Zhang Qishan took her hand and helped her sit down, saying, "What you say is very true, but I have something else on my mind."
Mei Ru, as expected of someone who could hold Zhang Qishan's hand, immediately had a flash of inspiration and said happily, "Husband, do you mean Liao Yuan's health is failing?"
“I was also puzzled last time. After so many years, I dare not say that my skill has reached the pinnacle, but it is enough to deal with Liaoyuan. But after fighting with me, he still stood up. I thought that Shaolin also had peerless martial arts, and I was wary and dared not make a move. Now it seems that I was overthinking it.”
"Husband, what should we do next?"
"Tell Feng'er not to act rashly for now. I'll go to Shaolin and test the waters before making a decision."
Zhang Qishan's tone was confident, which pleased Meiru.
She was a frail woman who had fallen into prostitution. If she hadn't carefully chosen this man back then, she wouldn't be where she is today. Thinking that Zhang Qishan would go even further in the future, she felt as if she could see herself becoming the empress and ruling the dynasty.
In high spirits, the two disregarded day and night, spending a considerable amount of time in the house making out. It wasn't until nightfall that Zhang Qishan tidied his clothes and left the room, preparing to go to Shaolin to investigate.
Xie Ming stayed at Shaolin Temple for more than half a month. During this time, Liao Yuan and several of his disciples and grand-disciples pestered him every day, allowing him to witness the "deep thoughts" of people outside the secular world.
He's not someone who's easily manipulated. You want to study so much, huh? Fine! Time to activate the five-year college entrance exam mode!
So a group of people who were about his age or even older than him spent their days writing and doodling in the meditation room.
After getting rid of that group of people, Xie Ming didn't have much free time, as people from various sects had been arriving one after another.
Aside from the Taoists, those people from other sects were somewhat different from the Shaolin monks; they all had a certain arrogance about them.
Xie Ming didn't say much; those who were disobedient were simply dismissed. Those who were obedient, attentive, and qualified remained to explore the illusionary realm.
Liao Yuan was rendered helpless by Xie Ming; she sent out the invitations herself and also drove the person away herself.
He now understands why people don't seek help from other organizations; it would be too offensive.
However, seeing the people leaving without looking back, Liaoyuan could only shake his head helplessly.
Given the gravity of the matter, he dared not say much to those sects that had not yet joined the fray.
If he causes unrest and disturbs the peace of the people, then he has committed a crime.
Xie Ming didn't expect to resolve the issues between the various sects in one night like last time. This time, he had to move a lot of things, including medicine cultivators, alchemy cultivators, sword cultivators, and array cultivators...
Almost 10 days had passed by the time everyone awoke from the illusion.
When everyone awoke, it was as if they had been transported to another world, and the leaders of each school had gained some insights.
Several sect leaders present regretted not bringing enough disciples, thus missing a great opportunity, while those sects that wanted to give Shaolin face by bringing enough disciples were laughing their heads off.
Xie Ming sensed the changes in the world and felt a sense of joy. He couldn't help but think to himself: "Old Man Qingfeng, I wonder how long you can remain so proud of your skills."
The inexplicable closure of Shaolin Temple for more than 10 days has naturally aroused curiosity from many parties, including the one or two sects that had previously left, those who were not invited, and of course, Zhang Qishan, who was extremely anxious.
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