On the north side of "Liu Sha Ji", there is a small hill, facing the vast sea. Under the scorching sun and blowing wind, the rocks are gradually exposed, covered with gravel, and in some places, they even show a dark brown color, smooth and hard, giving people a sense of eeriness and fear.

  On the other side of the small mountain, a dark river flows, with trees growing horizontally, overflowing with the breath of spring. At the foot of the mountain, there is a lush green oasis, which is where local herders graze their livestock. It was late afternoon, and they were driving cattle and sheep back home.

  Meng Qi and Zhen Hui followed their master, walking slowly on the mountain path towards a not-so-high peak. As they walked, Meng Qi gathered his thoughts and asked anxiously: "Master, since you told us to be careful of Old Man Crying and his disciples, can you tell us more about their characteristics? At least that way we won't reveal our identities by mistake."

  Master Xuan's eyes dimmed slightly as he nodded gently: "As I was about to tell you, the Crying Old Man is a dark and sinister figure, with deep wrinkles and a fondness for wearing black headscarves and white robes. His most distinctive feature is his eyes, which have double pupils and an unusual shape, making him appear to be crying whether he's smiling or angry. He's power-hungry and prone to sudden mood swings, with a ruthless streak - it's best if you can steer clear of him."

  Zhen Hui's face was filled with excitement as he listened to the Jianghu legend, and Meng Qi was also extremely focused. But unexpectedly, they soon found themselves facing their master's arch-nemesis, who didn't even need to move a finger to kill them with his overwhelming aura alone.

  "The old man who cried had three great disciples, all of whom were masters of the outside scene. The strongest one, 'Tian Huang Shang Ren', has already died at the hands of his master." When Xuan Bei mentioned "Tian Huang Shang Ren", there was still a momentary emotional fluctuation.

  Meng Qi exclaimed in surprise: "Master, are there only three outer sect disciples who came to mourn?"

  Isn't it too little? His power is nothing more than this!

  "Few?" Xuan Bei shook his head, "My Shaolin is one of the strongest sects in the world's martial arts, with over a thousand years of accumulation. The outer disciples are only a few dozen people, and it's already impressive that Old Man Cui has three outer disciples. Moreover, he also has connections with some evil and demonic people, often joining forces."

  Because Shaolin has many high-ranking monks practicing meditation and facing the wall, the exact number of outer scenes has never been clear to outsiders. Xuan Bei didn't want to explain it clearly to Meng Qi, who had not yet awakened, so he simply said "dozens".

  Meng Qi laughed dryly and felt embarrassed again: "Master, what I mean is that Old Man Ku has only three disciples, all of whom are outsiders?"

  He forcibly twisted the meaning back around.

  Xuan Bei didn't expose him: "The old man was cruel and ruthless, any disciple who displeased him would die at his hands. Only the most exceptional ones could survive, and naturally, they were few in number."

  "It's like that." Meng Qi listened and felt a little relieved, fortunately, he crossed into Shaolin, if at that time the soul was attached to one of the crying old man's disciples, it's likely that they would have suffered greatly and their spirit would have dispersed.

  "Master, it's so scary to see the old man cry..." Dumbfounded Zhen Hui was startled, he had always thought that masters being kind to their disciples and older brothers being kind to younger brothers were matters of course. Conversely, disciples being kind to their masters and younger brothers being kind to older brothers were also the same.

  "Hmph, you used to be so self-righteous, but now your three views have been refreshed, haven't they?" Meng Qi muttered.

  Xuan Bei comforted him, saying: "The crying old man is an evil and stubborn heretic, naturally different from my righteous great sect."

  Then he continued, "The two remaining disciples of the Old Man of Tears were Prince Yan Shi Che of 'Hale', and Ze Luo Ju, a notorious outlaw who roamed the vast oceans... both were top-notch experts..."

  He described in detail the appearance and martial arts characteristics of Yan Shiche and Ze Luozhu, so that his disciples could distinguish them. For example, Yan Shiche had golden pupils, a red mole between his eyebrows, and an aura of spirituality. He was over 40 years old but looked like a young man, with a handsome face like a god. Ze Luozhu was good at using the horse knife, had a beard all over his face, and his left eye had been dug out because he had done something that made an old man cry, earning him the nickname "Hankai Evil Knife".

  What is called a top-notch expert is a title standard given by the Da Jin imperial family when they were in charge of the Tian Di Ren Bang, and since it has incorporated many conventional things, many people use it.

  After the foreign scene, you need to cross three heavenly ladders. Therefore, every three layers of heaven will have a qualitative change once and for all. Once through, the strength is far stronger than before. It is the boundary that presses people. Among them, the outer scenes of seven, eight, and nine heavens are collectively referred to as "Zongshi". Compared with Duan Xiangfei and Cui Xiao's "Zongshi", they are completely different from the heavenly abyss. The strong ones in the fourth, fifth, and sixth layers of heaven are called "Jueding Gaoshou", and the first, second, and third layers are "Yiliu Gaoshou".

  Beyond the peak of external scenery, there is another realm, called Half-Step Fa Xin, which also belongs to qualitative change and is known as "Great Master". Half-step external scenery is considered a "second-rate master".

  Nine orifices open is "three flows", six orifices, seven orifices, eight orifices are "four flows", two orifices, four orifices are "ordinary".

  Below, the amount of internal energy stored is called "nine streams or not entering the stream". When Meng Qi exchanged his iron shirt at first, Jiang Zhi would joke that he was a high-handed person who didn't enter the stream.

  While listening, Meng Qi carefully noted down the characteristics of Yan Shi Che and Ze Luo Ju in order to avoid them ahead of time.

  After mentioning Yan Shi Che and Ze Luo Ju, Xuan Bei continued: "The disciples of Lao Ren were also killed by him, leaving only a dozen or so. Among them, the two strongest ones are two nine-orifices-opened fierce men. One is Yu Rou Duo, the leader of He Lian Shan's seventy-two bandits, 'Li Di Yan Luo'. The other is the lone great thief 'Bai Tou Tu Jiu' An Guo Xie..."

  He introduced the remaining seventeen or eighteen open-minded disciples, focusing on their physical characteristics. For example, "Li Di Yan Luo" had a thick and honest appearance, resembling an old farmer, with a thumb-sized black mole at the corner of his eyebrow. "Bai Tou Tu Ji" was a young man with white hair, only in his thirties, but already with a head full of white hair. He was ruthless in his actions and especially loved to torture others...

  The timing of the tragic moment was very precise, and as soon as he finished speaking, they arrived at the summit, where there were many withered trees standing upright.

  He sighed with a sorrowful expression, stopping in front of a twisted tree that resembled a dragon, and said in a low voice: "My two young sons are buried here. If they hadn't died, they would be as big as you now."

  The atmosphere suddenly became sad and depressing, Meng Qi and Zhen Hui couldn't say anything, they could only silently accompany their master in grief.

  After a long while, Xuān Bēi suddenly spoke up and said with self-mockery: "Today, the master is absent-minded. I forgot to buy incense and candles to bring here, and also forgot to bring the handwritten 'Prajna Paramita Sutra' to burn at this place. Zhēn Dìng, Zhēn Huì, you two go back to the inn to fetch the 'Prajna Paramita Sutra', and on your way, buy some incense and candles."

  "Yes, Master." Meng Qi thought that his master wasn't someone who emphasized these formalities too much, but since they were burying his two young sons here after all, it was a special occasion, so he suppressed his doubts and agreed immediately.

  Down from the mountain and back in Liusha Village, Meng Qi's mind suddenly became active. Isn't this a great opportunity to escape?

  The master is far away on the mountain, and because of sweeping the grave, his mind is not guarded. As long as he can get rid of his younger brother, he can fly high!

  "Little brother, let's split up. You go back to the guest house and get the Prajna Paramita Sutra, I'll go buy incense and candles." Meng Qi thought and acted immediately.

  Although he felt a bit sorry for his master by taking advantage of this opportunity to escape, it was too good to pass up!

  Zhen Hui didn't suspect anything, smiled and nodded, then ran into the inn. Meng Qi looked at his back, sighed, and quickly walked towards the outside of the village in another direction.

  …………

  Mountain top, wind is cold.

  Xuan Bei gazed at the withered tree in front of him, and somehow a string of Buddhist beads had appeared in his hand.

  This is a string of dark golden Buddha beads, interspersed with three pure black beads.

  "I didn't think you'd go out of your way to come here and kill me." He said calmly.

  "I've always had a score to settle, and as soon as I recovered from my injuries, I knew you'd be heading to the Golden Temple, so I waited for you here. You were bound to come." Behind the tree stood an old man with a hunched back, seemingly having been standing there all along.

  He wore a black scarf on his head and a white robe on his body. Each of his eyes had two pupils, with the outer corners drooping down as if crying.

  Xuan Bei said calmly: "Crying Old Man, you guessed it very accurately."

  "Do you think that by sparing your two disciples, they will be able to survive? Although I'm too lazy to bother with them, there are a few younger generations waiting below." The old man coughed twice, like a frail and feeble elder.

  His disciples were busy with the affairs of "Halle" and the boundless sea, so they couldn't get away from their duties, therefore he only brought a few grand-disciples.

  Xuan Bei's expression remained as cold as a dead man's: "If we don't open up a path for them, under the aftershocks of our battle, their corpses will be left with no place to rest, and below, they still have a thread of life."

  He was inferior in terms of boundary, and cried out in grief for the old man. He himself did not fear fighting, but he had no power to protect his disciples from being affected by the aftermath.

  "You're referring to Jiu Niang? Hmph, I reckon she wouldn't dare! The old man's wails grew louder, and with a raise of his right hand, dark specters emerged from all directions, their mournful cries sending shivers down one's spine and causing the soul to tremble. Those whose strength was slightly inferior would immediately have their souls snatched away."

  …………

  Meng Qi was about to head towards the outer area when he suddenly discovered that on the other side of the vast ocean, countless whirlwinds were rising up, covering an area of hundreds of miles, with flying sand and rolling rocks rushing towards the top of a small mountain peak.

  The oasis at the foot of the mountain withered instantly, and the cow and sheep herders stood still one by one, dehydrated, as if they were mummies.

  Far away in the distance, Meng Qi still saw the earth crack inch by inch, as if it were a disaster from heaven!