When hitting someone, don't hit their face; when cursing someone, don't expose their shortcomings.
Qi Long's words had thoroughly enraged all the Shaolin Temple martial artists.
If Xuan Ming had still been weighing various concerns before, wondering whether to take Wu Ming into Shaolin Temple, then there was no need to struggle over it now. They of Shaolin Temple had to protect Wu Ming no matter what!
Qi Long smiled at Xuan Ming. "Abbot Xuan Ming, Wu Ming dared to assassinate Lord Huang Bingcheng. He is now a wanted criminal of our Northwest Circuit, so I ask that you make this convenient and hand him over to me."
Su Zichen directly dropped to his knees and said to Xuan Ming, "Master Xuan Ming, ever since my Wu Family was exterminated by those fiendish Secret Guard brutes, I have harbored the will to die. I fled all this way only because I did not wish to die so worthless a death, nor did I wish to betray the protection shown to me by Hero Guan and the others.
"Enough people have already died along this road, and I have fled enough. If Shaolin Temple is willing to take me in, I am willing to shave my head and enter the monastic life, spending the rest of my days beside the blue lamp and ancient Buddha.
"If Shaolin Temple refuses to shelter me, then I will kill myself rather than fall into the hands of those jackal-like Secret Guard fiends!"
As he spoke, Wu Ming revealed a desolate expression. "I can't escape anymore, and I don't want to keep running."
Seeing Su Zichen's performance, Qi Long sighed inwardly. How had he failed to notice before that this kid was so good at acting?
Qi Long was one of the old hands who