Xuanji understood.
Everything was done by Sandu.
It was because they were too cruel, had no compassion, and only wanted to seek revenge against Yang Dingtian that they were kicked out of Shaolin.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, I still can't let go of my hatred and want to use the Golden Retriever Lion King to take revenge on the Ming Cult.
But how did this Golden Retriever Lion King fall into the hands of Sandu?
"Master, what should we do?"
All the monks looked at Xuan Ji.
"Just wait and see what happens, don't act rashly!"
Xuanji turned around and strode back to the Shaolin Temple, arriving at the place where eminent monks of all generations of Shaolin retreated.
"Senior brother, Shaolin is in danger now. Sandu is using the name of Shaolin to avenge his past, but he is really unable to shoulder the heavy responsibility of Shaolin. I hope that my senior brother will be merciful and come out to take charge of important events."
"Alas! Junior Brother Xuanji, you mistakenly believed in Murong Bo back then and accidentally injured someone's life. How can Senior Brother come out to preside over Shaolin again before his sins are washed away?"
"Senior brother, do you really want to see Shaolin destroyed?!"
"Quack, quack, quack."
The stone door of the closed room slowly opened.
A burly old monk with white beard and hair came out.
This old monk is Shaolin Master Xuanci.
His cultivation is unpredictable and he is proficient in Shaolin martial arts.
Not only did he master the 'Great Vajra Palm' that no one had mastered in a hundred years.
He is also proficient in one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the ‘Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique’ and ‘Prajna Palm’.
He is the ultimate master in the world, known as the "Arhat Who Crouched on the Tiger".
"Senior brother."
Xuanji clasped his hands together and bent down to salute.
"Let's go. After I calm down this storm, I still have to go back to retreat and repent."
Xuanci strode toward the Main Hall.
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Zhang Sanfeng and Lu Qingyun left Wudang Mountain and traveled day and night, finally arriving at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain on the night of the third day.
Under the moonlight, the majestic buildings of the Shaolin Sect can be vaguely seen.
Lu Qingyun couldn't help but sigh, it is indeed the Shaolin sect that is the number one martial arts sect in the Central Plains today!
So fucking rich!
Zhang Sanfeng frowned when he heard the noise coming from the Shaolin Temple on the top of the mountain.
His identity was too sensitive to be seen by others, so he decided to let Lu Qingyun go up the mountain alone while he took care of him at the bottom.
Lu Qingyun also heard the noise at this time. He didn't know what happened in Shaolin, but he was very happy.
The more lively Shaolin is, the less likely anyone will notice when he steals purple cloud flowers, and it is safer.
"Go on your own, I'll be here to guard you."
Zhang Sanfeng jumped up to the top of the tree and sat down cross-legged. He took off the wine gourd from his waist and drank slowly.
Lu Qingyun raised his head, a little confused, "Didn't we agree to go together? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said, "I have quite a dispute with Shaolin, so I'd better stay here to avoid trouble. If you really run into trouble, you can get there in just a few breaths."
Lu Qingyun thought for a while and glanced at Zhang Sanfeng who was drinking leisurely. In desperation, he had no choice but to walk along the foot of the mountain to the back mountain. After looking around for no one, he sprinted towards the mountain.
When we arrived at the Shaolin backyard wall, the noise had stopped.
With his half-step master's level of cultivation, he could clearly hear the discussions of the monks in the Shaolin front courtyard.
Whether Xie Xun dies or not has nothing to do with him. The most important thing now is to find Ziyunhua.
After careful observation again, under the cover of night, I found a dark corner and climbed over the courtyard wall, carefully searching along the root of the wall.
After spending half an hour searching the backyard, there was no trace of Ziyunhua, so Lu Qingyun had no choice but to continue searching.
When I came to a small courtyard and looked at the plaque on the door, my heart beat faster.
Shaolin Sutra Pavilion!
With the blessing of Taozu, the sweeping monk does not exist in this world.
At this time, a stench came from the tip of his nose, and Lu Qingyun was very happy. The smell was exactly the same as what Xue Muhua had described.
Determined to be in the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Lu Qingyun turned over regardless of whether there was a sweeping monk or not.
I saw a row of five western flowers against the courtyard wall, each with three western flowers.
The flowers were as big as a fist, swaying in the breeze and emitting a foul odor.
Purple cloud flower!
Qin'er is saved!
Lu Qingyun's figure floated beside the purple clouds, and he no longer cared whether there was a sweeping monk in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.
He reached out and picked a purple cloud flower and kept it in the medicine bag.
However, he also discovered a problem. He did not ask Xue Muhua how many purple clouds were needed to prepare the antidote.
After looking at the few remaining plants, I decided to just pick them all.
"Amitabha, donor, these flowers are baptized by Buddhism every day, and they can be regarded as having Buddha nature. Isn't it a bit too much to just pick them all like this?"
Lu Qingyun withdrew his hand from picking flowers, stood up and looked through the moonlight.
An old monk wearing yellow robes and a wrinkled face stood at the door of the Sutra Pavilion. His eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
It won't be so frustrating!
Meet the legendary sweeping monk?
"Master, love is not for your own good. I hope you will forgive me."
"Amitabha, the old monk is just a sweeper of the Sutra Pavilion, not a master." The old monk said calmly.
What a bad luck!
The first time I came to Shaolin, I met the ultimate BOSS, and the winning rate reached 100%25.
However, Lu Qingyun still had luck in his heart, and with a slight movement of his palm, Bai Hong's palm force struck out silently.
If the old monk in front of him had not been a sweeping monk, he would have been killed by the force of his palm.
Baihong attacked with his palm power and was about to kill the old monk. Unexpectedly, a transparent wall of air appeared out of thin air, blocking the way.
Bai Hong's palm force touched the air wall and immediately disappeared without a trace.
Lu Qingyun sighed in his heart, "It's over, it's done!"
The old monk was not angry at all, but said calmly:
"The donor has profound skills, but his desire to kill is too strong, and he is not far from becoming a demon."
Lu Qingyun did not dare to cause trouble again and bowed respectfully.
"The boy has long heard that all the Shaolin sects are martial arts masters, and he admires them deeply, so he took action to challenge them. Please forgive me, master.
"It's just because my wife and friends have been poisoned by the Three Corpse Brain Pills, and they only need Ziyunhua to save their lives. I hope Master can help."
"You are Wudang Lu Qingyun, right?"
The sweeping monk suddenly changed the topic.
"Master, you have made a mistake. I am Song Qingshu, a disciple of Wudang."
Lu Qingyun said shamelessly.
"Haha, Benefactor Song doesn't have your skills. I've heard of the famous monk Wudang Yuxiao Gongzi."
The sweeping monk smiled slightly and said, "Donor Lu, don't be afraid. No matter whether he is the most good person or the most evil person in the world, they are all the same in the eyes of the old monk, and he will not make things difficult for you."
Being exposed in front of his face, Lu Qingyun was a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, I have been thick-skinned since I was a child, so I smiled and didn't take it seriously at all.
As for not being embarrassed, Lu Qingyun didn't believe it at all.
Even if he wants to embarrass himself, he must consider whether Shaolin can withstand Zhang Sanfeng's anger!
"Thank you, Master. Can I continue to pick the remaining flowers?"
