Hatred is a very magical thing. It seems to be something that is as innate as flesh and blood. Once the seeds of hatred take root and germinate, they will continue endlessly. Even after death, hatred will not dissipate.

Rather, it is passed on to the next generation as life continues.

However, although hatred will not disappear, it will be transferred based on human will.

For example, when the object of hatred exists at a height that you cannot reach anyway, the avenger who is on the verge of despair has to choose between giving up revenge or lowering his standards.

Most of the time, people will subconsciously choose the latter in their hearts. This is not an ostrich mentality, but a reality forced by helplessness.

Five years ago, the new emperor ascended the throne, and rebel forces in the north and south arose. The aristocratic families were ready to stir up trouble, and the world was in chaos. Originally, this matter had little to do with Jianghu, because at that time, all the factions in Jianghu had suffered huge losses in years of fighting, and they did not have the ability to unite.

The ability to rise up and cause chaos.

But just when the world was silent, one person stood up and did something that shocked the world. That was Master Lingwu, the new abbot of Northern Shaolin. He led the Northern and Southern Shaolin under the banner of Jin Yiwei.

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Originally, everyone would just curse at most for this kind of thing. If you like to kneel down and beg for food, that's up to you. As long as it doesn't interfere with me, no matter how big the mess is, you can still treat it like a barking dog.

However, after Shaolin knelt down, he suddenly became the eagle dog and minions of the imperial court, obeying the orders of the Jin Yiwei and began to kill his fellow Jianghu comrades.

At first, everyone dared not speak out. Seeing that the imperial army had wiped out the Northland, Xuantian Sect, which had once been so powerful in the world, had become a thing of the past. All the illustrious demons in the Northland had disappeared. Shaolin had embraced the imperial court. They could not afford to offend them.

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But now the situation is different. The imperial court - to be precise, the Jin Yiwei, have shown their dissatisfaction with Shaolin several times, and the cooperative relationship between the two parties has begun to become ambiguous.

There is no difference between Jin Yiwei's promise to Jianghu people and a piece of waste paper, so no one would find it strange that Jin Yiwei would burn bridges when crossing the river.

Now that Shaolin has no support behind him, the time has come for blood for blood and revenge. The imperial court and the Jin Yiwei are too far away, and they can't afford to offend or defeat them, but Shaolin can't escape!

Almost at the same time, from south to north, the entire world began to denounce Shaolin. The anger that had been accumulated for a long time finally began to explode. Even the Buddhist sects chose to avoid its sharp edges at this time and quickly cut Shaolin out of Buddhism.

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In the precarious situation, Southern Shaolin's actions dealt another fatal blow to Northern Shaolin. At the moment when Jin Yiwei turned his back and refused to recognize anyone, Southern Shaolin elected a new abbot at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time announced that the Northern and Southern Shaolin were not the same family.

As the abbot of Northern Shaolin, Wu should not continue to interfere in the affairs of Southern Shaolin.

Northern Shaolin was isolated and helpless, and Abbot Lingwu became the target of public criticism, because it was the other party's decision to join the Jinyi Guards, even though the masters of Northern Shaolin all knew that this decision was made by the former Abbot Lingxu.

But the dead cannot speak, and no one in the world will believe it. At this moment, all the spearheads are pointed at Abbot Lingwu, and even many people in the North Shaolin Temple are whispering.

This time, various factions in the rivers and lakes are coming fiercely, and they vow to get rid of this evil man who colludes with Jin Yiwei to bring disaster to the rivers and lakes.

Yes, under the guidance of some expert, this time Jianghu pointed the finger at Abbot Lingwu instead of the entire Northern Shaolin. Although there is no difference in doing things, whether it should be targeted at Northern Shaolin or Northern Shaolin, this attitude is just

Very informative.

At least it can give the monks of Northern Shaolin the illusion that as long as the culprit is eliminated, Northern Shaolin can immediately turn the corner and return to its former position as the leader of the righteous path.

"This is trying to make me kill each other," Monk Lingjing said worriedly: "Such a vicious strategy, could it be that Jin Yiwei..."

"Junior brother, whether this is true or not is meaningless now."

Abbot Lingwu shook his head: "I don't know what Senior Brother Lingxu's plan was, but I guess it must have failed. Now that Shaolin has fallen to the point where everyone in the world is the enemy, someone must stand up and take responsibility for this."

Lingjing was stunned for a moment, and then said anxiously: "Brother! No!"

Northern Shaolin could no longer afford to lose another qualified abbot, and Lingwu had only followed Lingxu's orders. It would be too unfair to place all the blame on him.

Lingwu just smiled and said: "Everyone has his own destiny. Junior brother, there is no need to talk about it. Now that I am the abbot, I should consider the future of Northern Shaolin."

Lingjing tried to persuade him again, but Lingwu had already closed his eyes and meditated and stopped talking. He sighed helplessly and left. When he was leaving, he met Huo Yunqi, who was leading training in Shaolin.

"Uncle Lingjing." Huo Yunqi saluted.

Lingjing nodded. When Huo Yun first entered Shaolin, he indeed made many disciples dissatisfied. He had a blood feud and had no intention of practicing Buddhism. Forcibly bringing him into Shaolin would be counterproductive.

It's a pity that Abbot Lingwu insisted on going his own way, but the results are quite satisfactory. Although Huo Yunqi leads the practice, he is not out of tune with the disciples. Although he has little interest in Buddhism, he will follow the abbot's instructions every day.

, go and listen to the lectures of eminent monks of the Ling generation.

"Master." Huo Yunqi walked into the room and looked at Lingwu who was meditating with his eyes closed, with hidden worries in his eyes.

"How did you finish your homework today?" Lingwu opened his eyes, his calm expression not disturbed by the difficulty in Shaolin.

"The disciples have completed everything," Huo Yunqi replied, and then couldn't help but said: "Master, the people in the world are very excited now, how should we deal with it?"

"Don't worry, the teacher has his own solution for this matter." Monk Lingwu's expression was as kind as ever, but in Huo Yunqi's view, it made him feel some inexplicable worry.

Huo Yunqi left worriedly. He returned to the Zen room and meditated on the futon, but found that his mood could not calm down no matter what.

There was a terrible sense of crisis that was constantly stirring up his already restless state of mind. The scenes of the Huo family being ruined twice came to mind. Huo Yunqi closed his eyes, and blood appeared in his mind, causing him to open his eyes immediately in shock.

Blinded.

"call......"

Huo Yunqi silently recited the Buddhist teachings and slowly suppressed the sudden surge of hatred. After he calmed down, someone suddenly came to him outside the door.

"Junior Brother Huo, someone is looking for you outside."

"I'll come right away."

Huo Yunqi got up and went outside the mountain gate. He saw a strange young man. He asked doubtfully: "I wonder what Master Xun is doing here?"

This young man was Dongfang Fu. He glanced at Huo Yunqi and said, "Young Taoist Yunxi."

"Taoist disciple?" Huo Yunqi was stunned.

Dongfang Fu nodded and said: "My master, Master Yushu of the Qingcheng Sect."

"Qingcheng Sect..." Huo Yunqi flashed a look of surprise in his eyes. He was once the young master of the Sword Making Villa. He knew a few people from all the sects in the world, but he was just a swordsmith.

After the battle at the Villa, he never had contact with these people again.

No, when it comes to the Qingcheng Sect, he seems to have some connection with one of them, and coincidentally, that person is also a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect's Master Yushu.

Huo Yunqi looked at Dongfang Fu in front of him again, calculating his age with a thoughtful expression.

After a while, he asked: "Taoist Master Tianquan, Xiaojian in Qingyi, who are you?"

Dongfang Fu's eyes narrowed and he said seriously: "It's Senior Brother Pindao."

"really......"

A look of surprise appeared on Huo Yunqi's face, and he said calmly: "I understand the Taoist Master's purpose. It's just that back then, I don't know why your senior brother got along with that demonic witch. There are various reasons."

A bit of disappointment flashed in Dongfang Fu's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "Master Huo misunderstood, Pindao came here today to ask you about someone."

Huo Yunqi showed doubts on his face, only to hear Dongfang Fu say in a deep voice: "The great disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, Yue Lifeng."

Huo Yunqi was stunned. This name was naturally very familiar to him. Back in the Eastern Capital, this person was traveling with Tianquan, and the two seemed to be friends.

What disappoints Dongfang Fu is that Huo Yunqi doesn't know much about Yue Lifeng. When he was in Dongdu, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the confrontation with the three major families, whether it was Tianquan or Yue Lifeng.

Li Feng is just a passerby to him.

Huo Yunqi told Dongfang Fu very straightforwardly that he didn't know much about either of them. Looking at the young man's gradually depressed expression, he seemed to see his former self.

Feeling so natural, Huo Yunqi felt it and said: "The Taoist priest traveled all over the world to find the truth about the death of his fellow disciples. I admire this kind of friendship, but I really can't do anything about this matter. Alas... If Brother Lu

Still, even if the world is huge, he can capture these many clues at his fingertips."

"What?" Dongfang Fu was stunned.

As soon as the words came out, Huo Yunqi himself laughed and shook his head. What he just remembered was Lu Shiqi, who had some friendship with him at Zhujian Villa. If the Beggar Gang is still there, as long as the leader Lu gives an order, he can find a clue and return it.

Not easily.

Seeing the surprise on Dongfang Fu's face, Huo Yunqi explained to him: "Forgive me, Taoist Priest, but I was thinking of an old friend below, so I blurted out... It seems that Taoist Priest has heard of him."

The name is right, he is the last leader of the Beggar Clan."

"Lu Shiqi!" Dongfang Fu exclaimed.

Huo Yun nodded, and then heard the other party say surprisingly: "Do you know Brother Lu?!"

"What......?"

Huo Yunqi's eyes widened slightly, and he was equally surprised: "You also know Brother Lu?"

Having been in the martial arts world for several months, Dongfang Fu showed a rare smile on his face. He even felt a bit of intimacy when looking at Huo Yunqi at this moment: "When Pindao went to Qingcheng Mountain to learn from his master, it was Brother Lu who escorted him all the way.

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"It's such a fate..." Huo Yunqi also didn't know what to say at this moment. Like Dongfang Fu, he looked at the young Taoist priest with some affection.

Since the defeat of Zhujian Villa, Huo Yunqi's former circle of friends has almost disappeared. After making a comeback with the only remaining clan members, he has never made any other close friends.

Although the reputation of the Beggar Gang changed suddenly in the world later, and Lu Qiqi himself was labeled as a traitor who colluded with Jin Yiwei, Huo Yunqi always regarded him as a friend in his heart, even if his uncle died in the end.

in hands.

But this seems to be nothing. After all, his biological father was also harmed by his uncle. After all, he can't understand this hatred at all.

"Brother Lu...well, let's just not mention the past." Huo Yunqi hesitated to speak. After death, the lights are extinguished, and it seems meaningless to move forward with the past.

"Master Huo, Pindao doesn't think Brother Lu will be assassinated so easily."

There was stubbornness hidden in Dongfang Fu's eyes, and he said, "I believe in Brother Lu."

Huo Yunqi looked at Dongfang Fu like this and sighed in his heart. He didn't want to shatter all the young man's hopes, so he said: "When Brother Lu and I met, he was always accompanied by several girls."
To be continued...