From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 97: Bullying others by taking advantage of your power, you Shaolin people are the only ones with more people? ( words long chapter)

Heroine Wu felt like she had a very long dream.

The scenes in the dream were ever-changing and bizarre, but they were always inseparable from a few familiar figures, as well as the same mountains and palaces.

To be precise, there were two women and two men.

One of the girls was innocent and cute, with gentle eyes, like the warm winter sun, and very amiable.

The other woman's facial features were similar to those of the girl just now, but she looked hideous and extremely ferocious, with long arms and legs, long hair and tongue, and bulging eyes, like a wandering female ghost.

Although the two men have different faces, their temperaments are quite similar. They are both equally elegant and graceful.

It's just that the younger man was unrestrained yet gentle, and when they looked at each other, their eyes were full of affection.

For some reason, when Wu Xingyun saw this scene, he felt a sense of depression in his chest, as if an inexplicable air was filling his heart and he couldn't get it out.

Although the other man looked younger, his temperament was extremely noble, like the clouds in the sky, difficult to touch.

His appearance was also the most vague, and Wu Xingyun could not remember it no matter how hard he tried.

However, today's dream was different.

Wu Xingyun was in a trance and found himself sitting upright on a cushion. The other three people were also sitting beside him. They were all looking at the young man sitting cross-legged on a jade cushion in front of them.

His blurry face suddenly shook, as if some invisible force had lifted the veil from it, revealing the "truth".

It was indeed a face that matched his temperament, flawless and perfect, extremely handsome, something that no mortal could possess.

But Wu Xingyun always felt that something was wrong.

After looking carefully for a while, she realized that this was because the man's facial features were too strong, like the ups and downs of a mountain, with a manly and heroic masculinity.

After realizing this, Wu Xingyun's eyes suddenly flashed with golden light.

The affectionate couple immediately disappeared in the golden light and turned into two piles of skeletons entangled in death.

The man on the jade bed stretched his waist, raised his legs and took a step forward, coming to the front of the hideous long-haired woman.

He casually slapped the man's graceful figure to pieces with his palm, causing blood to splatter and bones and flesh to turn into mud. The scene was extremely bloody.

Wu Xingyun stared at all this in a daze, feeling mixed emotions in his heart, his brain like a paste, his body unable to move at all, and his hands and feet were out of control and cold.

Now, in this palace, there are only her and the young man covered in blood, who looks like a devil from hell.

Wu Xingyun only saw the man walking towards her step by step, and each step seemed to echo the beat and rhythm of her heartbeat.

With every step that man took, Wu Xingyun's heart beat faster, as if it was going to break through his chest and throw himself into his arms.

Five steps later, Wu Xingyun's cold and beautiful face had turned as pale as gold paper, and his breathing was short and rapid, which made people feel very pitiful.

Her mind and body were almost completely crushed by the overwhelming sense of oppression.

I saw the golden light becoming more and more brilliant, and heard a chaotic and complicated voice coming from my ears:

"The world is full of suffering, and spiritual practice is difficult. One sinks into the abyss of struggle and can never escape. Only by taking refuge in the Buddha can one transcend the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore!"

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless. Turn back and you will find the shore. Refuge! Refuge! Refuge!"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

In the real world, Xu Xing and Wu Xingyun sat cross-legged facing each other.

He formed a wish seal with his hands, and his mental power condensed into a small, pocket-sized golden sun between his eyebrows. It slowly rotated, as if echoing the scorching sun in the sky, drawing in the sunlight and draping it on Wu Xingyun's body.

Jiumozhi sat behind Wu Xingyun, Liang Dian and Cai Kuang sat cross-legged on Wu Xingyun's left and right respectively. The three of them chanted Tantric mantras, and lifelike shadows of Buddhas appeared above their heads.

The rest of the people who watched had to admit that these Tantric monks' tricks of pretending to be gods were indeed second to none in the world.

Even if we don't consider its efficacy, just looking at its appearance is enough to make ordinary people kneel down and kowtow.

In the space of consciousness, Wu Xingyun suddenly felt dazed, as if the strangely familiar man in front of him had been pulled out of the human body and turned into a Buddha.

Although there is not a single feature of Buddha, such as a relic head, drooping ears, or the thirty-two marks of a Buddha's body.

But just by standing there, Wu Xingyun knew that he was truly a Buddha.

The Buddha looked at Wu Xingyun with a calm yet compassionate gaze and said nothing. However, she could smell a fresh fragrance coming towards her, as well as bursts of Sanskrit chanting.

Wu Xingyun's heart was overwhelmed by the Buddhist chanting. He felt as if all the evil thoughts and sneaky desires in his heart were dug out alive and placed in front of him, looking so ugly, unbearable and bloody.

She only felt a sharp pain coming from her chest and abdomen, as if it was going to pierce through her entire body.

Wu Xingyun groaned, and her beautiful body curled up on the mat, like a seductive and charming snake. Memories poured out from the wound like a tide.

Only then did Wu Xingyun realize that the Xiaoyao Sect had long ceased to exist.

The respected master Xiaoyaozi is missing, the beloved junior sister Li Canghai is dead, the hated junior brother Wuyazi is dead, and the disgusting bitch Li Qiushui is also dead.

In the end, she was unable to use her "I Am the Only One in the Eight Desolations and Six Directions" to defeat "The Divine Art of the North Sea". In the end, all her obsessions in this life came to nothing.

Even if she were alive, she would be just a lonely ghost, lingering in the remnants of the past, constantly reminiscing about the old times, but never able to go back.

The pain did not defeat Wu Xingyun, and the Fanyin did not corrupt Wu Xingyun, but the cruel and realistic truth was ultimately too much for her to bear, or even to face.

Heroine Wu now has only one choice:
She suppressed the pain, raised her head, and looked up at the Buddha who was emitting infinite Buddha light and had compassionate eyes. Her shoulders trembled, and she burst into tears. She said:

"I want to convert. I want to convert."

Upon hearing this, Jiumozhi and others outside all breathed a sigh of relief.

They knew that this was a sign that the other party's spirit had been damaged.

In front of a great master like Xu Xing who practiced mind skills diligently and was proficient in attacking with divine power, revealing such an obvious flaw, it can be said that this time of salvation has been 99% successful.

To baptize a top master like Wu Xingyun, it would be quite strenuous even if Jiumozhi and others were only assisting.

Now that success is in sight and they can avoid torture, the three of them are naturally happy.

However, to the surprise of the three masters, Xu Xing actually rejected the other party's request.

"Do not."

He pointed a finger at Wu Xingyun's forehead and said solemnly:

"I say that the Dharma is a worldly Dharma. Since you have never been in the world, how can you learn it?"

Wu Xingyun asked anxiously:
“How can we obtain the true Dharma of the guru?”

Xu Xing smiled slightly and said in a leisurely voice:
"Raise the knife to kill, and use the means to save people. With a brave heart, kill the Buddha you meet, bully the Ten Saints, open your mouth to swallow the three poles, and turn the world upside down!"

He spoke these words very slowly, like a very patient teacher teaching a child. Every word he spoke was extremely clear to Wu Xingyun.

But beneath that kind appearance, there was a chilling coldness surging like a tide.

It was as if under that skin, there was an extremely ferocious beast, opening its bloody mouth, wanting to swallow the sky and the earth!

Wu Xingyun screamed, fell to the ground, covered his head with his hands, and trembled continuously.

Not only Wu Xingyun who was receiving the salvation, but also the other three masters who were assisting in the salvation, groaned, unable to maintain the purity of their minds, and fell out of their concentration.

The true forms of gods and Buddhas transformed through visualization methods collapsed bit by bit and turned into an illusory golden rain of light, falling into the forest.

The faces of the three masters were a little pale, obviously they were greatly shocked. However, when they looked at Xu Xing, the culprit, there was not a trace of resentment or anger in their eyes, but deep respect.

When one has cultivated Tantric Buddhism to this level, one can more or less feel that the deity or Buddha that one visualizes is not a noble being that is above the mundane world and overlooks the mortal world, but rather the embodiment of the thoughts of all living beings.

But you know, it doesn't mean they can get rid of the influence of their original appearance.

This is also a paradox.

People who don't understand the truth are more likely to be superstitious, but the more they understand, the more entangled they become, and the more unable to escape it.

This is a difficulty that almost all visualization methods will face at the end, but Xu Xing showed them the most brutal, simple and direct way.

——Use pure and strong will and belief to break through forcefully.

Jiumozhi had known for a long time that Xu Xing was a living Buddha, so he was not too surprised. However, Liang Dian and Cai Kuang were extremely shocked.

——They simply couldn't imagine how confident the person in front of them had to be in order to muster such a strong spiritual will that was not affected by external things.

Although Qiao Feng and the others did not know the specific process, they could feel that there seemed to be some changes, so they immediately came forward and surrounded the four people.

Qiao Feng himself came to Liang Dian and Cai Kuang, who were in the worst condition, supported the two brothers, and asked quickly:
"Brothers, what went wrong?"

Liang Dian and Cai Kuang looked at each other and both smiled bitterly.

They shook their heads at Qiao Feng, staggered to their feet while being supported, and respectfully clasped their hands together before Xu Xing, lowered their brows and heads, and said in unison with all sincerity:
"Thank you, Master Xu, for teaching me the Dharma with your own body."

Xu Xing also clasped his hands together and returned the greeting, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I was reckless and got you two into trouble."

In fact, Xu Xing was already accustomed to teaching others in the world of the Ming Dynasty. He also preached many times in this world and taught martial arts to Yanzhao Jiumozhi and others through heart-to-heart transmission.

Logically speaking, as he was an expert in this field, nothing should have gone wrong. However, it was Xu Xing's first time working with someone, and he was unsure of the endurance of Liang Dian and Cai Kuang, so he ended up making some mistakes.

Liang Dian smiled bitterly and said:
"It's our own fault that we didn't learn the skills well enough. It has nothing to do with Sect Leader Xu. What's more, ..."

His eyes were blazing, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement:
"It's no big deal to be able to see Master Xu's methods. A few minor problems are nothing!!"

Cai Kuang was still experiencing the feeling just now, but after hearing what Liang Dian said, he opened his eyes, nodded heavily to Xu Xing, with a look of shame on his face.

From the words of the two wizards, everyone realized that at least the ceremony did not fail, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Wu Xingyun stood up with his head in his hands.

Her face was still as cool and beautiful as before, but the five petals of the bright red plum blossom between her eyebrows had been dyed a brilliant gold, exuding a pure Buddhist charm and adding a gentle and compassionate temperament.

Wu Xingyun raised her head and looked at Xu Xing. She bit her lips lightly and said in a very complicated tone:

"Why... do you have to go to so much trouble?"

Wu Xingyun could feel that Xu Xing had not imposed any restrictions on him just now, nor did he use his extraordinary mental power to baptize him into the "Heavenly Consort" of Tantric Buddhism.

What Xu Xing did was very simple. He just opened up his martial arts and thoughts to Wu Xingyun without reservation, and simply imposed a mental restriction on her.

——As long as Wu Xingyun has the slightest thought of harming others for her own benefit, Xu Xing will sense it and punish her, giving her a splitting headache.

However, on the other hand, as long as Wu Xingyun can practice martial arts sincerely and learn the gifts left by Xu Xing, he can break through this restriction on his own.

In her opinion, this was more of a test than a constraint.

It can even be said to be an unimaginable gift.

Before he fell into a coma, Wu Xingyun completely regarded Xu Xing as an evil person who relied on his secret magical powers to wantonly plunder the essence of women.

At that moment, she almost completely despaired of life.

——This is why Wu Xingyun’s spiritual world can be broken through so easily.

Therefore, she never expected that after waking up, instead of being turned into a furnace cauldron consort for people to practice cultivation, she would get such a great fortune for nothing.

This drastic contrast made Wu Xingyun a little overwhelmed.

Thinking back to Xu Xing's image in the space of consciousness, this feeling of helplessness turned into an indescribable complex emotion.

The most fundamental reason is that, with her temperament and experience, she simply couldn't understand why Xu Xing would go to so much trouble and spend so much effort on a captive like herself?
Wu Xingyun asked himself, if he were in the other person's shoes, he would definitely not do such a thing. Instead, he would plant a life and death talisman on Xu Xing, making him unable to live or die.

Facing Wu Xingyun's complicated look, Xu Xing didn't take it seriously and simply said:

"I have never had the hobby of enslaving others. Even if I want to punish you, I won't do it so simply and violently. This is good enough.

and……"

He looked at Wu Xingyun and smiled softly:

"With your talent, if you can discard these useless delusions, you should have made greater achievements in martial arts. If so, why should I be reluctant to help you?

This world will always be more interesting if there is one more master who has his own path.

What's more, you are a disciple of my Xiaoyao Sect. As the leader of the sect, I must be clear about rewards and punishments.

Punishing you blindly will only make you an enemy for nothing. If that is the case, why don't I just kill you directly and save myself the trouble."

When Xu Xing said this, he acted as if it was a matter of course and natural.

Not only Wu Xingyun, but everyone who heard these words, starting from Qiao Feng, could not help but feel admiration for Xu Xing, realizing that the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect was indeed a hero with great courage.

Yue Fei, who had just become a disciple, was even more excited when he heard this.

Wu Xingyun looked at Xu Xing deeply, and all the injustice and resentment in his heart finally disappeared.

No matter what, she had to admit that the new leader's ambition and vision were indeed the only ones she had ever seen in her life.

——Following such a person and building the Xiaoyao Sect together would not be considered as a disgrace to myself.

Thinking of this, Wu Xingyun sighed deeply, and finally lowered his head, which had always been held high as if he was looking down upon all the heroes in the world, and said sincerely:
"I accept you as the leader."

Xu Xing just smiled:
"Let's go. If it's really as I thought, I'm afraid Shaolin is getting impatient. Why don't we go there in person and congratulate the monks?"

When they arrived at the foot of Mount Song, it was already the night of the eighth day of September.

It is now late autumn, and everything in the world is exceptionally bleak, even a little desolate.

Xu Xing turned around and smiled at everyone:

"It's not a good idea to knock on their door with a big fanfare. Brother Qiao, let's go and find out what's going on first."

Qiao Feng obviously understood Xu Xing's meaning and raised his eyebrows.
"In that case, should I pretend to be more seriously injured?"

Xu Xing knew that although Qiao Feng looked rough, he was actually a very careful person, otherwise he would not be qualified to be the chief leader. He was not too surprised and just smiled and said:

"If that's the case, it would be great."

After saying that, Xu Xing looked at the dozen or so masters who had been traveling with him, and clasped his hands together:

"Everyone, wait for my signal. If I really want to force my way into Shaolin, I will need your help."

Although everyone knew that Xu Xing's words were humble, given his status and martial arts skills, the fact that he could say such humble words was undoubtedly a great recognition to everyone.

What's more, which martial artist has not thought about weighing the weight of Wudang and Shaolin?

After all, this is an achievement that even Chu Kuangren and Yan Kuangtu, who were once the most powerful madmen in the world and were known as the "No. 1 madman in the martial arts world", could not achieve!
Now with Xu Xing, a powerful man who is invincible in the world, leading the way, the others are also ambitious masters who also want to challenge.

If they can really do it, they may even be able to go down in the history of martial arts!
Therefore, even Zhang Sanba and Tie Shou, who had the most indifferent and calm personalities, smiled and saluted Xu Xing in return.

Xiao Jianseng and others are even more eager to get started.

They had been with Xu Xing for a long time these days, and they knew that although the head of the Xiaoyao Sect looked like a god and seemed aloof and detached from the world, he was actually a very easy-going person who was easy to talk to and liked to joke. They all shouted:

"Master Xu, remember to let me go first!"

Monk Xiao Jian shouted the loudest, and Zhui Ming talked the most. Duan Yu recalled Jiumozhi's arrogant attitude when he challenged the heroes alone in Tianlong Temple that day, and directly pointed out his name:
“Brothers, please do not compete for the first place. I have recently been comprehending the Six Meridians Divine Sword and have gained a deep understanding.

Let me go into battle first. Although I can't deal with any top masters of the Tianzi generation, it's still easy for me to deal with someone like Xuan...Xuan Yin Xuan Sheng Xuan Bei."

Fortunately, although this kid was eager to show himself, he still remembered that Xuan Ku was the teacher of Qiao Feng. He finally swallowed the word "Ku" that was about to come out and replaced it with several other monks who were not so great as Xuan.

The laughing aunt was also a troublemaker. When she heard her junior apprentice brother say this, she patted her belly, her fat rising and falling like waves, and said with a smile:
"Junior brother, although your swordsmanship is advanced, your internal strength is still not mature enough. It would be better for Senior Sister to take the lead and beat up Xuan Nan, Xuan Ji, and Xuan Ci to set an example for you first."

Everyone started to make a commotion again, even Su Mengzhen, who was usually calm and deep, became a little moved. As they talked at once, they mentioned all the famous monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin.

If they are ready to fight, then the three Tantric masters, Jiumozhi, Liang Dian and Cai Kuang, are full of fighting spirit and have a strong desire to fight.

The grievances and entanglements between Tantric Buddhism and Zen Buddhism cannot be explained in a few words, but any Tantric master undoubtedly has the idea of ​​overthrowing Shaolin, the so-called ancestral home of Zen Buddhism.

Given the identities of the three of them, naturally they were not just targeting these monks of the Xuan generation, they also wanted to challenge those monks of the Tian generation of the previous generation who were said to be sitting in the pagoda forest in the back mountain, meditating on themselves.

Only the warrior monks who had learned martial arts in Shaolin, seeing them like this, opened their mouths several times, wanted to say something but stopped themselves, and finally remained silent.

——After all, how to treat Shaolin also depends on what role they played in this matter.

If Shaolin really participated in the hunt for Qiao Feng as Xu Xing thought, then even if the war monk still had feelings for Shaolin, he would not let these thieves go - although he himself didn't grow his hair much. After the plan was made, everyone dispersed and went into the Songshan Mountain ahead.

Although there are many masters in Shaolin Temple, among them, Zhui Ming, who has the worst martial arts skills, is a first-rate figure who is feared by the martial arts world and silences both the black and white worlds. It is naturally no problem for him to hide this from the eyes and ears of ordinary disciples.

In fact, on normal days, even without resorting to force, the Shaolin Temple would not dare to be negligent in the slightest based on the identities and backgrounds of these people.

Zhang Sanba, Su Mengzhen, Tieshou, Zhui Ming, Jiumozhi and others are the distinguished guests who need the abbot to come out and greet them personally.

Xu Xing supported Qiao Feng, who pretended to be seriously injured, and walked towards Songshan without any concealment.

As soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I saw a towering mountain gate guarded by two gray-robed monks.

Seeing a figure ahead, the two sleepy monks quickly perked up and went forward.

After getting closer, they found that the visitor was an overly handsome young man, and a burly man with a pale face and a strong smell of blood. His eyes and eyebrows revealed fatigue.

One of the monks, seeing how miserable Qiao Feng was, immediately showed compassion on his face, and wanted to go over to help Xu Xing support his body, but was stopped by another slightly older middle-aged monk in gray.

This middle-aged monk had once come down the mountain and wandered the world of martial arts and had gained some experience. Just by looking at the appearance and demeanor of Xu Xing and Qiao Feng, one could tell that the newcomers must be famous figures in the martial arts world.

——Being famous means troubles.

What’s more, one of them was injured so seriously?

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice:

"Namo Amitabha, this is the gate of Shaolin Temple. May I ask what brings you here?"

Xu Xing said urgently:
"This is the Beggars' Sect's chief leader, Qiao. He was framed by a villain and was seriously injured. Please lend a hand to us from your temple."

"Boss Qiao?!"

Hearing this, the two monks were shocked.

The fact that the chief of the Beggars' Sect was a Khitan spy had been widely spread in the martial arts world these days, and naturally the two men had heard of it.

But no one expected that the Beggars' Sect would actually come to the Shaolin Temple for help.

After taking another look at Qiao Feng's appearance, they were already 70% convinced. If it weren't for Gang Leader Qiao being in person, how could he be so heroic and heroic?
When the young monk heard the name Qiao Feng, he went over and supported Xu Xing, regardless of the middle-aged monk's attempt to stop him.

"Brother, after all, Boss Qiao once studied in Shaolin, and the Beggars' Sect disciples have also taken good care of Shaolin. How can we just stand by and watch?"

The middle-aged monk heard this and realized that this was the truth. However, he was cautious by nature after all, so he asked again:
"This is Chief Boss Qiao, and you are...?"
Among all the leaders of the Beggars' Sect, I'm afraid there is no one as elegant as you. Could you please leave your name?"

Xu Xing opened his mouth and said:

"I am the prince of Zhennan in Dali, a disciple of Master Lancan of Zizai Sect, and a Dharma teacher and guardian of Xiaoyao Sect. I am Duan Yu. Nice to meet you, Master."

When this series of titles were announced, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but be shocked.

After the battles of Tianlong Temple, Wuliang Mountain, and Chaotian Villa, Duan Yu, the successor of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, was noticed by many in the martial arts world because of his outstanding achievements and profound background, and became a rising supernova in the world.

The Tianlong Temple of the Duan family in Dali is fine, but the Xiaoyao Sect and the Zizai Sect are both huge organizations with super powerful people in charge, many masters, and orderly inheritance. Even if the middle-aged monks have the support of a powerful sect like Shaolin, they cannot be easily provoked.

What's more, Duan Yu's martial arts and swordsmanship were both top-notch. The fact that he fought one against seven and defeated the "Seven Divine Swords" was enough to establish him as the number one swordsman of the younger generation.

The middle-aged monk looked up and down at Xu Xing, who called himself "Duan Yu", and had to admit that the other party was worthy of being from the Xiaoyao Sect and had excellent manners and demeanor.

The middle-aged monk even sighed in his heart, never expecting that such a wild and desolate place like Dali could produce such a talented and beautiful jade?
He clasped his hands together towards Xu Xing, and his smile became warmer:
"So you are the current heir of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Master Duan of Dali, I am so sorry to see you in person."

Because his mind was full of random thoughts, the middle-aged monk did not notice that after he said this, there was a slight shaking in the bushes on both sides of the mountain path.

On the contrary, the young monk seemed to have sensed something and looked over there, but he did not find anything unusual.

Xu Xing and Qiao Feng both noticed this and looked at each other secretly, feeling surprised. They knew that although this little monk was not good-looking, he actually had authentic internal skills and was definitely not an ordinary person.

The young monk was obviously inexperienced in martial arts and thought it was just wind. After taking a quick look, he came to Xu Xing and helped him support Qiao Feng. He then looked at the middle-aged monk and took the initiative to speak, sincerely advising:

"Brother, Boss Qiao is the leader of the righteous sects in the world, and he once studied martial arts in Shaolin. He must have been framed by Cai Jing and other treacherous people. At this critical moment, how can we just sit there and watch?"

The middle-aged monk had a good impression of Qiao Feng and did not think that he was actually a Khitan spy.

But he also understood one thing: Qiao Feng's affairs had far-reaching implications. Given Shaolin's current transcendent status, if he rashly got involved, it would only do harm rather than good...

Moreover, the attitudes of the three heads of the Dharma Hall, the Discipline Hall, the Arhat Hall, and the abbot Xuanci were extremely obscure and unpredictable.

In fact, after Qiao Feng got into trouble, many Shaolin disciples who had old ties with him wanted to go down the mountain to lend him a hand, but the abbot Xuan Ci refused to allow it.

Therefore, the middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment and said:

"The matter of Boss Qiao involves a lot of things. It is difficult for me to make the decision. I must go and ask for instructions."

After saying this, he nodded to the young monk and turned to walk up the mountain. The young monk smiled at Xu Xing and said:
"Mr. Duan, Boss Qiao, please wait for a moment."

Xu Xing and Qiao Feng had already sensed something was wrong from the middle-aged monk's attitude.

But they also discovered that at least the two monks guarding the mountain did not have much ill will towards Qiao Feng.

A glimpse of the whole picture shows that at least within Shaolin, the identity of Qiao Feng as a Khitan spy has not been completely determined.

In this case, the hesitation that appeared between the brows of the middle-aged monk is quite interesting.

Therefore, the two did not act rashly, but stayed at the foot of the mountain and waited.

During this process, Xu Xing looked at the young monk carefully again.

I saw that this man had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a big flat nose, protruding ears, very thick lips, and a rather ugly appearance.

A closer look revealed that the gray monk's robe had many patches on it, but it was kept very clean and exuded a strong sandalwood scent.

Xu Xing looked at this very distinctive appearance, and suddenly thought of someone, and asked:

"Young Master, you are full of passion, not like an outsider, but more like a hero of the chivalrous way. May I ask your Dharma name?"

The little monk blushed immediately after being praised by "Master Duan". He stretched out his hand, scratched his bald head shyly, and said shyly:
"My name is Xu Zhu. I am honored to meet Master Duan and Boss Qiao."

It’s Xu Zhu indeed!
Xu Xing nodded, and suddenly sighed:

"The fact that Shaolin has someone like the young master shows that the school's traditions are not completely corrupt. This is a blessing for you, and even more so for Shaolin."

Xu Zhu was taken aback, and felt that this "Mr. Duan" was so arrogant that he dared to comment on Shaolin Temple in this way.

Fortunately, he was an honest and simple man, and he had read Buddhist scriptures extensively, so he would not get angry because of a few words. He just felt that the attitude of "Master Duan" who held his head high and pointed out the world was really a bit...

Xu Zhu thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of how to describe it. He just felt that he and his extremely mysterious master were similar to some extent.

It seems that what people like them say, no matter how arrogant they sound, is the most correct truth.

Qiao Feng also nodded, feeling somewhat relieved:
"Now it seems that even if we want to look for them, we only need to look for those few people."

Xu Xing did not comment on this, but looked at Xu Zhu again and said with a smile:
"Young Master's martial arts are extremely pure and authentic. In my opinion, it is not something that an ordinary person can teach.

The Shaolin Temple is indeed a place of hidden talents and has a profound heritage. May I ask for your Dharma name, Master?"

Xu Zhu was surprised again. He didn't expect that "Master Duan"'s eyesight was so good.

You know, even several masters of the Xuan generation who he had dealt with on a daily basis could not tell that he possessed superior internal skills.

But this "Master Duan", who is not even twenty years old, can see through things clearly, and he is truly worthy of being the number one figure in the martial arts world.

He lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and said in shame:

"Monks do not tell lies, and I do not know the master's Dharma name."

Even if Xu Zhu didn't say it, Xu Xing already had a candidate in mind.

If we talk about the most mysterious and secretive master in Shaolin Temple, it is probably only that person.

Thinking of this, his long hair actually showed signs of moving without wind, and his eyes looking towards Mount Song were filled with excitement and emotion that could not be told to outsiders.

Ever since he killed Ling Luoshi, used the Four Doors of the Screen to practice the "Mani Zhu", and used the "Tianyu Qigong" to achieve the "Kunpeng True Form", Xu Xing has not encountered an opponent who is truly worthy of his full efforts for a long time.

Even he himself didn't know how advanced his martial arts skills had reached in this world.

However, there is no doubt that if Xu Zhu's master is really that person, then he is absolutely qualified to let Xu Xing go all out and have a good fight!
While the three were talking, the middle-aged monk had already walked straight in and arrived outside the main hall.

The other fellow disciples all knew that he was the one guarding the mountain today. Seeing him in a hurry, they understood that something had happened down the mountain and did not dare to disturb him.

Just as the middle-aged monk was about to go in, he was stopped by an old monk with white beard and beard.

"The abbot is in seclusion meditating. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

The middle-aged monk recognized that the other person was Xuan Shi, who was also the abbot's confidant, so he stopped, put his hands together, hesitated for a while, and then whispered:

"Someone just came to pay respect to the mountain. It was the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Mr. Qiao, and Mr. Duan Yu from the Duan family of Dali."

When Xuanshi heard this, his eyes wandered for a moment, he looked around, and lowered his voice and asked:
"Just the two of them?"

The middle-aged monk noticed that Xuanshi's tone was different, and he groaned, but still nodded and admitted:
"Exactly."

Xuanshi took a step forward and asked quickly:

"How is Qiao Feng's injury?"

The middle-aged monk had obviously thought about this question and answered without hesitation:
"The two of them are in a hurry. Boss Qiao is seriously injured. I'm afraid there are still pursuers behind him..."

Xuan Shi got this crucial information, and just hummed, and then instructed him:

“I understand. Go find Xuan Gou, Xuan Yin, Xuan Sheng, and Xuan Zhi and tell them that Qiao Feng is here.

Then go find Brother Xuannan, the head monk of Damo Academy, and ask him to mobilize the eighteen monks with sticks, and we will go down the mountain together.

Do it secretly, go and come back quickly, don't let Xuan Ku know."

The middle-aged monk's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he said hesitantly:

"Elder, Boss Qiao is a man of high esteem after all. Is it a bit too much for us to take advantage of his misfortune by doing this?"

Xuanshi glanced at him, and just one glance was enough to make the middle-aged monk feel awe-inspiring. He didn't dare to say much and immediately did it.

Just as Xuanshi was about to take a step forward, he heard a deep voice coming from the main hall:

"Just drive them away, but don't kill anyone. If they want to leave, give Boss Qiao some money and escort him for a while."

Xuanshi turned his head, clasped his hands together and bowed deeply towards the main hall:

"The disciple understands."

At the foot of the mountain, Xu Xing suddenly smiled, feeling quite happy.

He turned his head, looked at Qiao Feng, and said with emotion:
"Brother Qiao, it seems that you and I can't avoid this after all."

After Xu Xing finished speaking, Qiao Feng also heard the noise coming from afar and his face darkened.

He could tell that there were probably no less than twenty Shaolin monks rushing over from afar.

If it was just to receive the two of them, there would be no need to arrange such a scene. It is easy to see what Shaolin's intention is.

After a while, Xu Zhu also heard the dense footsteps.

Although he is inexperienced and honest, he is not stupid. He has been touched by the turbulent atmosphere in the temple these days, so he volunteered to guard the gate.

However, Xu Zhu never expected that the abbot and the three chief monks would do things so ruthlessly.

Xu Zhu took a deep breath, and took the initiative to stand in front of Xu Xing and Qiao Feng, and whispered:
"Boss Qiao, Master Duan, you go ahead and I'll hold them back. This matter was caused in part by me, so it must be resolved in my hands. I can't ruin the reputation of the temple."

Xu Xing and Qiao Feng looked at each other again and burst into laughter.

Although Xu Zhu didn't understand why, seeing the two laughing so happily, he was actually infected by their laughter. He slowly put aside his worries and even smiled foolishly.

As the three of them laughed, they saw eighteen grey-robed figures, led by five old monks, rushing down from the top of the mountain.

Although the leading old monk had white hair and beard, he looked awe-inspiring, with hands as big as palm-leaf fans, steady steps, and a physique far stronger than the others.

Although the other old monks had different faces, they all had extraordinary merits and achievements, and they were obviously eminent monks of the Xuan generation.

The eighteen middle-aged monks each held a water-ground iron rod, with a serious look in their eyes and a solemn aura, giving off an extraordinary sense of oppression.

Xu Zhu could recognize that the five people leading the team were all from the Xuan generation, and were considered first-rate Xuanshi and others.

The eighteen monks are the martial arts masters in the Dharma Academy who practiced the "Arhat Benevolent King Stick" diligently. Although their internal strength is still shallow, their actual combat ability is quite impressive. Even ordinary monks of the Xuan generation cannot easily defeat them.

If these eighteen people join hands and form the "Eighteen Arhats Formation", even a figure like the Shaolin abbot will be trapped in the formation and unable to escape.

Xu Zhu immediately looked anxious and turned around, wanting to let "Master Duan" and Qiao Feng go first, but he saw that the two were still calm and composed, standing still.

It was as if the people who came were not twenty-three Shaolin monks with extraordinary martial arts skills, capable of razing second-rate martial arts forces, but just twenty-three ordinary people who could not be more ordinary.

After the old monk came down, he glared at Xu Zhu, then looked at Xu Xing. After discovering that Qiao Feng was indeed seriously injured, a hint of barely perceptible joy flashed across his eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice:
"Boss Qiao's identity is still unknown, so please forgive me for not being able to receive him. However, considering our past friendship, the abbot has specially ordered us to escort Boss Qiao to prevent him from being harmed by villains along the way."

"escort?!"

Even someone as inexperienced as Xu Zhu could tell the ill intentions in the old monk's words. He ignored the difference in status between the two men and immediately stepped forward, saying excitedly:

"Elder Xuanshi!"

Before Xu Zhu finished speaking, a big hand pressed on his shoulder. Xu Xing walked out from behind him, looked at the twenty-odd monks, and smiled:
"Everyone, if we don't leave, what will you do?"

Xuan Shi was not surprised by Xu Xing's choice. He could tell at a glance that the man in front of him was not the kind of person who would give up easily. Moreover, Duan Yu's military achievements and background were well known to the world.

Given his age and martial arts skills, if he was forced to retreat by just one word from him, Xuan Shi would have to doubt whether this person was the Master Duan.

Therefore, Xuanshi heaved a sigh of relief and said solemnly:

"If you two benefactors insist on going up the mountain, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Xu Xing looked at them and smiled again:
"Why, is it the rule of Shaolin to bully others by taking advantage of one's power?"

Xuan Shi's face had been as thick as a city wall for decades, so how could he be shaken by words? He just put his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and looked down:
"If you two are being aggressive, we will not be angry, but we will have to accompany you."

But he never mentioned the issue of using the majority to bully the minority.

Seeing Xuan Shi being so shameless, Xu Zhu felt furious, but Xu Xing was not annoyed at all. He just laughed and praised:
"Great! Shaolin Temple, they sent out such a lineup to deal with the two of us. The leader is indeed decisive. Using the majority to bully the minority and taking advantage of power is the right way in martial arts. It's good that you can understand this."

After praising him, Xu Xing shook his head again, raised his head and said proudly:
"You understand this principle, but I don't understand it?"

Hearing this, Xuanshi suddenly felt a strong sense of alarm in his heart. Before he could look back, he heard a noisy sound in the forest:
"What a great Shaolin Temple! It really opened our eyes today!"

Before he finished speaking, Tie Shou and others rushed out and surrounded the twenty-odd people. They looked at the Shaolin masters with intense excitement, and were eager to fight each other:
"Brother Xiao, this old monk is great. You have to leave everything you say to me."

Monk Xiao Jian placed his right hand on his sword and rolled his eyes:
"We'll talk about it after we can get it."

Su Mengzhen also held down his red sleeve knife, his eyes dim and cold as he looked over the monks.

Xuan Shi and other senior monks of the Xuan generation immediately changed their expressions. With just a quick glance, they found that there were many familiar faces among them.

The Beggars' Sect's Zhang Sanba, Liang Dian, Cai Kuang, and the owner of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, Su Louzhu, are also there, as well as the Iron Hand Divine Constable, the Life-Chasing Divine Constable, Shen Huchan, and the War Monk? !

Although the Shaolin people did not know the rest of them, they could feel that each of them had better martial arts than the ordinary Xuan-generation monks, and were comparable to the abbots of Bodhidharma Hall and Arhat Hall, or even better than them.

There is only one Yue Fei, whose martial arts skills are slightly weaker, but among this group of people, he gives people a sense of being unfathomable.

Xuanshi also noticed that there was a beautiful lady with a cold appearance and extraordinary temperament among them.

When he saw this extremely distinctive face and felt the unfathomable aura, he couldn't help but gasp.

——It can’t be, is it really that person?!

Being surrounded by such a group of experts, no matter how brave the Shaolin people were, they couldn't help but feel frightened.

Normally they rely on Shaolin's background to bully the weak with their numbers. How could they have ever been surrounded like this?
Xuan Shi glanced at Qiao Feng and asked in a trembling voice:
"Qiao, Qiao Gang Leader, what are you doing?"

Qiao Feng was too lazy to talk. Xu Xing recalled the time when he went to Southern Shaolin and was besieged. Looking at this scene now, he felt even more proud.

He laughed grimly and waved his hand:

"I've been wanting to say this for a long time. You guys are the ones who bully the few, right? Beat them up!"

(End of this chapter)