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

Xuan Tong's face was pale, and his bluish lips opened and closed, his voice sinister and cold.

The two ascetic monks followed behind him.

At that moment, the two monks in plain clothes realized they had been tricked. When they saw Xuantong and the two ascetic monks behind him, their expressions changed drastically. "It's...it's you?"

"Hehe! Didn't that old man Fazhuang teach you not to trust others too easily when you're out and about?"

Even Buddhist monasteries with boundless Buddhist teachings cannot be trusted! Hahahaha! The ascetic monk pressed on relentlessly.

"Speak! What is the method for entering the Silent Valley?! What shady things is Fa Chuang doing in the Silent Valley?"

The two monks in plain clothes exchanged a glance, remained silent, and simply stepped back.

But they had nowhere to retreat.

The main gate of the side hall was firmly closed, and the abbot and his men stood guard at the gate.

"Khenpo!"

Your Wuduo Chan Monastery practices Mahayana Buddhism, aims to save all sentient beings, and seeks to reap good results in the next life. Why then do you help the Vajra Gate and the Joyful Milarepa to commit such evil deeds?

The monk in plain clothes stared at the abbot.

The Khenpo clasped his hands together, his eyes lowered. "Amitabha! Uddok Monastery must not be destroyed by my own hands… Let evil consume me, and let Uddok Monastery remain peaceful…"

"Alright! Enough with the nonsense!"

"You two have to speak today, whether you like it or not!" Xuan Tong said impatiently. He flashed, his red robe whistling through the air.

The person had already arrived in front of the monk in plain clothes.

Crack!

He reached out his claws and grabbed at the two of them.

The hand had pale skin and black, gleaming nails. As Xuan Tong gripped it, the knuckles made a strange sound.

The monks in plain clothes immediately stepped aside from both sides, their robes fluttering in the strong wind.

At the same time, the two ascetics also moved. They were barefoot and stomped their feet hard, leaving two footprints on the ground.

They surrounded the two monks in plain clothes from the left and right.

"Heh, Mahayana Buddhism? Don't even mention your master, Dharma Banner; we'll send even the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains to hell sooner or later!"

The monks in plain clothes were completely surrounded. Although their martial arts skills were good, they would probably have no chance of escaping today.

One careless move and blood could be spilled on the spot.

The abbot remained with his men guarding the side hall entrance, his head bowed as he fiddled with his prayer beads.

"Amitabha Buddha... Amitabha Buddha..."

Boom-!

The temple bell rang, melodious and lingering.

In the main hall, a monk with thick eyebrows knelt before the Buddha statue, his hands clasped together in prayer.

The gilded Buddha statue has slightly lowered eyelids, a solemn and dignified appearance, and a compassionate face. The golden light makes the hall seem to be filled with Buddha's light.

The sounds from the side hall couldn't reach us.

On the roof of the side hall, after listening to Ma Guangzuo's translation, the clues in Wang Jiuling's mind finally came together.

Back then, Xuan Jian traveled thousands of miles, even risking his life to accompany this expert, to cross the desert and send Qiu Qianren back to the Vajra Sect.

What they're after is probably not Qiu Qianren's life, but rather clues about the Silent Valley.

The goal of the Vajra Gate is "the method to enter the Valley of Silence".

Qiu Qianren must have known the specifics of Silent Valley, which is why he was pursued for thousands of miles.

Qiu Qianren's purpose was to return to the Central Plains to find him, and most likely also to deliver news of the Silent Valley.

Therefore, Master Yideng must be in the Silent Valley, as only he could persuade Qiu Qianren to go to the Central Plains.

The patriarch Chongyang may be in that Silent Valley, or he may be related to the Silent Valley.

And the Dharma Master he tracked down, according to the two ascetic monks, was definitely also in the Silent Valley.

All the clues point to that place.

As for the "Joyful Milarepa" they mentioned, Wang Jiuling didn't know who he was, but he was probably associated with the Vajra Sect, or was a member of the Vajra Sect himself.

The words on Qiu Qianren's chest read "Be careful and happy," which likely means "Be careful and happy, Miler."

The reason why Wuduo Temple, or rather the Vajra Gate, went to such great lengths was to lure out those two monks in plain clothes.

Their goal was actually the same as capturing Qiu Qianren: to find a way to enter the Silent Valley.

The two monks in plain clothes were disciples of Master Fazhuang.

Now everything makes sense. Wuduo Monastery claims that the travelogue contains "the method to enter the Silent Valley," and the monk in plain clothes, fearing that the travelogue would fall into the hands of the Vajra Gate, had no choice but to take the stage.

Unexpectedly, this was originally a scheme by the Vajra Sect, and they were caught red-handed.

After figuring everything out, Wang Jiuling's gaze began to sharpen.

Regardless of whether the disciples of Master Fachuang are good people, Wang Jiuling knows all too well what kind of people the Vajra Sect is.

Below, the two monks in plain clothes were gradually being forced into a corner. "Master! Your disciple is incompetent; I fear I will die here!"

Their faces were pale, and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat.

Xuan Tong's pale claws were about to grab, making a whooshing sound as they sliced ​​through the air, which made the sinister smile on his face even more sinister.

Just then, they heard the sound of tiles breaking from above.

"Why didn't you ask for my permission before committing such a vile act?"

The person arrived before the voice.

Everyone looked up in surprise and saw the tiles shatter and fall, and a figure, like a roc spreading its wings, descended from above, its palm pressing down sharply.

"Who goes there?!"

Xuantong and the two ascetic monks turned around and looked up, their eyes filled with surprise.

How come there's someone up there?

But they had no time to think, because Wang Jiuling's terrifying palm strike was already coming at them.

The true energy swirled and churned around the tiles like a monstrous wave, causing the robes of Xuan Tong and his two companions to flutter wildly in the wind.

"Drink!"

The three of them couldn't dodge; they could only do their best to defend themselves.

These three are skilled in martial arts; they would be considered top-notch even in the Central Plains, let alone in the Western Regions.

Unfortunately, he encountered Wang Jiuling.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling was upside down with his feet and his hands pressing down, while Xuan Tong and the other two also raised their hands above their heads.

The two sides are locked in a power struggle.

Although Wang Jiuling had nowhere to gain leverage in the air, he remained calm at this moment.

Even with the combined strength of the three, Xuan Tong and the other two felt immense pressure; veins bulged on their foreheads, and their robes fluttered in the wind.

Bang! After only two breaths of stalemate, all three were knocked out of their trappings and sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.

Wang Jiuling landed gracefully, flicked his sleeve to brush away the dust, and glanced back at the two stunned monks in plain clothes.

Xuan Tong and the other two struggled to their feet, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, their faces filled with horror.

At the doorway, the Khenpo loosened his grip, and the prayer beads fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Layman!? You...you didn't leave?"