One person: Became a disciple of Shaolin Temple and instantly learned 72 Shaolin skills.

At this moment, Wang Qing was unaware of the shocking events that had occurred on the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, by the stream.

At this moment, he and Li Wei were leisurely enjoying a delicious grilled fish.

In a whirlwind of activity, the two devoured all the grilled fish.

"Wang Qing, your secret sauce is really good. It smells good even when you put it on your slippers," Li Wei praised, patting his round belly.

"Of course, I spent a lot of money buying it online, how could it be ordinary?" Wang Qing said with some pride.

"Wang Qing, let's hurry back. Teacher, you snuck out to play. If we go back, I'll get punished by Master again." Li Wei felt a little panicked when he remembered that he had snuck out.

"What are you afraid of? Just say I need to talk to you. Do you think your master would refuse me that?" Wang Qing said nonchalantly.

He's practically untouchable at Shaolin Temple now, except for the older monks.

Nobody dares to mess with him.

The old monk wouldn't easily get into a conflict with him.

Once, Wang Qing had a conflict with someone, and as a result, he casually used some tricks.

He was so frightened that no one dared to clash with him again.

His fellow disciples all taught their own disciples that they must never clash with Wang Qing, because even if they did, no one would stand up for them, and they would be beaten for nothing. The main reason was that they were no match for Wang Qing.

"That's true, but it's still not a good idea," Li Wei said, still somewhat worried.

"Alright, alright, let's go back, okay? Let's go." Wang Qing sighed and rubbed his forehead, then reached out and drew some more stream water to extinguish the campfire.

After doing all this, Wang Qing finally stepped towards the temple.

Seeing this, Li Wei quickly followed.

In no time at all, we returned to the temple located halfway up the mountain.

The moment they stepped into the plaza in front of the main hall, the two sensed that something was amiss.

The entire square was deserted, not a single person in sight.

Normally, there are many martial monks practicing martial arts in this square, but now there is not a single person.

"What's going on? Where did everyone go?" Li Wei looked at the empty square in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"Something must have happened." Wang Qing looked around and found that not only the square, but also the main hall and side halls seemed to be empty.

Suddenly, it seemed like only Wang Qing and Li Wei remained at Shaolin Temple.

Just as Wang Qing was about to go look around, a dozen or so martial monks carrying sticks and looking hurried filed out of a small gate next to the temple. Judging from the direction they were heading, they were clearly heading towards the back mountain.

Wang Qing felt that something big must have happened, otherwise things wouldn't be like this.

"What are Wang Qing and the others doing?" Li Wei asked with a worried expression, clearly having also seen the group of martial monks.

"Something big must have happened. You go back to your hospital and check on things. I'll go with you and see what's going on."

After giving a brief explanation, Wang Qing chased after the direction the martial monks had left in.

In just a few shifts, they darted a great distance.

Watching Wang Qing leave in a hurry.

Li Wei knew that even if something happened, he couldn't help much, so he could only go back to his own courtyard to check on things.

Among the woods.

Wang Qing was leaping across the tree trunks, as the view from the trees was better and farther, which was why he chose this method to get there.

In the blink of an eye, he leaped from one tree trunk to another.

With each leap, he quickly caught up with the dozen or so monks who had left ahead.

However, instead of stopping to ask what had happened, he sped up in that direction.

Along the way, he saw many injured monks being carried down from above.

I couldn't help but be a little surprised.

This mountain behind the temple is Shaolin Temple territory, yet this situation still occurs here.

Soon, Wang Qing saw a large number of bald heads, indicating that he had arrived at the scene.

Wang Qing stood on a tree trunk, glanced down, and instantly understood the general cause of the matter.

Below, two groups of people were facing off.

On one side were the Shaolin Temple high-ranking officials led by Jie Kong, and even the old monks from the Sutra Pavilion were present. Bao Wen stood behind Jie Kong, and behind him stood rows of Shaolin monks, each holding a long staff.

Everyone stared silently at the figure opposite them.

But you could see from their eyes that each of them was filled with boundless rage.

There was only one person opposite them, and that person was Xiao Zizai.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded a dangerous aura. Many people lay sprawled around him.

It's clear that Xiao Zizai injured all of these people.

Standing behind Jie Kong, Bao Wen took a step forward and angrily shouted at Xiao Zizai, "Bao Jing, look what you've done! These people are all your junior disciples, how could you do such a thing?"

Bao Wen never expected that Xiao Zizai would cause such a terrible disaster.

At this moment, his heart was already filled with rage.

The old monk of the Hidden Gold Pavilion flicked his sleeve in dissatisfaction, glanced at Jie Kong, and snorted coldly, "Hmph! What's there to say now? Let's take him down first."

As the old monk finished speaking, another old monk looked at Jie Kong with dissatisfaction and said, "Jie Kong, I told you before that we shouldn't have accepted him into the sect. People like him are born evil, and that's a fundamental problem that can't be changed. If we accepted him, something bad would happen sooner or later, but you just wouldn't listen."

"Now look at what he's done!"

At this moment, Jie Kong looked at Xiao Zizai, who was pretending to be crazy not far away, with complicated eyes, and slowly said, "Senior brother, let me handle this matter. I will give you an explanation afterward."

Jie Kong also bears undeniable responsibility for this matter.

He had noticed earlier that Xiao Zizai was gradually becoming possessed by demons, but he still hoped to salvage the situation. So, after Xiao Zizai attacked Wang Qing, he punished Xiao Zizai by making him face the wall for half a year.

Unexpectedly, after half a year, Xiao Zizai's condition not only did not improve, but worsened.

In the end, Jie Kong had no choice but to ask Xiao Zizai to minimize contact with people and have him chant sutras and recite Buddhist scriptures with him every day, hoping to wash away the bloodlust in his heart. Unfortunately, all of this was in vain. Although he was able to suppress it in the early stages, he ultimately failed.

Moreover, the more intense the suppression, the stronger the outburst.

In the end, it still came to this.

The old monks gave Jie Kong a deep look, and seeing his expression, they said nothing more.

Jie Kong took a few steps forward and walked to the center of the field, shouting to Xiao Zizai in the distance, "Bao Jing, put down your butcher's knife and turn back before it's too late, stop now."

Xiao Zizai looked down at his hands and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

You slowly raised his head, his scarlet eyes calmly looking at Jie Kong standing not far away, and slowly asked, "Stop? Master, can I stop now that I'm like this?"

"Baojing, it's not too late to stop now. Don't make another mistake." Jie Kong wanted to continue to persuade Xiao Zizai.

But at this point, Xiao Zizai clearly had no way to turn back.

He clutched his head in anguish and cried out, "I didn't want this to happen either. I've tried my best to endure it."

"But Master, I can't help it! I can't help it!!!"

As Xiao Zizai let out a heart-wrenching roar, two streams of hot tears flowed from his bloodshot eyes.