As Qin Sheng and Jiang Zhiwei continued westward, Meng Qi also received an opportunity to temporarily leave Shaolin Temple.
Xuan Bei took the blame for Ananda's Precept-Breaking Saber Art, and Meng Qi narrowly escaped disaster.
Furthermore, because he had rendered merit by stopping Zhenchang from stealing scriptures, he was permitted to enter the Scripture Pavilion and select a Shaolin ultimate art of the move-type to study.
Wrongs were wrongs, merits were merits; the two would not offset each other. Shaolin remained clear in its rewards and punishments—without rules, there could be no order.
And today, Meng Qi, Xuan Bei, and Zhenhui, master and disciples, left Shaolin Temple with their packs on their backs, likewise setting out toward the west.
The mastermind behind Zhenchang's scripture theft was Vajra Temple of the Western Region. Though both were among the Four Buddhist Temples, Vajra Temple and Shaolin had never had a good relationship.
Now that something of such vile nature had happened, Shaolin Temple naturally had to demand an explanation from Vajra Temple. Otherwise, their fellow martial artists might think Shaolin monks were easy to bully!
Xuan Bei was the one sent as an envoy to Vajra Temple this time.
Once they were far from Shaolin Temple, Meng Qi turned back for a look at Lotus Terrace Mountain, his heart brimming with delight.
"I never expected to leave Shaolin in such a way. What a blessing in disguise. Later, I'll see whether I can find a chance to get out of Master and Junior Brother's sight. If I can escape, I'll be completely free.
Meng Qi wanted to return to secular life more than anything; one could say he dreamed of it.
"I heard from Brother Qin that he's also heading west to travel. I wonder whether he'll be going to the Western