Are you kidding me? Meng Qi muttered to himself, standing up straight and sternly: "Master Fangzhang, do you think we are cowards who fear death?"

  "Amitabha, the old monk didn't mean it that way, several donors have injuries on their bodies..." Xin Ji still wanted to persuade everyone to leave, but he couldn't say that Shaolin had decided to abandon this foundation, and defending was useless. That would easily be discovered by Duo Er, who would launch a fierce attack with her injuries, leaving the monks no time to retreat.

  "Master Fangzhang, are you looking down on us wounded and useless ones?" Meng Qi's face was full of righteous indignation, skillfully distorting Heart Tranquility's meaning.

  At this time, the first elders of Shaolin Temple all rushed to Xinji's back, preventing Meng Qi and others from suddenly launching a sneak attack.

  Upon hearing Meng Qi's words, the monks who claimed to be orthodox naturally wouldn't say outright that they were indeed useless. They hemmed and hawed, but no one responded.

  "The old monk is seriously injured, and Jiang Shizhu and Zhang Shizhu are also in the same condition. But Duer's foundation has not been damaged at all. This battle is really a desperate hope. You masters are not my Shaolin disciples, why do you want to waste your lives, stay in Shaolin, and do this jade stone burning thing? Even if there are such determined monks in Shaolin, they are extremely rare, because it's really meaningless. I'm afraid only old monks like me who are about to pass away would be willing to give up this smelly skin bag."

  "Why don't you all stay and keep your useful bodies for the future?"

  Only the old monk wants to die defending Shaolin, others may escape. What heroism are you unrelated strangers showing off, what madness is this?

  Meng Qi took a step forward, clasped his hands together in reverence, and solemnly chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, death can be lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai. We are sacrificing our lives for justice, and today is that day!"

  Including Xinji, all the monks were stunned, they had never seen anyone who would sacrifice themselves for the sake of saving others!

  And most importantly, we don't even want you to save us!

  Meng Qi finished speaking, and suddenly felt that "Amitabha" didn't quite match the passionate words that followed, but he immediately comforted himself, anyway, this year's popular style is not right!

  Seeing the monks stunned, Meng Qi raised his head and made a heroic declaration: "Today's matter is not whether Shaolin wants to save or not, but it is for us to demonstrate to the world that there are still people who are willing to die generously!"

  Jiang Zhiwei raised her hand to cover her mouth, suppressing a smile, and a faint blush appeared on her pale face. Qi Zhengyan's mouth twitched slightly as he secretly congratulated himself on not talking much with Meng Qi...

  He quietly observed Zhang Yishan and Jiang Qimiao, who were hastily taking medicine to stabilize their injuries, and sighed: "Zhang Donor and Jiang Donor's injuries are severe. At this time, it's difficult to break through the Iron Armor Army's blockade when going down the mountain. Let's enter the temple and wait for an opportunity instead. De Kong, quickly go get some Xiao Huan Dan for the donors."

  "A few donors, after entering the temple, would you please guard the back mountain to prevent barbarian masters from climbing in?"

  He arranged for Meng Qi and others to be in a quiet back mountain where no one would come to attack, also avoiding the secret passage for evacuation within the temple.

  "Thank you, Master Fangzhang." Meng Qi let out a silent sigh of relief. This was the most ideal development!

  …………

  "Honzon, is that little saman's head ailing?" Returning to the Da Xiong Treasure Hall, Xin Chan spoke somewhat irritably, "Why did you keep them behind?"

  His face was originally calm and waiting to speak, but suddenly it turned golden, then snowy white, changing continuously several times before finally stabilizing, yet looking as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

  "Master, is everything all right?" his disciple asked anxiously.

  "It's not fatal yet." Xin Jiping said calmly, "Fortunately, Duer Cha was scared off earlier and we have some time to catch our breath." His injuries seemed to be getting worse.

  He turned his head to look at Xin Chan: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Zhang and Duo Er were indeed fighting with all their might when they checked the hand, not a spy. The old monk observed that their intentions were very firm, if he didn't let them enter the temple, he was afraid that they would die on the mountain road, so he let them go to guard the back mountain, in order to repay this kindness and resolve the cause and effect."

  "Besides the Sharira Tower, there's no other important place in the back mountain. Don't worry about Duan Chai's people sneaking up on us. Wait until the disciples have retreated through the secret passage and then inform them of the truth, letting them leave from the secret passage as well. If Duan Chai arrives early to attack, judging by the situation in the back mountain, they should be able to hold out until the end. By that time, things will already be beyond salvation, so I suppose they won't continue to fight to the death..."

  Xin Jie said with a somewhat uncertain tone, earlier Meng Qi's "generous and passionate" had left a deep impression on him.

  Xin Chan's face sank as he said, "Oak-headed fool, it seems there is no solution. Fangzhang, the secret manual and elixirs have been packed with the important items, shall we arrange for the disciples to withdraw now?"

  "Hmm." Xin Jie nodded slightly and turned back to gaze at the golden Buddha statue, his expression becoming calm and serene.

  …………

  "Finally entered the temple." On the way to the back mountain, Meng Qi sighed and thought it was good that his "acting skills" were not bad.

  Jiang Zhi walked slowly, but there was no confusion or sadness on his face. He smiled lightly and said, "I wonder how Master Xinjie and other high monks will view you, a little monk?"

  Retarded children are happy... Meng Qi silently scolded himself for a moment. If it weren't for the pressure of the task, would I be willing to do this?

  Then he said with a straight face: "It must be that my chivalrous spirit and sense of justice have shaken the heavens, all that's missing is for him to surrender."

  "Just now, I saw little monk you so serious and solemnly saying those twisted words, I just, I wanted to laugh, haha……" Jiang Zhiwei couldn't hold it in anymore, burst out laughing, but as she laughed, her voice suddenly stopped, and a hint of pain appeared on her face.

  "Jiang sister, how's your injury?" Meng Qi asked with concern.

  "Even if I open up the four orifices, with my current cultivation level, using 'Sword Out Without Me' is still difficult. After one sword strike, although I haven't exhausted my strength, I only have three-tenths of my original power left. Afterwards, I was also injured by Duer's probing attack, and in ten breaths, not even a single breath will be left. Within half a day, I estimate that I can only rely on my sword techniques to deal with the Iron Armor Soldiers."

  She described it in great detail, because if her companions misjudged their own strength, when the enemy came to attack, strategic problems would easily arise.

  "What about Brother Zhang?" Qi Zhengyan looked at Zhang Yuanshan's slightly sunken chest.

  Zhang Yuanshan bitterly smiled and said, "Fortunately, I brought some medicine this time, and with the help of Shaolin's Xiaohuandan, otherwise it would be difficult to move around. Hehe, now even dealing with Iron Armor Soldiers is a struggle."

  Wang Jin followed the crowd, but didn't say a word, his eyes wandering and sizing up the temple's Buddha hall and the roads they passed by.

  As he walked, Meng Qi suddenly froze, because the mountain in front of him was exactly the same as the one behind Shaolin Temple! Even the stupa was identical!

  No way, it's come to this... Meng Qi felt a chill run down his spine for no reason.

  "Really?" Jiang Zhi noticed Meng Qi's abnormality.

  Meng Qi nodded and said seriously: "Although I've only been to the back mountain once, it's indeed exactly the same as here."

  Won't there be some kind of evil spirits or monsters suppressing this place?

  Hmph, it shouldn't be possible. With this world's power hierarchy, if there were demons or monsters, they would have already taken over the world...

  The two of them spoke in extremely hushed tones, for fear of being overheard by the young monk leading the way ahead.

  After walking for a while, Xiao Shami stopped and solemnly put his hands together: "All donors are guarding here, after passing the road in front is the relic pagoda of the back mountain, it's not convenient for outsiders to enter."

  Meng Qi suddenly had a feeling of being in a dream, because the place he was staying was exactly where he had been guarding himself a few days ago!

  Two cliffs stand opposite each other, squeezing out a narrow road, with dense forests on both sides ahead.

  "Is it a coincidence, or is there some hidden connection...". At this time, Meng Qi knew without looking that the forest on both sides seemed endless, but in fact, walking a few more steps would reveal the cliff.

  He was thinking about his worries with surprise and doubt, while others listened to Xia Shami's introduction to the surrounding terrain, convenient for the final withdrawal.

  Kosami seems to have received instructions from above and is explaining the terrain in exceptional detail.

  "Huh, didn't mention the secret path on the cliff? No, thinking too much, this world doesn't have demons and monsters, who would open up that secret path? The Shaolin of the two worlds are still different after all, after all this is Mount Shao Hua, not Lotus Platform Mountain..." Meng Qi listened and suddenly thought of the secret path that came out of "Zhen Guan".

  "Zi Shixiong, Xiao Heshang, I'll leave it to you two for now." After Xiaosha Mi left, Jiang Zhiwei took out a thumb-sized white jade bottle with sheep fat, poured out a bright red dan medicine, and took it together with the small still dan. She then sat down to meditate and regulate her breath, recovering from her injuries.

  Zhang Yuanshan's injuries were even more severe, and he couldn't care about Wang Jin beside him, so he sat down directly to adjust his breath.

  Wang Jin silently watched them for a while, then looked at Meng Qi's vigilant face, walked to the side, closed his eyes and sat down, seemingly recovering his spirit.

  Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan took turns keeping watch. After about half a time, a faint hubbub suddenly came from afar.

  "Is Duo'er Cha coming again?" Meng Qi raised his head to look towards the temple direction, and indeed saw that there were dark clouds gathering, silver snakes dancing wildly, and flames rising in some areas, with thick smoke rolling.

  He subconsciously gripped his knife tightly, waiting for the start of the final battle.

  At this time, Wang Jin suddenly stood up and rushed towards Shaolin without saying goodbye to Meng Qi and others.

  "What does he want to do?" Meng Qi asked in surprise.

  "Never mind him, staying behind would be a thorn in our backs."

  Wang Jin was as swift as a galloping horse, with a hint of excitement in his heart. He came from humble beginnings and all the martial arts he had acquired were ordinary. It wasn't easy for him to reach this breakthrough, making him a high-ranking master. However, thinking about going further, he lacked the secret manual for this realm. So, for him, the Wheel of Rebirth was an opportunity, and now was also an opportunity!

  Although this Shaolin is far inferior to the real Shaolin, from Xin Jing Fangzhang's body, it can be seen that their martial arts directly point to the external scene, without lacking in condensing meridians and acupoints, and the steps of opening the sky and giving birth to nine orifices!

  It's now the time of Shaolin Temple's chaos, capturing a head or elder to interrogate about the secret book, no one will find out, they will only think it was done by Duan Yu and his gang.

  Anyway, the task is just to guard Shaolin, it didn't say can't harm the Shaolin monks!

  "Maybe he wants to take advantage of the chaos..." Meng Qi said casually, watching Wang Jin's back.

  Suddenly, a burst of silver light shot out from the forest beside him, so fast that it was hard to imagine, and directly hit Wang Jin.

  The sound of rain hitting the banana leaves came, and Wang Jin's body was covered with small streams of fresh blood, as if a water sac had been pierced. Then, he fell to the ground with a hint of joy still on his face.

  "Wasted my Stormy Pear Blossom Needle... But who let the Great General not let go of one, huh? You dare to blind one eye of the Great General!" A young man with a sword-shaped eyebrow and starry eyes walked out of the forest, smiling, and threw the black tube on the ground, bowing his hands politely, "I am Tang Shun, alias 'Palm Universe', here to send you to meet the Western Heavenly Buddha, Namu Amitabha."