The old abbot, the Chief Monk, and the other higher-ups of Shaolin Temple were worried that the black-clothed man would steal the precious martial arts manuals and cause huge losses. They ordered a dozen serving monks, including Ning Chen, to count the scriptures in the Sutra Depository overnight.
A night passed, and the golden morning light shone on the glazed tiles.
Sunlight leaped over the roof that was covered with small Buddhas and sprinkled into the courtyard of the temple.
The monks who had been guarding the place for the whole night yawned loudly.
After the inventory was done, not a single scripture and martial arts secret manual was missing from the Sutra Depository. It was a false alarm.
In order to prevent the Devil Cult from making a comeback, the Shaolin Temple strengthened the protection of the Sutra Depository.
Other than the fact that open fires were not allowed in the Sutra Depository, there were torches burning outside the Sutra Depository every night to illuminate the night sky.
This had no effect on Ning Chen.
During the day when he was sweeping the floor, Ning Chen came to the Scripture Depository to sign in on time and receive the system's reward.
Over the years, Ning Chen had signed in all the halls and pagodas of Shaolin Temple.
In every corner, Ning Chen signed in several times until there were no rewards.
Only the Sutra Depository was worthy of being Shaolin Temple's greatest treasure. After signing in for so long, he could still obtain rewards.
After such a long period of accumulation, not only had Ning Chen's cultivation reached the Second Grade, but the treasures in the system space had also piled up like mountains, making him as rich as a country.
In addition to his study of Buddhist scriptures, his personality had become indifferent, carefree, and aloof from the world.
Ning Chen planned to leave Shaolin Temple after signing in for the Sutra Depository. He would go down the mountain to train and save the people.
Winter of the thirty-fifth year of Wende.
Emperor Wu died and King Zhenyuan usurped the throne.
The concubines, princesses, princes, and palace maids in the palace were all slaughtered.
It was said that on that night, blood flowed like a river, from the harem all the way to the Divine Martial Sect.
A group of loyal imperial guards fought their way out and escorted the little prince to Shaolin Temple, hoping to entrust him to the old abbot and ask for his protection.
Ning Chen clearly remembered the heavy snow that covered the entire world.
High mountains, silver-covered, can be said to be thousands of mountains birds fly away, thousands of miles of people disappeared.
He was sweeping the snow at the mountain gate when he saw a man in black armor and iron clothes. He had been shot several times, and he was holding the little prince's hand. His face was purple from the cold as he escaped here.
The moment the unyielding commander of the imperial guards handed the little prince over to Ning Chen, he died.
Before he died, the commander of the Imperial Guards transferred the remaining zhenqi in his body to the little prince to prevent him from freezing to death.
Ning Chen and the little prince looked at each other.
From a pair of childish eyes, he saw the flames of revenge.
Even though it was snowing heavily and the cold wind was biting, it was still unable to extinguish it.
Ning Chen handed the little prince over to the old abbot.
The old abbot almost died of worry.
The little prince was undoubtedly the hottest potato.
However, if he were to abandon it, the little prince would definitely freeze to death in the snow and ice at his age.
In the end, the old abbot chose to take in the little prince, shaved his head, and gave him the Dharma name Xuchou.
What made Ning Chen speechless was that the old abbot handed the little prince over to him again.
Ning Chen led the little prince to sweep the floor in the Scripture Depository.
Later, Ning Chen realized the old abbot's intentions.
On the surface, the little prince was just like Ning Chen, a sweeping monk.
In reality, the little prince could use this opportunity to enter and exit the Sutra Depository freely and "secretly learn" the 72 ultimate skills of Shaolin Temple.
The hatred of the blood sea made him cultivate crazily. He worked harder than any monk in the temple and became stronger than the monks of the " Xu " generation.
Even with the powerful bloodline of a Martial Emperor, the little prince's aptitude was superb, and he gradually surpassed his martial uncles.
Nine years later, the little prince, who had advanced to the Fifth Stage, finally could not resist the torment and burning of the fire of revenge in his heart. He had a secret discussion with the old abbot, asking the Shaolin Temple to help him take revenge and take back the throne.
The old abbot naturally refused.
In less than half a year, the little prince stole the Divine Light severed arm that was sealed in the Six Ancestor Altar.
His second ancestor, Huike, had once cut off an arm in order to obtain Dharma's teachings.
Divine Light was Huike's common name.
It was said that the Divine Light had forced all its demonic thoughts and power into its left arm and then cut it off.
On the surface, First Ancestor Bodhidharma was determined and determined to completely abandon the dark side in pursuit of Buddhism.
Therefore, the severed arm contained unimaginable demonic thoughts and endless power.
After Second Ancestor Huike was reborn, this arm had been left behind.
The severed arm was wrapped in a kasaya, and the Little Thousand Leaves Red Sandalwood Buddha Beads were wrapped around it. It was sealed under the stone bricks of the Six Ancestor Altar.
He didn't expect that the little prince would steal the Divine Light's severed arm…the Devil's severed arm in order to take revenge and advance to a higher rank as soon as possible!
When the old abbot discovered this, he was furious. He immediately ordered the martial monks of the various halls to patrol the mountain to capture the little prince and recover the severed arm of the Divine Light.
In a dense forest more than ten miles away from Shaolin Temple.
The little prince put down the things in his arms. Hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly drowned by hatred.
"Imperial Uncle, I want you to pay with your blood!”
The little prince let out a low growl and immediately tore off the small Thousand-leaf Purple Sandalwood Buddha Bead and the kasaya that wrapped around the broken arm of the devil.
A shriveled and ugly arm that looked like dried meat appeared in front of the little prince.
Was this the Divine Light's severed arm?
The little prince gritted his teeth, rolled up his loose sleeves, and pulled out a snow-white, ice-cold machete.
"Ah!"
The little prince shouted and cut off his arm with his saber.
An arm fell to the ground.
The wound on the little prince's shoulder was as big as a bowl, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"Everything is for revenge!"
The little prince's face was deathly pale. He gritted his teeth so hard that they were about to shatter. Enduring the pain, he picked up the Demon's Broken Arm and placed it on the wound on his shoulder.
The spurting blood splashed onto the Devil's Broken Arm, but it was instantly absorbed.
Immediately after, the reddish-brown arm that looked like dried meat suddenly " revived ". Like a blood-sucking leech, it attached itself to the little prince's wound and crazily sucked blood.
Flesh grew out of the broken arm and drilled into the flesh of the little prince's shoulder.
It looked like the broken arm of a demon had been roughly stitched onto the little prince's shoulder.
The shriveled Demon's Broken Arm was nourished by the blood and quickly became full.
At the same time, endless demonic thoughts surged into the little prince's body through his severed arm.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"What Buddha, what Bodhidharma? I've been kneeling for so many days. Kill them all!”
"I don't want to be a Buddha. I want to become a demon!"
" Blood, flesh, soul, all devoured, hahahaha…"
The little prince's body twitched, and a terrifying growl of unknown meaning came from the depths of his throat.
Soon, when the Demon's severed arm completely fused with the little prince, the little prince opened his hands and roared.
Black demonic Qi gushed out of his mouth like spring water, and his eyes shone with a blood-red light. The skin on his forehead split open, and a white horn made of bone drilled out.
Demon!
The little prince was possessed.
Because of the birth of the devil, the vegetation in the surroundings rapidly withered and withered.
"Look, Xuchou is here!"
"Found Xuchou!"
"Capture Xuchou and bring him back with the severed arm of Divine Light.”
A group of almond-robed monks dashed out of the forest and surrounded the little prince.
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