Little Meng, Expelled from Shaolin

"Evil Ridge had indeed been destroyed!"

Three days later, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, like an old farmer, set foot on Evil Ridge.

This man was another notorious bandit under Crying Old Man, as famous as the "White-headed Vulture," An Guoxie. He was the leader of the Seventy-two Bandits of Helian Mountain, the "Standing Yama," You Huanduo.

"The Ice River Swordsman was actually this formidable?"

Upon reaching the stronghold's main hall and seeing the palace that had still not frozen over, as well as Ze Luoju frozen into an ice sculpture, Standing Yama sharply drew in a breath.

"Of our branch, I am the only one left now. Repaying vengeance is our tradition. This matter... is not over."

Standing Yama You Huanduo raised his head, his face twisted viciously. "I cannot deal with the Ice River Swordsman and Gu Changqing. But Shaolin Zhending, the Mad Monk Saber Thunder... Hmph. A monk who killed like slaughtering hemp had already broken his precepts."

A gentleman could be deceived through propriety.

Since Shaolin monks abstained from killing and Zhending had broken the precepts, there was room to make use of that.

Thus, under You Huanduo's deliberate spread of rumors, Shaolin Zhending, the Mad Monk Saber Thunder, gained a resounding reputation for hating evil and killing like slaughtering hemp.

"Master?"

As Little Meng and the little monk Zhen Hui rode hard toward Liusha Market, intending to return to the Central Plains by the same route, they suddenly saw a middle-aged monk standing atop a small hill ahead. He wore a yellow monastic robe and a bright red kasaya.

This man was the master of Little Meng and Zhen Hui, Master Xuan Ci.

"It was good that you were both unharmed."

With a flicker of his figure, Xuan Ci swept down from the