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

Wang Jiuling took a deep breath. He looked at the booklet and, judging from its worn condition, it was not fake.

But this result was unexpected for Wang Jiuling, yet it was also reasonable.

The Wuduo Zen Monastery used its prestige to make this matter known throughout the world, even at the cost of damaging its reputation.

Now that they've given him the travelogue, yet they continue their duel, it shows that the travelogue itself isn't important; what's important is the person they're waiting for.

Who exactly do they want to see appear?

Wang Jiuling arrived at the door and looked at the arena in front of him. The position here was higher, so he could see it clearly.

At that moment, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Following the line of sight, another person appeared on the stage.

It was a man in plain clothes wearing a straw hat, and he was fighting with a monk with thick eyebrows.

But what attracted Wang Jiuling was not the outcome of their battle.

Rather, it was the gray-clad man's martial arts techniques.

Familiar...so familiar...

Wang Jiuling's memory returned to what happened in a small town before he went to Dasheng Pass to participate in the Heroes' Gathering.

At that time, he discovered that a group of Tibetan monks might be related to the disappearance of the patriarch, and he also found the residence of the great philanthropist, Master Liu.

They eventually found two Tibetan monks and fought with them.

Now, turning our attention back to the arena, we saw the man in the straw hat and cloth clothes swinging his arms, his palms swirling fiercely, the force of the impact like metal striking metal.

The fighting style and techniques were exactly the same as those of the two Tibetan monks that Wang Jiuling had investigated...

"Brother Ma, keep the travelogue safe."

Wang Jiuling's gaze was fixed on the man. Without turning his head, he spoke, while Ma Guangzuo stuffed the travelogue into his clothes.

"Okay! Are we leaving?"

Wang Jiuling nodded slightly.

On the arena, the man in plain clothes was attacking the monk with thick eyebrows with all his might; both of them possessed profound external martial arts skills.

The man in plain clothes moved even more wildly, his palms whistling through the air.

The man standing next to him in the audience looked extremely anxious.

"Sigh... I shouldn't have gone on stage, it was too conspicuous..."

Unbeknownst to them, a monk in red robes was standing in the main hall behind them.

"Don't worry! As long as your monastery follows our Vajra Sect's requirements, you'll get your share of the antidote!"

"As for that Taoist priest, get rid of him as soon as possible!"

The red-robed monk was pale, looking almost like a corpse.

Before him stood the Khenpo of Wuduo Monastery, whose face looked very unwell.

"Amitabha! I hope you will keep your word!"

Just then, a sound came from the doorway.

"Master Xuantong, the person we're looking for has probably already appeared!"

They were two men who looked like ascetics.

The red-robed monk was none other than Xuantong. Upon hearing this, he came to the entrance of the hall and looked towards the platform.

The two ascetic monks wore sinister smiles and spoke in a chilling tone.

"Heh! The disciples of Fazhuang, their martial arts moves are all so rigid and inflexible, they don't know how to be adaptable or conceal their skills!"

"After all that effort, they've finally shown themselves! Now, even if we don't find Ci'en, we can at least find Silent Valley!"

At this moment, the man in plain clothes had already exchanged more than twenty blows with the monk with thick eyebrows on the arena.

As the wind howled, his straw hat was blown off his head.

His face was suddenly revealed, sparking a buzz of discussion among the audience.

It turns out he was also a bald monk.

His face looked rather unwell at that moment, and he stared anxiously at the straw hat on the ground.

He had no idea he was being targeted; he simply steeled himself and continued his attack.

Since they've already shown up, I have to get my hands on the travelogue!

Inside the main hall, the smiles on Xuan Tong's face and those of the two ascetic monks became even brighter.

"Okay, that's confirmed now."

"Khenpo, in a moment you will announce that he is the destined one, bring him in, and hand him over to us. Then your mission at Udo Monastery will be complete..."

...

In the side hall on the other side, after seeing the man reveal his bald head, Wang Jiuling thought to himself that every cloud has a silver lining.

Travelogues are useless, but I just happened to come across a useful one.

At that moment, Wang Jiuling frowned.

On the stage, the monk with thick eyebrows began to fall into a disadvantageous position, constantly dodging and retreating, while the monk in plain clothes opposite him gained more and more advantage as the fight progressed.

And then another dozen or so moves passed.

Suddenly, the monk with thick eyebrows tripped and fell off the stage.

The monk in plain clothes actually won, and a surprised smile appeared on his face.

Cheers erupted from the audience.

"Excellent! Excellent skill!"

His companion was also muttering incredulously. "They won? They really won?"

Just when everyone was wondering if it would be like Wang Jiuling's case, where the victory would not be counted.

Then the abbot walked out of the main hall and came to the front of the platform.

"Amitabha Buddha, congratulations on your victory, you are destined to win!"

"The travelogue is yours!"

These words immediately brought the atmosphere to a climax. Who would have thought that Wang Jiuling, who had the best chance earlier, had failed?

Ironically, it was this unassuming monk who won the travelogue.

The monk in plain clothes immediately put his hands together and politely bowed to the Khenpo.

"Thank you, Khenpo!"

"Please wait a moment, those who are destined to meet you!" The abbot asked the monk in plain clothes to step down from the platform, while he quickly entered the main hall.

The monk in plain clothes could not hide his excitement, but his companion came over.

"Senior brother, I feel there's something fishy about this!"

"Even that Taoist priest, with his exceptional martial arts skills, didn't become the destined one, and the Zen monastery even..."

"Why did it have to be us? Senior brother, let's go!"

But his senior brother wouldn't listen.

"Junior brother! I finally won, how can we leave now? We'll take the travelogue and leave immediately, we absolutely won't stay here any longer!"

His junior brother had no choice but to nod in the end.

At this moment, in the main hall, the Khenpo looked sorrowful as he gazed at the red-robed monk.

"Your Excellency! This hall is before the Buddha. We must not do such a thing. Please move to the side hall through the side door."

"Your Excellency, our Wuduo Zen Monastery has done everything you asked. Could you please grant us the last shred of dignity?"

The red-robed monk glanced back at the enormous gilded Buddha statue and waved his hand impatiently.

"Hurry, hurry!"

The abbot felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He gave a wink to the monks around him, signaling them to take a few people to the side hall.

He went ahead of time.

Meanwhile, in the side hall, Wang Jiuling and Ma Guangzuo were present. After the abbot returned, he respectfully bowed.

"Gentlemen, did you enjoy reading this travelogue?"

Wang Jiuling nodded. "Thank you for your trouble, Master. I am very satisfied!"

Khenpo nodded with a smile.

"In that case, would you please move to the monastery? There are guest rooms available if you would like..."

This was a clear order to leave, and Wang Jiuling immediately stood up.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master, but it's not necessary. I will take my leave now!"

After saying this, he cupped his hands in greeting and turned to leave with Ma Guangzuo.

Khenpo breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Wang Jiuling's retreating figure.

Finally, we've gotten rid of that jinx...

At the same time, monks were already leading the two monks in plain clothes toward the side hall.

The monk with thick eyebrows, who had been standing on the arena, sighed as he witnessed this scene.

"Amitabha! What a sin... what a sin..." Then she turned and left dejectedly.

Wang Jiuling brushed past the two monks, who clasped their hands together and nodded slightly as they passed by.

Wang Jiuling watched their retreating figures as they entered the side hall without saying a word.

"Qingyangzi, you..."

Before Ma Guangzuo could finish speaking, he felt his clothes being grabbed by the shoulder, and then his feet felt light.

It turned out that Wang Jiuling had gone halfway and, seeing that no one was paying attention, directly led Ma Guangzuo to use the Golden Goose Skill and head towards the roof of the side hall not far away.

"Shh!"

Once on the rooftop, Wang Jiuling stopped Ma Guangzuo from saying what he was about to say.

At the same time, he squatted down, moved the tiles under his feet, and looked down into the side hall.

The two monks in plain clothes had already been seated and were waiting for the abbot to bring them the travelogue.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen. Our abbot has already gone to retrieve the travelogue!"

Ma Guangzuo lowered his voice and asked Wang Jiuling in a low voice.

"Qingyangzi, they've already given us the travelogue, why are they pulling this stunt?"

Wang Jiuling shook his head and didn't say anything; he didn't know either.

But he was certain that the people the monastery was waiting for were these two monks.

In the side hall, the two monks suddenly noticed that the side hall door had been closed, and at the same time, they heard footsteps.

As they stood up, they saw the side door in the corner open, and a figure in red walked out.

"Heh! Finding you guys wasn't easy..."