When a person is tired, he will always want a bed, or even just a pillow, to take a good rest and drive away the tiredness that is wrapped around his body. But when a person's heart is tired, they don't just need a bed or a pillow, all they need is a quiet place, shut themselves in it alone, no longer disturbed by others, to forget all the troubles in their hearts and minds.

Wu Xian and the others standing at the gate of the temple couldn't help but glance at each other when they saw Wu Xin getting off the carriage, and slowly frowned, their expressions a little solemn.

Wuxin, who got off the carriage, saw a few people standing at the gate of the temple, paused, and let go of the heart that he had been carrying. Along the way, the reason why they rushed back so non-stop was because they were worried that the people of Red Feather would come to make trouble again, but fortunately, they seemed to be safe.

Just when Wuxin was about to raise his legs and walk up the steps in front of the temple, more than a dozen figures suddenly came out of the surrounding dense forest, and quickly came to Wuxin's side, almost surrounded Wuxin, and then all knelt on one knee, clenched their fists and bowed their heads, and said in unison: "Young master." ”

Twelve people wrapped in black, thirteen pairs of eager eyes, they were none other than the remaining twelve members of the "shadow". These days, they have been guarding the periphery of the Shaolin Temple, not because the people of the Shaolin Temple did not allow them to enter the temple, but because they said before leaving that they should protect Shaolin.

Wuxin looked at the twelve people kneeling in front of him, nodded, raised his hand to let them get up, and then said lightly: "How is the injury?" In fact, he doesn't like to be kneeled around like this, and he has already told the "shadow" people, but maybe these people have been harshly trained since childhood, and these have been imprinted in their bones.

Twelve people answered one after another, saying that their injuries were all right. When they left without intention, they had already been injured by Blood Spirit's magic flute, but the injuries were not too serious, and they had almost recovered these days. It's Wuxin and Leng who are two people, but now they are hurt a lot, especially cold.

Looking at Wuxin, who walked up the steps step by step, covered in blood, and the thirteen "shadows" lined up behind Wuxin, Wu Xin and the other four people had an idea in their hearts almost at the same time, who else is the opponent of these fourteen people today.

Just one person can make the entire rivers and lakes bloody, not to mention the "shadows" of thirteen masters who are also masters, I believe that no one in the world dares to say that they can have full confidence against these fourteen people.

Wuxin walked step by step along the steps to the gate of the temple, came to the front of the master of no regrets, slowly reached out and took out a golden scripture book with blood from his arms, handed it to the master of no regrets, and said lightly: "Return to Zhao when you are done." It seems so casual, but he has already experienced life and death in order to regain this scripture.

Wu regret took the scriptures handed over by Wuxin, frowned and looked at the dried blood stains on the pages of the scriptures, and then looked at the cloak that had been stained red with blood on Wuxin's body, sighed, and said heavily: "Thank you Shaoxia for risking your life to recapture the treasure of the town temple for my Shaolin, and the poor monk on behalf of all Shaolin disciples thanks Shaoxia for his help regardless of his past suspicions." ”

What Wu Xin said was serious, and he could already see from Wu Xin that this time he must have met a particularly strong opponent, otherwise Wu Xin's body would not look so miserable.

"Thank you Shaoxia, the poor monk has offended a lot before, I hope Shaoxia will forgive me. The first eyebrow master of the Dharma Academy on the side bent down deeply, folded his hands and said, his face full of apologies.

Wuxin waved his hand and said lightly: "I am not only doing this for Shaolin, but also for myself." There was no expression on his face, but it seemed like he had a lot going on his mind.

"What's the matter, Brother Wuxin, has that demon girl been killed by you?" Murong Qianhe on the side also asked at this time, he had seen the power of the magic flute, and he also knew that the strange demon girl was a person with red feathers.

Hearing Murong Qianhe's voice, Wuxin frowned, shook his head and said, "No, let her run away, but I killed a person who seems to have a high status among the red feathers, but I have never heard of this person, and his strength is definitely one of the best in the rivers and lakes." "For Wuxin, letting Blood Ling'er escape twice in a row is already a shame for him.

"What's going on?" Aoki, the head of Wudang, also interjected at this time, and he could see from his unintentional expression that things were not as simple as he imagined.

So, Wuxin told the story of what he encountered on this trip from beginning to end, including the strangeness of the house and Master Huiyin's cultivation of evil skills.

After listening to Wuxin's narration, everyone present was secretly taken aback in their hearts, they didn't expect Wuxin to encounter such a thrilling and strange thing along the way. Especially Master Wuxian, when he heard Wuxin talk about Master Huiyin, his brows furrowed tightly, and a trace of surprise flashed on his face.

"If the poor monk guessed correctly, the Huiyin mage that Shaoxia met was the disciple who was expelled from the mountain by Shaolin twenty years ago, and he was also the former disciple of the poor monk. Wu regret sighed and said, clasping his hands together, not knowing what to whisper in his mouth.

"Is he from your Shaolin?" Murong Qianhe on the side heard Wuregret's words, looked at Wuregret in surprise and said.

Wu regret nodded, and said slowly: "But that was twenty years ago, this junior brother is good at martial arts by nature, and his practice has reached the point of going mad, in order to practice his martial arts, he actually broke into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to practice secretly, violated the precepts of this sect, and was finally expelled from the mountain, but I didn't expect that now he has become a red feather minion." After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh and shook his head incessantly.

After hearing the words without regret, everyone fell silent for a while. The existence of Red Feather has always been a problem for all factions in the martial arts, but no one has ever dared to find out that he is the enemy of Red Feather. It wasn't until there was a bloody knife on the rivers and lakes that this situation was broken, and the organization of Red Feather slowly surfaced.

But now it seems that what they know is just the tip of the iceberg of Red Feather, but they didn't expect that Red Feather would hide so many unexpected masters in addition to the seven masters on the killer list. Such as Master Huiyin, the generation of Blood Spirit.

"Originally, I suspected that Red Feather came to Shaolin this time to try to do the same as when he went to Wudang, in order to eradicate Shaolin, but now it seems that it is not, maybe it is the revenge of Master Huiyin in order to avenge Shaolin for expelling him from the division back then, or they are just to make Zai Xia and Shaolin enemies, whether it is to kill Zai Xia with the power of Shaolin, or to use me to severely damage Shaolin, it is a great benefit to Red Feather. Wuxin frowned and said lightly, fortunately, everything did not develop as the enemy expected.

But once again, their plan fell through, just like the last time in Wudang. Aoki snorted coldly and said slowly.

When he said this, everyone seemed to have reacted, and the two crises of Wudang Shaolin were resolved because of the unintentional existence, and I have to say that the unintentional existence is indeed the blessing of martial arts to a certain extent.

Wu regret nodded, glanced at the Dharma Diamond Sutra in his hand, thought about it and looked at Wuxin and said: "Shaoxia, this time the scripture can be successfully recaptured, all thanks to the help of the young man, in order to express his gratitude, but also for the safety of the entire martial arts, the poor monk decided to temporarily hand over this scripture to the hands of the young man, and the young man can study the martial arts written in the book at will." As he spoke, he handed the Dharma Diamond Sutra to Wuxin, with a sincere attitude.

When everyone saw this move without regrets, they were all surprised. You must know that the Dharma Diamond Sutra is the treasure of the Shaolin Temple, which records the lifelong experience of the founder of Shaolin, the Dharma Patriarch, which is a priceless treasure for any person who practices martial arts. So, everyone spoke out to persuade them to accept it quickly, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But Wuxin shook his head and said lightly: "I said, I don't do this for Wudang, for Shaolin, even for Wulin, but also for myself." As he spoke, he pushed the scripture back and refused.

Seeing Wuxin's move, everyone was surprised again, they didn't expect Wuxin to refuse so simply, if they were any other person in the martial arts, I am afraid they would not let go of this excellent opportunity, let alone refuse directly.

But in Wuxin's opinion, he doesn't want to receive such a great favor from Shaolin, although this is no regret in order to thank himself, but Wuxin doesn't want to make himself feel that he owes Shaolin anything, he feels that his strength is enough, and he doesn't want to spy on other people's things.

To be honest, on the way back this time, he didn't open the scripture book from beginning to end to take a look, although he also knew that the scripture recorded martial arts. This is unintentional, never taking anything that does not belong to him, but no one else wants to take away what belongs to him.

No regrets for the unintentional refusal is also surprised, to be honest, no one has infiltrated Shaolin over the years to steal Shaolin's mastery, but it didn't succeed, this is the only time, and there is a deeper respect for the unintentional person at the moment. So he said slowly: "Since Shaoxia refuses, the poor monk is no longer reluctant, but if Shaoxia has any requirements in the future, he can put it forward, Shaolin is absolutely obliged." ”

Wuxin nodded, looked around, looked at Wuxin and said lightly: "Now I have a request, I want to find a quiet place to stay alone for a while." ”

Hearing Wuxin's answer, everyone present was surprised again, they didn't expect Wuxin to make such a trivial request. You must know that it is a great honor for everyone to let Shaolin owe him a favor, but he unintentionally wasted two such opportunities in succession.

"Okay, the young man really made the poor monk admire, but in front of the young man, it made the poor monk seem a little too pedantic. There is a secret room in the back mountain of Shaolin, which is a pure place for monks to study Buddhism, and if the young man wants, he can go there. No regrets said with a sincere face, his eyes full of respect.

Immediately, under the leadership of the abbot of Shaolin, he went to the back mountain of Shaolin. However, when he was on the way, Wuxin made another request that was not a requirement, he hoped that Shaolin would provide a place for the "shadow" to heal, and told Leng and the other "shadow" members to take advantage of the healing time to practice the Qin family's sword technique.

The sword spectrum Wuxin had already been handed over to them a long time ago, but they had been following Wuxin's side and constantly changing places, and they didn't have time to really calm down and cultivate well.

Looking at Wuxin who slowly left with Master Wuregret, Wudang head Aoki shook his head and sighed, and said slowly: "He obviously cares about the world's martial arts, but he always doesn't want to admit it, maybe even he doesn't know that his heart has filled the entire martial arts." ”

Murong Qianhe, who was standing on the side, listened to Aoki's words, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Yes, when I knew him was when he exposed the Red Feather Killer Golden Swordman, at that time I thought he was a cold-blooded boy who only knew revenge, but slowly I found out that in fact, his heart was kind, and his nature was not bad, but he was blinded by hatred for a while." His existence is definitely a blessing for martial arts in the future. ”

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, and walked towards the temple together. They are already planning to say goodbye to no regrets, now that Shaolin is safe, it is also time for them to leave, after all, the safety of martial arts cannot only be imposed on the hands of a young man who is simply fighting to the death, they should also do something.

Not everyone who has compassion can care for others, and not everyone who kills people is a great evil. Everyone has their own path to follow, but the path they choose is different......