The Legend of the Netherworld

Chapter 133 Missing the Sweeping Monk

At this moment, Zheng Ziyi and Master Qu Ling had arrived at the door. They looked at each other, looked at the mess on the ground, and stared at Lin Xiao with sharp eyes.

"Lin Xiao, if you want to step into the Chan Heart Hall today, you can only step over my dead body!" Zheng Ziyi shouted angrily, and the long stick in his hand shot out from his sleeve like an angry dragon, and the shadow of the stick crossed the sky, pointing directly at Lin Xiao's chest.

The disciples in the Chanxin Hall came out upon hearing the sound, all with solemn expressions. They gathered at the door and blocked the door of the Chanxin Hall tightly, like a human wall standing in front of Lin Xiao.

Their eyes were determined, and they vowed to guard to the death and not let Lin Xiao enter easily.

Lin Xiao's expression darkened, and he felt inexplicably irritated. He clearly just wanted to visit his good friend Wang Yiming, but he was repeatedly blocked, which made his anger grow more and more intense.

The spiritual power of the Jiayin Realm surged out of his body like a tide, and the air around him seemed to be slightly distorted under his pressure.

The disciples standing in front felt this terrifying pressure, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, their legs trembled, and they couldn't help feeling powerless.

But they still stayed closely behind Zheng Ziyi and Master Qu Ling, with a hint of expectation for their senior brothers in their eyes.

Zheng Ziyi and Master Qu Ling felt the overwhelming momentum emanating from Lin Xiao, and their hearts tightened, but they had to grit their teeth and persevere.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing a resolute conviction: "If we let Lin Xiao enter Chan Xin Hall today, we disciples will become the laughing stock of his sect and will never be able to make a name for ourselves!"

The sword in Master Qu Ling's hand shone coldly like frost and snow, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Lin Xiao, and he shouted in a low voice: "Come on, even if we risk our lives, we will not let you take even a single step through this door!"

Lin Xiao snorted coldly and walked slowly forward. Every step was like a huge rock pressing down on their heads, which doubled the pressure on the people opposite him.

As he got closer, the disciples' legs grew weaker, cold sweat streamed down their faces, and their eyes were filled with fear.

However, just seven steps away from the crowd, Lin Xiao suddenly stopped.

He took a deep breath, his anger gradually being suppressed by reason. He knew in his heart that these people were no match for him. He could knock them all down in a moment and enter the Zen Hall. However, the consequences of doing so would be devastating for Wang Yiming. He would not be able to stay in the Zen Hall any longer.

His eyes were cold as he spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "I can choose not to step through this door, but you must promise me one thing - take good care of Wang Yiming. If anything goes wrong with him, you all know the consequences."

Everyone in the Zen Heart Hall looked pale, but no one dared to respond. Only Zheng Ziyi nodded with a complicated expression, saying, "We promise you that Wang Yiming will be well taken care of."

As soon as Lin Xiao finished speaking, he took Lin Jiao's hand and turned to leave. At the fork in the mountain road, the two stopped. Lin Jiao panted slightly and turned to look at Lin Xiao with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"See you tomorrow morning." Lin Jiao said softly.

Lin Xiao nodded, a gentle smile flashed in his eyes: "See you tomorrow morning, you go back to the back mountain first, be careful."

After looking at each other, they left in different directions.

At this moment, the gate of the Zen Heart Hall was completely silent. With Lin Xiao's departure, the disciples felt relieved, their tense nerves finally relaxing.

Many disciples' legs and feet suddenly went weak, and they collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. They couldn't understand why Lin Xiao, who had only entered the Jiayin realm, could emit such a terrifying aura.

Zheng Ziyi and Master Qu Ling exchanged a glance, tacitly retracted their weapons, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Ziyi turned around and faced the disciples, all terrified. His expression was solemn. "Remember, from now on, you must take good care of Wang Yiming. Anyone who dares to make trouble for him will become my enemy. If you anger that master, I won't be able to save you!"

"We will listen carefully to your instructions, senior brother!" All the disciples stood up, saluted respectfully, and responded in unison.

Afterwards, everyone walked into the Zen Hall one after another and started to get busy.

Atop a nearby tree, a figure stood quietly. It was the Chanxintang's headmaster. He took in everything that had just happened, his eyes revealing a complex emotion as he murmured to himself, "It seems you've saved your life this time."

Before he finished speaking, the leader turned around and disappeared among the treetops.

A shocking announcement rang out from the main hall: the headmaster would temporarily take over all Chanxin Hall affairs until Elder Chanxin recovered. Anyone who dared to bully Chanxin Hall disciples or disregard the academy's rules would be severely punished, up to and including the loss of their cultivation and expulsion from the academy.

This news was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly calming the anxious hearts of the Zen Heart Hall disciples. They could finally relax and devote themselves to their practice.

Meanwhile, in the hidden cave in the back mountain, Lin Xiao returned to the mountain and went straight into the cave. He expertly sorted out the immortal jade and elixirs he had accumulated during this period, carefully hiding them in the secret compartment behind the stone platform to ensure they were safe.

After doing all this, he sat cross-legged on the stone platform, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to practice the "Boundless Sea of ​​Mind".

It was not until night fell that Lin Xiao slowly opened his eyes.

He stood up and walked to the grass outside the cave. Moonlight streamed down on him like water. He stood tall, his gaze determined. A long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he immediately began to unleash the various martial arts he had learned over the past three years.

His figure was as agile as a swimming dragon, his steps like the wind, his sword shadows flying, and his "Dragon Wandering Across the Seas" body movement was displayed to the fullest. Then, he unleashed his "Overlord Divine Power" and his energy was like thunder, shaking the leaves around him.

He used the "Spirit Sword Stab" move to pierce the void, and then used the "Blue Sky Sword Rain Weaving" move to transform into thousands of sword shadows, which fell one after another, as dense and swift as a curtain of rain. Lin Xiao practiced repeatedly, each move was exquisite, and he did not stop until late at night.

He put the sword into his body, took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and thought to himself: "It's time to learn some new martial arts."

Lin Xiao's gaze turned towards the Sutra Pagoda standing on the mountaintop in the distance. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he murmured to himself, "I haven't seen the Sweeping Monk for a long time. Why not go and pay him a visit?"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and used the "Dragon Wandering Around the Seas" technique, and in the blink of an eye he had arrived at the bottom of the Sutra Pagoda.

He looked up, but was surprised to find that the window that was always open was now closed. He frowned slightly and jumped without hesitation, landing on the edge of the sixth floor of the tower.

He reached out and knocked gently on the window, trying to attract the attention of the sweeping monk inside.

However, there was silence inside, no response. Lin Xiao suddenly felt a little uneasy, and then he urged his true energy, suddenly pushed open the window, and jumped into the tower in a flash.

The tower is still filled with the familiar piles of books, and the air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

However, the sweeping monk who usually read with his head down was nowhere to be seen.

Lin Xiao looked around but couldn't find any clues. His heart sank, realizing that the situation was not good, but then he thought again, considering the Sweeping Monk's strength, nothing should happen. He decided to find an opportunity to ask the headmaster about the Sweeping Monk's whereabouts tomorrow.

He walked towards the barrier gate in the Sutra Pagoda, pushed it open and entered, but was stunned by the scene before him - the originally messy books and scrolls were now neatly arranged, while the two precious secret skills - "Twin Mirror Images: Martial Arts Reflection" and "Illusionary Body Skills: Imitating Phantom Moves" were missing.

Lin Xiao's brows furrowed in confusion, wondering, "Was it stolen? Or was it taken away by the Sweeping Monk?" He must report this to the Sect Leader tomorrow, no matter what.

At this moment, he was not in a hurry to leave, but turned to the long desks on both sides and began to read the martial arts books.

Finally, a martial arts book called "Sword Dance Fenghua Xuan" caught his attention.

He gently turned the pages of the book and muttered to himself: "The wind rises, the sword flashes, the steps move lightly, and the shadow follows the wind. The body spins, the sword flowers bloom, and it dances gracefully between the clouds and water." A long sword appeared in his hand, the sword light flashed, and Lin Xiao immediately copied the moves in the book. The sword shadows flew, and his body movements were like the wind, showing his agility and elegance.