Seeing Lu Feng's stern expression and determined gaze, Xuan Ci could not help but be curious as to why Lu Feng was planning to go down the mountain and return home.
"Did Shaolin Temple neglect you?"
Xuan Ci stood above and asked sternly.
"No!"
Lu Feng immediately replied.
"Are you planning to find another master teacher?"
After saying that, Xuan Ci's expression became a little more stern, as if he was enduring something. His clenched fists were so tight that the skin on his fingers turned a little pale.
Suddenly, Lu Feng mentioned going down the mountain and returning home. Xuan Ci thought that Shaolin Temple was not doing well enough in some areas, or that Lu Feng was planning to join another sect.
This young man was extremely talented. If Lu Feng continued to grow, his achievements would definitely be much higher than his. Therefore, he specially asked Lu Feng.
Lu Feng knew that if he didn't make things clear, his master, Xuan Ci, might have other ideas.
Lu Feng knelt on the ground and explained to Xuan Ci.
"Master treats his disciples, and even the martial uncles in the entire Shaolin Temple, very well. In the words of the secular world, it's not too much for Master to treat this little monk like his own son.”
When Xuan Ci heard Lu Feng's words of gratitude, an expression flashed across her face. However, she could not help but be overjoyed as she thought to herself.
"This old monk did not misjudge him. This little monk is loyal. If he wants to stay in Shaolin, I'm afraid this old monk might be greedy for his position as the host.”
Lu Feng continued to speak with great emotion.
"However, there are some enemies in the family. Although they were resolved by Zen Master Kumu of Heavenly Dragon Temple, I'm afraid that the enemy might not give up.”
Xuan Ci was a little surprised to see that his disciple had enemies in his family. He had always done his best for Lu Feng and let him be. Although Lu Feng was a cultivator with a calm personality and excellent talent, Xuan Ci was also imperceptibly guiding and protecting Lu Feng on the path of martial arts to prevent Lu Feng from dying prematurely.
After all, he had to be wary of Senior Brother Xuan Cheng's mistakes. Thinking of Xuan Cheng, Xuan Ci couldn't help but feel a little indignant.
Before Lu Feng, Xuan Cheng was the most outstanding Shaolin monk in the past few hundred years. He had cultivated the seventy-two ultimate skills of Shaolin Temple into thirteen ultimate skills. However, for some reason, his senior brother Xuan Cheng went mad overnight and lost his divine skills, becoming a cripple.
If Senior Brother Xuan Cheng's talent was still the same, the position of host might not have been his.
Seeing that Lu Feng had come down the mountain to settle his enemies, he immediately felt much more at ease. He then made arrangements for Lu Feng.
"Since your enemy is here, why don't you let your Martial Uncle Xuan Ku or Xuan Bei accompany you down the mountain?”
Even though Lu Feng's cultivation had already reached the Connate Realm, Xuan Ci still regarded him as a novice monk who had not experienced the world and arranged everything for him.
Just by telling him about his family's situation, Xuan Ci had already thought of helping him. Lu Feng's gratitude towards Xuan Ci increased a little.
On second thought, Li Mochou wasn't the only one at fault. If Lu Feng's father hadn't made a random promise to make Li Mochou hate him, Li Mochou wouldn't have become so stubborn.
He bowed to Xuan Ci and said.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master, but this disciple alone is enough for this trip. There's no need to trouble Martial Uncle and the others!”
Seeing Lu Feng like this, Xuan Ci wanted to insist on his own opinion. However, if he did not let go and let Xuan Ci handle everything, no matter how high Lu Feng's martial arts cultivation was, his disciple's achievements would only be short-lived.
He could only nod in agreement.
"Alright, since you have such thoughts, then go down the mountain and settle the matter before returning to Shaolin Temple.”
When Lu Feng left Xuan Ci, he kowtowed a few times.
Even if everything went smoothly, Lu Feng had not been at home for more than ten years and had been staying in Shaolin for a long time. His mother, He Wanjun, might want him to stay at home for a while. This trip down the mountain would take at least a few months.
Xuan Ci waved at Xu Qing, who was serving beside him, signaling for Xu Qing to send Lu Feng down the mountain.
After descending the mountain, Xu Qing handed a token to the handymen guarding the relay station. One of them led a fine brown horse and respectfully handed it to Lu Feng.
Even though they weren't inner disciples of Shaolin Temple and were only doing odd jobs, they had good eyesight and were well-informed. Knowing that Lu Feng was the personal disciple of the abbot, he was extremely appropriate in handling such trivial matters.
"Senior apprentice-brother, be careful on your journey. Junior apprentice-brother will definitely clean senior apprentice-brother's room once a day.”
Lu Feng patted Xu Qing's shoulders and said.
"In the days when Senior Brother is not around, you have to practice hard. Your talent in martial arts is not bad. When Senior Brother comes back, he will teach you other martial arts!”
Xu Qing's eyes were red as she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Ever since Lu Feng and Xuan Bei returned, Lu Feng had told Xu Qing about what he had seen and heard in Jianghu, which made Xu Qing envious.
Lu Feng mounted his horse, and the sound of the horse's hooves went far away.
After watching Lu Feng leave, Xu Qing adjusted his mood and walked towards Shaolin Temple.
In the host's residence.
"He left?"
Xuan Ci asked Xu Qing who had just returned.
"Yes, host!"
Xuan Ci sighed, her heart filled with reluctance.
He instructed Xu Qing.
"Go and invite your Martial Granduncle Xuan Ku over. Tell him that I have something important to discuss with him.”
……
After leaving the Shaolin Temple, Lu Feng was travel-worn. He traveled day and night as he headed toward the Lu Residence.
……
By the river, a nun placed her sword aside and reached out to draw water.
A man stood behind the nun and bent down to speak to her.
"I, Tian Boguang, have seen many nuns, but this is the first time I've seen someone with such a distinctive appearance.”
Without waiting for the nun to speak, Tian Boguang spoke again.
"Ah! Little Master, what's your name?”
Just as the nun was about to reply, she said,"My name is…"
However, she immediately closed her lips tightly. Her master's warning rang in her ears. When she was outside, she was not to talk to unfamiliar men.
The little nun turned her head to the side, picked up the sword beside her, and walked to the other side.
When Tian Boguang saw that the little nun was ignoring him, he opened his mouth to provoke her and teased her.
"Little Master is so beautiful and is in a hurry. Could it be that you want to meet your lover?”
The little nun said timidly to Tian Boguang after she made a Buddhist bow with one hand.
"Amitabha. Monks are free from all worldly desires. Patron, please have some self-respect!”
Tian Boguang saw that the little nun was still not angry and did not make a fuss. His words did not work, so he pointed at the little nun's acupuncture point with one hand and fixed her there. Then, he carried the little nun with both hands.
When the little nun saw the strange man hugging her body, she instantly panicked and shouted loudly.
"What are you doing? Help!"
Tian Boguang did not forget to comfort her.
"Little Master, you don't have to be afraid. It's fate that we met today. Why don't we become friends?”
At this moment, Lu Feng, who was tired from the journey, was drawing water from the downstream river. He was prepared to rest by the water's edge before continuing his journey.
However, when he heard a woman calling for help, if it wasn't for the fact that he had something important to do and was anxious about his family, he would definitely go and help when he encountered such an injustice.
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