Chapter 3

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The monk looked down at the blood stained clothes, and his eyebrows furrowed.

More than a dozen killers approached. When they saw a white-clothed monk standing in the dark forest, as if in a holy light, their eyes widened in shock. They obviously knew this monk. In fact, there was no one in the whole Central Plains Wulin who didn't know about this monk's reputation.

He was Xuan, a disciple of Master Zhishen, an abbot of Shaolin Temple. He had the body of pure Yang in every way. He was the most suitable for practicing the "Tan Zong Dafa" of Shaolin Temple. He entered at the age of three, and at the age of fifteen his attainment was innate. Now he's only twenty-six but his martial arts have been practiced to a high level. He only used one hand to defeat Tianshan School head's son, Xiaoyao, the so-called first person in Wulin, resulting in him being bedridden for several months.

Xiaoyao could clean up half of the martial arts community with his own strength. With this as a reference, Zi Xuan's real strength can be imagined. If he had the heart to save people, no one would want to take the life of Yu Canghai today.

The man at the head of the group was so afraid that he slowly opened his mouth: "This man is the Demonic Sect's Master who has committed several murders recently. We were ordered to take his head as a memorial to those who died in vain. We also ask the Master to make it convenient for us." They were afraid of him being merciful and insisting on saving the Devil lord, so they took the lead in revealing his identity.

Instead of listening carefully to the words of the black-clad man, Zi Xuan had his whole mind focused on his caught ankle.

Even after he fainted, his five fingers did not relax. He seemed to grasp him like the last straw to save his life. His eyes were filled with such complex emotions that it could not help but shake his mind.

When he was a child, he practiced the Tantra Dharma, and most importantly, he emphasized no greed, no desire, no lust, no want and strong will. Only in this way can he understand the Supreme Confucianism of Buddhism and achieve a golden body.

At present, however, his body, which has never been warm, gradually felt a trace of heat. Along the meridians, it spread inch by inch from the ankle held by the man to his heart.

He was stunned for a few moments before he bent down and reached out. He tried to pry the man's five fingers off him, intending to leave as if the water had passed without a trace, but his fingertips stopped the moment they touched the back of the man's hand. Bright red blood slipped down the man's wrist. It had already soaked his clothes, covered with flesh, and emitted a slightly hot temperature. Zi Xuan felt that what he felt was not blood, but lava, which made him feel as if he had been burned.

He paused for a moment, then continued to pry off the man's five fingers.

The killers held their swords tightly and waited for an opportunity. However, Zi Xuan did not leave as they had expected. Instead, Zi Xuan held the unconscious man horizontally and marched step by step toward the depths of the dense forest.

"Master, are you going to take him away? Do you know what a demon this man is? Although saving a man's life is better than building a Seven-level pagoda, Master, you should know that there are hundreds if not thousands of people who died in his hands. You save him today, and in the future, you will create a few more murders, which will not detract from your own good fortune." The leader knew that even if he tried to run after Zi Xuan, he could not stop him from leaving. So he had to stand in his place and speak out.

"Now that he has opened his mouth to ask for help, the poor monk can't stand by. If you want to kill him, it's not too late for him to leave the poor monk and start again." The deep voice was still close to the ear, but the person had already gone far in a flash. The absolute power showed through his steps, which could shrink that land to an inch. Even their two great masters would be unable to catch up.

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