Chapter 139

After the salute, Xingchi signaled Yong Jie to follow, and was helped by Li Miao to walk slowly to the center of the square.

"The second thing, this monk has some debts that I want to pay off under the witness of everyone."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Xingchi was virtuous and respected, flawless all his life; when did he ever owe anyone?

Could it be that he did evil secretly before and wanted to make it public before he died?

With a chaotic heart, Abbot Xiao couldn't help but speak.

"Master Xingchi, debts disappear after death, your virtue is recognized by the whole Jianghu, when did you ever owe anyone?"

He was signaling Xingchi not to say any more.

No matter what he had done, don't say it.

Xingchi smiled indifferently and said: "Before introducing this inferior disciple to everyone, the words were not finished."

"Yong Jie, come forward."

"Yes, Master." Yong Jie knelt down in front of Xingchi, took off his cassock, and exposed his back.

"Take the rattan stick."

Then a Shaolin disciple took the rattan stick and handed it to Xingchi.

"This inferior disciple of mine became a monk halfway. Before becoming a monk, he had some reputation in the Jianghu."

"Before becoming a monk, he was the owner of Juyi Villa, 'Pillar Supporting the Sky' Tu Qingcang."

"What!?"

"Who!?"

"Is it him!?"

Everyone gasped.

"No wonder he looked familiar just now; now that you say it, I have seen him before!"

One person blurted out.

Before Yong Jie became a monk, he was known to everyone in the Huguang region.

He became famous fifteen years ago, famous for his chivalry twelve years ago, notorious ten years ago, and disappeared nine years ago, life or death unknown.

From stepping into the martial arts world to disappearing, it was only six years, but he was the most prominent figure in the martial arts of the Huguang region in recent years.

First and second year, first entering the Jianghu, defeating many experts, and for a while, he was unparalleled.

Third year, established Juyi Villa, gathering chivalrous people from all over the world.

Fourth and fifth year, acting chivalrously, Wu Gong entered the peak, everyone praised.

Sixth year, suddenly acting unscrupulously, searching for treasures in the Jianghu, not caring about Jianghu rules and past feelings at all, suppressing people with force, and finally becoming notorious.

Then he suddenly disappeared, and Juyi Villa also declined because of this.

Those Seven Ghosts of Mount Mei were the people of Juyi Villa back then. After dispersing into the Jianghu, they gradually fell into the demonic path.

Yong Jie collected Jianghu scattered people back then, and they were mixed. After he disappeared, many people found it difficult to go from luxury to frugality and started doing evil. Xingchi killed many of them.

It was precisely because of Yong Jie's behavior in the last year that the Seven Ghosts of Mount Mei felt he wanted to enter Shaolin to collect treasures after seeing him.

Abbot Xiao frowned and sized up Yong Jie.

He didn't care about Yong Jie's past and hadn't dealt with him before. He was worried that passing the position to such a controversial figure in the Jianghu would affect Xingchi's reputation.

Sure enough, someone spoke up.

"Master Xingchi, are you going to pass the position to this... Master Yong Jie today?"

"Is it a bit inappropriate?"

"Yes, yes, Master Yong Jie acted a bit out of line before becoming a monk; I don't know if he can take over Shaolin's inheritance."

Xingchi smiled and didn't speak.

But he suddenly raised his hand and waved down.

Bang!

The rattan stick whipped on Yong Jie's back, leaving a wound like a baby's small mouth blooming in an instant.

Blood flowed like a stream immediately.

Yong Jie actually dispersed all his true energy, even stopping the Zhou Tian that was circulating on its own. At this time, his meridians were empty, only resisting with his skin and flesh.

With this, his face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and didn't make a sound.

"Today, I want to return his debt to everyone."

Having said that, ignoring everyone's persuasion, the rattan stick in Xingchi's hand kept hitting Yong Jie's body.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In a moment, the skin and flesh behind Yong Jie were already a mess, and Xingchi's rattan stick swung out, actually splashing fine flesh and blood on the ground.

Yong Jie still didn't make a sound.

The blood had already soaked his lower body, flowing slowly along the cracks of the bluestone slabs.

Finally, Xingchi stopped.

It wasn't that he didn't want to hit anymore, but with his body, if he continued to hit, he was afraid he would die faster than Yong Jie.

Li Miao sighed and slapped Xingchi on the chest.

Xingchi suddenly vibrated, his spirit immediately recovered a lot, as if he had restored his past style.

"Master, you still have half an hour."

"A person who is about to die, not lying down properly to say last words, tossing back and forth, risking reputation and life, I don't know what you are planning."

Li Miao said softly.

Xingchi didn't answer, only nodded slightly to thank Li Miao.

Then he faced everyone and said loudly.

"This inferior disciple of mine was quite stubborn before becoming a monk and did many wrong things."

"It's just that my Shaolin inheritance ultimately needs him to carry it; today, I can't let him return his life to everyone."

Xingchi smiled embarrassedly, revealing his bare gums.

"This monk is thick-skinned and wants to ask for a bargain from everyone."

"His life, let it be deposited in my Shaolin for some time."

"This monk will repay some first, just as if it were offset for everyone."

Abbot Xiao, who was listening quietly to Xingchi on the north side, suddenly woke up, his face pale.

"Bad!!!"

In an instant, he frantically urged his true energy, exerting so much force that he almost tore his meridians, and suddenly kicked the ground, rushing towards Xingchi.

"Master! No!!!"

"No!!!"

In an instant, four or five people rushed onto the square, all shouting loudly, their faces distorted.

They knew too well what Xingchi was going to do.

Because Xingchi did the same thing to "repay" for them back then.

Xingchi was already close to running out of oil and lamp, his movements slow, and it seemed it was still too late to stop!

Li Miao, who was helping Xingchi, glanced at these people lightly and said.

"Master's own choice, others shouldn't interfere."

Having said that, he raised his hand and swung it.

"Pushing Mountains and Overturning Seas"!

The majestic true energy like a tsunami suddenly erupted, hitting the people who rushed onto the square.

"Ah!"

"What! ——"

Without any resistance, several people were swept by Li Miao's palm, spun around in mid-air, and after landing, "deng deng deng" retreated backward before standing firm.

Abbot Xiao looked down, but was speechless for a moment.

Because he was standing exactly where he was before he rushed out.

Other people discovered this situation and were also shocked and speechless.

You know, there were several first-rate experts who rushed out! Li Miao's casual palm could not only repel several people without injury, but also control the force so perfectly!

The Wu Gong, position, speed, and angle of several people were all different!

What realm was Li Miao's Wu Gong in!?

Peak experts couldn't do this kind of lifting weight as if it were light!

But, this was not the time to care about this!

Abbot Xiao raised his head suddenly, his voice like weeping blood.

"Master!!!"

Xingchi seemed not to hear, raised his hand into a claw, and suddenly inserted it into his chest.

Blood flowed like a stream immediately!

Yong Jie, who was kneeling in front of him, didn't look back.

But on his face, which didn't have any reaction even after being beaten to a pulp, he gritted his teeth at this moment and couldn't stop shedding tears.

"Mas... ter..."

"Disciple, was wrong..."

He said in a low voice.

Xingchi didn't look at him, pulled his hand out, and in a moment, the blood soaked the cassock.

Li Miao frowned and pointed a few times on Xingchi's chest.

"Master, you have two sticks of incense left to live."

"Excluding the time to pass the power to Master Yong Jie, you have one stick of incense left."

"If you have anything you want to say, do it as soon as possible."

Xingchi nodded, his face pale, and he laughed.

(End of chapter)