The divine monk Duya coughed heavily, telling the abbot and the heads of departments to stop flattering him.
"Buddha is merciful. Heaven will not destroy Shaolin Temple.”
"In fact, we were able to survive the Demon Cult's calamity this time all because of a sweeper…an otherworldly expert hidden in our temple.”
The Divine Monk Du Ya felt that at Ning Chen's level, he was no longer a lowly servant monk. He was sweeping the floor out of interest!
The abbot was stunned and asked curiously,"Divine monk, is there really a hidden expert in our temple?"”
He thought of the theft of the library pavilion decades ago, where the demonic path experts were scared away.
He also recalled the time when the little prince stole the Divine Light's severed arm and became a demon in the forest.
The two major events had shown that there was indeed a mysterious master living in seclusion in Shaolin Temple.
After that, the Shaolin Temple tried to find him many times, but to no avail.
He did not expect that after decades, that mysterious expert would appear again and save Shaolin Temple from destruction!
The divine monk nodded and said meaningfully,""That's right. Furthermore, Abbot Jue Yuan, you know his identity.”
"I…know him?"
The abbot was stunned again.
He searched in his mind.
He had "searched" through all the people he knew, but it seemed that no one could match up to the otherworldly expert.
The divine monk Du Ku rolled his eyes and said hoarsely,""That person is Miao Chen, and you shaved his hair for him!”
" Miao-Chen-!!"
"Impossible, impossible, how could it be him!？”
Abbot Jue Yuan cried out involuntarily.
Back then, when he shaved Ning Chen's head when he was a child, he told Abbot Du Nan that Ning Chen's aptitude was mediocre and he did not have the root of wisdom.
Abbot Jue Yuan's heart sank. He had a dark history of offending Miao Chen.
Immediately, Abbot Jue Yuan glanced at the three divine monks, and his mind couldn't help but calm down.
The three divine monks had a dark history of offending Miao Chen.
Actually, it wasn't an offense.
It was just that the contempt in the past had become unattainable today.
The three divine monks told Abbot Jue Yuan and the other heads how Ning Chen had killed Star Constellation Patriarch, defeated hundreds of disciples of the Demonic Sect, and crushed the Crippled Zen Master.
Especially in the last match, when Ning Chen fought against the Demon Fetus, he struck out an earth-shattering palm strike, causing the monks to hold their breaths and their hearts to race.
The Chief of Discipline Hall took a deep breath, put his palms together, and said,""Amitabha, Senior Miao Chen is like the reincarnation of a living Bodhisattva!”
" Half-step Earth Immortal," the chief of the Arhat Hall said." In other words, half-step Arhat. Senior Miao Chen's achievements are not lower than the Sixth Ancestor's!"”
The Bodhidharma Hall Chief sighed with emotion." Fortunately, Miao Chen was born. Shaolin Temple was able to survive and avoid the disaster of annihilation."”
There was no doubt that this was a thigh that the Shaolin Temple had to hug tightly!
Abbot Jue Yuan was a little uneasy again.
In the past, he actually said that a living Buddha who had attained the Arhat Realm had no wisdom and mediocre talent.
Abbot Jue Yuan broke out in a cold sweat, his intestines turning green with regret.
The divine monk Duya seemed to have seen through Abbot Jue Yuan's thoughts. He put his palms together and lowered his head to chant the name of Buddha.
"Amitabha. Jue Yuan, you're too ugly.”
"Miao Chen is a magnanimous and compassionate person. Why would he care about such things?”
"If he wanted to, he would have made things difficult for you long ago.”
Hearing this, Abbot Jue Yuan's body trembled. He sighed in admiration and reverence.
"Amitabha, I'm sorry.”
Abbot Jue Yuan led the surviving Shaolin monks to the Sutra Depository and bowed deeply.
"Three divine monks, can we meet Saint Monk Miao Chen?”
Abbot Jue Yuan asked expectantly, a feeling of wanting to go on a pilgrimage growing in his heart.
The three divine monks hesitated.
They really wanted to say, if you ask me, who should I ask?
The divine monk Du Ku was smart. He rolled his eyes and pretended to be profound,""Holy Monk Miao Chen is a reclusive expert. He has long been indifferent, calm, and extraordinary.”
"He has a lofty state of mind. We can't figure it out, so..."
"So?"
"Amitabha. That's why when Holy Monk Miao Chen is willing to meet you, he will naturally show himself.”
"Good, good. Junior Brother Du Ku is right.”
"Alright, let's go. Don't disturb Saint Monk Miao Chen's cultivation.”
The Shaolin Temple had just experienced a calamity, and everything was going well.
The three divine monks had yet to recover from their injuries, so they had to return to the back of the mountain to focus on healing.
They were over a hundred years old, and although their realms were high, their physical conditions were deteriorating.
He had fought against the two Venerables of the Demonic Sect, the Star Constellation Patriarch and the Crippled Zen Master. He was severely injured and had used his Origin.
If he didn't go into seclusion, he would probably pass away in a few years.
The monks of Shaolin Temple began to get busy.
As for Ning Chen, after returning to the Scripture Depository, he began to rummage through the cabinets, searching for something.
"If the black-robed man infiltrated the Scripture Depository back then because he coveted the Shaolin Temple's martial arts treasure, then what did Demonic Emperor Wu Tianchou want?”
"The wicked disciple has learned all 72 ultimate techniques of Shaolin Temple. The Sutra Depository should be worthless to him!”
"I must have missed something, but what exactly did I miss?”
Ning Chen sat in the sea of scriptures, frowning and deep in thought.
Ning Chen had also learned the seventy-two ultimate skills of Shaolin Temple once, and he was more proficient than anyone else.
In order to kill time, Ning Chen stayed in the Scripture Depository and read more than half of the 5,000 scriptures.
But he didn't find anything.
Could it be…
……
At the same time, in the Demon Cult's headquarters!
In a luxurious underground palace.
There were fake mountains, pavilions, flowing water, and gardens.
There were 18 corridors and many pavilions.
Carved beams and painted walls, plated with gold and inlaid with jade, extravagant.
In a hall that was modeled after the imperial palace, the Demon Cult Master, Demonic Emperor Wu Tianchou, sat on a dragon throne carved from thousand-year-old Iceheart Jade.
In Jianghu, even an ordinary Iceheart Jade was equivalent to gold, let alone a thousand-year-old Iceheart Jade.
A dragon throne carved from thousand-year-old Icy Heart Jade was priceless.
If he were to wander into the martial world, it would probably cause a bloody storm.
The main function of the Icy Heart Jade was to make one's heart as clear as ice and prevent cultivation from going berserk.
Demonic Emperor Wu Tianchou relied on the Thousand-Year Iceheart Jade to maintain his consciousness and prevent himself from being devoured by the Demonic Will!
At this moment, the Dark Emperor was wearing a dark red demonic armor.
There were thorns on the edge of the armor.
In the middle of the breastplate, there was a fist-sized vertical eye.
This vertical eye was currently closed.
Demonic Emperor Wu Tianchou was wearing a phoenix-winged helmet and an iron mask.
There was a hole on his forehead, allowing his bone horn to extend out.
Behind him, two beautiful maids were fanning the Evil Emperor with the Sun and Moon Fan.
At this moment, Demonic Emperor Wu Tianchou suddenly opened his eyes, which were filled with the flames of hatred.
The Shaolin Temple's Demon Fetus was dead!
He had once again suffered a huge loss at the hands of his former cheap master!!
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