Chapter 34: A Leisurely Transformation of Vedic Avatar · 14

Wuhua’s face turned cold when he heard this, “Brother, what do you mean?”

Xiao Hao touched the back of his bald head and said helplessly, “I’ve stayed here too long.”

Wuhua actually looked a little angry and asked, “Brother, are you going to leave now?”

Chu Liuxiang had never seen Wuhua angry. Wuhua was always pure and aloof, and this was the first time he was angry like this.

Xiao Hao suddenly remembered something, so he said to Wuhua, “Speaking of which, there is indeed one more thing I want to trouble you with.”

Wuhua looked at him quietly without saying a word.

"Wuye is unworthy of the high expectations of Master and the head master. After Wuye leaves, please tell Master..." He paused, and then continued: "Senior Brother Wuxiang has a kind and steady temperament. He is a late bloomer. The great cause of Shaolin can be handed over to him in the future."

"..."

Wuhua's eyes flickered for a long time, and finally he smiled with an ambiguous meaning. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. "Senior Brother, go back and tell Master in person. I'm sorry that Wuhua won't be the messenger!"

He left with a wave of his sleeves, and Xiao Hao stood there in confusion. After a while, he smiled bitterly to Chu Liuxiang and the others: "I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Then he chased Wuhua who was walking away.

Chu Liuxiang laughed to himself. Although Master Wuye was a master of Buddhism, he underestimated the human nature of the world. It might not be that easy for him to go to paradise. Although the female demon in the desert had been eliminated, Shaolin and the Beggars' Gang still needed an explanation. Anyway, they had to go there. Wuye had no choice but to go with them.

He followed them slowly, feeling relaxed and happy for the first time in so many days.

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Xiao Hao wanted to leave as soon as possible, but Wuhua followed him closely, so he couldn't go back alone. Wuhua was very cold to him all the way, and didn't even want to look at him. If his favorability hadn't dropped, he would have suspected that he had angered Wuhua by asking Master Tianhu to pass on the power of karma.

After returning from the desert, Wuhua became mysterious and Xiao Hao often couldn't find him at night. Fortunately, he could hear him returning to his room every morning, otherwise Xiao Hao would think he had given up watching him.

Their pace was not slow, but it took nearly twice as long as when they went to the desert.

However, when they arrived in Shaolin, things became a little strange.

As soon as Xiao Hao returned to Jiulian Mountain, he saw many martial artists from Shaolin Mountain. Their faces were pale and their eyes were dull. When they saw Xiao Hao carrying firewood, they rushed over as if they had seen a savior.

“Master! Master must be Master Wuye! Please raise your hand! Save us!”

“Living Buddha! Buddha! Master’s Dharma is boundless, please save us from the sea of ​​suffering!”

“Master! I have an octogenarian father to support me, and a lonely wife and children to take care of me. Master, please save me first!”

“Master! Don’t listen to him! Save me first!”

“Save me, Master!”

…

Xiao Hao took a step back, frowned, and said, “What’s going on?”

The little monk Jie Yin saw him, let out a long breath, and immediately grabbed his sleeve, saying, “Brother Wuye! Amitabha, please come with me!”

Xiao Hao was dragged all the way up the mountain by him. How could those people from the martial arts world behind him let him go so easily? They rushed over one after another and followed closely behind them.

Wuhua casually patted the non-existent dust on his body, smiled coldly, and followed them up the mountain.

"A lot of people from the martial arts world have come here in recent days, all of them have been poisoned. Each of them has a note in their hands, which says 'This poison can only be cured by the living Buddha, otherwise you will see Yanluo within seven days'. The head abbot is now extremely anxious!"

Xiao Hao's heart sank, and he immediately asked the little monk: "When did this happen?"

The little monk thought while running, and hesitated: "About five or six days... Today may be the seventh day!"

When they arrived at the temple gate, there were twice as many people as at the foot of the mountain. The huge and pure Shaolin was surrounded by these people, and several monks such as Tianfeng and Tianhu stood among them, helpless.

Xiao Hao first bowed respectfully to them, then said, "Master, and all the uncles and aunts, I'm glad to see you. Wuye has been delayed a lot on the road, and I didn't expect such a big thing to happen!"

Master Tianhu shook his head at him and said comfortingly, "I don't know who is behind this, you don't have to blame yourself. Have you heard the letter that person left?"

Xiao Hao nodded and said, "Junior brother has informed Wuye."

"Very good," Master Tianhu immediately said to him, "Look at these earliest donors, can they still be saved?"

When everyone saw Wuye appear, they were very excited, but with the presence of several eminent monks from Tianfeng, they did not dare to be too presumptuous. When they heard that Wuye was going to treat them, they crawled up from the ground and sat up, vying to come to him.

Xiao Hao looked at them one by one. There was a countdown debuff under their health bars. Some had only a few hours left, while others had four or five days left. It was obvious that they were poisoned by the same poison.

The system did not know the specific name and effect of this poison. It only introduced it in a few words: Qiu Lingsu's poison, which cannot be dispelled.

When the countdown ended, it was likely that the poison would take effect. In such a short time, Xiao Hao was helpless for a while.

He closed his eyes and thought seriously.

Qiu Lingsu was in the Beggar Gang. She was not a wicked person. These martial artists were ambushed overnight, but the poison they were poisoned by was from her hands. So there was only one possibility, someone forced Qiu Lingsu to make such a poison.

This name was about to come out in Xiao Hao's mind -

Nangong Ling.

Shi Guanyin is dead, and it is impossible for anyone to order Nangong Ling to assassinate Ren Ci and usurp the throne. So there are only two possibilities for Nangong Ling to do this suddenly. One is that he knew that Shi Guanyin died at his hands and wanted to take revenge; the other is... Wuhua.

Xiao Hao couldn't help but look at the junior brother who had been following him, wanting to say something but stopping.

Wuhua was not surprised that he would look directly at him. His senior brother was a smart man, and as the legend said, he always knew a lot of things that others had no way of knowing. He had not concealed anything these days, so it didn't matter if he was seen.

Since the day when Shaolin was inherited by someone else, Wuhua had never wanted to get rid of Wuye as soon as possible, but Wuye always acted unexpectedly, and even risked his life to save the Beggar Gang when they were assassinated, and accidentally let him cultivate a golden body. Wuhua once thought that if Wuye continued to stand in front of him like this, perhaps he could tolerate it and do whatever the Shaolin master asked him to do.

Anyway, his mother is definitely not a match for his senior brother. After the matter in the desert is resolved, he can be a monk at leisure.

Wuhua knew what Shi Guanyin wanted him to do from her last look.

But whether he would do it or not was just a thought in his mind. He no longer had any reason to do it, but he also had no reason to give up easily.

Originally, they could have lived in peace and harmony.

——Unfortunately, that was only in the past.

Since Wuye wanted to leave, let him see clearly. If he dared to leave like this, he would definitely turn the martial arts world upside down.

Liu Wumei found him after that. This woman was firmly controlled by the opium poppy poison, and Wuhua was the only one in the world who could free her. And Liu Wumei, who was determined to survive, could do anything for that little bit of poison that made people fall deeper and deeper.

Wuhua smiled at Wuye, without a trace of tear: "Brother, why are you looking at me like that?"

Xiao Hao looked at him calmly, without any inner turmoil. However, at this moment, his mind was full of twists and turns. On the one hand, he was wondering whether this was Nangong Ling's revenge or Wuhua's deliberate instigation; on the other hand, he couldn't help but connect Wuhua's strange behavior in recent days, and the truth was about to come out of his mouth.

He turned around and said to everyone with a face full of shame: "... Wuye is incapable of this poison."

Everyone's face changed drastically. Their only hope these days was Wuye, the living Buddha. How could he not save them? How could he not save them? ! They became anxious and asked one after another:

"Master! What rare herbs are you missing?!"

"As long as you can save me! I'm willing to do anything!"

"Bah! You hypocritical thief! It must be because the poison is tricky and he is reluctant to waste his energy to save us!"

"What can we do? I don't want to die! I don't want to die yet!"

...

Master Tianfeng frowned and asked Xiao Hao, "Even you can't do anything about it? What kind of poison is this?"

Xiao Hao's face was heavy. When he was about to mention Qiu Lingsu, he heard a loud shout outside the temple:

"Master Wuye can't save us from this poison! But I know who can solve it!"

A figure in blue flew in from outside the courtyard wall. His figure was as graceful as a flying swan. His superb lightness skill made everyone present shine.

Chu Liuxiang looked solemn, holding a plain scroll in his hand, with some pain in his words: "I never thought that what I said not long ago would come true so soon."

Wuhua saw him looking at her disappointedly, smiled and said: "Oh?"

Chu Liuxiang landed in front of everyone, inserted between Wuye and Wuhua, and said to Wuhua: "When Zen Master Wuye was fighting that female devil, I said that I hope I won't see the day when you change your face. I didn't expect that today my words would come true."

Everyone looked at each other and asked hurriedly: "What do you mean, young man? Who can cure our poison?"

Chu Liuxiang raised the plain scroll and said: "This is a letter that the wife of the Beggar Gang leader Ren tried every means to send to me. The letter said that she was killed by Nangong Ling at the risk of the life of the leader Ren. "I was threatened and made this terrifying poison overnight." He looked at Wuhua and was very sad: "I only blame you two brothers for trusting you too much. If I hadn't found out that you are the sons of Shi Guanyin and Tianfeng Shishilang, I would never believe that you did it."

Shaolin and its surroundings suddenly burst into laughter. Master Tianfeng closed his eyes, bowed his head deeply and said: "Amitabha..."

Wuhua's face paused for a moment, then returned to normal, and smiled: "You can find out my father, you are very good."

Xiao Hao shouted a long Buddhist name, bypassed Chu Liuxiang, looked at Wuhua calmly and said: "Junior brother, what do you want to do?"

Qiu Lingsu is proficient in poisonology. If there is no antidote for the poison from her hand, it will definitely be a dead end.

Chu Liuxiang was right. Now there is actually only one person in the world who can save them.

Wuhua looked calm, as if he was enjoying the breeze and the bright moon. "Brother, you are leaving anyway, why bother me?"

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Hao insisted.

Wuhua looked indifferent and smiled, "Brother, just be your Shaolin successor."

Xiao Hao finally figured it out at this moment. If he had not taken over the inheritance of Shaolin at the beginning, there would not have been so many right and wrong. He always thought that he had set Wuhua right, but he did not expect that it was he who made him fall deeper and deeper.

He put his hands together and sighed, "In that case, okay, I will give it all to you."

The author has something to say: Enjoy your meal!

2333333 The last wave of pressure, Master, goodbye [Light candles

Wuhua: Just be your next headmaster.

Wuye: You want to be the headmaster? Okay, you do it.