It didn't matter whether Kong Cheng's incident was a joke of fate or a freak accident. In any case, it was because of him that the Shaolin Temple became the laughingstock of Jianghu for a time.
It was also because of Kong Cheng that Shaolin Temple lost two heads of the Yang Spirit Realm and a group of disciples of Shaolin Temple.
Kong Cheng also fell into a mental breakdown because of the death of his Senior Brother and the fact that he had personally forced his lover to die.
In the end, Kong Cheng even promoted to the Real Martial Realm because of the ups and downs of his emotions, as if he had seen through the world of mortals, but he immediately sealed his cultivation and prepared to die.
However, Kong Cheng did not die in the end. It was unknown whether Shaolin Temple was reluctant to kill Kong Cheng because of his strength or because of their former brotherly relationship. Anyway, Kong Cheng was still alive in the end, but he was thrown into the deepest part of the black prison of Shaolin Temple and used his life to wash away his sins.
Since then, Kong Cheng had become a taboo in Shaolin Temple. Even the warriors of the Kong generation thought that they did not have this Senior Brother. Although the warriors of the Xuan generation of Shaolin Temple had heard of Kong Cheng, they only knew it when they became the heads of the various halls. They had no feelings for Kong Cheng.
It could only be said that the matter at that time was a joke of fate. Countless coincidences came together, resulting in such a tragedy.
In the eyes of the warriors of the Kong generation, Kong Cheng was a sinner. Because of him, Shaolin Temple had lost face, and because of him, so many people of Shaolin Temple had died. Therefore, they were not willing to release Kong Cheng in any case.
Kong Wu shook his head and said, "How many years has it been? Are you still not willing to forgive him? Moreover, now that Shaolin Temple is in danger, it is just the right time to let Kong Cheng out and do his part for Shaolin Temple. "
While Kong Xing and the others were still arguing, Xuan Ming said decisively, "Alright, let's not talk anymore. I'm going to look for Kong Cheng in the Black Prison. At this time, we must use anything that can increase the power of the Shaolin Temple."
Seeing that Xuan Ming had already made up his mind, Kong Xing and the others could do nothing about it even if they were dissatisfied.
Kong Xing just coldly snorted and said, "After being locked up in the Dark Prison for so many years, can Kong Cheng still maintain his True Martial Realm strength? And with his previous state, how many levels of combat power does he have left? "
Although the Dark Prison of the Shaolin Temple was not like the Demon Subduing Pagoda, where one's cultivation had to be abolished, the environment inside was not that great.
Although the Shaolin Temple will not kill the Martial Artists in the Black Prison, the lonely environment in the Black Prison can drive people crazy.
In particular, some low-level warriors with weak willpower would often commit suicide after being locked in Black Prison because they could not stand the environment.
Therefore, under the dazzling appearance of the Shaolin Temple, the Black Prison actually contained an extremely strong evil resentment, which was even more abundant than the Devil Path Land.
A warrior who cultivated in Buddhist Cultivation Method was thrown in that kind of place, let alone cultivating, it would be good if he did not fall into the Devil Path.
Therefore, Kong Xing was now wondering how much strength Kong Cheng had left.
Xuan Ming did not care about him and directly called Kong Wu to go to the Black Prison.
As the previous generation's Discipline Hall's Head, most of the criminals in the Black Prison were personally judged and imprisoned by him. However, he never thought that he would imprison his own Junior Brother there.
Back then, Kong Wu was impartial and could even be said to be unreasonable. There was only one person he would let go of, and that was Kong Cheng.
Regardless of whether Kong Cheng was drinking and eating meat outside, or acting recklessly, he was the one who cleaned up Kong Cheng's mess most of the time.
He did not expect things to become so big that it was not something that he, a Discipline Hall's Head, could handle.
The Shaolin Temple's Black Prison and the Devil Subduing Pagoda were both in a separate courtyard in the mountain behind Shaolin Temple.
Entering this courtyard, one could see a pitch-black nine-story pagoda sitting in the middle.
This nine-story pagoda only had one door, but not even a window. Moreover, this nine-story pagoda was also solid, filled with inscribed stone bricks.
This was the famous Devil Subduing Pagoda. The real place to suppress the Devils was not the top of the pagoda, but the bottom of the pagoda.
Under this ninety percent Devil Subduing Pagoda, there were eighteen layers of space, symbolizing the eighteen layers of hell. Each layer of the Devil Subduing Pagoda could only imprison one person.
However, the 18th level had never been full. The reason was very simple. It was not because there were too few devils, but because the devils who had their martial arts crippled would usually die after a few years. They would not occupy the space for a long time and refuse to let go.
There was also a huge black iron gate at the back of the Devil Subduing Pagoda. Below the iron gate was the Black Prison. The Black Prison was also underground. The deeper one went, the smaller the space, and the greater the sins committed by the people in the deepest part.
Kong Cheng was locked in the deepest part of the Black Prison. One could imagine how much damage he had caused to Shaolin Temple.
The Black Prison was an important place in Shaolin Temple. The two guards at the gate were both in the Divine Transformation Realm. When they saw Xuan Ming coming, they respectfully put their palms together and saluted.
"Open the Black Prison."
With Xuan Ming's order, the gate of the Black Prison opened with a loud bang. It was so heavy that even warriors in the Divine Transformation Realm found it difficult to open it.
Moreover, as the door opened, a dense wave of evil resentment surged out, making Xuan Ming and Kongwu feel a little uncomfortable.
After they stepped into the Black Prison, the sinners who were imprisoned there slammed the bars and roared, letting out bursts of ghostly wails and wolf howls.
"Let me out!"
"Senior monks of Shaolin Temple, please be merciful. I really know that I was wrong. Please let me out!"
"Damn bald donkey! If you have the guts, then kill me. 18 years later, I will be a good man again, and I will kill you hypocritical bald donkeys! "
Xuan Ming didn't care about these people who were either begging for mercy or cursing at him. Their cultivation bases had been sealed, and even the handcuffs and shackles they were wearing had a formation that could restrict their cultivation bases. No one would be able to get out until the time was up.
Xuan Ming and Kong Wu continued to go down. There were fewer and fewer people. Those who were locked in the deepest part of the Black Prison had almost no hope of getting out in this lifetime.
When they arrived at the last layer of the Black Prison, only a strange cell appeared in front of Xuan Ming and Kong Wu.
There were no iron bars engraved with a formation in this cell. The sinner inside did not wear handcuffs and shackles to seal his strength. This was because there was no need. He had sealed his cultivation. If he wanted to leave, no one could stop him. He was only staying here to atone for his sins.
Xuan Ming looked at the figure in the cell. He was wearing clothes that were so dirty that the color could not be seen. His beard and hair had fallen to the ground. It was impossible to see his face clearly.
Moreover, his eyes were closed. If it were not for the fact that Xuan Ming could clearly hear the sound of his breathing, he would have thought that the person in front of him was already a dead man.
Moreover, this was the first time that Xuan Ming had seen Kong Cheng. Although he had already joined the Shaolin Temple when Kong Cheng was in trouble, at that time, Xuan Ming was just a novice monk who had not learned martial arts. He was not qualified to come in contact with a person of this level.
At this time, seeing Kong Cheng's appearance, Kong Wu felt a little upset.
Although Kong Cheng was a monk in the past, he had entered the Divine Transformation Realm early. Therefore, his appearance had always been that of a handsome man in his twenties. He was also an outstanding figure in Jianghu.
But now? He had already become like this, neither a human nor a ghost.
Kong Wu called out softly, "Junior Brother."
Kong Cheng opened his eyes, but Xuan Ming's expression changed slightly.
This was because he could not see the slightest vitality in Kong Cheng's eyes. He looked like a dead man.
It was a dead silence without the slightest emotion. Perhaps for the person in front of him, there was not much difference between being alive and being dead.
Kong Cheng said, "Senior Brother, you came to see me. Did something happen in the Shaolin Temple?"
Kong Cheng spat out these words, his voice hoarse and unpleasant to hear, like sand rubbing against an iron door.
Kong Wu opened his mouth, but he did not know what to say. In the end, he could only ask, "How did you know?"
Kong Cheng's eyes blinked, but there was still emptiness and dead silence in them.
He said in a voice without the slightest emotion, "If nothing happened to the Shaolin Temple, why would you come to see a sinner like me?
In fact, I was hoping that you wouldn't come. I thought that once you came, it would prove that the Shaolin Temple had encountered a great enemy that could threaten its foundation. It was so great that the Shaolin Temple needed me, a sinner, to take action.
But it's also good. I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I owe the Shaolin Temple, and I can only use my own life to repay it.
After I return my life to the Shaolin Temple, I can go and find Xiao Yi in peace. "
The Xiao Yi that Kong Cheng was talking about should be the Yin Sifting Sect's Saintess. Seeing that Kong Cheng was still thinking about that witch, Xuan Ming could not help but frown and say, "Martial Uncle Kong Cheng, don't you regret it?"
The dead silence in Kong Cheng's eyes flashed with a faint light, but then it dimmed again.
He said indifferently, "Regret? I have regretted it, but I don't regret knowing Xiao Yi. I regret that I didn't have the ability to pacify the grievances between the Shaolin Temple and the Yin Sifting Sect. "
Xuan Ming said in a low voice, "Some grievances don't need to be pacified. The Yin Sifting Sect was one of the Nine Hells in the past, and they have committed many evil deeds. The Shaolin Temple naturally had to kill them after discovering their remnants."
Kong Cheng looked at Xuan Ming as if he was looking at his senior and junior brothers in the past. He sighed and said, "Good and evil, good and evil, gratitude and grievances, in the end, it was all for naught. Wrong, everyone was wrong!"
Xuan Ming wanted to say something, but Kong Cheng stood up. The aura on his body rose rapidly, as if it was going to pierce through the entire Dark Prison.
After being locked up for nearly a hundred years, not only did Kong Cheng's strength not deteriorate, but he even made Xuan Ming, who had just entered the True Martial Realm, feel a strong pressure!
The Buddha said that all things are empty. Kong Cheng's heart no longer had love or hatred, grievances, or grievances. However, this was not the emptiness of all things, but the emptiness of all things that no longer had any vitality!
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