and their number is brilliant and complicated, like the number of stars in the nine heavens, and there is no accurate number at all.

But when it comes to those who can hold martial arts, there are only four temples of Buddhism, three Taoist sects, six sword-wielding factions, six worldly masters, nine demons, fourteen families, and six foreign masters who are not visible in the rivers and lakes at all.

Those who can come to their Shaolin Temple today for martial arts exchanges naturally belong to one of the above forces, or simply the forces second only to those parties.

Of course, like the imperial dynasty, the children of the family have always been at odds with the people of their sect, and such a grand event will not come at all.

If it is said that those young talents can overpower the new generation recently cultivated by their Shaolin Temple, this is what Meng Qi believes.

But to say that they can face the abbot of Kongwen is simply a joke in the world, and they are not even qualified to make people laugh when they say it.

Do you really think that you are the reincarnation of an innate deity, and you can be a Dharma body as soon as you are born? Don't dream, how can there be such a good thing in the world?

Do you really think that you have been ordained by the First Generation?

When Meng Qi filled the water tank one by one, it was already close to noon, and it was another mess of miscellaneous things, and it was already evening.

Until the evening, Meng Qi and the others saw Zhenyan, Zhenyi and others coming back, their faces were excited, and they exchanged with each other endlessly, all of them were telling the lively scene of today's martial arts exchange meeting.

Listening to the excitement of a few people on the side, they simply forgot that they were just miscellaneous servants of the Shaolin Temple, and they couldn't figure out that the encounter between this life and these proud sons of heaven was just this time.

In such a scene, Meng Qi, who only saw the side, sighed with emotion, and even the kung fu of building a foundation in a hundred days was grinded out in the miscellaneous courtyard for more than half a year. But no one informed him to leave the courtyard.

And he will only have one set of "Luohan Boxing" so far, in addition, Shaolin Temple just ignores himself, and there is no one who even asks a little about the progress of martial arts.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the Shaolin Temple deliberately forgot about their miscellaneous courtyard.

"Could it be that I really achieved the top achievement of a sweeping monk for many years, and then after inheriting eight years of sweeping experience, I was kicked out of the temple by Shaolin and made a living by sweeping the floor in front of my house?"

Anyway, at this moment, Meng Qi saw the possibility of his future, and he was really desperate for Shaolin, and countless thoughts rose and fell in his heart, and he even forgot about the matter of preparing to take the metal foil and ask Uncle Xuanxin in the morning.

I don't know how long it has been, and Meng Qifang fell asleep.

The moonlight was as deep as water, shining on him, as if a veil was covering him. In a trance, the little jade Buddha on his chest revealed a coolness, confused, and in the clouds, it seemed that he was about to change the world.

"What ...... is this" Meng Qi suddenly jumped up.

But as soon as I came back to my senses, there was a square paved with stones similar to white marble. The center is empty, surrounded by statues of dragons, phoenixes, Kui Niu, Pixiu and other fairy birds and beasts, and nothing else. Meng raised his eyes and saw all this, stunned, and suddenly like a dream.

But before he could come back to his senses, there were already all kinds of "zizi" in his ears...... Zizi "is like the old-fashioned sound of electricity, and in an instant his eyes are blurred, as if a rainbow flashes.

In the blink of an eye, from the pocket of his sleeve monk's robe, a thin sheet of metal burst into a faint light, cold and quiet.

"Huh? This is? Before Meng Qi could react, an emotionless voice sounded in his ears: "The Universal Knowledge Sphere responds to the host response, and the number is activated." ”

"It is detecting and scanning the rules of heaven and earth, matching the language and habit patterns in the universe, please be patient."

"Zizi... Zizi... Scanned to the current point in time, chaotic error, unable to contact the main timeline, unable to connect to the "Cause of Effects", unable to contact the "Ten Thousand Worlds Navigation" ......"

"Zizizi...... Started to activate the "Tianzun" backup plan...... Build a small causal anchor based on yourself...... Causal anomalies are anchored. World Info Matching Complete... The current point-in-time scan determines... The timeline is #¢♀, the location is anchored successfully, and the location is α & D......, now users can use this product at will..."

"Whew... Is this my legendary golden finger? … But could it be a little more reliable? Meng Qi blinked, looking at the series of garbled characters in front of her, and suddenly felt as if she was using a fake and shoddy defective product.

In other words, in these years, does Goldfinger also have counterfeit and shoddy products? This is too bad and unreliable, right......

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find the land, Meng Qi himself would have a heart to point at the maker and scold him wildly. Is this the rhythm of OCD to death?

"What is this place?"

In the square, there are others. Suddenly, one after another, or inquiry, or hurried, or flat, or angry voices rang out in the square

Meng Qi raised his head a little dazedly, and happened to see a goose yellow neon dress, and then in a blink of an eye, he saw a heroic girl who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but he couldn't see a little immature. The man with a bright face, big eyebrows and big eyes, and black hair was simply pulled up, and he was draped down softly, which made people's hearts break.

Ignorant and incomprehensible, Meng Qi rubbed his shiny bald head, and smiled shyly at the girl in the goose yellow dress.

"Little monk, what are you looking at......"