Chapter 419

Mount Zhongnan, Quanzhen Sect, Chongyang Palace.

At this moment, in the main hall of the Chongyang Palace, there were only three figures: Huang Shang, Huang Yaoshi, and Wang Chongyang!

As for Feng Heng, upon hearing that Li Zhangsheng had returned, she happily headed to the kitchen to prepare food for him.

"Master!"

"Disciple Changsheng pays his respects to Master!"

Li Zhangsheng, bringing Monk Shenbei along, first bowed to Wang Chongyang.

Immediately after, he bowed to Huang Yaoshi and Huang Shang, "Greetings, Father-in-law! Greetings, Senior Huang Shang!"

"Hmph!"

Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Li Zhangsheng with displeasure, and let out a cold snort.

"Good, good, good!"

"It's good that you're back! It's good that you're back!"

"It's fortunate that you returned in time! Otherwise..."

Wang Chongyang had a smiling face, but he also felt lingering fear.

Fortunately, fortunately Li Zhangsheng had rushed back.

"Indeed!"

"Changsheng is truly worthy of being a talent of heavenly proportions! A peerless genius!"

"Chongyang! I am truly becoming more and more envious of you!"

Huang Shang also spoke up, looking at Li Zhangsheng with deep emotion; he then looked at Wang Chongyang, secretly sighing in his heart: Wang Chongyang truly has such great fortune! This is... hitting the jackpot, right! To actually have a disciple like Changsheng?!

I hate that Li Zhangsheng is not my disciple!

Sigh!

Huang Shang sighed again, the sound of which left Huang Yaoshi stunned and made Wang Chongyang feel incredibly proud.

"Master, you overpraise me! Father-in-law... um... Senior Huang Shang, you are too kind! Even without this disciple, with the strength of Master and the others, protecting the Quanzhen Sect is more than enough!"

Li Zhangsheng was humble and respectful, "Right! My senior brothers said Master was looking for this disciple?! I wonder what Master needs me for?!"

"Hmm?! Did I ask Ma Yu and the others to find you?!"

"I didn't... eh?! Changsheng, who is this Master..."

Wang Chongyang was taken aback and was about to deny it, but seeing Monk Shenbei standing behind Li Zhangsheng, his heart stirred, and he changed the subject, asking.

"Amitabha! This poor monk is Shenxiu!"

Monk Shenxiu put his hands together and spoke with a calm expression.

"Master Shenxiu?!"

Wang Chongyang frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then asked, "I wonder which temple Master Shenxiu comes from?! Why are you following behind Changsheng?!"

"This poor monk comes from the Shaolin of the Upper World!"

"I naturally follow behind the Supreme True Buddha to respectfully listen to the Buddha's decree!"

Monk Shenxiu said respectfully and calmly.

"What... does that mean?!"

"What Supreme True Buddha?! What Buddha's decree?!"

Wang Chongyang was stunned, not quite understanding.

"The matter is like this!"

"Because this poor monk was deceived by the Southern Shaolin and did not recognize the true body of the Buddha, I actually foolishly attempted to convert the True Buddha, and thus descended to the lower world?!"

"It can be said that it was rebellious and unforgivable!"

Monk Shenxiu revealed a bitter smile; on his face, there was both relief and guilt as he roughly recounted what had happened, "Fortunately, the Buddha Changsheng is magnanimous and did not blame me! He even allowed me to follow him!"

"It is truly this poor monk's honor!"

"Well done, well done!"

As his voice fell, Monk Shenxiu looked at Li Zhangsheng, his eyes revealing a touch of fervor and piety.

"Oh, oh!"

"So it was... wait! Master Shenxiu, you actually come from... the Upper World?!"

"And, the Supreme True Buddha you speak of is actually... my disciple Changsheng?!"

Wang Chongyang nodded subconsciously, but in an instant, after he realized the meaning of Monk Shenxiu's words, he was instantly shocked, looking at Monk Shenxiu and Li Zhangsheng in disbelief.

"This... what is going on?!"

"You... when did you become a True Buddha?!"

Huang Yaoshi was also full of surprise, looking at Li Zhangsheng.

"Upper World?! Master Shenxiu... Southern Shaolin?!"

"This... how come I've never heard of this?!"

"I do remember that several hundred years ago, a second-generation patriarch of the Southern Shaolin named Shenbei shattered the void and ascended to the Upper World, but I have never heard of any... Shenxiu?!"

Huang Shang's pupils widened instantly, his brows furrowed in deep thought, and he muttered to himself.

"This Daoist priest truly has a great memory!"

"That is correct! This poor monk is indeed that Monk Shenbei from the Southern Shaolin several hundred years ago!"

"Because I was valued by the Buddha, I was specially bestowed the name: Shenxiu!"

Monk Shenxiu, speaking of the origin of his name, couldn't help but slowly raise his head and say with great pride.

"You are that... Master Shenbei?! Hiss!"

Huang Shang, upon hearing this, couldn't help but gasp, "But! This... how is this possible?!"

He was unwilling to believe such a fact; it was just that Monk Shenxiu's claim was too absurd.

It wasn't just Huang Shang; Wang Chongyang and Huang Yaoshi were the same, especially after their shock subsided and they calmed down, making it even harder to believe.

After all!