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Curly-haired boy: Is that guy very strong?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: I may not be able to defeat him alone.

Hatchet Girl: Damn, this is a bit scary!

In terms of realm, although Xiaonan hadn't reached demigod status, he was probably not far off. After all, he was already the administrator of two worlds, and his understanding of the laws of the world was at least on the right track.

Even she said that one person might not be able to win, which was beyond Katsura Kotonoha's expectations.

Lin Fengjiao: It doesn’t matter, there are three of us here.

The Evil Leader of Soul Society: Konan didn’t feel it, does this energy look familiar?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Familiar?

Konan was stunned for a moment, her brows furrowed. Her energy perception wasn't as good as Unohana Retsu's, so she didn't notice anything familiar.

The villain of Soul Society: That mountain temple.

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Ah, that projection is the Black Mountain Demon?

The evildoers of Soul Society: I am certain that both come from the same source.

Hatchet Girl: Oh my god, the Black Mountain Demon is actually a mountain god? How could a mountain god become a monster?

The illustrator of the book: Isn’t this just a simple evil plot? Think about Lucifer.

Curly-haired boy: Pfft, this is so evil! You’re just driving while you’re talking, right?

Miss Beaver: What is the Fall?

Fairy Chi Lian: These are definitely bad things. Don’t be too curious about them.

The illustrator: Who the hell is driving? You have impure thoughts, yet you blame others for driving? Is there any justice or conscience left in this world?

Curly-haired boy: I don’t know if others have it, but you definitely don’t.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: An Ran...what are you doing?

This is an actor: Get off the car. I saw a pavilion on the side of the road and wanted to drink some water.

As the message was sent, An Ran had already gotten off the carriage and ran straight towards the pavilion.

In reality, if he truly blocked out all human senses, he wouldn't need to drink water, eat, or even sleep. But An Ran didn't like this inhuman feeling; he always considered himself human.

Then, as human beings, we should naturally do what human beings should do.

Besides, it is not far from Leigushan Mountain, and the scenery nearby is also very nice. Stopping to rest and take in the scenery can be regarded as a way to get close to nature.

Seeing him get off the carriage, Li Mochou and others naturally would not continue to sit in it.

In fact, Mu Wanqing had wanted to get off the carriage to get some fresh air. This carriage was making her feel very uncomfortable. It wasn't that there was something wrong with the carriage's facilities, but seeing her aunt cuddling with another man made her feel very uncomfortable.

The most important thing was that the man was only a teenager. This feeling of discomfort was even stronger, and she needed to slowly relax herself.

An Ran walked into the pavilion first, and Li Mochou arrived soon after with Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing.

The pavilion was simply furnished, with a few stone benches around it and a white stone table in the middle. Next to the stone table was a vat of clear water, with a small pot floating on the water for scooping water.

"Hey, get the water yourself?" Mu Wanqing looked at the wooden sign on the water tank, blinked and said, "The people here are really thoughtful." As she spoke, she picked up the small pot to fill it with water to drink.

"Aren't you afraid it's poisonous?" Wang Yuyan said lightly.

"Ah, this..." Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be, no matter how immoral it is..." As she spoke, she slowly put down the pot.

"Drink it, it's not poisonous." An Ran smiled and said, "The water was just pumped from the well this morning, don't worry."

"You even know this?" Mu Wanqing's eyes widened with surprise.

She had become accustomed to the various predictions made by this god-like young man along the way, but she still felt amazed every time.

"If he wants to, there is nothing in this world that he doesn't know." Li Mochou also filled a pot of water and took out the teacup in her personal space and filled it up.

Just as she handed the teacup to An Ran, a figure slowly approached.

He was a young novice monk in his early twenties, dressed in monk's robes. He wore a monk's cap, and his face looked rather flat. His appearance, from any angle, could be described as ugly.

"Dear donors, I'm a little thirsty after my journey here." The young novice monk came to the pavilion, looked at the people in front of him and was slightly startled. "Can I have a bowl of water?"

"Hey, what do you look like?" Mu Wanqing blurted out the moment she saw the little monk.

"Qing'er!" Li Mochou frowned, looking unhappy.

"Sorry, sorry!" Mu Wanqing quickly waved her hands and said, "I didn't say you were ugly! I'm just curious..."

"That's alright, the female donor is not wrong." The young monk was in a good mood and smiled slightly. "Even my senior brothers said I was born ugly and dull. But my senior brothers are doing this for my own good; they are pushing me forward."

Mu Wanqing's mouth twitched slightly, and she was completely bewildered. Was this just spurring or bullying?

819 Use force to overwhelm others

this moment.

Not only Mu Wanqing, but Li Mochou and Wang Yuyan also turned their astonished gazes towards the young monk, their expressions filled with shock and astonishment.

This clearly sounds like the little novice monk's brothers bullying him. Can this be considered encouragement? Is this guy stupid?

The young monk did not notice the astonished expressions of the female donors. He walked into the pavilion on his own, scooped some water with a small pot, and poured it into the water bag he carried with him.

However, before drinking the water, the little monk put his hands together and chanted the mantra of rebirth.

"Hey, do you monks have to chant sutras even when drinking water?" Mu Wanqing couldn't bear it any longer and asked.

"My master taught me this," the young novice monk blinked and answered frankly. "He told us that the Buddha said there are 84,000 worms in a bowl of water. If we drink them, we're killing them."

"What?" Mu Wanqing was shocked, her face filled with disbelief. "There are bugs in the water? Where are they?"

He stared at the water in his bowl carefully, but didn't see a single insect. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Little monk, are you kidding me? Where are the insects in here?"

"Please calm down, lady. I dare not do that." The young novice monk shook his head and said, "This is what the Buddha said. The Buddha can never be wrong."

"Then if you recite the Rebirth Mantra according to the Buddha's method, will the worms in your stomach be revived after you drink it?" Mu Wanqing asked bluntly.

"This..." The young monk frowned and pondered for a long time. "I don't know, and my master hasn't taught me either."

"Do you still need your master to teach you this?" Mu Wanqing was shocked, her face full of disbelief.

Even a normal person can understand this, right? Once eaten, it must have been digested. How could it be resurrected?

"I understand." After a moment's silence, Mu Wanqing shook her head. "Your talent is truly dull. I've seen it."

"You're not in any better shape yourself." Wang Yuyan complained in a low voice.

The young monk didn't argue, but nodded with his hands clasped together. "You are right, benefactor. I have never been a smart person. My fellow monks have already told me this."

"The smart have their own way of living, and the foolish have their own happiness." Li Mochou smiled and said, "It's good that you don't dwell on these things. I think you are living a happy life."

"Yes." The young monk nodded earnestly, his expression filled with happiness. "Master and my senior brothers are very kind to me, and my senior brothers are also very friendly."

"That's called friendliness?" Mu Wanqing's mouth twitched again, and she was speechless.

As they were talking, they heard hurried footsteps. The young monk looked back and quickly stood up. "It's Master Uncle, you're here too."

"Are you Xu Zhu?" The leading old monk was slightly stunned when he saw the young monk, and said, "It's good that your master asked you to come out and see the world." After he finished speaking, he led the monks straight into the pavilion.

Is he Xu Zhu?

Li Mochou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized. No wonder, this appearance and personality are so different from the description in the original novel.

At this moment, the leading monk saw An Ran and Li Mochou, all in shock, and clasped his hands together. "I'm Xuannan, and this is my junior brother Xuantong. I haven't asked for your advice yet..."

"My husband is Anran, and my name is Li Mochou." Turning her gaze to the side, Li Mochou smiled and said, "And my two worthless disciples, Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing."

"You, you are the Black and White Devils?!" As soon as the introduction was finished, a young monk looked at Mu Wanqing and Wang Yuyan and shouted loudly.

Xuannan and Xuantong's expressions changed slightly, while the other monks were also shocked. Even the young monk Xuzhu took a breath, his face filled with astonishment.

The Scarlet Snake Fairy: Are the notoriety of these two girls so widespread that even people in Shaolin know about it?

Li Mochou appeared calm on the surface, but she was actually worried inside.

After all, this era is unlike the modern era that some people in the group live in. Information is very limited. Even if "Northern Qiao Feng" and "Southern Murong" have been famous for a long time, it took several years for their names to spread across the country.

It has only been two months since her two apprentices debuted, yet they have already reached this level?

This is an actor: it's not just a matter of reputation.

As someone with an all-seeing eye, An Ran naturally saw the trick and her lips curled up slightly.

really.

Mu Wanqing stared at the monk and uttered a soft "Huh?", frowning as she asked, "Is it you, the great monk? Where's your nosy master?"

"Qing'er, what's going on?" Li Mochou also realized that there was a problem.

"It's like this, aunt..." Mu Wanqing didn't dare to hide anything and gradually told the whole incident.

The cause of the incident was very simple. When she and her sister Wang Yuyan were doing justice in Suzhou, they encountered two bandits who were lying in ambush in Jinghu Lake.

At that time, the two guys were still committing violence and robbing passers-by.

Mu Wanqing and Wang Yuyan couldn't stand it any longer, so they stepped forward and knocked the two guys to the ground. Just as they were about to give them a good blow, several monks jumped out to stop them.

They say that we should not commit the sin of killing without reason, and that the lives of thieves and bandits are also lives.

The two women became impatient and eventually clashed with the monks, injuring their master who called himself "Xuan Bei".

"So that's how it is." Li Mochou nodded and said, "If that's the case, then it's just a misunderstanding. What do you think, Master?"

Xuan Nan nodded slightly and replied, "Donor Li is right. This is just a misunderstanding. I have heard a little about that band of bandits. What they did was extremely cruel and they deserve to be killed! Everyone, please remember that the Buddha once transformed into a wrathful Vajra to subdue demons and monsters."

"Amitabha." Hearing the words of the leader Xuan Nan, all the monks put their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"The Shaolin Master really knows how to adapt." Li Mochou also smiled and retracted the internal force he had emitted.

If Mu Wanqing and Wang Yuyan hadn't also noticed this detail, they might have really believed their aunt's lies. However, with this additional detail, they felt that their aunt's words were extremely sarcastic.

The two girls felt like they had learned something new: what it meant to truly use power to overwhelm others.

820 Trip to Leigushan

obviously.

All the great monks present were intimidated by Li Mochou's oppressive aura and did not dare to say anything harsh.

In fact, they felt a little frustrated inside.

It was indeed a misunderstanding, but the two Black and White Devils were indeed quite ruthless. Although their master "Xuan Bei" did not suffer any serious internal injuries, his external injuries were obvious.

Xuan Bei was originally supposed to be on this trip to Leigushan, but because of his severe injuries, he couldn't see anyone, so he missed the opportunity.

Xuan Tong and Xuan Nan saw the enemy who hurt their fellow disciples right in front of them, but they could only talk and laugh with each other, which made them feel very depressed.

But even if they felt aggrieved, so what? His fists were powerful enough. His aura alone made them feel irresistible. This was definitely not someone they could afford to provoke.

Sighing inwardly, Xuan Nan clasped his hands together and said again: "Master Li's cultivation and spirit are rare in the world. I admire you. If you have time, can we gather at Shaolin on September 9th?" As he spoke, he handed over the invitation in his hand.

Li Mochou took the post with a smile, opened it and took a look.

The signature on it is from the abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple, who said that he would like to invite heroes from all over the world to Shaolin on September 9th to discuss how to deal with the various actions and behaviors of the Murong family, the royal family of Dayan.

From this point of view, the Murong family's reputation is completely ruined.

But it’s understandable.

After all, Li Mochou had told Azhu early on to spread the news that Murong Bo was still alive. Abbot Xuanci must have also received this news and was furious.

Back then, he was tricked by Murong Bo and accidentally killed Xiao Yuanshan's family. Now, this hatred still exists, how can Xuan Ci bear it?

Coupled with the incident at Xingzilin, the entire martial arts world knew that the Murong family was a descendant of the Great Yan and was plotting a restoration. This national hatred and family feuds were basically concentrated together, thus giving rise to this grand event.

I'm afraid it's not just to deal with the father and son of the Murong family, but also to deal with Xiao Feng.

Li Mochou speculated about Xuanci's intentions and understood them. The Shaolin abbot seemed to deeply regret what he had done, but in reality, he had been evading responsibility for all these years.

Otherwise, why would he not dare to reveal the truth to the public? And why did he hide his identity and even dare not recognize his lover Ye Erniang?

Now that Xiao Feng's background has been revealed, he must be very panicked. He will definitely try every possible way to deal with it, preferably to conceal his identity as the leader.

Of course, Li Mochou wouldn't do as he wished, so she nodded slightly. "Please rest assured, Master. We will definitely arrive that day."

"Thank you, Mr. Li." Xuan Nan clasped his hands together and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was a bit tempted to leave. The aura of the person before him was too strong, and he felt a little uncomfortable standing next to her. But before he could say goodbye, several strong men suddenly came over from afar and handed over a few notes.