Bat Prince, roaming the heavens

Yuan Suiyun chuckled, reached into his robes with his right hand, and slowly pulled out a slightly old, ancient Buddhist scripture.

"I suddenly remembered. When I captured that villain Bai Xiaosheng, I did find some miscellaneous items on him, including this book of unknown title. However, as you know, I am blind and had no idea what was written on it, so I just casually put it on my person and didn't pay any attention to it. I never expected that this would be the treasured book that was stolen from your temple. Now, it has been returned to its rightful owner."

These words were spoken flawlessly.

He both followed the script prepared by Shaolin, confirming that the scriptures were found on "Bai Xiaosheng," and lightly glossed over his previous nighttime intrusion into Shaolin. He also used his blindness to give Shaolin the most perfect and dignified way out.

Yuan Suiyun casually tossed the scripture, which he had long since memorized and had secretly copied on Wuzheng Immortal Island, towards Xinmei without any hesitation.

Master Xinmei received the scripture with trembling hands, quickly flipped through it, and confirmed that it was an authentic work containing secret techniques.

The old monk was overjoyed. Even though he knew Yuan Suiyun was probably lying through his teeth, he quickly seized the opportunity and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Amitabha! Master Yuan is upright and honest, never deceiving in secret. He is truly a peerless benevolent hero! The entire Shaolin Temple will forever remember this kindness!"

"Young master, you are truly virtuous," Peng Qihu and the others flattered.

The hall was filled with praise, and the tense atmosphere that had been on the verge of exploding was diluted considerably, instead revealing a hypocritical atmosphere of righteousness and peace.

Happy to everyone!

Only Ding Baiyun gritted her teeth. She had promised to show her the Yi Jin Jing, but now she hadn't seen a single word before Yuan Suiyun returned it to the Shaolin Temple.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

"How is Master Xinjian?" Yuan Suiyun asked casually after returning the Yi Jin Jing.

Since Shaolin knows that Bai Xiaosheng is the mastermind behind the plot to steal the scriptures, it means that Xin Jian, the traitor, has been identified.

However, Xinmei did not mention Xinjian just now, so Shaolin must have dealt with him in another way.

Xinmei gave Yuan Suiyun a deep look and said, "Junior Brother Xinjian has some health problems. He has now stepped down from his position as head monk and is in seclusion in the back mountain of the Mo Academy, chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha every day to recuperate and no longer concern himself with worldly affairs."

That day, after Xin Jian regained consciousness, he naturally found the room empty.

He could hardly tell whether what had just happened was real or a dream.

With trembling hands, he opened the hidden compartment on the bookshelf where the Yi Jin Jing was kept, only to find it empty.

In an instant, Xin Jian's face turned ashen, and he was so frightened that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He thought he had just encountered a ghost after walking too much at night.

Tormented by boundless fear and the despair of impending exposure, Xin Jian finally broke down. His legs gave way, and he knelt outside Abbot Xin Hu's meditation room that very night, tearfully confessing his crimes of colluding with Bai Xiaosheng to steal the scriptures.

Upon learning of the theft of the treasure, the Shaolin leadership was furious, but concerned about their century-old reputation, they could only try to suppress the news while secretly dispatching elite monks to search for Bai Xiaosheng's whereabouts near Mount Song.

However, Bai Xiaosheng had already been captured alive by Yuan Suiyun, and the Shaolin Temple's repeated searches were all in vain.

A day later, a Shaolin lay disciple who was away sent back a shocking secret report: it was suspected that the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets had been defeated by a young man named Yuan Suiyun.

Recalling the words of the spirits and deities spoken by Xin Jian when he confessed his sins, Abbot Xin Hu understood that what Xin Jian encountered that day was not the ghost he thought it was, but the return of the young master of Wuzheng Manor!

Given the former fame of Wuzheng Manor and the terrifying strength of Yuan Suiyun, who was suspected of being able to defeat Tianji Laoren, Master Xinhu made a decisive decision and sent Master Xinmei, the second-ranked among the first masters and the most knowledgeable about the ways of the martial world, down Mount Song. Ostensibly, he was pursuing Bai Xiaosheng, but in reality, he was giving Yuan Suiyun the most dignified way out in order to bring back the secret manual.

As for Xin Jian, the traitor who was blinded by greed and nearly destroyed Shaolin's century-old foundation, he had his internal strength, which he had cultivated for decades, crippled in the dead of night after he revealed everything.

At this moment, he was nothing more than a frail and feeble old man, locked in a stone cave behind the Bodhidharma Academy like a walking corpse, facing the cold stone walls, meditating on Buddha day and night in endless darkness, using his remaining life to repent for the sins that could never be washed away.

Yuan Suiyun nodded: "In that case, let's entrust the Hundred Knowledge Scholar to the Master as well."

Bai Xiaosheng was of no value to Yuan Suiyun anymore, so he was given to Shaolin as a bonus.

"Amitabha, thank you, Master Yuan." Xinmei was overjoyed upon hearing this.

After all, Xin Jian stole more than just the Yi Jin Jing; six other martial arts manuals have yet to be recovered, and the whereabouts of these secret manuals are probably only known to Bai Xiaosheng.

"You're too kind, Master." Yuan Suiyun nodded calmly.

After dealing with the Shaolin Temple matter, Yuan Suiyun turned his attention back to Li Xunhuan.

"Since everyone agrees that Lin Xian'er is the Plum Blossom Thief, then Brother Li is innocent. Why don't you release his pressure points?"

Although Tian Qi knew that Yuan Suiyun couldn't see him, he still felt that the other party was "watching" him, so he quickly said, "Just now, Brother Gongsun pressed Li Tanhua's acupoints. His acupoint pressing technique..."

Gongsun Moyun was already barely breathing, so it was impossible for him to get up and release Li Xunhuan's acupoints.

"Very well." Yuan Suiyun stretched out his finger and tapped the air a few times, releasing an invisible surge of energy that instantly released Li Xunhuan's pressure points.

Li Xunhuan felt a surge of heat suddenly flow into several icy acupoints on his body, and his numb limbs and bones instantly regained sensation.

He took a deep breath, but didn't bother to calm the surging blood in his chest. He forced his swaying body to support himself and staggered forward to reach Lin Shiyin and her child, whose faces were pale.

"Brother Li, now that this matter is settled, I'll entrust the mother and child to you," Yuan Suiyun said.

Li Xunhuan had extremely mixed feelings about Yuan Suiyun's actions tonight. Although he had killed Long Xiaoyun and crippled Long Xiaoyun, he could hardly say that he had wronged him.

Although Lin Shiyin hated Yuan Suiyun to the bone, he was unable to strike him with his sword.

"Thank you for saving me, Brother Yuan." In the end, Li Xunhuan simply bowed.

Then he reached into his sleeve with his right hand, as if he would pull out an incomparably sharp throwing knife in the next second.

Upon seeing this action, most of the people present suddenly held their breath and instinctively stepped back, protecting the people around them in front of them.

At this time, Long Xiaoyun had already died, and Zhao Zhengyi and Gongsun Moyun followed in his footsteps.

Tian Qi's throat moved slightly, and he stiffly looked around as he saw himself being pushed to the front by the retreating crowd.

He's become the ringleader!

Tian Qi felt a chill rise in his throat for no apparent reason. He quickly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and bowed, saying, "Scholar Li, it's a misunderstanding! This...this is a huge misunderstanding! We were misled by that despicable man, Long Xiaoyun, and blinded by greed, we did such a foolish thing. Long Xiaoyun is kind on the surface but evil on the inside; he even plots against his own brothers. He is truly wicked! Please, Scholar Li, have mercy on us and don't hold it against us. Please, have mercy on us..."

After hearing this, Tian Qi's old face turned red, then white, then green, a truly fascinating sight.

Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and soaking a large area of ​​his shirt.

Li Xunhuan coldly swept his gaze over the crowd, then pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve, intending to wipe away Lin Shiyin's tears, but in the end he simply stuffed the handkerchief into her hand.