Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

martial arts field

Liao Hui and Zhang Chen on the field suddenly started exchanging greetings about each other's families.

Zhang Wenliang listened to his master's sarcastic remarks and picked at his ears, wondering if he had misheard.

On the other side, the Pure Relic also took out a small notebook and wrote down Hui's foul language.

She could hardly believe it; if she had cursed Hui, she might have been subjected to a severe verbal attack.

This guy's mouth is even sharper than mine; he doesn't just curse directly, but he uses very elegant veiled insults.

On the other side, Li Junsu was also pinching Sizi's cheek, having made up his mind.

Now, we need to gather intelligence on the older generation.

He was almost led astray by those useless Shaolin monks.

Liao Hui is a martial arts master, a leader of Buddhism and Taoism, and the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Such a person cannot be simple.

This is not the world he subconsciously perceives, not the kind where even if you're a loser, being a rich kid means you can have a smooth life.

The fact that Huineng became the abbot and suppressed other minor Buddhist sects shows that his power was not weak.

If you're strong, your mindset will definitely be good.

This is the rule of martial arts. The most typical example is Hu Huo. You can say he is bad, but you can't say he is bad.

In this martial arts world, it is impossible for a good-for-nothing to rise to power.

Especially martial arts sects, which are gathering places for martial artists.

Li Junsu also felt a bit emotional, saying that both Shaolin and Longhu Mountain put on a very good show.

Even he subconsciously overlooked Hui and Zhang Chen.

"It was quite an unexpected turn of events; I'll have to be more careful next time," Li Junsu reminded himself.

If he is too aggressive towards Shaolin, he may suffer a great loss.

Shaolin is truly in dire straits. With Liaohui freed from his shackles, if the Shaolin abbot before him were to fully awaken, the three patriarchs of Buddhism might very well come to his aid.

With the addition of the explanation, the five martial masters might actually be able to revitalize Shaolin.

Just like the later Qianlong Emperor, who also turned the tide.

Beimen Jue's warning that night wasn't out of fear of Huiyu's desperate measures, but rather out of concern that the abbot would fully awaken.

"I need to reveal my trump cards little by little," Li Junsu thought to himself.

Boil the frog in warm water.

On the field, Zhang Chen and Hui both stopped talking.

"Is there anyone else who wants to spar?" Liao Hui placed her hand on her neck, her skin appearing and disappearing in the light and shadow.

"Still not satisfied?" Zhang Chen raised an eyebrow.

"You're too weak." Liao Hui snapped her fingers, her words dripping with sarcasm.

"Even if you were capable, it would still be a draw." Zhang Chen flicked his whisk and shook his head.

"Let's go, my old bones can't take any more of this." Zhang Chen put his hands behind his back and left with satisfaction.

Seeing his old friend once extinguished his fighting spirit.

If it were the current Liao Hui, he might get even more excited as the fight went on.

But this was a monk from back then, and he really had no hostility towards him.

......

The setting sun of yesteryear, the past cannot be retrieved.

Memories surfaced in Zhang Chen's mind.

"Holy crap, are you still alive?"

When Zhang Chen arrived, he was startled to see Liao Hui covered in blood and the corpses scattered all around.

"The Heavenly Demon Palace? Nothing special."

The young Liao Hui joined two fingers together and ran them across the gash in her abdomen where the Soul-Hooking Chain had torn open, and the blood gradually congealed.

Horrible scars, corpses everywhere, Liao Hui casually draped his tattered cassock over his shoulder.

"Really, it's a pity you became a monk." Zhang Chen shook his head as he looked at Hui, who seemed to think he was the most important person in the world.

This kind of person is suited to go to the imperial court, and it has to be a place like the Ministry of War, that would be a place with a promising future.

"Where is the difference?" Liao Hui asked casually, looking at the congealed blood on her fingertips.

“Shaolin is a place of compassion, and these people should be taught a lesson,” Zhang Chen said, pointing to the corpses on the ground.

"When I become the abbot, I will surely raze the Heavenly Demon Palace to the ground."

"Education? That should be left to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Liao Hui rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

As the sun set, Liao Hui, shirtless with a kasaya draped over his shoulders, walked away with a somewhat nonchalant air, his face turned towards the sun.

"Furthermore, do you know why only Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can teach evil spirits?" Liaohui suddenly turned around and asked with a smile.

"Why?" Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment, and asked subconsciously.

"Because the wicked are dead, it's that simple."

"Only death can atone for sins."

"Only by atoning for your sins can you be reborn."

"Keep pretending," Zhang Chen retorted, snapping out of his daze.

But the monk had already left, otherwise there would have been another debate.

......

"By the way, didn't you say you were going to raze the Heavenly Demon Palace to the ground?" Zhang Chen asked with a smile as he snapped out of his reverie.

Upon hearing this, Liao Hui raised her eyes and looked at Bei Menjue with a deep gaze.

"The Heavenly Demon Palace... is probably not living up to its name." Liao Hui looked at Bei Men Jue and said cryptically.

The people from the Sword Sect held their breath. Was Liao Hui provoking Bei Men Jue?

"Wow, that old man has a really good eye," Jian Chan said to Li Su telepathically.

The North Gatekeeper, who was maintaining the arena, was unusually somewhat apprehensive.

He realized that Hui wasn't being sarcastic, but stating a fact.

The Heavenly Demon Palace, the number one force in the demonic path, is now down to just a few members.

Liao Hui did not speak further, but put on his robe and stepped down from the arena.

"Shaolin is no longer Shaolin."

"Just like the ancestors enshrined in the relics, they all need to rest."

Liao Hui murmured to herself, then her back hunched over again.

The arrogant monk fell into a deep sleep once more, leaving behind the leader of Shaolin.

Despite the pain in her meridians and ignoring the sudden onset of tribulation lightning, Liao Hui slowly walked to her seat.

Liao Hui's figure became even more hunched, but everyone present, including the Taoist ancestral soldiers, no longer looked down on him.

Liao Hui sat down, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Shaolin and him... how similar they are.

They are all using their past glory to nourish their present bodies.

During the subsequent warm-up, however, the participants lost interest.

Li Su, in particular, kept staring intently at Hui, making Hui's scalp tingle with fear that Li Su would rush up at her.

If it were just now, he might have actually exchanged a few blows with Li Su.

But I can't do that now.

The battle between the spirit soldiers on the field continued, but everyone's attention began to wander.

Even the emperor was yawning as he watched.

Although Zhang Chen and Hui only exchanged three moves, those three moves were powerful and heavy, and extremely visually appealing, flowing smoothly like clouds and water.

Especially when Zhang Chen was thrown, even the arena cracked.

Watching the magical battles between the spirit soldiers now, their techniques seem weak and lacking in substance.

Among the more eye-catching dark horses, Shuang Yuefeng and Donghuang Zhong went toe-to-toe.

The biggest dark horse should be the Heavenly Dragon Staff.

Then, the strength displayed by the spirit soldiers was not much different from the ranking established by the Great Qian Dynasty.

The warm-up went by quickly.

"Alright, now it's time for the main event. Who wants to go first?" The emperor snapped out of his reverie, clapped his hands, and said.

He really wanted to see Zhang Chen and Hui Zhen spar; those two were true geniuses.

Liao Hui's every move was imbued with Buddhist wisdom and Zen spirit, making him feel that his mind had become much clearer.

Even the slight guilt he felt towards his court officials had vanished.

The Daoist aura emanating from Zhang Chen further clarified his thoughts, allowing him to issue official documents to his court officials with greater peace of mind.

After all, they have a responsibility to the world.

Do you even understand the value of gold in the world?

How can we not work hard on official duties?

The emperor thought about it more and more and he decided to go back and study it carefully, figuring out how to motivate his court officials to work harder.

On the field, Li Jing suddenly shivered.

Fang Moudu, who was behind him, also suddenly felt a chill run through his body.