Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

On the other side, Shi Feixuan's face was frosty, and the Color Void Sword on her back hummed faintly.

"Demon!"

She murmured to herself.

A chilling sword intent began to emanate, silently scattering the fallen leaves around him.

Faced with everyone's reaction, Chen Mo smiled as if he had done something insignificant.

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together and explained, "Don't worry, everyone. I am not someone who kills innocent people indiscriminately."

"These people only took advantage of the chaos to attack my wife earlier."

Upon hearing this, everyone first realized what was happening, and then they all chimed in to agree.

"Oh? I see! So you attacked the master's wife? That's unforgivable!"

"That's right! How dare they be so disrespectful to the master's family! These people are asking for death!"

"There's a reason for it, I can understand, the master did the right thing!"

"..."

However, someone quickly realized, "Wait... something's not right."

"Let me sort it out."

A voice suddenly rang out.

"Master...aren't you a monk? How...how come you have a wife?!"

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples!

All eyes were once again focused on Chen Mo, filled with astonishment.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo simply smiled and offered no explanation.

Seeing this, although everyone was very curious, they dared not ask any more questions.

After all, the person in front of him was not one of those high monks from Shaolin Temple who emphasized 'compassion' and 'persuasion through reason'.

This man acts entirely on his own whims, and is ruthless and decisive; those few people who were just killed serve as a warning.

If you ask a question that displeases him, and he points a finger at you in return, then there's really no way to reason with him.

When there is a disparity in strength, so-called 'reason' often appears pale and powerless.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became somewhat subtle.

Just then, Su Xinghe seemed to sense something and his expression tightened.

He walked quickly to Ding Chunqiu's body, bent down to examine it, and confirmed that he was dead.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but more than that, he felt a sense of relief.

He then grabbed Ding Chunqiu's body, turned to Chen Mo, and spoke with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Master, please follow me into the cave."

After speaking, Su Xinghe didn't wait for Chen Mo's response, as if something extremely important was happening inside the cave.

With a flick of his body, he carried Ding Chunqiu's corpse and dashed toward the cave behind.

Chen Mo naturally knew what was going on. With a swift movement, he followed Su Xinghe into the cave.

"Ah, this?!"

The group of martial arts practitioners outside the cave looked at each other, staring at each other in bewilderment.

The hosts had all left, and this large group of people standing there looked both superfluous and awkward.

"cough……"

A burly man coughed, breaking the awkward silence.

He shouted, "Come on, come on, what are you all standing here for?"

"Everyone, go down the mountain for a drink! The Old Monster of Xingxiu is dead. Today is a good day, so it's on me!"

These words immediately drew a large number of echoes and cheers.

"Haha! This hero is so magnanimous!"

"Let's go together!"

"Perfect timing to have a good chat about today's earth-shattering battle!"

As if they had found a way out, the crowd began to shout and gather in small groups, discussing the events of the day, before surging down the mountain.

As many people left, they couldn't help but look back at the cave behind them, filled with curiosity and a bit of speculation.

As for the remaining members of the Xingxiu Sect, a few of them, some righteous people were preparing to escort them to Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Temple has a lot of experience in suppressing these little devils.

They were willing to do these things, after all, it would improve the image of Shaolin Temple in the martial arts world.

Wanwan landed lightly on the treetop.

She looked toward the cave, her eyes sparkling with allure, and murmured to herself, "Hehe, this is getting more and more interesting."

"If only..."

She didn't finish her sentence; her figure flickered and she disappeared from the spot.

I don't know if they left or if they have other plans.

Shi Feixuan remained standing in the same spot, the mountain breeze fluttering her veil and robes.

She remained silent for a moment, then finally turned around, her steps measured, and her figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the woods.

A soft murmur seemed to drift on the wind, "Buddha's face, demon's heart..."

The tranquility of the mountains and fields quickly returned outside the cave, leaving only the traces of the fight and the lingering smell of blood.

Chapter 87 Passing on the Torch

Su Xinghe, carrying Ding Chunqiu's body, was the first to rush into the cave.

Chen Mo followed closely behind. His vision went dark for a moment, but he quickly adjusted to the dim light inside the cave.

In the center of the cave, an old man sat cross-legged, seemingly suspended in mid-air.

His breath was faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.

His once abundant vitality was rapidly draining away; he was Wuyazi, who had just completed the transfer of his power and was now exhausted.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing felt light as a feather, as if she were about to ascend to heaven.

The realm that originally required decades of arduous cultivation to reach is being broken through at an astonishing speed.

She felt that the atmosphere between heaven and earth had become clear and distinct, and the Northern Darkness True Qi within her body was as vast as a flowing river, with every move she made containing immense power.

"Master!"

Su Xinghe was heartbroken to see Wu Yazi in such a state.

This was completely different from the handsome and ethereal master he remembered.

He knelt down with a thud, his voice choked with sobs and his eyes filled with tears.

When Wu Yazi saw Su Xinghe suddenly enter, his cloudy eyes darted around slightly, and he coughed a few times.

"Xinghe...you've come...good, good, I can see my teacher one last time..."

His gaze suddenly fell on the corpse that Su Xinghe had thrown aside.

Ok? !

It looks somewhat familiar.

Isn't that the traitor... Ding Chunqiu?!

died? !

Wu Yazi was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, "This...this is..."

He was so excited he couldn't speak.

Su Xinghe nodded, indicating that this was the traitor Ding Chunqiu.

"Haha...hahaha..."

Wu Yazi let out a hearty laugh, but the laugh caused him to cough violently.

"Okay!"

"Xinghe, who... killed this traitor?"

He knew that his disciple Su Xinghe's cultivation level was no match for Ding Chunqiu.

Otherwise, there would be no need to pretend to be deaf and dumb at Leigushan for decades.

Su Xinghe stopped crying and stepped aside to introduce Chen Mo, who had followed him in.

He said respectfully, "Master, the one who killed Ding Chunqiu was none other than this master!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazi finally turned his gaze to Chen Mo.

Upon seeing this, his eyes, which had become slightly cloudy due to the passing of life, suddenly widened even more.

Holy crap, that's so damn cool!

His face was exceptionally handsome, clear and gentle, with a subtle radiance flowing beneath his skin.

His temperament is unique, possessing both the solemnity of a Buddhist monk and a touch of untamed charm.

Especially those eyes, clear and deep, as if they could see right through people's hearts.

Even though Wu Yazi was proud of being a rare beauty in his youth, he had to admit it now.

The young monk before me, in both appearance and demeanor, surpassed me even more than I had in my prime!

He sighed inwardly at the pity.