When Wan Lin heard the reasonable words of the teacher, Jingheng, he clasped his fists and said, "Wan Lin, thank you for understanding. As long as you have the chance in the future, I will let Jingheng come back to see you and the two senior brothers. This time I am really helpless. You always know that we are a unit ready to perform special tasks at any time, and we must let the wounded recover as soon as possible."

Master Changtian looked at Wan Lin and waved his hand. He took a deep breath and asked, "Donor Wan, I know you are all troops ready to serve the country at any time. Donors don't need to apologize. I understand you. This time, you specially brought Jingheng back when many donors were injured. I am already very grateful!"

The old master said, and then asked, "You just said that Master Tianjue is in your grandfather's place. Donor Wanlin is a martial arts master. The friends around you must be the descendant of a famous sect. Master Tianjue should be a martial artist in my Buddhism, but why haven't I heard of the name of Tianjue?"

Wan Lin lowered his hands and replied, "Tianjue Master Taiyuan is a disciple of Xuanxu Temple. He left Xuanxu Temple because of emotional problems. Later, he converted to Buddhism in Jueqing Temple and rarely appeared outside, so you may have never heard of this senior."

"Xuxu Temple?" A light appeared in the eyes of Master Changtian and shouted in a low voice. He followed Wan Lin and asked, "Is it the Xuanxu Temple that once famous for his medical skills and cold skills?"

"Yes, have you heard of this sect?" Wan Lin asked in surprise. He knew that Xuanxu Temple was like his Wan family, and had been living in seclusion in the mountains. Few people who practice martial arts now know this sect.

Master Changtian laughed when he heard Wan Lin’s question: “Haha, I have been studying martial arts all my life and know all the martial arts sects in our Chinese martial arts world. I still know everything about your Wan family and Xuanxu Temple.”

He followed Wan Lin and asked with some doubts: "However, there have been rumors in the world that the two unique skills of Xuanxu Temple's light skills and Hangong were lost a hundred years ago. Could it be that this Tianjue Master is really the successor of Xuanxu Temple's martial arts?"

"That's a misunderstanding. Xuanxu Temple has always lived in seclusion in the mountains of our hometown. The owner of Xuanxu Temple and my grandfather are friends, and there were still contacts in the previous stage." Wan Lin waved his hand and replied.

Master Changtian heard Wan Lin's answer and asked in surprise: "The master of Xuanxu Temple is also with the donor of Old Wan?" Wan Lin replied with a sad expression: "In the previous stage, Master Xuwu, the master of Xuanxu Temple, suddenly became transformed by a change, and Xuanxu Temple no longer exists!"

Master Changtian was shocked: "What? Didn't you say that the Xuanxu Temple is still there? Why doesn't even Xuanxu Temple exist anymore? Didn't the Xuanxu Temple's unique skills be left behind? Is this a misunderstanding?"

Seeing the old mage's anxious look, Wan Lin shook his head and replied: "It's not a misinformation! There was an accident in Xuanxu Temple at that time. My grandfather was thousands of miles away and suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition. He immediately took me to Xuanxu Temple in shock. We finally arrived at Xuanxu Temple before the Taoist Master Xuwu became eternal."

He then told Master Changtian in detail about the situation at that time. After hearing about Master Xuwu being assassinated by his disciples, Master Changtian opened his eyes wide open, and his right palm with a big palm fan suddenly raised and was about to slap the coffee table. The old oil lamp on the coffee table was all in the true energy that suddenly gushed out of the old senior, and suddenly flashed a few times, and the dim Zen room suddenly became bright at this time.

The old mage raised his right palm in a rage and was about to slap it hard, but he then looked at the little disciple and the tiger sleeping soundly, and slowly lowered his right palm.

The old man took a deep breath and said with a sigh: "Oh, I didn't expect that a generation of heroes like Master Xuwu would die in the hands of his disciples as rumored that they were not human, and that they would die in the hands of his disciples. This is simply sad and lamentable!"

He then looked at Wan Lin and whispered angrily: "Grandma, where is that little bastard now? We martial artists must not let such a martial arts scum continue to harm the world!" At this moment, the monk's robe on Master Changtian's body had already bulged outwards, and a strong murderous aura was emitting!

Seeing the old senior's indignation, Wan Lin whispered: "Before the eternal transformation, Master Xuwu specially entrusted me to handle two things for him. One was to clear the portal for Xuanxu Temple to prevent the rebellious disciple from continuing to rely on Xuanxu Temple's martial arts to harm the world; the second was to entrust my grandfather and my grandfather to find reliable successors for Xuanxu Temple, and to avoid the loss of the two unique skills of Xuanxu Temple's martial arts and medical skills."

"Where is that bastard now? Tell me the place, I will take Jingkong and Jingxin out of the mountain to clear the portal for Xuanxu Temple and eradicate the scum in the martial arts world!" Master Changtian shouted impatiently with his two ring eyes.

Wan Lin quickly waved his hand and replied, "Don't bother with the old senior. That rebellious disciple from Xuanxu Temple has been killed by me with the martial arts of Xuanxu Temple! I have comforted Master Xuwu's spirit in the sky."

When Master Changtian heard Wan Lin’s answer, he let out a long sigh and said, “Okay! Master Xuwu entrusted him to be a human being. Since ancient times, people from the Wan family have made a promise. You have indeed fulfilled your promise to the Xuanxu Temple.”

As he said that, the old man lowered his head and was silent for a moment. He followed the light in his eyes and asked, "By the way, aren't Xuanxu Temple and Taoist Master Xuwu no longer there, but how do you find the successor for Taoist Master Xuwu? Could it be that the two unique skills of Xuanxu Temple have not been lost with Taoist Master Xuwu's feathering?"

"Yes." Wan Lin replied quickly. He then picked up the teapot and bowed to the tea bowl in front of Master Changtian, then put down the teapot and continued: "You are right! My grandfather and Taoist Master Xuwu were friends when they were young. They had long taught their own internal skills and mental methods on their backs, and were unfamiliar with each other's martial arts."

"Before the Taoist Master Xuwu had already handed over the martial arts secrets and medical skills of Xuanxu Temple to my grandfather, and he also passed on the internal skills he had practiced throughout his life to his younger generations, so the unique skills of Xuanxu Temple have not been lost, so don't worry."

Master Changtian nodded, then picked up the tea bowl and said in contemplation: "Yes, when you came last time, I already knew that Donor Wan Xiao had a profound cold skill. This should be the cold skill of Xuanxu Temple, right?"

When Wan Lin heard the old master mentioning the last incident, he quickly stood up and bowed with his hands and said, "Yes, the cold skill on my body is the skill passed down to me by Taoist Master Xuwu before the transformation of the feather. My grandfather told me that the cold skill on my body is the martial arts of Xuanxu Temple. Before the critical moment of life and death, my disciples of the Wan family strictly prohibit using the martial arts of Xuanxu Temple."
Chapter completed!