There were many members gathered in the Emei Sect Hall, and the atmosphere was solemn and strict.

Xiao Zhining knelt on the ground, with a sad expression on her pretty face. She obviously did not get out of Lin Yang's injury. She was extremely sad and was being scolded by her master Xuan Jing.

"Bitch, as a disciple of Emei, you are sad for that bastard Lin Yang and want to protect him. You are making a fool of yourself in front of many members of the sect. You have lost all the face of this leader. It's really hateful."

Xiao Zhining kept silent and let her master scold her, her head hanging down very low, as if it was so low that it was in the dust.

Jiang Jing and other senior sisters looked at each other gloatingly, with contempt on their faces, feeling that this girl was short of a string. She knew that her master hated Lin Yang and wanted to protect the other party, but who wouldn't scold you?

In their opinion, Jiang Wanling was very wise in comparison. She almost killed Lin Yang with one sword and would definitely win the favor of her master.

As expected, Master Xuan Jing said again: "The good and evil have been incompatible since ancient times. Regarding this, your senior sister Wanling is very obedient and can see it thoroughly. She swung her sword to cut off the love thread, causing the beast Lin Yang to suffer a severe blow, which is worthy of commendation."

Jiang Wanling's face was pale and blood-colored, and she was extremely haggard. Her master's words made her feel harsh. She had never hated Lin Yang. She had completely stabbed the other party in a mistake. She felt very regretful. It was a pity that it was too late to regret it.

Xiao Zhining whispered, "I know my mistake, I am going to go back to Yunhai's house and reflect thoroughly. I also ask my master to allow me to leave Emei..." Unexpectedly, Master Xuan Jing refused, "You are not allowed to leave, do you think I don't know what you are thinking yet, and I must go and find that boy Lin Yang.

Please tell me, without my permission, if you dare to go down the mountain privately, you will be a traitor to Emei. At that time, don’t blame your teacher for being ruthless and clean up the portal.”

Xiao Zhining's body trembled and said helplessly: "Disciple obeys the order, I know what to do."

"Then get up."

Master Xuanjing no longer looked at this disciple whom he once loved, and even felt a little disgusted, and said, "Wanling performed well at the martial arts conference. The head of the sect has now officially announced that as my successor, she will be the young leader of the Emei Sect in the future. She can exercise the power of the head on my behalf. You must obey her instructions."

Many Emei members were shocked. Unexpectedly, the head of the sect made such a decision directly. Especially Jiang Jing and other disciples with more experienced knowledge were even more jealous and secretly hated them.

Jiang Wanling was stunned and said hurriedly: "The disciple is talented and knowledgeable, so he dare not take on this important task. He also asked the master to take back his life."

Master Xuan Jing looked over with admiration and did not hide his inner love. "You don't have to be humble. I believe in my own vision. Only you can carry forward Emei and keep working hard."

Seeing that he could not refuse, Jiang Wanling had no choice but to express his opinion: "Disciples will be diligent in self-discipline, strive for progress, and live up to the master's high expectations."

Master Xuan Jing said with relief: "It's very good, Emei will depend on you in the future.

Everyone is very tired, so let's take a rest."

Many disciples of the Emei Sect had a good impression of Jiang Wanling. When they saw the leader leaving, they jumped around and congratulated each other.

The hall was filled with laughter and joy, which slightly diluted the sadness in Wanling's heart. However, after returning to the room, she couldn't help but burst into tears and couldn't sleep all night.

That night, Xiao Zhining quietly left Emei regardless of his master's strict warning, booked a plane ticket and flew directly to Dali. For Lin Yang, she completely took the initiative.

This girl was very smart. She heard about it on the stadium that day that the old man who took Lin Yang away was the Six-Meridian Sword. She thought of the royal family of the Duan clan of Dali and resolutely decided to go and find Lin Yang.

...In the early morning, the bright sunshine shone on the dilapidated Zen room. Lin Yang lay on the bed made of the door panel, opened his eyes, his eyes were blank, and he felt the severe pain from the wound, and screamed.

On the bench was a tall monk with a slim figure named Zihuan, who was responsible for taking care of Lin Yang. He waited here all night and was sleepy and tired. At this moment, he lay on the table and napping. When he heard the sound, he quickly raised his head and revealed his bitter face.

"Ah... are you awake?"

He shouted happily, and Monk Zihuan stood up and came closer, looking at him with concern.

What caught my eye was a bald monk, who was in his thirties. Lin Yang became more and more confused and asked in confusion, "Aren't I dead? Are there monks in hell?"

Monk Zihuan was almost amused and said deliberately: "Of course, the Buddha said, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell?"

But after saying this, I couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, I'm lying to you. In fact, you will definitely die, but in order to save you, the abbot gave up his destiny and Yang Dan, and then he pulled you back from the gate of hell."

"I'm not dead..." Lin Yang looked overjoyed, looked up slightly, and looked subconsciously at the wound. He had been bandaged by bandages. He felt a faint pain, which made him very happy and quickly asked what was going on.

Zihuan asked him to wait patiently, lit the stove and started cooking porridge, then sat on the bench, telling in detail why Lin Yang appeared here, of course, concealed the identity of the monks in the temple as the Duan royal family.

After all, the intelligent master has already explained that some can be said, and some cannot be said.

After learning the details, Lin Yang sighed. Unexpectedly, the monk from Tianlong Temple rescued him, otherwise he would have finished playing completely.

As the saying goes, if you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune! Lin Yang was very excited, but he thought that this sword was stabbed by Wan Ling, so he was sad and depressed.

The porridge in the pot was cooked, and Zihuan poured it into two clay pots. This was each other's breakfast, which was quite good in the temple.

After all, I often eat coarse grains on weekdays, and I often eat pickles with steamed buns, which is very difficult.

Zihuan even beat an egg into the more pot of porridge and swallowed his saliva involuntarily. After all, in Tianlong Temple, eggs are equivalent to luxury goods and I haven't eaten them for several months.

He took the can of porridge and stirred it with a wooden spoon, so that the raw eggs were melted into the white porridge. He smiled and said, "You are hungry. You have been unconscious for several days. The abbot specifically asked me to buy you the eggs... This is a good thing, a big supplement. I put them in the porridge and feed you."

Lin Yang was quite puzzled. When did eggs become rare?

However, when his eyes fell on Zihuan's worn monk's wardrobe with some patches, he suddenly realized that unlike other temples, the monks here are so poor! At this moment, Lin Yang was deeply moved and did not express his gratitude. When my injuries improved, he would repay the monks in Tianlong Temple and let them live a life of food and clothing without worries.

Zihuan fed the egg porridge to Lin Yang. When he found that the boy was still not satisfied, he smiled and gave half of his porridge to Lin Yang, and let the other party eat it again.

The young monk drank the remaining white porridge, let Lin Yang lie down and rest, and quickly left.

After a while, several old monks who learned of the news quickly came over and appeared in the Zen room. They were very happy to see Lin Yang, who was in a little mental state.

After all, he gave up a elixir and saved a young life.

The host Huiya first comforted Lin Yang for a few words, then changed his subject and asked why this boy had mastered the Six-Meridian Sword, his face became solemn and majestic, and his eyes were sharp.

Lin Yang felt his scalp numb, and he did not dare to lie when facing the Taoist monk, so he told the bizarre experience and helped the official arrest a flower-picking thief.
Chapter completed!