The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Faced with Duan Yanqing's threat.

Yuan Kong's expression remained unchanged as he slammed his staff heavily on the ground: "Since you remain so stubborn, then this humble monk has no choice but to subdue the demon! Disciples, heed my command! Form the Arhat Formation!"

"drink!"

Dozens of monks shouted in unison, their staffs flashing, instantly forming a tight formation in the hall, surrounding the four villains.

The war is about to start.

Chen Qianyang leaned against a pillar, taking advantage of the moment to catch his breath, and quietly began to circulate the Huashan Heart Sutra, trying to recover even a trace of his internal energy.

Seeing this tense situation, he sneered inwardly.

To subdue demons and monsters?

If it was really to save people, why didn't you come sooner or later, but instead waited until we were both exhausted before you came?

These monks are probably not exactly benevolent people either.

But for now, using one tiger to devour another is the only solution.

Chen Qianyang took a deep breath and suddenly spoke:

"Mr. Duan."

Although the voice was weak, it sounded exceptionally clear.

Duan Yanqing turned to look at him, his eyes still filled with murderous intent.

Chen Qianyang twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile: "Mr. Duan has come north from the Central Plains with great ambitions. The war in the north is currently intense, with the Mongol army pressing in, and Prince Ruyang is in dire need of capable men."

He paused, his gaze piercing Duan Yanqing's eyes. "Dali must be unstable as well. As the former crown prince, Mr. Duan, you bear the heavy responsibility of restoring your kingdom. Do you really want to fight to the death with the Southern Shaolin Temple here for Guo Jing, suffering heavy losses? Is it really necessary?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Yanqing's body trembled violently!

Although his stiff face showed no expression, the sharp contraction of his pupils betrayed his inner thoughts.

He sought refuge with the Mongol Prince Ruyang, intending to use the Mongol cavalry to reclaim the throne of Dali—this was a top secret.

Even the other members of the Four Evils only knew the general idea.

How did this kid know?!

"you……"

"I know far more than you imagine," Chen Qianyang interrupted him, his tone resolute. "If you insist on fighting today, even if you win, you will be severely weakened. What will you use to fight for your throne in Dali?"

Duan Yanqing fell silent. The iron staff trembled slightly in his hand.

He was weighing his options.

This trip south was specifically for the matter of Dali.

What Guo Jing, what sword manual? If it weren't for that mysterious person's information, I wouldn't have come to Fuzhou.

Looking back now, I'm afraid I was just used as a pawn.

Compared to the elusive Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, and the merit of killing Guo Jing, preserving strength and reclaiming the throne of Dali were clearly the things he should be doing.

Moreover, with this great monk involved, killing Guo Jing was no longer an option.

After much deliberation.

Duan Yanqing gave Chen Qianyang a deep look, his expression full of unspoken meaning.

"Good lad... The green hills remain unchanged, the clear waters flow on. I'll remember this debt!"

He suddenly flicked his sleeve, "Second brother, third brother, fourth brother! Let's go!"

"Boss! This..." Yue Laosan was somewhat unwilling.

"Let's go!" Duan Yanqing said without hesitation.

The Four Evils arrived quickly and left just as fast, disappearing into the night outside the door in the blink of an eye.

The tense atmosphere in the lobby instantly relaxed.

Lin Pingzhi collapsed to the ground, panting heavily: "Thank you... thank you so much, Master! Thank you so much for saving my life!"

Chen Qianyang did not relax at all; instead, he gripped the sword in his hand even tighter.

Because he saw that the originally kind-faced Master Yuankong had changed after driving away Duan Yanqing.

Instead of checking on the injured person immediately, he turned around and stared intently at Lin Pingzhi.

That look in his eyes was no longer compassionate.

Rather, it was greed and passion.

Duan Yanqing's figure completely disappeared, and in the main hall of Fuwei Escort Agency, only the sound of the group of martial monks neatly putting away their sticks remained.

"Amitabha."

Monk Yuankong put away his staff, and the murderous aura on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a compassionate expression.

He walked slowly to Lin Pingzhi, put his hands together in prayer, and said, "Benefactor Lin, you have been frightened."

Lin Pingzhi was deeply grateful to his savior: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, monks of the Southern Shaolin Temple! If you hadn't arrived in time, I...I'm afraid..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but choke up again.

Yuan Kong smiled slightly: "Monks are compassionate, and saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Benefactor Lin, there's no need for such formalities."

Changing his tone, he asked gently, "However, this humble monk has a question, and I would appreciate it if Benefactor Lin could enlighten me. Why would those Four Evils, all notorious villains in the martial world, suddenly besiege the Fuwei Escort Agency? And why did they even kidnap your father and mother?"

Lin Pingzhi wiped away his tears and said bitterly, "It's all because of that Evil-Repelling Sword Manual! Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng Sect did it, and so did these Four Evils! They all pressed me to tell them where the manual is, but I... I really don't know!"

In Lin Pingzhi's eyes, the Four Evils and Yu Canghai were all villains who stole his family's sword manual.

As for the claim of dealing with Guo Jing, it was clearly just an excuse.

"Oh?" Yuan Kong's eyes flickered slightly. "Does Benefactor Lin truly not know?"

"Absolutely true!" Lin Pingzhi swore to the heavens, "My father never mentioned to me where the sword manual was hidden, and even that sword technique... I've practiced it for years, and it's nothing more than some ordinary moves. How could it be any peerless martial arts?"

"Amitabha."

Yuan Kong sighed, a hint of regret on his face. "It seems Chief Escort Lin has protected you very well. However..."

He suddenly stepped forward, his tone still gentle, but with a hint of firmness: "You should know that this Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is an ominous object; leaving it in the world will only increase bloodshed. Since Benefactor Lin does not know its whereabouts, why don't I help you think of something?"

"Help...help me think of something?" Lin Pingzhi was stunned: "How?"

Before he could react, two strong monks suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders like iron clamps, one on the left and one on the right!

"Master? What are you doing?" Lin Pingzhi was shocked and struggled desperately.

"Don't be afraid, Benefactor Lin," Yuan Kong said calmly. "This humble monk only wishes to invite you to return to the Southern Shaolin Temple with me for a few days to meditate in peace. Perhaps in the presence of Buddha, you will be able to recall something."

The fate of Lin Zhennan and his wife is currently unknown, and the only clue to the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual lies with Lin Pingzhi.

No matter what, we must hold onto it.

"Let me go! I'm not going! I'm going to find my parents!" Lin Pingzhi finally realized something was wrong and screamed in terror.

The sudden change in attitude of the person who saved his life shattered the young master's worldview, leaving him at a loss for what to do.

"That's not up to you." Yuantong's compassionate expression finally crumbled, revealing a hint of ferocity. "This matter concerns the safety of the martial world, and this humble monk has no choice but to take this expedient measure. As for your parents, Benefactor Lin, do not panic. The Buddhist sect is compassionate and will surely help you find them."

"What a convenient expedient! What a virtuous Buddhist monk! What a fine Shaolin sect!"

A cold laugh shattered the hypocritical atmosphere.