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Chapter 93: Life for a Life, Every Wrong Has Its Own Cause

"You should go out for a walk, too."

"Brother Xuancheng wanted to leave the temple back then, but you bothered me. Today I don't want to leave the temple, but you are urging me to leave."

Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "You are different from Xuan Cheng. His tendons and veins are damaged, and his power is completely wasted. But you have been practicing diligently for more than 20 years. Even I can't test how deep your internal strength is."

"Just because you have deep inner strength, do you have to travel the world? Besides, I have been out of the temple quite a few times over the years."

"You always come back after a few hours of absence." Xuan Ku shook his head gently and said, "You are already grown up, and you should have gone out to see the world long ago. Besides, you are a lay disciple, and you have been thinking about getting married since you were six years old. Why are you not in a hurry now?"

"Oh, I see. Are you anxious?"

"Go, go, go! Recently, countless people want to see what Master Xuanchen, the reincarnation of Tianlong, looks like. If you don't want to be watched by people all day, then hurry down the mountain!"

"So this is also part of your plan to scheme against me?"

"The elders' love means long-term planning. Leave early and remember to prepare vegetarian wine on the wedding day."

Xuan Ku turned and left, and Hong Chen sighed inwardly.

He came to the bronze mirror and opened his eyes.

【Unknown’s Eyeballs (19.99%)】

Hong Chen still remembers that when the number exceeded 5%, he experienced another round of paralysis and marrow cleansing. The specific effect was that his training speed became faster, and even his comprehension seemed to have increased a lot. Afterwards, every time he broke through 5%, his root bone talent would experience a baptism and promotion. Even if Hong Chen was not a genius at the beginning, he could become a true genius after three baptisms.

And this was what he had been cultivating with his own internal energy for more than 20 years. It was no exaggeration to say that if the internal energy injected into his eyeballs could be withdrawn and given to others, he could have become a top-notch martial arts expert.

However, the last 0.01% has been stuck since a few months ago.

Obviously, 20% is a difficult hurdle.

Even if Xuan Ku didn't say it, he was ready to leave the mountain.

After so many years, Qiao Feng has become a ripe fruit and it is time for him to complete his mission.

He stood up, dug out the dusty box from under the bed, took out a set of clothes for backup, turned around and went to the yard to untie his belt, take off his monk's robes, and fetched water from the well to take a bath.

After a while, the gate opened.

She wore a crimson robe with thunder patterns embroidered on the hem, a dark leather belt around her waist, a white jade lotus crown, a carved Ruyi hairpin, eyebrows like ink paintings, temples like knife cuts, a pair of peach blossom eyes as lively as water, looking around with a graceful look, her sleeves fluttering with every move, and her temperament elegant.

Not far away, he happened to meet Xuan Ku meditating by the pond. Hong Chen raised the corner of his mouth and walked forward silently, gently patting him on the shoulder.

Xuan Ku was startled and turned back suddenly. Without a careful look, the surprise and confusion in his eyes that were difficult to conceal made Hong Chen laugh.

"Haha, Senior Brother, it seems that you don't even recognize the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dragon that you made up?"

The white beard under Xuan Ku's chin trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes wide and kept circling around Hong Chen.

Hong Chen raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you give me this dress? Don't you remember?"

Xuan Ku pursed his lips, shook his head and said, "I also asked a donor who runs a clothing store to choose and buy for me, but I didn't expect... it would turn out like this."

"Then he has good taste." Hong Chen smiled and nodded, then asked: "So, are you still worried that I won't be able to find a wife?"

Xuan Ku couldn't help but laugh: "I'm not worried anymore, but I'm still a little worried."

"Oh?"

"If you have many wives and concubines and your martial arts skills are neglected, wouldn't that be my fault?"

"Hahaha, Senior Brother, after all these years, this is the first time I've discovered that you're so good at talking!"

The two people by the pond laughed out loud, and the frog squatting on the lotus leaf was so scared that it quickly kicked its legs and jumped into the water.

He patted Xuan Ku on the shoulder and stood up.

Xuan Ku thought he was about to leave, so he hurriedly called him back, then got up and went back to his own meditation room. Not long after, he came out with a small cloth bag, and said with a smile, "It's not easy to travel around the world, take this with you."

Hong Chen took it and opened it. It turned out to be a few silver bills, a handful of silver coins and two strings of copper coins, totaling no more than three hundred taels. Not too little, not too much, but this should be Xuan Ku's entire savings. He did not ask why monks also had to save money, because he knew that Xuan Ku had never had such a habit before meeting him.

"Okay, I'm just worrying about where to get some money." Hong Chen tied up the cloth bag and put it in his arms.

Xuan Ku looked satisfied, and reminded again: "Everyone knows that you should marry a virtuous woman, so don't be blinded by the appearance of some women."

"I get it. A wife should be virtuous and a concubine should be pretty. I understand!"

"You little bastard, you really want to take a concubine!" Xuan cursed with a wry smile.

"Haha, no kidding, I have something for you too." Hong Chen took out an arm guard and took the initiative to demonstrate his teaching skills. Finally, he emphasized: "Brother, don't have that expression. Assassins can also be chivalrous. The assassin's equipment can also be used for chivalrous purposes. I'm not giving you this thing to kill people with. Can't you just use it to protect yourself?"

Xuan Ku refused, "I am not a stubborn person. Although this is a hidden weapon, it is very ingenious and a rare weapon. But I never leave Shaolin, so how can it be dangerous? You are going down the mountain soon, so you should keep it for yourself!"

Hong Chen stuffed it directly into his arms and said, "I made this thing, how can I live without it? There is no absolutely safe place in this world, so you should take it with you and think about it carefully, so as not to hurt yourself when you need to use it." "Well... okay, I'm sorry."

"I didn't say anything like that when you gave me the clothes."

"Haha, okay, okay, it's me who is not."

Hong Chen nodded and said with a smile, "Let's go!" He turned around and left without looking back. Xuan Ku did not say anything else, but just stood there quietly and watched him say goodbye.

After leaving the Bodhi Temple, he went to the Sutra Library.

"Master Huimu."

"Are you...Uncle Master Xuanchen?" Huimu's face changed slightly, and the dislike in his eyes almost overflowed, so he quickly lowered his head.

Hong Chen ignored it and smiled, "It's me. I'm going down the mountain. I guess I'll rarely come back in the future."

Huimu frowned slightly, not understanding why Hong Chen told him all this, but in his opinion it was better for Hong Chen to leave. This brat always found ways to make him call him uncle-master. If it weren't for the identity issue, he would have slapped Hong Chen to death long ago.

Hong Chen's smile did not fade, and he continued, "I came to see Junior Brother Huimu today because I wanted to tell you one thing."

Huimu clasped his hands together and bowed his head: "Uncle Master, please speak."

"If you kill someone, you must pay with your life. If you owe someone a debt, you must pay it back. This is the natural law. Do you agree?"

"Of course. But I'm so kind..."

"That's good." Hong Chen suddenly interrupted, patted him on the shoulder, turned around and left.

Huimu looked at his back in astonishment.

Suddenly, his heart felt cold, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: Could it be...

After leaving the Sutra Library, Hong Chen found Huishan holding a broom in the corner of the martial arts training ground.

"Uncle-master Xuanchen?" Huishan also looked at him several times before recognizing him.

Hong Chen put his hands behind his back and smiled: "Is he handsome?"

Huishan nodded and smiled, "Handsome! I didn't expect that Master Uncle would be so handsome after taking off his monk's robes. No wonder you have been unwilling to become a monk."

"Haha, you have good taste! By the way, I'm going down the mountain soon, and I'll rarely come back from now on."

"Ah?" Huishan was startled, and quickly said, "Congratulations, uncle! I just don't know if we will meet again in the future."

"There will be. I came to you because I have a question for you."

"Uncle Master, please feel free to speak your mind. I will tell you everything I know."

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Am I right?"

Huishan was obviously much smarter than Huimu, and the hatred he carried had accumulated over time and made him more sensitive. Therefore, as soon as Hong Chen said this, his disguise was instantly exposed, and the sharp light that flashed in his eyes was clearly captured by Hong Chen.

"Uncle Master is right." Huishan bowed his head deeply.

Hong Chen: "The person closest to me in Shaolin Temple is my senior brother Xuan Ku, and Uncle Qiao and his family down the mountain are also my benefactors."

Huishan: "I have heard a little bit about it."

"If anything happens to them, I will be very sad. If I am sad, others will die."

Huishan's mouth twitched wildly, and he wanted to raise his head and ask Hong Chen if he knew anything. But because he was in Shaolin, in broad daylight, if he was exposed and couldn't get anything out of him, wouldn't all his years of hiding and disguise be in vain? So, he could only suppress his anger and temporarily suppress his restlessness.

Hong Chen looked at him with his head down, and could almost imagine his current expression, so he sighed: "To be honest, now I suddenly understand what Master once said to me: The most difficult thing to bear in this world is indeed a secret."

Huishan raised his head slowly, his face was calm, only his eyes were trembling slightly.

Hong Chen knew what he wanted to say, so he spoke first: "I have two masters. One is Master Lingjing of Shaolin Temple, but Brother Xuanku taught me martial arts on my behalf. The other is Wang Jiantong, the previous leader of the Beggars' Sect. He taught me the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Although I didn't learn all of them, I benefited a lot. Both masters are gone now, but the kindness between master and disciple will not and cannot disappear with their deaths. There is no such logic in the world. However, Qiao Feng has called me Big Brother since he could speak. He treats me with sincerity and I cannot turn a blind eye to it. Therefore, although I cannot tell you directly who those four people are, I can guarantee that I will not hinder your revenge in the future. In addition, I will give you three more chances to confirm their identities. There are only three times, so seize them well."

After directly exposing Huishan...Xiao Yuanshan's identity, Hong Chen turned around and left, not minding at all exposing his back to the other party.

Correspondingly, Xiao Yuanshan did not make any move. At this moment, he had already completely lost his mind because of Hong Chen's words.

In front of the mountain gate.

Hong Chen turned around and looked back at this ancient temple that had housed him for decades, and his mood was inevitably complicated.

If you do something wrong, you must admit your mistakes and accept the punishment.

The same goes for the Shaolin abbot.

Unless you are invincible.

(End of this chapter)