Transcending evil and sanctification

The fat cook from Shaolin Temple threw off his arms and used [-] kinds of martial arts, and the vegetarian food he made was comparable to a full banquet of Manchu and Han people—although Xiao Ren had only heard of it.

The Great Monk Jianjue discovered the secret scriptures inside the golden cicada monk's robe. The monk's robe was full of cheating scriptures that Jianzhi had worked hard all his life. Not to mention, but also to add something else.

The sense of seeing does not ponder how the knowledge is obtained, anyway, it is in his hands, so don't let him spit it out again.

Finally, Shaolin Temple martial arts has the possibility of orderly inheritance, and a generation of disciples is expected to produce another giant.

Therefore, seeing the smile on the great monk's face finally had a real element, he completely ignored Xiao Ren's voracious gobbling, and kept smiling like Maitreya Buddha during the celebration banquet.

Let a group of monks lament that their abbot really can hold his breath, which is beyond the reach of their ecstatic juniors.

Xiao Ren rested in Shaolin Temple for 2 days, tidied up his appearance, and took several full outfits from the clothes Yu Wenjue sent.

Yu Wenjue is too real.

He sent several boxes of clothes, but Xiao Ren couldn't wear them all, nor could he take them away.

There are four seasons in these clothes: spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The little monk curiously asked him who is this friend?

Xiao Ren just smiled and said nothing.

Among these clothes, Xiao Ren took a few clothes that he was wearing now, and among the winter clothes, he only took a snow-white fox fur.

This fox fur coat made Xiao Ren unable to put it down.

Other cotton-padded jackets, although good, are not as light as down-padded jackets.

In winter, he wears a down jacket inside and a fox fur coat outside...

Tsk tsk, it feels warm just thinking about it.

Although Xiao Ren felt it was a pity that there were a few large boxes of clothes left, he didn't have a large space bag, so he could only reluctantly hand them over to Shaolin Temple for the monks to give to those in need.

Master Jianwu said directly: "Amitabha."

The great monk Jian Jue also glanced at him in surprise, he couldn't see that this little fox had such a compassionate heart.

Xiao Ren walked away proudly.

Hmph, don't leave it to the cunning monk to take advantage of it!

Master Jianwu naturally didn't know Xiao Ren's narrow-mindedness, and just looked at Master Jianjue with condemnation.

That means obviously looking at other people's realm, and then looking at your awareness.

Seeing that the great monk was shot while lying down.

If the numerical value can be limited, it is obvious that Xiao Ren has raised the favorability of Shaolin Temple to worship, while Jian Wu personally has directly exploded.

Xiao Ren walked across the chain bridge and whistled.

The hairball flew over silently and landed on his arm.

"Mao Tuan, Papa's daughter. I have wronged you these two days." Xiao Ren lovingly touched the owl's neck.

Because the owl is a carnivorous bird of prey, Xiao Ren couldn't bring it into the Shaolin Temple to eat vegetarian food, so he had to let it hunt outside alone for the past two days.

Maotuan made two "cuckoo" sounds and flapped its wings, obviously saying that it's okay.

Xiao Ren was delighted, he shook his arm, and the hairball flew up.

"Mao Tuan, this Jianghu will be shocked to see you!" Xiao Ren smiled, "Let us, father and daughter, go on a great Jianghu adventure together!"

In this arena, my hero Xiao is here again!

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Yu Wenjue let out a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes.

A circle of blood red was outlined around his originally dark pupils.

Since leaving Shaoshi Mountain last year, he couldn't help but kill someone who offended him on the way, and his strong bloodthirsty impulse seemed to be violent.

After that, Yu Wenjue attacked and killed those restless martial arts righteousness all the way, blood flowed like rivers, and the wind was jittery.

Finally, he suppressed the eager thoughts of those sects who were out of control and overwhelmed.

Then, Yu Wenjue hurried back to the head teacher of Mingjiao, unable to retreat.

After a few months, the restless internal force finally calmed down.

And he also entered the seventh level of Jiuming Divine Art under the impetus of this bloodthirsty.

Yu Wenjue didn't tell anyone.

This is really rare.

Originally, after the seventh level of the Nine Nether Divine Art, it is necessary to continue to kill, and to stimulate the inner breath during the killing.

Therefore, Yu Wenjue, who had been stagnant on the sixth floor, broke through the sixth floor easily after a little meditation after the head teacher's bloody night fight.

Although Yu Wenchi had said before that the high-level members of Jiuming Divine Art were killed, but he didn't understand it at that time.

It turns out that this is the reason why every leader of Mingjiao is a veritable god of killing.

However, even if he went out this time and created a lot of killing karma, it is impossible to practice from the middle stage of the seventh floor to the late stage in this short period of less than a year.

Yu Wenjue frowned and pondered, could it have something to do with his emotional ups and downs?

I don't know why, but whenever he was emotionally fluctuating, he would feel a dull pain in his chest.

However, it is obvious that his body is very healthy and there is no internal injury at all, so why is there a dull pain in his chest?

Because he was thinking day and night to find the reason, Yu Wenjue's spirit was a little sluggish because of excessive thinking.

Sitting there, he still couldn't figure it out, raised his hands to rub his forehead with a headache, and the sleeves on his wrists followed his movements and stroked down.

His clothes were as red as blood.

When Yu Wenjue was on the seventh floor, he was more bloodthirsty than any previous leader, and only the bright red eyes could soothe his fiery inner breath a little.

He felt something was wrong, very wrong.

If this goes on like this, he will become the first leader in history to go mad just after entering the seventh floor!

Yu Wenjue squeezed his fist, called Jiang Zhu to change his clothes, and asked Bi Qing to invite the deadly doctor Ji Bat to come.

Biqing's slender eyebrows frowned, she couldn't see anything wrong with the rosy-complexioned master.

Jiang Zhu glared at her vaguely, and Bi Qing reluctantly went out.

Jiang Zhu changed Yu Wenjue's red clothes gently, and put on the light-colored clothes he used to wear.

Yu Wenjue is a suspicious person, he himself has such a flaw now, naturally he is not willing to let others find out easily.

So now that red can alleviate his situation, he just asked someone to repaint the entire Youshan Palace, paint the door frames, window frames, and pillars all vermilion, and asked the maidservants to hurry up and make two red long gowns.

Different from the elegant temperament in crescent white light blue clothes, red makes him look more imposing, majestic and domineering, and abnormally cold.

Jiang Zhu was unaware of the admiration at the time, it turned out that the leader is more suitable for such a bright color.

This makes the group of backyard maids expand their direction even more when they dress up their masters.

Ji Bat came very quickly, he didn't have any research to do recently, and he just processed some precious herbs himself.

Yu Wenjue told him to sit down, and stretched out his wrist without saying a word.

Ji Bat frowned, what is this for?Could it be that he wanted to test his medical skills? He didn't even start.

Although it was sudden, Ji Ba still didn't neglect, he rolled up his sleeves without slow movement.

As far as medical theory is concerned, Ji Bat's kung fu is really not picky.

Soon Ji Ba's eyebrows furrowed fiercely, and he said, "Master, why is your internal energy restless, and why are you so sad that you are so angry?"

So the serious doctor immediately concluded that the leader is on fire, or on a big fire.

Seeing that he hit the nail on the head, Yu Wenjue relaxed a little, and said slowly: "Recently, when I was thinking about some things, I could hardly control my emotions, which made me irritable and have a dull pain in my chest. The more I wanted to know why, but On the contrary, this situation is getting worse, and now I can hardly sleep at night. Ji Bat, what kind of illness is this?"

Yu Wenjue couldn't figure it out, but he felt that there was some discomfort in his body that he didn't know.

Ji Fu thought hard, and asked Yu Wenjue to change his hand to feel his pulse.

Ji Fu finished his pulse, with a solemn expression, he sat there thinking about the medical expression.

Yu Wenjue didn't bother him when he saw him thinking deeply.

Ji Ba thought to himself, looking through the medical skills and medical records in his mind, the situation of the leader is very similar to lovesickness.

but……

Ji Fu raised his head and took a sneak peek, and sat on the chair with a calm face, not angry at the majestic Yuwen leader.

He shook his head, he naturally knew that the previous leader had resorted to extraordinary means in order not to make female sex become an obstacle to the leader's martial arts training, and he didn't believe that the leader who had such an experience would have any love thoughts.

Yuwen Chi died with regret!He remembered to keep his apprentice away from women, but he didn't know that men's influence doesn't need to be given away!

Probably because he never imagined that Yu Wenjue would see another scenery on this fork in the road, and would be moved by someone of the same sex.

The death-killing genius doctor also couldn't imagine it.

So, Ji Bat is distressed, is it similar symptoms but different symptoms?

Indeed, feeling the leader's pulse, his internal strength has improved again, probably caused by overwork?

"You have emotional depression in your heart, and your heart is not small..." Ji Ba eloquently described Yu Wenjue's illness in a logical manner, but when it came time to characterize the situation, he hesitated: "In this case, my subordinate has never I haven’t seen it before, so it’s probably caused by your recent great improvement in skills, restlessness and overwork.”

Ji Ba calmly said: "For this situation, my subordinates can only prescribe you a medicine to reduce the fire. The main thing is that you need to relax and stop practicing in closed doors."

Yuwen is absolutely noncommittal.

He was dubious about what Ji Fu said, and he didn't think it was caused by his practice.

However, he couldn't tell Ji Fu in detail about this or that situation caused by missing his best friend.

Therefore, when you seek medical treatment, you must explain all the situation to the attending doctor clearly.

Hiding your illness is wrong!

I heard Ji Fu continue to say: "Master, I suggest you take a rest for a while to relax, such as playing the piano, playing chess..."

After letting Ji Ba go down, Bi Qing bowed down respectfully: "Master, Hall Master Hei please see me."

Yu Wenjue said softly, "Let him in."

Heipang walked in hastily, cupped his fists and said to Yu Wenjue: "Master, the first issue has been compiled, please have a look."

Yu Wenjue let out a "huh".

Heipang bent over and put the documents on his desk.

Heipang stood there hesitating to speak.

Yu Wenjue raised his eyebrows: "What else is there? Don't hesitate."

"Yes!" Heipang said: "More than a year ago, the subordinates assigned by the leader finally completed the task, so I am ashamed, Heipang really owes the kindness to the leader, and the leader has given a lot of care to his subordinates this year... "

Heipang still expressed his loyalty emotionally, but Yuwenjue's originally calm expression reflected that when Heipang said, his eyes widened involuntarily.

"Wait." Yu Wenjue raised his hand to interrupt him.

Heipang immediately fell silent.

"You said... you were given the task before, did you mean Xiao Ren?!" Yu Wenjue's voice was uncontrollably high.

"Yes, it is Huang Bozhi's adoptive son." Heipang replied affirmatively.

Yu Wenjue closed his eyes, his hand hidden under the desk shattered the armrest of the chair.

"Oh? Then have you confirmed his current whereabouts?" Yu Wenjue asked.

Heipang lowered his head in shame, and said, "Yes, after he came down from Shaoshi Mountain half a month ago, he went to the lower reaches of the Yangtze River."

"Yeah." Yu Wenjue let go of his right hand holding the armrest of the broken chair, raised his now strange eyes and looked at Heipang: "Since he has appeared, then use your shadow hall's skills, I want to know his specific whereabouts route."

"Huh?" Heipang was puzzled for a moment, then under Yu Wenjue's cold eyes, he quickly responded.

After Hei Pang retreated, Yu Wenjue leaned back in the chair relaxedly.

It finally appeared.

Yu Wenjue sighed, he hadn't heard from him for more than a year, and he thought something happened to him.

"I want to see where you have been during this time?" Yu Wenjue said to himself, "It's so worrying."

After hearing the news, Yu Wenjue's depressed and restless mood was obviously relieved by most of it.

"Sure enough..." Yu Wenjue smiled wryly.

He was dazed in a daze, and said softly: "If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness..."

Then, when he realized that he had read such a sentence unconsciously, Yu Wenjue showed a strange expression.

Although the text is not on the topic, this situation unexpectedly coincides.

It must be the reason why I haven't read the book of sages, Yu Wenjue thought.

He immediately turned around and went to the bookshelf to take out ancient books that praised friendship, such as friendship between gentlemen.

I have to see how my friends express this situation, and I can't quote wrong again!

A few days later, after obtaining the exact whereabouts of Xiao Ren, Yu Wenjue left Mingjiao without hesitation.

Anyway, Ji Bat also said that he should relax.