Stunned, Jiang Liechen asked, "What do you mean?" As expected, Tong Chan raised an arm and bent it slightly, raising it high by his side. He smiled and said, "Old Monk's move is full of flaws. I'm just making a bet that you won't take advantage of me."
Jiang Liechen frowned and looked at him. Tongchan was indeed returning to his original posture. Tongchan was defenseless and was wide open. His attack would be effective in one fell swoop. He couldn't help but hesitate. This opportunity was only for a moment. Although he felt that it was inappropriate to betray Tongchan's trust, the temptation of the Seven Evils Treasure was still far greater than anything else. 'Every man for himself, the devil takes the hindmost' flashed through his mind. Comparing the pros and cons, he still chose to follow his heart. He pretended to raise his arm to meet the attack, but he suddenly changed direction halfway and hit Tongchan's right rib.
Tongchan's whole body shook violently. His internal organs seemed to have been shaken to the point of turning upside down. A stream of turbid Qi in his lower abdomen crashed inside his body. A streak of black light appeared in front of his eyes. Jiang Liechen's move succeeded. His following moves were endless, aiming at Tongchan's neck, chest, spleen, lungs and other vital points.
He was advancing step by step while Tongchan was retreating step by step. His robe sleeves rolled up with difficulty. His strength and direction were all controlled by the opponent. Almost every palm he sent out was pushed back by the opponent's attack. Most of the time he was suppressing his own body. Anyone could see that he was in a disadvantageous situation. Relying only on his psyche power, he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
In terms of strength, Tongchan was far superior to Jiang Liechen. After more than ten years of studying Buddhism, his heart was as calm as water. His martial arts practice was not shackled by desire and his progress was rapid. In addition, he steadily practiced Shaolin's profound internal energy "Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture". How could his strength be compared to Jiang Liechen's evil technique? First of all, Master Tongchan had been caught unprepared by his attack and had suffered serious internal injuries. Otherwise, with his martial arts, even if he had given his opponent the initiative at the beginning, he would have been able to turn the situation around in a few rounds.
Secondly, when he talked about the past of his youth, the memories that he thought he was relieved of stirred up waves in his heart. Buddhism emphasized that "Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form." However, it was easy to say that, but it was difficult for him to forget his love in the mortal world. At most, he could only escape into Buddhism to escape his mistakes. Even his closed-door training was under the guise of pure cultivation.
He really overestimated his own ability and spoke nonsense about delivering all living things from torment. He was undeservedly admired by his fellow martial artists, but he was just a selfish and cowardly person who did not even dare to face himself. If his true self was exposed in front of others, his reputation would be ruined and he would be reviled.
Jiang Liechen was full of ambition, and his passion for what he wanted was very similar to his own in the past! It was just that the two of them were in different environments. It was because she had not met with the right circumstances that she did not have the same status as him. She was stuck in the mud and was unable to extricate herself. So what if he was converted today? His desires were endless. Who knew how many people in the martial arts world had lost their nature because of this? They all had to be converted by him. How could he bear such a heavy burden? There was only a kind of despair in his heart. After so many years of practicing Buddhism, in the end, he could not even redeem himself. He defended more than he attacked in his counterattack. His entire body was covered by his powerful evil aura.
"Bang!" Their palms collided again under the sleeves of their robes. This time, Jiang Liechen stood firm and did not move, but Tongchan staggered backward until his back hit the wall. He barely managed to stop, but his head hung down dejectedly.
Jiang Liechen turned his arms and clasped them in front of his body. He cupped his hands and said, "Master, thank you for letting me win."
Tongchan's spiritual power as an enlightened monk was gone. The only body left was that of a thin and withered old man who was nearing the end of his life. He staggered to the center of the praying mat and fell on it. He sat down cross-legged and made a gesture with his hands in front of his chest. His withered eyes that no longer had any spirit slowly lifted up. He said word by word in a steady voice, "Benefactor Jiang, you have such a cultivation at such a young age. You are a genius in martial arts that this old monk has seen in his life. It is really rare and commendable. Your future is immeasurable. It is a pity … a pity … that you did not take the right path … "His voice revealed a sense of endless desolation. It was as if between heaven and earth, there were endless falling trees and rolling rivers. Everything sighed with it.
Then he closed his eyes. His eyelids fell bit by bit, as if the whole world was ending in front of him. A bitter smile appeared on his face. He sighed softly, "This old monk overestimated himself and made a wager with human nature. In the end, I have lost … and I have lost everything …" He muttered a few words that only he could hear, "Qingyan, I will go and see you now … I have let you down. I wonder if you will accept my late apology in the underworld …" His voice became softer and softer until the last strand of his voice dissipated in the air.
Cheng Jiaxuan saw a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his expression was exceptionally peaceful. Today, other than his benevolent face, there was a rare hint of gentleness. The holy aura around him gradually faded away. In its place was a gentle face. He was like the most ordinary of elders. He would caress his granddaughter's forehead and buy her sweets to eat.
She thought about how he had helped her fix her broken bones and how he had tolerated her rudeness. Just now, she had repaid his kindness with enmity. In order to help Jiang Liechen, she had tried to use the Afterimage Sword to attack him. He had lived for dozens of years, yet he still loved Mu Qingyan. Even if he wasn't the most suitable abbot of Shaolin or a master of the martial arts world, who could say that this old man wasn't a kind person? Everyone made mistakes. Looking at how old he was right now, who would blame him? No matter what kind of sins he had committed when he was young, his merits offset his faults. It was time to redeem himself.
She was still worrying about her injuries when she suddenly heard Jiang Liechen say, "What are you waiting for? Go and bring me the Soul of Mourning. "
Cheng Jiaxuan said in a low voice, "Does this … really mean we've won? But … we haven't said anything yet … I trust that Great Master Tongchan won't do anything to the box. Who knows if the other monks won't … "Jiang Liechen said," Yes, that's exactly what I was worried about. Otherwise, why would I ask you to go? " Cheng Jiaxuan said, "So you agreed to bring me along because … you wanted to use me as a shield, right?" Jiang Liechen said, "Nonsense. Otherwise, what use would you be?"
Cheng Jiaxuan felt sad. Even though she had no regrets dying for him, he didn't care about her life. He took her sacrifice for granted. He couldn't help but feel sad. If he could treat her even a tenth of how well Great Master Tongchan treated Mu Qingyan, she would be satisfied.
Jiang Liechen said impatiently, "Go! Could it be that your love for me, which is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, only has this much weight? "Cheng Jiaxuan sighed softly. She lifted her heavy legs and walked towards the long cabinet step by step. She gently opened the box. Inside the box was a piece of golden brocade. Indeed, there was a short dart on top of it. Its shape was exactly as Yuan Yi had described. She was lost in thought for a moment. Then she turned around and held it out with both hands.
Jiang Liechen didn't even look at her. He immediately reached out and snatched the dart. He twirled it between his fingers and rubbed it against the edges. He muttered to himself, "Is this really the Soul of Mourning? Why don't I try it on you? " Cheng Jiaxuan was startled. She knew that Jiang Liechen was used to bullying her. She said, "No …" But then she remembered that she had always obeyed his every word. She had never once refused him. Her protest was stifled in her throat.
Jiang Liechen thought, "Not now … I'll kill her first. Who will I find to be my scapegoat in the future? … No, not many people in the Wulin world even know the name of the Soul of Mourning. That kid Yuan Yi not only knows, he must have seen it with his own eyes. But more than ten years ago, before he was born, and after Mu Qing and Yan Xian passed away, this treasure has always been in Tong Chan's care. How could he have seen it? Could it be that he has the ability to defeat Tong Chan? How strong is this kid? If I keep him alive, he will definitely become a hidden danger in the future … "
She glanced at Tong Chan, who was sitting upright on the praying mat. She felt a bit guilty. She walked in front of him and said, "Reverend Tong Chan, I will accept this Soul of Mourning. I really did owe you for the match just now. You are the only person in many years who can make me admire you from the bottom of my heart. I promise you, for your sake, after I leave today, I won't find trouble with the Shaolin monks. I will stay in this temple to burn incense for another ten years. " These words were extremely rude, but the smile on Tong Chan's face didn't change. It was as if he didn't hear him at all. He was as calm and steady as before.
Jiang Liechen had always been sharp in handling matters. He immediately sensed that something was wrong. He raised his hand to feel under Tong Chan's nose, but there wasn't the slightest bit of breath. He turned his hand to lightly pat his cheek. Tong Chan had been dead for a long time.
Jiang Liechen couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect that this great master of martial arts, who he had only heard of but never seen for many years, would die so quietly in front of him. Moreover, he didn't even notice it just now. He still couldn't believe it. He pressed his hands on Tong Chan's shoulders and shook him. He called out, "Reverend? Reverend? "Tong Chan's body tilted and he fell off the praying mat. He fell to the ground, but his meditation posture didn't change at all.
Cheng Jiaxuan also called out in shock, "Reverend? He … passed away? " At this time, a young monk's voice came from outside the door, "Abbot, Tong Zhi's Shishu wants this disciple to come and ask you …" Before he finished, he saw Tong Chan fall to the ground. He was so scared that he cried out, "Murder! Murder! That devil killed Reverend Abbot! Someone come … "He turned around and ran away. His voice came from afar," Shifu! Shixiong! Come quickly … "
Cheng Jiaxuan ran to the door and saw that he had already disappeared. Although she didn't have much experience in worldly affairs, she could already guess what was about to happen. Although the two of them were at fault, it was still a misunderstanding that they killed Reverend Tong Chan. It was obvious that the monks of the temple would be furious and wouldn't listen to any explanation. They would have no choice but to fight.
Shedding blood and killing in front of Reverend Tong Chan's coffin and making him unable to rest in peace after death was a great sin. Once that happened, it would be extremely difficult for the two of them to escape. She hurriedly advised Jiang Liechen, "We can't stay here for long. Don't … don't fight with the Shaolin monks again. Let's go quickly!"
Jiang Liechen's gaze was still fixed on Tong Chan. He said indifferently, "You said … someone saw it?" Cheng Jiaxuan hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, yes. Even if we had mouths all over our bodies, we wouldn't be able to explain ourselves. That's why of the thirty-six stratagems, leaving is the best plan! "Jiang Liechen said," Why didn't you kill them? I'm asking you, why didn't you kill them! "He slapped her across the face, causing her to fall to the ground.
Cheng Jiaxuan didn't care about her own grievances. She patted the dust off her clothes and hurriedly said, "Then I'll go right away!" As she searched the room for the Afterimage Sword, Jiang Liechen coldly said, "Forget it. What's the use of it now?" His palm gently stroked Tong Chan's forehead, brushed past his eyebrows, and slowly slid down his aged face. He said in a low voice, "Reverend Tong Chan, I didn't kill you … I didn't kill you." Cheng Jiaxuan only knew that he was being condemned in his heart. She said, "I know. Reverend he … he passed away peacefully. He sat … sat in meditation and became a Buddha. You didn't kill him … If anyone asks, I'll testify for you."
Jiang Liechen said, "You bitch, don't you know what it means to say that a lowly person's words carry little weight? Those monks are stubborn to begin with. Do you still want them to listen to you? "
Cheng Jiaxuan sighed and picked up the Afterimage Sword. He thought, "Right now, I can only hold them back for as long as I can!" He glanced at the prayer mat that Tong Chan often sat on. He saw that there were fingernail marks on the side of the prayer mat. Some of the marks were very deep and clear, but they were all written with the words "Qing" and "Yan". It seemed that Tong Chan sometimes found it difficult to calm his mind while meditating here. Thus, he used his fingernails to scratch the prayer mat to relieve his longing for Mu Qingyan.
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