The Fuxi Road of the Heavens Beginning from the Immortal Realm

Chapter 254 First Meeting with Meng Qi
Lotus Terrace Mountain, Shaolin Temple.

Before dawn, the melodious and deep morning bell rang, waking up the many monks in the temple.

In the servants' quarters, Meng Qi was also awakened by the morning bell and began his day as a servant monk.

While washing up, Meng Qi looked at the reflection of a twelve or thirteen-year-old monk in the water—his eyes were like ink dots, his eyebrows like distant mountains, and his features were exquisitely carved like jade. He couldn't help but admire him inwardly: 'As expected of me, he's not bad looking!'

Meng Qi was so full of praise because this was not his original body.

He was originally a model young man from a nation of big foodies on Earth. He stayed up all night watching the World Cup, and when he woke up, he found himself transported to this world.

This is a world similar to ancient martial arts, and the identity of the body he occupied when he transmigrated was not ordinary. It seemed to be the son of a marquis, and he was persecuted by some people in the marquis's mansion. He was sent to Shaolin Temple for refuge by his father, the marquis.

Meng Qi did not inherit the memories of his predecessor, nor was he aware of the specific circumstances.

But based on his years of experience reading novels and watching TV dramas, he judged that it was nothing more than the messy, trivial matters of a wealthy family, the kind that could be made into a whole TV series, and he might even be the protagonist in it.

However, none of this matters to Meng Qi now.

He has no memory of his previous life, nor does he care about the grudges of his original self.

Meng Qi's only thought now is to hone his martial arts skills at Shaolin Temple, a major martial arts sect, and then leave Shaolin to roam the martial arts world, living a life of pleasure and revenge, and becoming a famous hero.

Of course, after mastering martial arts, his first thought was to return to secular life.

In Meng Qi's mind, his future style should be that of a dashing swordsman dressed in white, with a sword as bright as light, riding a white horse, bathed in moonlight, and whose sword light chills nineteen provinces.

That would suit his current appearance!

He didn't want to spend his whole life in Shaolin Temple, living a life of quiet contemplation and becoming a true monk.

As he envisioned himself walking on water as if it were flat ground, defeating powerful enemies with a single sword strike, Meng Qi was filled with excitement, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

After a long while, noticing the strange looks from those around him, Meng Qi finally calmed his wandering thoughts and returned to reality.

No matter how wonderful the future he envisions for himself may be, he is currently just a lowly servant monk in the Shaolin Temple's miscellaneous service ward, and he still needs to work hard.

After washing up and finishing his morning prayers, Meng Qi picked up a broom and headed towards the direction of Chanxin Temple.

Chanxin Courtyard is where Shaolin Temple receives guests, and it consists of multiple courtyards.

At this moment, a thin layer of snow covered it, and the world was a vast expanse of white.

Meng Qi had no intention of appreciating the snow scene. He rolled up his sleeves and began sweeping away the remaining snow in the yard.

Just as he was cleaning a guest room, the door suddenly opened by itself without any wind, and a gentle voice came out: "Young friend, could you please clean the room?"

What a strange name!

Meng Qi instinctively muttered a complaint in his mind, but didn't say anything more, picked up the broom and headed towards the guest room.

When he reached the door and looked inside, Meng Qi froze on the spot.

His eyes reflected a smiling monk, his white robe as white as snow, his hemp shoes giving him an air of pristine detachment, as if he should not exist in this world.

Upon seeing this figure for the first time, Meng Qi's mind conjured up the image of the Buddha statue enshrined in the Mahavira Hall.

The two are completely different, even in temperament, yet Meng Qi instinctively connected them.

Shaking his head slightly to dispel the absurd thoughts that had arisen in his mind, Meng Qi felt a sense of doubt.

When did white monks' robes first appear at Shaolin Temple?

Having spent these days at Shaolin Temple, Meng Qi also figured out the details of the monks' attire.

Gray robes are worn by ordinary monks, while monks in charge of affairs in various monasteries may wear yellow robes. Abbots, heads of various monasteries, and elders wear red kasayas on top of their yellow robes.

Meng Qi had never seen anyone wearing a white monk's robe before.

It seems they are not monks from this temple.

As this thought crossed his mind, Meng Qi looked at the otherworldly figure in white monk's robes before him, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.

If one is unable to leave Shaolin Temple in the future and travels the world, dressing in the style of this eccentric monk is also feasible, at least in terms of handsomeness, he is no less dashing than a swordsman whose long sword shines like light.

Thinking of this, Meng Qi couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

He is still unsure whether he will be able to leave Shaolin in the future, but this is at least a way out.

If one truly cannot become a dashing swordsman, obtaining the title of a wondrous monk is also acceptable.

Despite a jumble of chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind, Meng Qi remained calm. He clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, picked up a broom, and began cleaning the house.

On the other side, the white-robed monk, Feng Yi, after obtaining the names and positions of Shakyamuni from the Shrouding the Heavens universe and the Buddha from the Desolate Era world, merged with the spacetime origin of this world, thereby creating a special avatar at the current point in time, named Shakyamuni.

The Buddhas of this realm have embarked on the wrong path. They have achieved the half-step Dao Fruit realm by relying on the fruit of the Jianmu tree, but they are stuck at the threshold of transcendence. They are neither able to truly transcend, nor can they freely interfere with the myriad realms, nor can they pursue the Great Dao any longer.

What He needs most right now is change, something that will allow Him to break free from His current situation.

In the original story, this Buddha made a deal with the Three Pure Ones, helping them transcend so that they could kick him down and start over when they did.

The fact that Feng Yi's clone has not experienced any other changes proves that the Buddhas of this realm are pleased to see this, so he is relieved.

In any case, these clones are only meant to attract the attention of many otherworldly beings, distract them, and make their true selves seem less special.

They've already fleeced all the Taoist masters, so adding a Buddha wouldn't be a big deal.

As thoughts raced through his mind, Feng Yi's Shakyamuni clone gazed at the little monk cleaning in front of him, his eyes gleaming with Buddhist light, his gaze becoming profound.

This young monk's identity is also not simple. He is a special self that the Demon Buddha hid in order to escape the seal. He is also the candidate of the Three Pure Ones to seek emptiness and the future second generation of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Thinking of how this brute in the original story transformed from a mortal into a being transcending the river of time and space in just a few hundred years, Feng Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including nostalgia and regret).

For ordinary cultivators, this path of seeking emptiness through reduction in the myriad heavens is truly an unparalleled opportunity to ascend to the heavens in one step.

After all, in the other realms, how could anyone achieve such a level in such a short time!

If it weren't for Feng Yi's own unusual background and the huge secrets hidden within, he would have wanted to directly inherit the legacy of a being from the other side of the heavens.

With these thoughts racing through his mind, Feng Yi smiled and said, "Thank you, young Daoist. May I ask your name?"

Meng Qi put his hands together, uttered a Buddhist chant, and said, "This humble monk is Zhen Ding."

"True determination."

Feng Yi smiled, pointed his finger, and a beam of Buddhist light directly merged into Meng Qi's brow.

Buzz

Meng Qi stood frozen in place, as if a resounding Buddhist chant, like the grandest bell, echoed in his mind, containing boundless Buddhist principles. He felt as if a vast, indescribable Buddha had appeared within his soul, filled with endless Buddhist aura.

Just seeing this giant Buddha statue gave Meng Qi a sudden, enlightening feeling, as if he had realized something.

He had encountered a reclusive master, like the sweeping monk described in novels.

I really am the protagonist!

Meng Qi's thought process instantly went off track, and his eyes revealed an expression of extreme surprise.

Before he could react, a gentle voice rang out: "Zhen Ding, this inheritance will be your reward."

'Um? '

A hint of doubt appeared in Meng Qi's eyes. The reward was too generous for simply cleaning the room.

Despite his inner grumbling, the voice seemed to contain some strange power, causing Meng Qi's body to instinctively bow and walk out of the room.

Before leaving, Meng Qi asked curiously, "May I ask how the Zen Master is addressed?"

You may call me Shakyamuni!

boom

The moment the four words "Shakyamuni" rang out, it was like a giant hammer striking Meng Qi's soul, causing him to lose his senses and unconsciously walk towards the outside world.

When Meng Qi came to his senses, he found that he had already left the Chanxin Courtyard and returned to his residence in the servants' quarters.

Shakyamuni. Shakyamuni

Meng Qi kept repeating the name, his mind trembling violently, feeling as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Meanwhile, inside the room, after Meng Qi left, Feng Yi reached out, and a beam of Buddhist light, resembling a small jade Buddha, appeared in his hand, containing a special power.

This was a special item he obtained from Meng Qi, and it was also the reason he gave Meng Qi the reward.

"Demon Buddha. Six Paths of Reincarnation Space"

As the whispers began, a faint smile appeared in Feng Yi's eyes.

In the days that followed, Meng Qi frequently went to Chanxin Temple to clean, but he never saw the white-robed monk named Shakyamuni again. He even secretly asked the monks in the temple, but none of them had ever heard of this name. It was as if everything he had experienced was just his own illusion.

However, the golden Buddha standing in his mind, his recent understanding of Buddhist scriptures, and the significant increase in his cultivation speed made Meng Qi realize that all of this was not an illusion.

A sense of doubt arose in his mind.

Is the world I've transmigrated to really just a martial arts world?

Several months passed in the blink of an eye. Shaolin Temple invited young disciples from many major martial arts sects in Southern Jin to discuss martial arts. Meng Qi also witnessed the brilliance of the outstanding young generation from various sects, and his desire for true martial arts grew stronger.

At night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight, like water, shone on Meng Qi, as if draping him in a layer of silver gauze.

Suddenly, a small jade Buddha on his chest lit up with a bluish-green color, appearing unusually eerie.

In another courtyard of Shaolin Temple, Feng Yi's eyes lit up slightly as he looked at the Buddha light in his hand that resembled a small jade Buddha.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation. I have arrived."

A soft laugh rang out, and Feng Yi's eyes shone with Buddhist light, reflecting unique causal star lines that rose from the Buddhist light in his hand and extended into the void.

Following a special causal star line, the void in front of Feng Yi became hazy. He took a step and disappeared instantly.

Meng Qi suddenly woke up from his dream. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a square paved with white marble, surrounded by statues of various mythical beasts.

Meanwhile, on this plaza, Meng Qi also saw many young disciples from major martial arts sects who had come to Shaolin Temple to discuss the Dao, such as Jiang Zhiwei from the Sword Washing Pavilion, Zhang Yuanshan from the True Martial Sect, and Qing Jing from the Xuantian Sect.

As the grand voice resounded throughout the space, Meng Qi's expression became blank, feeling as if his worldview had been refreshed once again.

This is the Six Paths of Reincarnation, where they are experiencing the tasks they once saw in the infinite flow world of novels.

but.
Isn't the world I've transmigrated to a martial arts world, or rather, a fantasy world?
The art style changed so fast!
Regardless of Meng Qi's emotional turmoil, as a dazzling light shone, they disappeared from the plaza and entered the mission world.

A moment after Meng Qi and the others disappeared, the center of the white marble plaza suddenly became hazy, and then a white-robed monk stepped out of the void and appeared in the plaza.

Buzz

The entire square clearly shook, as if it had been greatly frightened in an instant.

Feng Yi could even feel the terrified thoughts quickly disappearing without a trace.

He ignored these thoughts and walked to the very center of the square, chuckling as he said, "Shouldn't there be an exchange screen here?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps addressing some being.

Buzz

As soon as he finished speaking, a light screen suddenly descended from the tall white marble dome, with the words 'Peerless Divine Skill Manual' written at the top.

And the first line of this light screen clearly states:

"The complete 'Buddha's Palm' manual, exchange price: one million merit points."

Below are various peerless divine skills of the other shore level, such as the Seven Swords of Heaven-Slaying, the Eight-Nine Profound Techniques, the Golden Book of the Human Emperor, the Demon Emperor's Canon, the Jade Book of the Heavenly Emperor, and the Phoenix Rebirth Technique, as well as various peerless divine weapons of the other shore, such as the Reincarnation Seal, the Demon Emperor's Claw, and the Bodhi Tree.

Looking at the various divine weapons and martial arts techniques recorded on it, Feng Yi's eyes revealed a hint of interest as he continued to flip through the light screen.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. Perhaps only in a world where so many otherworldly beings, like the Supreme Being of a World, are pursuing the path to enlightenment, and whose own cultivation techniques are merely a byproduct of their search for the otherworldly path and are not given much importance, could so many peerless divine techniques of the otherworldly level be gathered.

In other realms, how could such a supreme inheritance, comparable to the Immortal Emperor's Scripture, be so easily obtained by others?

With thoughts racing through his mind, Feng Yi finally focused his attention on the "Buddha's Palm" technique.

His clone is ostensibly related to the Buddha, so naturally he must practice the "Tathagata Palm" to condense the true golden body of the Tathagata.

Buzz

Just as Feng Yi was browsing the light screen, streaks of white light appeared, transforming into figures, namely Meng Qi and the others.

A milky white light shone down, and Meng Qi's injuries from the mission world quickly healed, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

It was indeed the kind of infinite flow mission situation I had read about in novels.

After stretching his fully recovered body, Meng Qi was about to speak when he suddenly saw the familiar white-clad figure standing in front of the light screen in the center of the square, and he froze on the spot.

(End of this chapter)