Xuan Guan didn't react to the middle-aged man's cold murderous intent. He only sighed softly: "Shaolin Temple has let you all down."
In Shaolin Temple, Xuan Guan was the purest warrior. Whether it was in the past or now, he was still the same. He didn't understand the decisions made by Shaolin Temple and didn't want to participate in them.
However, he felt that Shaolin Temple had made a mistake when it came to the layman disciples.
The previous abbot, Kasyapa Venerable Xuan Tan, established the policy of layman disciples in order to supplement the low and middle level combat power of Shaolin Temple.
Shaolin Temple didn't lack techniques or resources. It only lacked people.
In all fairness, regardless of the quality of these layman disciples, at least they did contribute a lot to Shaolin Temple, allowing Shaolin Temple to get rid of the suppression of Good Fortune Gate.
Unfortunately, because of the intervention of the senior monks of Shaolin Temple, Shaolin Temple announced that they would expel the layman disciples. Abbot Xuan Tan also resigned from his position.
The middle-aged man sneered: "You think an apology is enough? What we lack is an apology from Shaolin Temple? "
Seeing that Xuan Guan was silent, the middle-aged man pointed at the hideous scar on his face and said with hatred: "In the past, I killed hundreds of evil disciples for Shaolin Temple. I even led a group of layman disciples to fight against Good Fortune Gate.
In the end, those evil disciples couldn't hurt me, and the Daoist priests of Good Fortune Gate weren't my match. However, because I accidentally killed one person, the Commandment Hall left a scar on my face that will never fade!
What the Shaolin Temple owes us, is it just an apology? Master! "
As the word 'master' came out, the middle-aged man's aura suddenly soared. It was several times stronger than Xuan Guan's.
He was actually a peak Harmonious Spirit Realm expert!
This middle-aged man was a layman disciple of Shaolin Temple. He was the first generation of layman disciples of Shaolin Temple. That was why he could become Xuan Guan's disciple.
Moreover, his innate talent was indeed amazing. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the peak of the Harmonious God Realm. Even Xuan Guan didn't have the confidence to defeat him at his peak.
However, what the Shaolin Temple had done was indeed a little harsh. Just because he had killed someone by mistake, they wanted to capture him and bring him back to the Shaolin Temple for trial. In the end, he fought back and was injured by the Commandment Hall. In the end, he was even expelled from Shaolin Temple.
But compared to the mistakes he had made, the contributions he had made were really not proportional.
Back then, Xuan Guan wanted to accept him as an official disciple of Shaolin Temple, but it was too late.
Xuan Guan sighed, "Juekong …"
"Don't call me Juekong!" Before Xuan Guan could finish, he was interrupted by the middle-aged man.
"From the day I was chased by the Commandment Hall, Juekong is already dead. Now, I am called Yan Wuxie!" The middle-aged man said coldly.
If an outsider heard this name, they would certainly be shocked.
Although the name Yan Wuxie was not very famous now, ten years ago, he was a giant in the Jianghu. He was ranked 57th on the Earth List.
'Venerable Evil Moon' Yan Wuxie, the true leader of the layman disciples of Shaolin Temple.
The layman disciples of Shaolin Temple did not belong to a single sect. But sometimes, when they united, they were stronger than a first-class sect. Yan Wuxie played a key role in this.
He was the first person to be expelled from the Shaolin Temple. Without the shackles of the Shaolin Temple, Yan Wuxie's extreme character became even more intense. He killed the Righteous, slaughtered the Demonic, and was both good and evil at the same time. That's why he was respectfully called the 'Evil Moon Venerable'.
Moreover, after a few years of wandering, Yan Wuxie even broke through to the Harmonious Spirit Realm. His name was very famous in the Jianghu.
At this time, Shaolin Temple had begun to expel layman disciples on a large scale.
These layman disciples of Shaolin Temple had stayed in Shaolin Temple for a long time. Suddenly being expelled from Shaolin Temple, most of them did not know where to go and were a little confused.
No one was willing to be ordinary, especially the layman disciples of Shaolin Temple.
After seeing the mighty appearance of the disciples of Shaolin Temple, how could they be willing to be Rogue Cultivators?
At this time, Yan Wuxie stood out to unite the many layman disciples of Shaolin Temple. They had to abide by the principle of mutual help. This made these layman disciples of Shaolin Temple an existence that no one in the Jianghu dared to provoke.
Because of this, although Yan Wuxie was a Rogue Cultivator, he was also a giant in the Jianghu.
As long as he was willing, with his prestige among the many layman disciples of Shaolin Temple, he could instantly pull a group of experts that were not inferior to the first rate forces.
Xuan Guan came to find Yan Wuxie this time because he wanted to borrow his power.
Yan Wuxie was his disciple and the only person that Xuan Guan could truly trust.
Looking at Yan Wuxie, Xuan Guan said in a deep voice: "This time, I want to ask you to help, not for Shaolin Temple, but for myself.
I want to take revenge for Jueyan, but his identity is special. If Shaolin Temple is involved, things will be a little difficult.
That's why I want to shoulder all of this myself. Even if you make a move, I will shoulder all of this myself.
If I kill Su Xin and the Imperial Court wants my life, I will give it to them. It will not involve Shaolin Temple, nor will it involve you. "
Hearing Xuan Guan's words, Yan Wuxie was shocked.
He didn't expect that Xuan Guan would make such a choice, to exchange his life for Su Xin's.
Although Xuan Guan was old and near the end of his lifespan, Su Xin was still in the prime of his life and had a bright future. According to this calculation, Xuan Guan actually had the advantage.
But the problem was that no one could calculate it this way. Whether it was a hundred years of lifespan or ten years of lifespan, it was life. How many people in this world would be willing to exchange their life for someone else's?
Ever since Xuan Guan made this decision, he was prepared to die together with Yan Wuxie.
Looking at Yan Jingxie, Xuan Guan said, "So this time, I'm not asking you to help as a warrior monk of the Shaolin Temple. I'm asking you as your Master. I wonder if you'll agree?"
Looking at Xuan Guan's extremely aged face and his body, which was emitting a decaying and weak aura, Yan Wu Xie sighed in his heart.
It was Shaolin Temple that had let Yan Wuxie down, not Xuan Guan.
When Yan Wuxie was apprenticed to Xuan Guan, even though he was not a direct disciple of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Guan still taught him everything he knew.
Moreover, after Yan Wuxie's accident, Xuan Guan tried his best to speak for him in Shaolin Temple, begging the people of Shaolin Temple to let him go.
But at that time, both Xuan Guan and Yan Wuxie belonged to Arhat Hall, and the head of Arhat Hall was not Xuan Ming, Xuan Guan's Junior Brother, but an eminent monk of Yang Spirit Realm from the previous generation of Shaolin Temple.
That eminent monk had originally opposed the Shaolin Temple taking in those layman disciples who were of mixed qualities. Now that Yan Wu Xie had committed a crime, he had bumped right into the muzzle of his spear.
Therefore, when the Commandment Hall wanted to punish Yan Wuxie, the former head of Arhat Hall not only did not stop them, but also secretly told the Commandment Hall to punish Yan Wuxie severely. In the end, Yan Wuxie was directly expelled from Shaolin Temple.
Yan Wuxie knew all these things, so he had a grudge against Shaolin Temple, but not against Xuan Guan.
Now that Xuan Guan wanted to use his life to exchange for Su Xin's life, how could he say no to him?
Moreover, they, the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple, actually had a grudge against Su Xin.
When Su Xin killed Zhu Zefang and the others, it could be said that he had trampled on the face of the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple to get on the Ranking List of Young Masters and become famous in Jianghu.
Zhu Zefang and the others only had the cultivation of Divinity Palace Level, which was the lowest among the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple. Therefore, Yan Wuxie and the others at Primordial Soul Level did not take it seriously, and some of them did not even know about it.
The lay disciples of Shaolin Temple who were also at Divinity Palace Level wanted to intervene, but firstly, their friendship with Zhu Zefang was limited, and secondly, they were a little afraid of Su Xin's power.
If he could kill all four of them by himself, it would be a suicide mission if they did not send enough people.
However, it was impossible for them to do so even if there were too many of them. These Divinity Palace level lay disciples did not have the prestige to gather more than 10 lay disciples to kill Su Xin. Therefore, the matter was left unsettled.
Later, someone mentioned Su Xin's name in front of Yan Wuxie, but unfortunately, Su Xin was already the chief of detectives of Jiangnan at that time, and he was no longer someone they could touch at will.
Therefore, whether it was for the last wish of his former master, or to let the people in Jianghu know that the lay disciples who had been abandoned by Shaolin Temple were not to be trifled with, this time he would not only gather the other lay disciples of Shaolin Temple, but he would also do it himself.
Yan Wuxie found more than 10 small pieces of paper, and wrote down the course of the matter and his plans on them.
He blew a whistle, and after a few breaths of time, a strong gust of wind blew over from the peach forest. More than ten huge birds that were half the height of a human, and their bodies were greenish grey. They looked like eagles, and landed around Yan Wu Xie. They did not make a sound, but their eyes flashed with a frightening cold light.
Yan Wuxie tied the pieces of paper to the wings of the big birds, and whistled. The big birds immediately flapped their wings and flew in different directions.
Yan Wuxie said lightly, "Master, we can go to Beiyuan Road first to wait for people."
Although Yan Wuxie had not set foot in Jianghu for more than 10 years, his prestige among the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple was irreplaceable.
It was not just because he was strong, but because he was the leader of these lay disciples of Shaolin Temple.
These people also knew that none of them had the strength and prestige of Yan Wuxie, so no one could be the leader of these lay disciples.
Only with Yan Wuxie, they were the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple, which was comparable to the first-class sects. Without Yan Wuxie, they could only be a group of rogue cultivators who had a good relationship with each other.
Therefore, this time, whether Shaolin Temple or Xuanguan asked them to help, as long as Yan Wuxie said it, they would definitely go.
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