I am in a chat group, and all my friends are the protagonists of the Sequel

Chapter 493 I only seek inner peace and to carve out my own path.
[Meng Qi: So, where's my internet?]

[Meng Qi: Where's my internet?]

Meng Qi's voice was low and gloomy in the group chat. He had been waiting round after round, but he still hadn't seen the virtual universe network's online red envelope.

Never mind, let's eat first.

It's also a good time to add a chicken leg.

Meng Qi went out, found a shop and ordered a chicken leg rice, which he took back to eat with his junior brother.

In the distance, suddenly yellow sand covered the ground, and a group of bandits dragged a dozen women and children on the ground, playing and laughing.

Meng Qi remained silent, a lump forming in his throat, and unconsciously drew his Crimson Sun Demon-Suppressing Blade.

"I feel like I'm going down the same path the group admin mentioned."

"I'll be expelled from Shaolin Temple and become an outcast." Meng Qi muttered to himself, then suddenly strode forward, raising his sword to slash at the bandits who treated the lives of women and children as mere amusement.

"I hope my reputation will be good after I'm expelled."

……

Ji Zheng and the others went online in Luo Feng's world.

They also sent out the online memory red envelope.

Strangely, Meng Qi didn't collect it for a while.

[Xiao Yan: Strange, Meng Qi has been pulled into the Six Paths of Reincarnation again?]

[Ye Fan: No, didn't the group admin say the next reincarnation mission would be a long time from now?]

[Ji Zheng: Yes, the next period will be Meng Qi's time to venture into the martial world.]

[Ji Zheng: I remember it was around this time that Meng Qi made it onto the Heaven, Earth, and Human Rankings, gaining his first name in the martial arts world.]

[Xiao Yan: What's your title?]

Xiao Yan was curious.

The names in the martial arts world all sound very nice, such as the Red Dust Sword Immortal and the Chess Master.

They're better at naming things than people in their fantasy world.

[Ji Zheng: Let's talk about this title when Meng Qi asks.]

After all, the name "Mang Jingang" sounds a bit strange.

Moreover, after their changes, Meng Qi may no longer be referred to by this name.

He might not even be called a swordsman, let alone a sword immortal.

……

Arena.

Meng Qi gasped for breath, his eyes bloodshot, as he looked at the pile of corpses in the mountain stronghold.

He kicked open a door, inside which several women and children hung limply, their bodies tattered and torn.

Too many people have been killed.

Meng Qi's junior brother behind him also silently clasped his hands together, holding Buddhist prayer beads and chanting a mantra for deliverance.

As a monk of Shaolin Temple, he should have stopped his senior brother.

But he couldn't beat him.

All I could do was silently recite the mantra for deliverance from behind.

"Junior brother, the people from Shaolin Temple should be arriving soon."

"Remember to have your senior uncles and aunts settle these people in properly," Meng Qi said in a deep voice.

Although the people of Shaolin Temple are very conservative, they will genuinely believe that any unpleasant guest is willing to repent if the guest is willing to turn back from the wrong path.

But because of this, it has a very good reputation.

When these things happen, we will handle them properly and not let these unfortunate people suffer again.

"And what about you, senior brother?" Junior brother Zhenhui suddenly became nervous and quickly asked.

Meng Qi laughed, carried his sword on his back, walked towards other doors, kicked down a door, and cleaved a bandit hiding inside in two.

"I'm not going to be a monk anymore."

Since going back would implicate his uncle at Shaolin Temple and cause him to lose the opportunity to ascend to the pavilion and receive the scriptures, he decided to go back.

Then why not just be more efficient and become a Shaolin Temple outcast?

Junior disciple Zhenhui was nervous, but didn't know how to persuade him. "You're not going to be a monk anymore?" a deep, resonant voice suddenly asked.

Meng Qi tensed up, looked at the figure in the red robe who had appeared before him, forced a smile, and said:
"Master."

Didn't the group admin say that Master was fighting the Crying Old Man and that it took a long time to find him?

How come we found him so soon after the battle ended?

Xuan Bei remained silent for a while, looking at the corpses strewn across the mountain stronghold, the blood stench so thick that even the crows in the sky dared not come down.

"Come back with me." Xuan Bei didn't say much, he just calmly said this.

Meng Qi felt a pang of anxiety, but under Xuan Bei's calm gaze, he could only mumble, "Mm."

"But Master, could you please settle these people here first?"

"Well, once we reach Tanhan, if any of them wish to stay in the Western Regions, we should make proper arrangements for them to go to Yuhai."

"Those who are willing to go to the Great Jin Dynasty, please return to Liusha Village together. Grandmaster Kongjian and the others are waiting there."

The Shaolin Temple people have already arrived in the Northern Desert.

However, since they didn't know where Meng Qi and the others were, they split into two groups, with one group staying in Liusha Village.

He had heard about his apprentice's glorious achievements while passing by, and thus used his speed to get there.

……

Two days later, five figures appeared on the dilapidated mountain stronghold.

One of them was You Haiduo, who resembled a farmer. Like the Nine Aperture Master that Meng Qi killed, he was a person who cried for the old man.

They were ordered to hunt down Zhen Ding and his group.

However, after failing to find Zhen Ding's whereabouts on his way down the mountain, he planned to return and inquire about Kang Zhi's findings.

As a result, they heard about a monk who had razed a bandit stronghold in Liusha Village.

The camp was filled with ruins, blackened by fire, and many corpses were mutilated by wild animals, resembling a hellish scene.

You Haiduo didn't say anything, but walked all the way to Kangzhi's courtyard, entered the back room, and saw the charred corpse that had been burned but still remained.

"They actually killed so many people," one of his men exclaimed in shock.

The monks of Shaolin Temple have always advocated minimizing or eliminating killing.

However, all the bandits here, regardless of age or gender, were killed.

"Not necessarily. Some of the released sheep are so full of hatred that they might turn on the weak and kill them," Yu said with a worried expression.

"However, at least the monk tacitly approved of it."

He took out a transparent stone with a ghostly green glow from his pocket, stretched out his right palm, and suddenly black mist rose into the room, accompanied by a shrill cry.

Although he did not break through the external realm and receive the "Eighteen Songs of the Wrongful Soul," his skill in dealing with people made him more favored by the Crying Old Man than An Guoxie, who passed on some of his auxiliary techniques.

Black energy surged into the stone, turning it from transparent to light black, sometimes revealing a distorted face.

"Boss, what are you doing?" another member of the Helian Mountain Seventy-Two Bandits asked in confusion.

Yu Huanduo rarely showed a smile:

"Of course it's for the old monks to see, to show them how inhuman, cruel and bloodthirsty the direct disciples of Shaolin are, more like demons than monks."

Shaolin Temple prides itself on its enlightened monks.

He would become his weapon, to kill that Zhen Ding monk.

……

[Ji Ning: Group owner, Luo Feng, I'm going back to the Three Realms first.]

Ji Ning suddenly said in the group chat.

The others didn't quite understand what had happened that made Ji Ning act so suddenly.

However, they nodded and told them to feel free to help with anything.

Ji Ning: It's nothing serious.

Ji Ning smiled, looking very happy.

[Ji Ning: Yu Wei has returned from Senior Brother Lü's place.]

He was a disciple of Bodhi Patriarch, and Bodhi Patriarch was also addressed as an equal by the Three Pure Ones and other Daoist Ancestors.

Therefore, he addressed Lü Dongbin as "senior brother".

(End of this chapter)