The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Li Daoxuan told Wang Jiuling a story.

In Beshbali, southwest of Zhenhai City, there is a Wuduo Zen Temple.

Their abbot (meaning the same as abbot) passed away last month.

The old abbot traveled extensively throughout the Western Regions during his lifetime and wrote a travelogue that recorded the routes to two treasure-filled places he visited, as well as the methods for unlocking their treasures.

Li Daoxuan had his young disciple bring a booklet and gave it to Wang Jiuling.

"Junior brother, look!"

"Before his passing, the old Khenpo instructed his disciples to open the gates of the temple wide and invite those who understood Buddhism to come."

"There are things like sitting and discussing Buddhist teachings, or comparing Buddhist martial arts."

"It is said that this travelogue will be passed on to someone who has a connection with Buddhism."

"It's strange, why didn't they pass this good thing on to the people of Wuduo Temple, but instead chose to pass it on to outsiders..."

Li Daoxuan pointed to the booklet. "They even sent someone to invite our Qixia Temple."

"Look at this!"

Following Li Daoxuan's finger, Wang Jiuling discovered that it was all written in Western Region script, but he didn't know what kind of script it was.

Li Daoxuan realized that Wang Jiuling didn't understand, so he explained it to him:

"The meaning of this page is that this old Khenpo once visited a sacred place."

"It is said to be a fallen kingdom that suffered a natural disaster and was buried in a deep valley, never to see the light of day again."

"It is said that this kingdom was once extremely wealthy, and with its demise, countless treasures were buried in the deep valley."

"Here is a description of this mysterious valley, سىزسىز جىلغا." Li Daoxuan frowned.

"In our Chinese language, it would be like a silent, deep valley!"

"Junior brother, you just mentioned Silent Valley, which reminded me of what I saw in this booklet before."

At this moment, Ma Guangzuo also came over and looked at the words on the booklet.

"This is Uyghur, and he said something similar. Qingyangzi, do you think this might be that Silent Valley?"

Wang Jiuling listened to their words and pondered them.

All he knew was the clue of "Silent Valley of the Western Regions," and he had no idea whether it was some kind of lost kingdom.

"Senior brother, have you heard of this place before?"

Li Daoxuan shook his head. "No, I've been in the Western Regions for over twenty years and have never heard of this so-called Silent Valley."

Holding the booklet, he added, "It was because of this invitation from Wuduo Zen Monastery that I learned about this place."

Wang Jiuling nodded.

The Silent Valley... Silent Valley, all in the Western Regions, is rarely heard of.

Wang Jiuling had a vague feeling that this might be a place, so he immediately decided to go and see for himself.

Li Daoxuan offered to accompany and help Wang Jiuling, but Wang Jiuling refused.

He does need help, but not from his peers; it's about Qiu Qianren's problem.

It was really inconvenient to take him along when Wang Jiuling needed to get things done.

So they decided to leave him at Qixia Temple.

"Senior brother, this man's martial arts are no worse than mine. If he goes berserk, he might hurt people. We need to chain him with fine steel chains and make sure he's not fed!"

"But this person is too dangerous. If you are worried about implicating the temple, you can find another way."

Li Daoxuan agreed without hesitation.

In his eyes, this was a manifestation of Wang Jiuling's trust in him, and also proof that he had something to care about again at Qixia Temple and Zhongnan Mountain.

"Don't worry, junior brother! I'll keep an eye on things myself!"

The next day, Wang Jiuling took Ma Guangzuo and set off for Beshbali.

In front of the Taoist temple, Li Daoxuan and Wang Daoqing stood side by side, watching Wang Jiuling and the other person disappear from sight.

Wang Daoqing's smile gradually faded, revealing a hint of resentment.

"They came when they needed us, but they haven't cared about us for twenty years when they didn't."

Li Daoxuan turned around, sighed, and patted Wang Daoqing on the shoulder.

"Junior brother, since we chose to stay in the Western Regions, more than twenty years have passed. Why should we care about these things now?"

"Life is short, at most a hundred years. How much time do we have left? Oh well!"

Li Daoxuan turned and entered Qixia Temple. Wang Daoqing sighed deeply, but his mood did not improve despite his senior brother's persuasion.

Meanwhile, Wang Jiuling and Ma Guangzuo finally arrived at Beshbali three days later.

The Beiting Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty is no longer as prosperous as it once was due to war.

When Wang Jiuling and Ma Guangzu arrived here, they immediately inquired about "Silent Valley," but many people still didn't know about it.

But it wasn't until Ma Guangzuo inquired in Uyghur about something like "the silent valley" and the Nawuduo Zen Monastery that the answer came.

Udu Monastery is one of the largest Buddhist institutions in the area.

The passing of the old Khenpo really caused quite a stir.

When Wang Jiuling and his group arrived at Wuduo Temple, they were just in time.

The enormous Zen temple set up a competition arena, inviting those with affinity to participate.

A large number of people entered the Zen temple to watch the spectacle.

Beshbalik was one of the Buddhist centers of the Gaochang Uyghurs.

This area practices Mahayana Buddhism and is heavily influenced by Han Chinese Buddhism in the Central Plains.

Upon arriving in this area, there were significantly more Han Chinese people to be encountered, and quite a few of them were among the onlookers.

The monks who greeted people at the entrance of the Zen temple also understood Mandarin, although their accents were not Mandarin.

On the arena, a monk in a kasaya stood with his hands clasped together.

He was tall, with thick eyebrows, high cheekbones, and a pointed head.

In front of him was a young monk, whose robes suggested he was not from this monastery.

Wang Jiuling listened to the people around him who spoke Chinese, as well as what Ma Guangzuo had told him after asking around, and roughly figured it out.

This is a martial arts competition; one of the criteria for selecting a suitable candidate at Wuduo Temple is martial arts skill.

That monk with the pointed head and thick eyebrows is from the Zen monastery.

"Bang!"

On the stage, the two monks had already exchanged more than a dozen blows. The monk with thick eyebrows gained the upper hand and knocked the younger monk off the stage.

"Alas! It seems I'm not destined for this!"

The young monk got up, put his hands together, and muttered something as he left.

Then someone else went up into the ring, seemingly wanting to be the "destined one" as well.

People around were whispering.

"It seems even these monks are greedy! Who knows if those two so-called sacred sites are just legends?"

"Like that silent valley? What kind of sacred place would have such a terrible name?"

Ma Guangzuo listened to their discussion and turned to look at Wang Jiuling.

"Alas! Qingyangzi! Since this martial arts competition determines who is destined, with your high level of martial arts, go up and defeat that monk, get that travelogue, and you'll be able to find Silent Valley."

Wang Jiuling nodded, indicating that he also had this plan.

But as he observed the arena, he felt something was amiss.

Since they came in, this is the third challenger to take the stage.

That monk with thick eyebrows and a pointed brow would knock his challenger off the stage in a dozen or so moves each time.

However, Wang Jiuling's martial arts skills and insight allowed him to see a significant difference in the martial arts abilities of the three challengers.

Take the first monk, for example; his martial arts skills were completely rudimentary.

But the third challenger possessed internal strength.

However, when they sparred with the monk with thick eyebrows, they only managed to exchange more than ten blows each time.

That doesn't make sense. Could it be that the Anthony Davis monk got tired when he was on the third team?