Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

In the morning, after breakfast, the group prepared to embark on their journey to Shaolin Temple. Feng Xi took a quick look at their attire and said, "Master Duan, do you know what this martial arts conference is all about? If we want to kill Brother Qiao, we need to change our appearances. Otherwise, we'll be hunted down before we even reach the mountain."

Hearing this, Duan Yu hurriedly said, "Otherwise, big brother, don't join in the fun. Two fists can't beat four hands."

At this time, Wang Yuyan also said: "Brother Qiao and Sister Feng should not go..."

Qiao Feng said in a loud voice: "Absolutely not! Back then, these upright people in the martial arts world actually believed Murong Bo's one-sided words and slaughtered my innocent parents. Today, Qiao Feng must go and seek justice for my deceased parents! Although I, Qiao Feng, am a Khitan, I grew up in the Song Dynasty. I have lived an upright life with a clear conscience!" I really want to know why they didn't investigate it thoroughly at the beginning, and brought a group of people to kill me and my parents who were still in the cradle like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. Why are they attacking me, Qiao Feng, today like a guilty rat? I, Qiao Feng, have not done anything to let them down! "It was they who did the things that were unfair to me, Qiao Feng..." After listening to Qiao Feng's explanation, Wang Yuyan woke up from her dream, understood the ins and outs of the matter, understood Qiao Feng's desire for revenge, and decided to stick with them. As for Duan Yu, he had never had any doubts about Qiao Feng's character, knowing that his elder brother was by no means a treacherous and evil person. So, several people came to the room, and Feng Xi, like a highly skilled makeup artist, took out the cosmetics and carefully painted a special effects makeup for them, and then changed their clothes. At this time, they had completely changed from their original appearance. Duan Yu was like a graceful young man with an oily face, and Qiao Feng had transformed into a rough and heroic hunter. As for Feng Xi and Wang Yuyan, they were dressed in Miao costumes and wore silver glittering accessories, like two beautiful and charming Miao girls.

Several people followed closely behind the martial artists, slowly moving towards Shaolin. Feng Xi suddenly walked up to Qiao Feng and whispered, "Brother Qiao, I'm in a rush and need to go to the restroom. You guys go wait in the hall first. I'll come find you shortly!" As she spoke, her eyes revealed a hint of shyness and eagerness.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng's eyes were filled with worry. He said with concern, "How about I go with you, Xixi? After all, this is out in the wilderness. What if something unexpected happens..."

Feng Xi smiled playfully, with a cunning gleam in her eyes. She shook her head gently and said, "No need, Brother Qiao, I can solve it soon and will come to you right away!" After that, she turned and left, leaving the main force with a brisk pace.

Soon, she arrived at the solemn and majestic Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple. She swaggered into the library, her demeanor as if she were the master of the place. Inside, an elderly man in a gray monk's robe was intently sweeping the floor, the broom flying up and down in his hand, making a rustling sound.

The old man seemed to notice something was wrong, stopped what he was doing, slowly raised his head, and looked at Feng Xi who had walked in. His eyes revealed a hint of doubt and vigilance, and he asked, "Female donor, this is not the place you should be. Shaolin Temple is a sacred place, no unauthorized persons are allowed to enter!"

Feng Xi paid no heed to the old man's warning. She took out her hairpin and gently toyed with it, her movements appearing extremely graceful. A confident smile rose slightly as she said, "Old monk, I simply wanted to see the Yi Jin Jing of the Shaolin Temple. I've heard it's a peerless martial art, and I couldn't help but be curious and want to find out."

The old man frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. He paused, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "My apologies, benefactor. The secrets of Shaolin Temple are never passed on to outsiders. This is the rule of our temple. Please don't embarrass me and leave immediately."

Feng Xi smiled and said, "What if I give you something in the bottle in exchange for a look? I won't tell anyone else about it." Then he threw the bottle to the old man. The old man took it, opened the bottle, and smelled the medicinal fragrance. He felt his realm loosened. Good stuff. After thinking it over, he said, "I can't make the decision. I'll let my little disciple call the abbot to talk to you!"

Feng Xi said, "Okay!" Then Feng Xi sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, waiting for the Shaolin Temple abbot. When the abbot arrived, he saw Feng Xi and asked, "I wonder what this is, benefactor?"

Feng Xi played with the exquisite hairpin in her hand, a cunning light flashing in her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she slowly said: "This little elixir, if you take it, you can instantly increase your internal strength by sixty years, and there is no side effect. I will use it in exchange today, just to get a glimpse of the Shaolin Temple's peerless martial arts secret book - Yi Jin Jing." She gently stroked the hairpin, her eyes revealing a hint of expectation and determination.

Looking at the mysterious little pill in the bottle, the host pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Yes, young lady, you can sit here and watch for an hour. During this hour, all the secret manuals and scriptures of the Shaolin Temple are at your disposal!"

Feng Xi was secretly delighted when she heard this, and hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you, Master, for your generosity. Feng Xi will always remember it in her heart. As a reward for your generosity, I'll give this to you." After that, she turned around and walked lightly into the mysterious library.

The abbot carefully unfolded the note, his gaze resting on it for a moment, his expression suddenly becoming solemn. It clearly stated: Xuzhu is your son, the son of you and Ye Erniang. He is now a monk in Shaolin Temple, with nine deep scars on his back. The abbot's face changed drastically; he had never imagined that this seemingly ordinary woman could know such a secret.

Feng Xi, upon entering the library, immediately memorized the Yi Jin Jing. She was completely absorbed, as if the only thing left in the world was those precious martial arts manuals. A moment later, she quickly flipped through the manuals on the Great Vajra Palm, the Great Vajra Fist, the Demon Subduing Technique, the Prajna Palm, and other martial arts, memorizing their essence. Then, satisfied, she closed the book, turned, and slowly left the library. The old man asked, "Donor lady, your time isn't up yet, aren't you going to read?"

Feng Xi pondered for a moment, then, as if by magic, pulled a bottle from her sleeve, handed it to the old man, and whispered, "Old monk, this is for you! I've read it, thank you very much..." With that, she skipped away like a happy little deer, leaving behind only a string of silver bell-like laughter. The Sweeping Monk smiled faintly, like the gentle spring sunshine, warm and kind. He gently opened the bottle, and a strange fragrance filled his nose, as if it came from a fairyland. He suddenly felt his body relax, as if a heavy burden had instantly disappeared, and the hidden injuries that had plagued him for years were greatly alleviated at this moment. So, he swallowed the magical potion without hesitation, and in an instant, his body seemed to be washed by a clear spring, his hidden injuries healed, and the bottleneck in his martial arts was like a loose boulder, crumbling. It seemed that he needed to retreat for a while and sprint with all his strength to break through this difficult obstacle that had troubled him for so long...