Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter Seventy-One: The Matter Is Over (Part Seven)

After saying this, Murong Fu was about to pull Murong Bo away when the sweeping monk looked on with pity. "How could young benefactor Murong be so heartless as to let your father suffer such pain?"

Murong Fu's face was deathly pale. He didn't say anything, but pulled Murong Bo to walk out. At this moment, the other high monks of the Xuan generation from Shaolin Temple who had been blocking the Beggars' Clan downstairs also rushed up.

The two groups of people collided. Master Xuansheng and the others looked at the Murong father and son, who were fleeing for their lives, with a puzzled expression, wondering what had happened.

Bai Ke was watching the show from the sidelines, eager to see how Murong Bo and his son would be chased down by Qiao Feng and his companion. He was not about to allow Master Xuansheng and the others to disrupt the proceedings.

After coughing lightly twice, Bai Ke took two steps forward without leaving a trace, blocking Master Xuansheng and his companions in front of Murong Fu and his son.

Seeing that only the Shaolin Temple group had come, he thought to himself that the Shaolin Temple group must have kept the rest of the people outside.

He didn't explain why he was here, after all, he had just made a great impression at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

He simply chuckled and brushed it off, as Master Xuansheng and the others were already quite surprised as to what had happened.

In addition, Bai Ke has been acting mysteriously since his appearance, and he was nowhere to be seen when the Beggars' Sect members were clamoring to come here.

Presumably, the kid had already arrived here by then, so they didn't hold Bai Ke's trespassing in the Sutra Pavilion against their will.

Looking at the mess in the library, Master Xuansheng's eyelids twitched. Normally...

Let alone outsiders, even monks from Shaolin Temple themselves, unless they reach a certain level or accumulate enough contributions, ordinary people cannot get within a hundred steps of this place.

However, things are different now. Even the highly respected Abbot Xuanci has been exposed for having an illegitimate child in the Shaolin Temple.

Although it was just a mistake made by Abbot Xuanci when he was young, he was, after all, the leader of Shaolin Temple, one of the two pillars of the martial arts world. How could it look good when such a thing was exposed?

The death of Abbot Xuanci with a beating left Shaolin Temple leaderless and filled with unease, with everyone at the temple at a loss.

They had gone to great lengths to stop the horde of martial arts masters who were rushing towards the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion.

Unfortunately, even if they don't let a single mosquito in now, it's already too late.

The scandal that had been hidden in the Shaolin Temple's scripture pavilion for over 20 years could no longer be concealed.

The group entered the second floor of the Sutra Repository and were somewhat bewildered by the tense atmosphere among the several people inside.

Fortunately, at this moment, the handsome young man, for reasons unknown, rushed over and told them everything that had just happened.

Master Xuansheng's expression was strange. Listening to what this young master Bai said, the sweeping monk was indeed highly proficient in Buddhism, and every word he uttered contained Zen wisdom.

It's just a mystery why such an ancestor would hide in the library and be willing to be a lowly janitor cleaning it.

Although puzzled, Master Xuansheng still performed the proper courtesies, pressing his palms together in a gesture of respect to the sweeping monk:

"Master, I am honored to meet you. Judging from what this young man has said, you seem to have quite a bit of knowledge about the unique skills of our Shaolin Temple?"

"I dare not accept such praise... This humble monk has only done some research." He then sighed deeply.

"Back then, I told my master and fellow disciples that I wanted to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. I buried myself in the Sutra Repository for decades. In the blink of an eye, everything has changed, but I have gained nothing. I am truly ashamed!"

The sweeping monk lamented that his youth had passed and he had gained nothing, but Master Xuansheng and the others dared not agree with him casually; they simply chanted Buddhist mantras in a low voice.

Immediately, Master Xuanmie interjected, "This...uncle, I've heard you say that haphazardly practicing the 72 Shaolin arts can easily lead to disaster. Is there any way to remedy this?"

He didn't know how to address the Sweeping Monk, but seeing his unusual appearance, he figured he must be from the same generation as his master or even higher, so he simply called him Uncle Dao.

"Hmm? What makes you say that, Master? This humble monk sees no hidden dangers in your spiritual practice."

Master Xuansheng and the others looked at Xuanmie with curiosity, wondering why he had interrupted with such a remark.

Master Xuanmie's face fell. "Senior brother, have you all forgotten Junior Brother Xuancheng? Doesn't the fact that all his meridians are severed prove what this senior uncle said?"

Master Xuansheng and the others then remembered Xuancheng, who was bedridden. Master Xuancheng was one of the few monks in Shaolin Temple who was skilled in martial arts.

He was the Shaolin Temple's most accomplished martial arts master in nearly 200 years, but for some unknown reason a few years ago, all the meridians in his body suddenly broke.

This incident caused quite a stir at Shaolin Temple. The temple thought someone had assassinated Master Xuancheng, and they were on high alert.

It wasn't until Master Xuancheng awoke from his coma that everyone realized that it was actually Master Xuancheng himself who had done this.

It turned out that when he was practicing martial arts, his true energy suddenly overflowed and he couldn't control it. It was a very dangerous situation, and he didn't have time to tell anyone.

He only planned to tell his fellow disciples after he got through this ordeal, but unexpectedly, this incident caused all the meridians in his body to be severed, turning him into a cripple.

But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. Xuancheng, who originally lacked understanding of Buddhism, suddenly had a profound enlightenment. Perhaps it was because he had experienced life and death, but he became a great monk.

But Xuan Sheng and Xuan Mie are, after all, Master Xuan Cheng's senior brothers. Now that Master Xuan Cheng is bedridden for a long time and cannot even take care of his basic life, how can they just ignore him?

Master Xuanmie and Master Xuancheng had a very good relationship. When they heard that the Sweeper Monk seemed to have a way to make amends, they couldn't help but interrupt and ask.

The sweeping monk sighed softly, "Amitabha, I am also helpless about Master Xuancheng's situation. When Master Xuancheng came here to comprehend the cultivation method, I advised him several times."

Unfortunately, Master Xuancheng turned a deaf ear, and now he's in this state. Who can he blame but himself? His meridians are all severed; how can Buddhism possibly save him?"

The sweeping monk said this, but he had some other thoughts in his mind, after all, Bai Ke had brought him too much of an impact.

He had a vague premonition that the new peak of martial arts he had been pursuing for many years might have already been surpassed by someone else, and that this suddenly appearing young man might have received that person's inheritance.

From Bai Ke, he could sense the wondrous uses of the energy he had newly discovered; it was not merely a simple accumulation of energy.

It can even replace human thought and perform some more sophisticated activities, such as how this young man used it to conceal himself.