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But he quickly sat cross-legged, put his hands together, and continued to chant the scriptures in a low voice, though the scriptures he uttered were intermittent.
His mind was in turmoil!
After recounting everything in one go, Li Chengqian felt completely relieved.
He looked at Xuan Ci on the ground and smiled, "When you knew I was going to explain the Yanmen Pass massacre, you already anticipated that the truth would come to light."
"Your first thought should be how to protect the reputation of Shaolin Temple."
"So you sent the entire Shaolin Temple out, which stirred up almost half of the martial arts world."
"You are prepared to die. Once the truth comes out, you will obediently accept your punishment until death."
"This tragic way of dying will surely win the forgiveness of the martial arts world, but just now, you discovered another way out."
"That is to escort Duan Zhengchun back to the Song Dynasty. In this way, your reputation can be completely reversed."
"As for whether you will be killed by Yaoyue, you don't care at all. If you die, you will gain a good reputation; if you don't die, you will have won."
"Even with the Dali Duan family and the Shaolin Temple of the Song Dynasty, Yaoyue might not be able to kill you all."
“But you shouldn’t have used me, Li, as a stepping stone.”
"Alright, there's no use saying anything now. Abbot Xuanci, please take the people from Shaolin Temple outside."
"I've already marked the area."
After speaking, Li Chengqian looked at the people from Shaolin Temple with a smile, and all the martial arts travelers in the inn were terrified at the sight.
Mr. Li is trying to wipe out the entire Shaolin Temple of the Song Dynasty. The martial arts world of the Song Dynasty is about to change!
"Amitabha!"
"Mr. Li, may I, this humble monk, take their place?"
A monk came out of the yellow-labeled guest room. Upon seeing him, Li Chengqian smiled and said, "So it's Master Yideng!"
"I have admired you for a long time!"
"Logically speaking, since Master Yideng has spoken, I, Li, should naturally give him face."
“But I’m in a bad mood today and I won’t give face to anyone. If Master Yideng wants to help them, then let’s all take my sword together.”
"After this sword strike, you may choose to stay or leave as you see fit."
"Amitabha Buddha, then I humbly request your guidance."
After saying that, Yideng turned and walked out of the inn.
Li Chengqian, with a smile on his face, asked, "Master Yideng, I previously said that you are only half a hero."
"Guests in the Jianghu of the Great Song Dynasty had some reservations about this."
"What are Master Yideng's insights?"
Upon hearing this question, Yideng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and said, "Mr. Li is right. I made a mistake back then."
"For so many years, I have been atoning for my sins. How can someone with a guilty conscience be called a hero?"
"It shouldn't even be considered half a."
"Hahaha!"
Upon receiving this answer, Li Chengqian burst into laughter.
"Look, this is the hero in my heart, the true knight-errant!"
Han Zi said: "Today's wandering knights, though their actions may not conform to justice, are always true to their word, resolute in their actions, and faithful in their promises, and do not cherish their own lives."
"To rush to the aid of those in distress, having already risked their lives, yet not boasting of their abilities and ashamed to flaunt their virtues, is indeed something to be proud of."
"You don't even understand what a chivalrous person is, yet you talk about heroes and great men."
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"It's a pity that Master Yideng has to die for people like you. It's really not worth it."
"If Master Yideng can overcome his guilt, he will surely be among the heroes and great men."
As he spoke, Li Chengqian shook his head and sighed.
"Ugh!"
"Since there are so many people here today, I'll show you what I'm capable of!"
"Here comes the sword!"
The Suwang Sword at the entrance of the bamboo grove courtyard trembled continuously, then instantly transformed into a stream of light and flew into Li Chengqian's hand.
Holding the rusty Suwang Sword in his hand, Li Chengqian gently brushed his fingers across the blade, and the rust on it vanished instantly.
“Master, I know you want to save Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan.”
"Why don't you take my sword first before saving people?"
“If it weren’t for Master’s presence, I wouldn’t have wanted to use the Suwang Sword.”
Everyone was surprised to hear this.
Who is Mr. Li talking about? Someone who is worthy of Mr. Li's use of weapons.
Could it be Master Yideng?
That's right. With the Five Great Masters of the Song Dynasty and most of the Shaolin Temple's top fighters, they are indeed worthy of Mr. Li's swordsmanship.
Just when everyone thought they had guessed the answer, the gaunt old monk at the same table as Zhang Sanfeng stood up.
He was dressed in a green robe, moved slowly, and seemed weak. His sparse beard had turned completely white. If he hadn't been sitting at the same table as Master Zhang, he would have been easily mistaken.
No one would doubt that he knew martial arts.
"Good! Good!"
“Benefactor Li was able to leave them a chance to live; he is indeed a person with great compassion.”
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They're about to kill everyone and they still show great mercy, but there's some truth to that.
If Mr. Li is determined to kill, who in the world can stop him?
"Mr. Li, who is he?"
Driven by curiosity, a wandering swordsman asked a question without thinking, but he regretted it as soon as he asked.
You talk too much. How dare you speak in a situation like this?
"Hehehe!"
"This master has a very impressive background."
"Sweep away all the plums in front of the door with a broom, and cultivate a pure heart through a hundred meditations."
"All sentient beings are Buddhas in the eyes of the eye; what does it matter if one does not cultivate or chant?"
"Those who seek fame and fortune, whether meritorious or not, are content to keep company with only the ancient Buddha and the dim lamp."
"A hundred years have passed like flowing water, how many people have come and gone before this broom."
"He's a sweeping monk from Shaolin Temple; as for his strength..."
"Only ranked number one in the Jianghu of the Song Dynasty."
"That's all?" B.
Chapter 229 The Grandmaster Ranking is Released, and There are Immortals in the World
Upon hearing Li Chengqian's words, not only were the people in the inn stunned, but even the people from Shaolin Temple were dumbfounded.
Do we have anyone this powerful in our Shaolin Temple?
I do not know how.
Looking at the sweeping monk in front of him, Li Chengqian's lips curled up.
"Since you wish to save people, please do so."
The sweeping monk chanted a Buddhist prayer in a low voice, then turned and walked out of the inn.
Seeing this, the Shaolin Temple staff hurriedly followed, and after the last Shaolin Temple member left...
Li Chengqian immediately unleashed a sword strike, and an invisible sword aura slowly flew towards the sweeping monk outside the inn.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the sword energy vanished without a trace.
Turning his head, he saw that the sweeping monk outside the door had his robes bulging, and his powerful true energy had condensed into a three-foot-long wall of energy around his body.
The Shaolin monks behind him were in various poses, and almost every one of them made a defensive gesture.
Tick tock!
The sound of dripping water rang out, followed by the sound of countless objects hitting the ground.
The frozen scene finally changed, with countless monks collapsing to the ground, wailing in agony.
Except for the Sweeping Monk and Yideng, all the monks had lost their right hands.
Xuan Ci's head rolled several times on the ground.
"Amitabha!"
"Thank you for your kindness, Benefactor Li."
The Sweeping Monk clasped his hands together in thanks to Li Chengqian, and some sharp-eyed martial arts practitioners clearly saw the bloodstain on the Sweeping Monk's throat.
"From this day forward, the Shaolin Temple of the Great Song Dynasty will be closed for fifty years."
"If anyone dares to step out of Shaolin Temple, the day they leave Shaolin Temple will be the day your Buddhist sect is wiped out."
After saying that, Li Chengqian casually tossed the Suwang Sword aside, and it flew back to the bamboo grove courtyard, returning to its rusty state.
"Everyone says that Mr. Li of Ping An is a celestial sword immortal descended to earth, and seeing him today, I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved."
"I happen to have a favor to ask of you, Mr. Li. I wonder if you could help me?"
A graceful and elegant woman walked out of room number nine.
Li Chengqian glanced at the person and said calmly, "So it's Miss Murong. What would you like to ask?"