The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

"...What you said is true." Even Nangong Ling had to admit it.

In the prison under the moonlight, just a few steps away from the railing, there are high-ranking members of the Beggar Gang, but there are only two of them in the cell.

Nangong Ling didn't care about the crowd outside, he only cared about every word the little monk said.

If what the little monk said was true, wouldn't it be a joke for him to do all kinds of bad things for so many years!

However, objective facts do not depend on people's subjective consciousness, and the story told by the little monk is also very reasonable, even more reasonable than the version he heard.

No one cares about how many ups and downs he has experienced in his heart. Except for the young monk who still has compassion, the other beggar elders who are watching are only thinking of cleaning up everything he knows. As for whether Nangong Ling is alive or dead...

It's not that Nangong Ling has never seen a really dangerous young monk, it's better to say that he knows the secret methods better than most of the people present.

So he has a clear understanding of the mentality of other people. If he originally had some thoughts of teasing them, after listening to the story told by the little monk, he just wanted to send these people away quickly and sort out his chaotic thoughts.

"Shi Guanyin's stronghold is in the great desert. Except for the Mingjiao and the Western Cult, no one can defeat her in the desert. She is the most beautiful woman in the world, and also the scariest woman. If you want to seek revenge from her, you'd better dispel it." thoughts." Nangong Ling remained expressionless.

The little monk asked: "Then what is her plan and purpose? Is it to dominate the world?"

Nangong Ling nodded: "Wuhua and I are in Shaolin and the Beggars' Clan respectively. If we can control these two sects, wouldn't she be like an uncrowned king? Wuhua wasn't such an impatient person in the first place, but you repeatedly broke his Plan, he is inevitably a little impetuous."

"He still has plans?" The little monk curled his lips, looking down on Wu Hua who attacked his younger brother.

Nangong Ling sent them away in a hurry, knowing everything without saying a word, and under the questioning, he explained all the information he knew thoroughly.After all, regardless of how complicated other people's emotions were, he "pleased" them all out of the cell with a cold face.

He is now like a tiger with its claws and claws pulled out, no matter how difficult it is to stir up any storms, the others don't bother to care about him, and they file out of the cell one after another.

The Beggar Gang may not be the most powerful, and it may not be the most convincing, but in terms of news dissemination, no one dares to be number one if the Beggar Gang dares to be number two.

So in just two days, the grievances and hatreds between Shi Guanyin, Nangong Ling and Wuhua have become known all over the world, and even Huangkou Xiaoer can say a few words about the cruelty of Wuhua's attack on her younger brother.

When Wuhua knew the incident was exposed, she was no longer a Shaolin disciple.

After failing to kill Nangongling with poison, Wuhua knew it was going to be bad, but she couldn't stop there no matter what. Even at the risk of the collapse of the human establishment, she wanted to maintain the reputation and status she had worked so hard for decades.Of course he had thought about failure long ago, but he never thought that Nangong Ling could be so ruthless!

It was just an ordinary afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and the little novice came to ask him to see the master.

Of course he wouldn't refuse.

However, no matter what, Wuhua never imagined that what greeted him was not the tea and scriptures from the master, but the angry eyes of all the brothers!

The golden Buddha in the hall was neither sad nor happy, and the words of the disciples in the hall were angry, "Shaolin will never have flowers again", which made him have nothing to do with this longest and most old-fashioned sect.

From then on, there will be no seven wonderful monks without flowers in the world, only the son of Shi Guanyin who is not as good as a wolf-hearted dog and a beast.

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The little monk didn't care about the follow-up of the matter. After Nangong Ling made it clear, the little monk rode the best horse of the Beggar Clan and galloped to the capital early the next morning.

Even if the entire Jianghu is in a state of excitement over the Nangongling case, there is still one place that remains deserted.

That is the capital.

Of course the little monk is not good at intrigue, but with his martial arts, as long as he stands there, he is a pinnacle of calming the sea.Anyone who wants to do it must weigh whether they can afford the price.

The capital is still under martial law, but the atmosphere is much better than the previous few days. Wuhua's influence has reached its peak at this time. Although it is not possible to completely forget the turmoil in the capital, the attention is not as good as before.

When the whole world was paying attention to Wuhua and Nangongling, the little monk quietly entered the capital.

They didn't agree on any secret code, let alone the place to meet, but the little monk knew it.

This is groundless confidence, but the little monk is obviously betting right.

In the largest inn in the capital, the little monk, relying on his harmless appearance and a few ingots of grained silver, finally let the shopkeeper let him know the room where "the man in the red cloak" lived.

Running all the way, the little monk was already in the dust, and after receiving the news from Lu Xiaofeng, the tense breath all over his body disappeared instantly, and his whole body immediately ached.

After all, he already knew where Lu Xiaofeng was going, so he didn't need to be so anxious.The little monk asked for a room next to Lu Xiaofeng, and prepared to rectify his state, waiting for the upcoming battle.

Naturally, Lu Xiaofeng didn't just sit around waiting to die these few days, but the capital is too quiet, only when the chaos is getting worse can he fish in troubled waters, and when the water is clear...there will be no fish.

So even though he traveled all over the capital in a hurry, he actually made no progress at all.The enemy seemed to be only lurking in the dark, staring at his distressed appearance and laughing at him.

Today is also a day of exhaustion and nothing.Lu Xiaofeng wrapped her scarlet cloak tightly, and walked upstairs slowly.

I hope I can sleep well, Lu Xiaofeng, who was lying upright on the soft bed, thought so before going to bed.

Hope to see Lu Xiaofeng!The young monk, who was in good spirits after catching up with sleep, was elated.

"Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng!" The little monk jumped briskly to the next room, and saw the red cloak hanging beside the bed at a glance. "I'm coming! Do you miss me? Where is Huamanlou?"

Lu Xiaofeng jumped up from the bed, surprised and delighted: "You're here?"

The little monk smiled: "Don't be afraid, I'll help you! What about Huamanlou and the others?"

"It's inconvenient for City Lord Ye to show up, Ximen Chuuxue and Hua Manlou live in Hefangzhai." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lu Xiaofeng knew it was going to be bad, and wanted to keep his mouth shut.

Sure enough, the little monk's eyes suddenly lit up: "Hefangzhai! Why are they living in Hefangzhai?"

Lu Xiaofeng hated secretly, for fear that the little monk who hadn't grown his teeth would start to crave snacks again, and tried to change the subject: "How did you get here? Is there anyone with you?"

The little monk honestly shook his head: "No, they said they would come with me, but they were too slow, so I ran here by myself."

In all fairness, when riding a horse, the speed of other people will not be much worse than that of the little monk, but there will inevitably be various troubles when there are too many people, no matter how hard everyone tries to do it, it cannot be avoided.Not to mention anything else, just that the little monk has hardly closed his eyes for the past few days. Even if other people want to be with him, they don't have such skills. They still need to rest to restore their physical strength. Perseverance did not sleep until entering Beijing.

But there's no need to let Lu Xiaofeng know about it.

Lu Xiaofeng looked up and down, frowned and said: "Why are you in such a hurry, it's not too late these days. You have to know, we always hope that you will be well."

The little monk pursed his lips: "I also hope that you will be well. I worked so hard to come here, why don't you praise me?"

"..." Lu Xiaofeng almost forgot all the rhetoric in an instant, and stepped forward to hug the little monk in his arms, "Thank you for working so hard to come here, but next time, you can also try to believe that we are also working hard."

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