Disaster was upon him! Death was imminent!
Qin Sheng's words struck Meng Qi like a thunderbolt, leaving him completely frozen and at a loss.
"What do you mean?" Meng Qi asked in great confusion.
"Zhenchang stealing the Yijin Jing had nothing to do with me. You all know best that I couldn't possibly have been his accomplice. On the contrary, I was the hero who stopped Zhenchang from making an even greater mistake.
"So where did this disaster come from?"
This joke wasn't funny at all. I've rendered service to Shaolin, I've shed blood for Shaolin!
They wanted to kill me? Wouldn't that chill the hearts of every Shaolin disciple?
"You were accepted as a disciple by the venerable monk Xuan Bei and taught Shaolin's Golden Bell Shield. Other than that, you never learned any other Shaolin supreme arts."
Qin Sheng reminded Meng Qi, "Everyone in Shaolin Temple knows your circumstances. If you suddenly used Ananda's Precept-Breaking Saber Art, another Shaolin supreme art, how would you explain that?"
"No one saw me use Ananda's Precept-Breaking Saber Art. The only person who knew was Zhenchang, but he committed suicide out of guilt." Though he said that, Meng Qi had already begun to sense that something was wrong.
"Little monk, did you do anything to the wounds you left on Zhenchang?" Jiang Zhiwei spoke as well.
"No. Zhenchang fled immediately after I injured him. Not long afterward, news of his death arrived. I never saw him during that time." Meng Qi shook his head.
Besides, how could Meng Qi, a novice in the martial world and a beginner in Martial Dao, possibly know how to deal with wounds from Ananda's Precept-Breaking Saber Art that carried mental intent?
"Corpses can speak too." Qi Zhengyan wore his zombie face as he delivered those deeply