But the next second, the monk Xuanjian lowered his head slightly and said, "It seems that I was wrong. I hope you will not take offense, young master."
Chu Qinghe chuckled and said, "You're too kind, Master. Please continue."
After speaking, Chu Qinghe gently fanned himself with his folding fan, appearing ready to continue playing the role of a bystander.
Seeing this, Monk Xuanjian did not suggest that Chu Qinghe leave sooner. Instead, he glanced at Shuimu Yinji beside Chu Qinghe before slowly looking away.
After his gaze fell upon the Azure Dragon Society members opposite him, Monk Xuanjian spoke up: "A hundred years ago, the Azure Dragon Society was jointly besieged by the major sects of the Ming Dynasty. However, after several years of effort, they were unable to find the Azure Dragon Society's headquarters. At that time, I knew that sooner or later, the Azure Dragon Society would make a comeback."
In response to what the monk Xuanjian said, the black-clad man standing silently in the Azure Dragon Society said coldly, "Since you already knew this day would come, why say more? Just tell me how you want to die."
The sound he uttered clearly carried a hint of age.
In addition, the man's equally gray hair was enough to show that he was not young.
Upon hearing this, Monk Xuanjian shook his head and said, "Even when the Azure Dragon Society was at its peak a hundred years ago, it was difficult to resist the general trend of the world. It is even more difficult to do so now. Why should you care about the grudges from a hundred years ago? You might as well let them go and you will be able to truly understand."
The man in black said coldly, "So much time has passed, and you bunch of bald monks are still spouting benevolence and righteousness, and the general trend of the world. Back then, your Southern Shaolin didn't want to sit idly by and watch my Azure Dragon Society grow stronger, so you took the initiative to approach the imperial court to discuss the matter of encirclement and suppression. Do you think your Southern Shaolin's wishes can represent the general trend of the world?"
The monk Xuanjian sighed and said, "If Bai Yujing were still in the Azure Dragon Society, the Azure Dragon Society would be the legitimate one. But after Bai Yujing disappeared, your Azure Dragon Society was taken over by Fang Longxiang. Under Fang Longxiang's control, the Azure Dragon Society went against the tide and even wanted to unify the martial arts world and vie for supremacy. This is a path to certain death. My Southern Shaolin is merely following the trend of the world."
The man in black sneered, "Interesting. For the sake of the world? Going against the tide? Do you really think that the things your Southern Shaolin did, such as destroying those eighteen first-class forces and attacking the Round Moon Gate and the Divine Water Palace, were really done by my Azure Dragon Society?"
"Ha, you disciples of the Buddhist sect actually slaughtered tens of thousands of people from eighteen first-rate forces, and now you have the nerve to say such things? You've really wasted your time reciting Buddhist precepts."
These words caused a stir, not only among the members of the Azure Dragon Society but also among some disciples of the Southern Shaolin Temple, whose expressions changed drastically and whose gazes all fell upon the monk Xuanjian in front of them.
Qu Feiyan and the other girls exclaimed inwardly, "Whoa!" After circulating their true energy to isolate themselves from Chu Qinghe and the others, they asked, "Sister Situ, were the people who attacked your Divine Water Palace really from the Southern Shaolin Temple?"
In response to Qu Feiyan's words, Shuimu Yinji said slowly, "I don't know. According to my master, the person who fought her at that time had a very open and powerful martial arts style, but it also had a sinister touch. It didn't seem like the martial arts of those Dragon Heads from the Azure Dragon Society."
While not admitting it, they also did not deny the possibility.
Based on Chu Qinghe's previous analysis, when the group looked at the monk Xuanjian in the distance, a hint of disdain appeared in their eyes.
Seeing Chu Qinghe's calm demeanor, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, aren't you surprised at all?"
Chu Qinghe said calmly, "It's alright."
Many things, once seen enough, become commonplace.
That's often how things are.
Behind the glamorous facade often lies a shocking reality.
If the Southern Shaolin Temple, which has stood in the martial arts world for hundreds of years, were truly as compassionate and detached from worldly affairs as it appears, why would it have participated in events like the siege of Bright Peak?
Where does the golden body of the Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall come from?
There may be truly enlightened monks in the world, but most of them guide people to do good and bring blessings to their communities in the vast world, rather than staying in seclusion on a hundred-foot mountain.
To put it bluntly, the Southern Shaolin Temple is ultimately just a martial arts force.
It's just that, compared to other martial arts forces, they have an extra banner.
In the arena, feeling the gazes of the Southern Shaolin disciples behind him, the monk Xuanjian, standing in front, shook his head and said, "If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext. Our Southern Shaolin has been established for hundreds of years, and its reputation has long been established in the world. How can you possibly smear our reputation with just a few words?"
Upon hearing this, the man in black sneered, "That's right. Whether the water is dirty or not is indeed unimportant. In any case, after today, there will be no more Southern Shaolin in this world."
"boom!"
"Azure Dragon Society~"
However, at that moment, a booming sound quickly came from the back mountain of the Southern Shaolin Temple.
Immediately following, amidst the surging of true energy, a low roar filled with boiling rage resounded from the back mountain.
Upon hearing the commotion coming from the back mountain, the monk Xuanjian, whose expression had remained unchanged, suddenly changed his demeanor and quickly turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound had come.
At this moment, the black-clad man from the Azure Dragon Society sneered, "Heh! You don't actually think that I'm the only one at the Celestial Realm who has stepped into the Southern Shaolin Temple today, do you?"
Upon hearing this, the monk Xuanjian's composure vanished completely. He frowned and instantly mobilized his true energy.
"Trying to leave?"
However, before Monk Xuanjian could make any move, a cold snort rang out, and in everyone's sight, as the man in black raised one hand, a nearly ten-foot-long, pitch-black blade shadow instantly materialized and appeared in front of Monk Xuanjian.
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