At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

"Master, Master, there are thieves in the temple, please get away from here quickly!"

After midnight, Xu Zhu's identity had changed. Surrounded by several monks, he was looking for the abbot. When he saw the gray-robed old monk in the corner, he hurriedly ran up to remind him.

Many disciples in the temple have impressions of the errand-sweeping monk in the Sutra Repository, but their impressions are limited to his old age, silence, and a kind but slightly vicissitudes smile.

No one knew where he came from, no one knew when he entered the temple, or in other words, except Xu Zhu at this moment, no one cared about such an ordinary errand disciple who was as weak as a piece of wood and had no martial arts skills.

Upon hearing this, the old monk slowly withdrew his cloudy gaze from the black-clothed man and the masked man in the distance, clasped his hands together and nodded towards Xu Zhu, smiling slightly, but said nothing.

Seeing several stick monks being killed one after another by the black-clothed man's palm method, and seeing that the masked man passed by like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and no one could match him, the old monk sighed softly, and stroked the branches of the Bodhi tree by the wall with his skinny right hand.

"Amitabha~"

While Xu Zhu was staring in amazement, the old monk smiled like Buddha, and a Bodhi leaf shot out from his hand like a meteor, carrying with it a golden energy, and hit the palm of the man in black who was about to swing!
"boom!"

The energy was strong yet restrained, and seemed to have no intention of hurting anyone. It only knocked the man in black to the ground and then disappeared into thin air.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding monks with sticks were all stunned, and their surprised eyes fell on Xu Zhu and the old monk.

Previously, everyone's attention was focused on the external enemies, and they only realized that the direction from which the flying leaves came was exactly where the two of them were.

Using Qi to control objects, even flying flowers and falling leaves can hurt people. Even among the Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation, I have never heard of anyone who can do it.

"It's not me! It's not me!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xu Zhu felt a sudden surge of pressure and hurriedly waved his hands to deny it.

Compared to the monks around him, the masked man was much more knowledgeable. His pair of extremely sharp eyes swept past Xu Zhu and shot towards the old monk.

"you wanna die!!"

The masked man shouted loudly, swung his palm and created a gust of air that repelled the surrounding monks with sticks. He then flew up and pounced towards the old monk like an eagle with wings spread.

He dares to be so arrogant and fearless, firstly, he can hurt people with flowers and leaves, secondly, the "old friend" not far away is restraining a group of masters from Shaolin Temple. He is confident that he can completely eliminate this "enemy" who is in his twilight years!
"How dare you! Who dares to come to Shaolin Temple and cause trouble?"

With an extremely angry roar, Xuansheng and Xuannian attacked together.

Their robes were torn and their faces were flushed. They had heard the commotion here and rushed back to provide emergency support from the fierce battle not far away.

The Sutra Repository must not be lost!
The masked man snorted coldly and pushed out both palms at the same time. Xuansheng and Xuannian immediately flashed in front of the old monk and raised their hands, and three waves of air collided with each other.

"boom--"

"puff!"

After only a brief stalemate, Xuansheng and Xuannian's robes tore into pieces, and they flew backwards with blood spurting out of their mouths.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the surrounding monks changed drastically, and they all rushed forward with exclamations:

"master!"

"Master-uncle!"

"Uncle Xuan Nian!"

……

After the successful attack, the masked man did not slow down and slapped the old monk with all his strength in the air.

Facing the fierce and powerful palm power, Xu Zhu could hardly open his eyes, but he still subconsciously reminded loudly:

"Master, be careful!"

"Amitabha~"

The old monk smiled, clasped his hands together, whispered, and slowly closed his eyes.

Just as the powerful palm force reached three feet in front of the old monk, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible obstacle and could not move forward an inch.

next moment--

A golden light burst out, and a three-foot golden air wall suddenly appeared, spanning between the two of them.

The masked man was horrified. His internal energy was like a drop in the ocean, without causing any ripples. Not only him, but also Xu Zhu, the black-clothed man who had fallen to the ground, and the monks with sticks around were stunned at the sight, as if they had seen the power of an immortal.

"Fuer! Run!" The masked man came to his senses and shouted without turning his head.

At this moment, seven people surrounded one person and fought and approached him quickly.

Wherever they passed, strong energy was everywhere and bricks and tiles were flying. They were none other than Xuan Ci and other eminent monks of the Xuan generation and the man in black in the Bodhidharma Cave.

Hearing the shout, Xuan Ci was stunned when he was about to make a move.

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, his voice was filled with unspeakable anger: "Old Lay Buddhist Murong, you are not dead after all!"

"puff!"

While he was distracted, a palm strike hit his left shoulder, and Xuan Ci immediately fell to the ground, out of the combined attack formation.

"Brother Abbot!"

"Brother Abbot!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the black-clothed man in the formation had a fierce look in his eyes and threw two punches, hitting Xuan Du and Xuan Zhi in the left shoulder and lower abdomen respectively. The two men flew backwards immediately and the formation collapsed.

Just as he was about to kill again, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the masked man and the old monk fighting in the direction of the Sutra Library.

It's him?

The black-clothed man's eyes fixed, and then without any hesitation, he pressed down a palm in the air and turned around to rush into the night.

"Amitabha~"

Here, the old monk sighed softly and chanted Buddhist scriptures. The golden wall of air suddenly dissipated, and the masked man fell heavily to the ground with a bang.

"senior!"

"Take it!!"

……

Three days later, Xujiaji.

As a densely populated town on the border of Henan Province, it is also a must-pass place leading to Juxianzhuang. Over the past few days, most people in teahouses and taverns have been discussing the great changes in the Beggars' Sect and Qiao Feng's identity as a Khitan.

Secondly, Niu Dingtian reappeared, killed many famous figures in the martial arts world, and displayed the Beggar Gang's unique skills - the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms - in the apricot forest!

It was not until noon that a shocking piece of news suddenly reached the town, causing people in the underworld to tell each other and exclaim in disbelief.

Murong Bo is not dead!
He and his son Murong Fu were imprisoned in Shaolin Temple for sneaking into the Sutra Repository!
This news was undoubtedly shocking, so much so that even Niu Dingtian, who had just arrived at Xujiaji, was stunned for a moment after hearing it.

With Murong Bo's strength, who else could capture him alive except the sweeping monk from Shaolin Temple?
If they were in the same world in their past and present lives, Niu Dingtian felt that the only person who could pose a death threat to him was the old monk in the Bodhidharma Cave. That was why he forced Duan Yanqing to go to the Bodhidharma Cave to investigate the situation.

But now it seems that perhaps it was my unintentional action that changed the course of the plot.

"Clang-"

While I was thinking, I heard hurried footsteps outside the room. The door was pushed open, and Wang Yuyan ran in with a panicked look on her face, saying anxiously:
"My cousin was imprisoned in Shaolin Temple, and my uncle is not dead! Have you heard about it?"

There was panic in the girl's eyes, and there was a hint of tears in her anxious voice.

Niu Dingtian frowned upon seeing this, picked up the tea in front of him, took a sip, and said lightly:
"It's just some rumors, don't take it seriously. You're a girl, breaking into a house without knocking, aren't you afraid of seeing something you shouldn't see?"

Wang Yuyan blushed upon hearing this, but then she was overwhelmed by anxiety and shook her head:
"I have seen the secret letter sent by Brother Bao San. The information he gave must be correct!"

Niu Dingtian remained silent, waiting for her to speak.

Sure enough, when this person didn't respond, Wang Yuyan bit her lip and couldn't help but said:
"Can you, can you help me save my cousin?"

(End of this chapter)