Gazing at the solemn and ancient temple before them, Liaoyuan and his companions hesitated to proceed. Xie Ming asked, "Master, would you like to go there to obtain the scriptures?"

"Benefactor Xie, is there any explanation for this matter?"

"Yes, this journey will surely be arduous and difficult. If the masters cannot endure the hardship, they may not be able to return."

"It must be fate that we were able to bring this humble monk here, benefactor."

"Has the master never doubted his junior?"

"This humble monk was destined to die, and it was only thanks to Benefactor Xie's elixir that I was able to stay alive. If Benefactor Xie wishes to harm Shaolin Temple, he can simply wait until this humble monk passes away."

The four made a decision during their questioning, and the two elders who had come with them also firmly followed behind Yuan. Xie Ming smiled and gestured for them to proceed.

In the blink of an eye, he opened his eyes in the meditation room. The other masters beside him still had their eyes closed and had not woken up. Calculating the time, they would not return until the next morning, so he turned around and went back to his room.

The next morning, the sound of monks performing their morning prayers could be heard outside, and the surrounding spiritual energy felt increasingly abundant.

Xie Ming quickly sat up, realizing that the three masters had returned. Sure enough, he had just finished washing up when the little monk from yesterday came to invite him.

This time, he didn't go to the meditation room he had visited before, but to a courtyard in the valley behind the mountain.

Xie Ming raised an eyebrow; it seemed his status had been elevated once again.

Before he arrived at the door, the master was already standing respectfully waiting at the door yesterday.

"master!"

Xie Ming immediately changed his address after seeing the cultivation levels of the group.

"Thank you, benefactor!"

After taking their seats, Xie Ming routinely inquired about the entanglement between Liao Yuan and Zhang Qishan.

It turns out that Zhang Qishan had not been satisfied with the position of leader of the martial arts world for more than ten years; he wanted more and more power.

Besides expanding his power, he is also searching for the "Quenching Technique" left behind by the old man Qingfeng.

Liaoyuan is the abbot of Shaolin Temple. Qingfeng Laoren created the "Quilan Technique" in Shaolin Temple, so he knows the origin of the technique. However, he does not know that Zhang Qishan only obtained the first half.

Zhang Qishan obtained the clue to the second half of the book from the tomb of the Old Man of Qingfeng in the northern desert, which was in the hands of his old friend. So, over the years, he has been searching for traces in the past of the Old Man of Qingfeng.

He searched high and low in Yufeng Manor for three years without success. He then searched several other places that Qingfeng Laoren had visited, but to no avail.

The enmity between Liaoyuan and him stemmed from Liaoyuan's infiltration of the Sutra Pavilion and being discovered by him.

The two exchanged blows hundreds of times. Seeing that his opponent was evenly matched with him, Zhang Qishan did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble. Seeing that his face mask was still on, he seized the opportunity to escape.

He only collapsed to the ground after Liaoyuan and the others left. He knew who the people who came were, and that face mask was just a fig leaf.

But now he was no match for Zhang Qishan, and if Shaolin Temple lost him, it would surely suffer another great calamity. Therefore, Liaoyuan had been recuperating in the temple under the pretext of going out, and refused to be visited by others.

Zhang Qishan was like a sword hanging over Shaolin's head.

Xie Ming already knew about these things. He only brought up the topic to form a united front. He still needed to find other sects next.

"Master, could you please invite the leaders of other major sects to Shaolin Temple?"

"What is the meaning of this, Benefactor Xie?"

"The master has already transcended the mortal realm, so he can naturally perceive the changes in heaven and earth. Other sects should also have opportunities."

"Thank you for your kindness, benefactor!"

The three masters stood up and bowed to Xie Ming.

Having reached this level, they naturally understand the principle of mutual support and assistance.

There is good and evil. If only Buddhism is dominant, then in the future, when evil rampages, how can the power of one sect resist it?

In the illusion, they were also cultivators, and naturally they had witnessed the cruelty and crisis of opportunities.

"Then I'll have to trouble you masters."

Liaoyuan paused for a moment and then asked, "May I ask what your relationship is with Zhang Qishan?"

Xie Ming didn't hesitate to take off his mask, and his face, which looked 6 or 7 parts similar to Zhang Qishan's, unexpectedly appeared in front of them.

"Could it be that Benefactor Xie is from Yufeng Manor?"

Liao Yuan was truly surprised, and he understood why Xie Ming was wearing a mask.

"Yes, I am Xie Tai's grandson and Xie Muliu's son. I am Xie Ming, Li Buhuan's deceased disciple."

"No wonder, no wonder!"

Although Liao Yuan was seriously injured before, he knew the rumors outside that Li Buhuan had kidnapped the son of the young master of Yufeng Manor because of his grudges.

Some time ago, news broke that Li Buhuan had uncovered the truth and killed his enemy. At the time, he didn't understand what was going on. He had already suffered a loss once, so what was there to not understand?

It is likely that both Yufeng Manor and Li Buhuan fell into Zhang Qishan's trap back then.

"Thank you, benefactor. There is no rumor outside that you are no longer alive, which means that person has a backup plan. Is Yufeng Manor in danger?"

After speaking, one of the elders realized he had asked a foolish question: if the mountain villa was in danger, why would people show mercy at Shaolin?

"Don't worry, Master. I've already made arrangements over there. My maternal grandfather and the others won't be fooled and are not in any danger for the time being."

"Should we invite them to Shaolin Temple?" the master asked earlier.

"I would be grateful if you could take good care of me in this matter."

"It is inevitable."

Liao Yuan readily agreed. Now that they had achieved some success, they were not afraid of being sabotaged by others.

After that, Xie Ming stayed at Shaolin Temple to await the arrival of heroes from all walks of life.

At the same time, an old man and a young man arrived outside Yufeng Manor.

Xie Tai and Xie Muliu knew the date and time of their arrival in their dreams, and they waited early on the only road leading up the mountain.

"Father, it seems that what was said in the dream was true."

As the person drew closer, Xie Muliu spoke with disappointment. She had actually held onto a sliver of hope, but the fate of Yufeng Manor was truly tragic.

They uphold the teachings of their ancestors, helping the weak and punishing the wicked, and acting chivalrously, but the people they save repeatedly have ulterior motives towards the manor.

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