His eyes turned.

Shaolin Pi.

"Abbot, the emperor has sent an envoy to my Shaolin. Please ask the abbot to greet you quickly."

At this time.

In the Shaolin Main Hall, a monk quickly reported to his abbot.

"Emperor of the Emperor?" The abbot was a little confused: "Didn't the court send an envoy to come that day? Why did it come again this time?"

When Dugu and others were plundering the Central Plains martial arts world, the Song Dynasty court summoned all the sects to Shaolin in order to preserve the power of the rivers and lakes to fight against Dugu and others. However, what they did not expect was that the Han Dynasty worship hall would stop when they saw it, and did not continue to kill, which also made them useless efforts.

"Abbot, this time the emperor's envoy was not to meet the abbot, but to meet a sweeping monk in the Zangjian Pavilion." The monk replied respectfully.

"Sweeping Monk?" The abbot's face still remained confused.

Although he was an abbot, he did not know the foundation of Shaolin, and he did not know the great master and powerful man who guarded Shaolin.

"Since it is the will of the emperor, please take him to see him." The abbot said after pondering for a while.

"yes."

.........

Inside the Sutra Pavilion.

There is no noise outside the world, only a kind of indulgence and tranquility that belongs to martial arts.

In this attic, there are martial arts classics that Shaolin has been through hundreds or thousands of years, which is also the foundation of its inheritance.

"Li Chen, your heart is in chaos."

An old monk wearing an ordinary monk's robe said to a young man with hair practicing sitting cross-legged in the Sutra Pavilion.

"Master, my heart cannot be calm. The Han Dynasty slaughtered my Dali and killed my father and uncle. I will never forget this hatred. I want to take revenge." The young man said with hatred on his face.

See this.

Naturally, I knew the identity of this young man, Duan Yu, the former prince of Dali Kingdom.

But now, everything he once had disappeared, and at the moment when the Dali Kingdom was destroyed, everything he had disappeared.

He was originally able to live a peaceful life by relying on his father and uncle, but now he is blinded by hatred.

"Your father sent someone to send you to Shaolin, with the purpose of keeping you away from worldly disasters, and I also gave you the Dharma name to stay away from worldly mortal world, ah, if you live in hatred, you will fall into nothing again." The monk sweeping the floor sighed helplessly.

"How can I forget the hatred of killing my father and the hatred of destroying the country?"

"Please teach me how to become stronger, I want to take revenge."

Duan Yu knelt in front of the sweeping monk with hatred on his face.

"I can't teach you the way to become stronger, but I can only teach you the way to avoid disasters and the way to calm your mind." The monk swept the floor shook his head.

He was originally inaction and regarded worldly struggles as false, and he was unwilling to participate in them at all. Otherwise, with the cultivation of his great master, he would be less than one person and more than ten thousand people in any country.

"Master, can't I take revenge in this life?" Duan Yu's eyes were filled with hatred, and he clenched his fists, extremely unwilling to accept it.

"The great trend of the Han Dynasty has been achieved. Even if you have the power of a great master, it is impossible for one person to fight against a country." The sweeping monk shook his head.

"As long as I can kill the Han Emperor and avenge my father and uncle, I will be willing no matter what the price I pay." Duan Yu's eyes were red, and he still couldn't let go of the hatred.

Just then.

"The monk who sweeping the floor can be here, and the emperor sends an envoy to ask for his visit."

At this time.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, the voice of a monk came.

"Son of Heaven?" The monk sweeping the floor condensed slightly. With a wave of his hand, a strong wind came out, and the door of the Sutra Pavilion opened directly: "Come in."

Then.

Under the guidance of a monk, an official dressed in the Song State government arrived.

"Have you met the master."

When the officials arrived, they did not dare to be arrogant, but bowed to the sweeping monk.

"What did the emperor ask me for a sweeping monk?" asked in confusion.

"Report to the master, the emperor sent a minister to invite the master to the palace. There is something important." The official said respectfully.

Obviously, before coming, Zhao Ji told him that he was facing a great master and must not be rude.

"What's the matter?" The sweeping monk frowned slightly.

"Master, please go and talk about the matter of the ancestor of Sunflower." The officials naturally didn't know what happened, but Zhao Ji explained that the four words "Ancestor of Sunflower must be explained.

really.

After the sweeping monk heard the name of Sunflower Ancestor, his frown suddenly stretched out.

"Okay, you go, I will go to the palace." The sweeping monk waved his hand.

"Thank you, Master."

Hearing the answer, the official breathed a sigh of relief and slowly retreated.

"Master, who is the Ancestor Sunflower?" Duan Yu asked.

"He is the great master of the Song Dynasty's imperial court. He chose a completely different path from me. I escaped from the world and he participated in protecting the country." The sweeping monk shook his head.

"He is a great master, why did he look for a master?" Duan Yu asked.

"I owed him a favor. Maybe this time he asked me to come to me to pay back this favor." said the sweeping monk Youyou. He naturally didn't know that the ancestor Sunflower was injured.

"Master, please take me with you." Duan Yu suddenly asked.

"What are you going to do?" the monk sweeping the floor in confusion.

"I will not avenge my father's revenge, and I, Duan Yu, swear not to be a human being. Since I cannot avenge my revenge alone, I will join forces with the State of Song, destroy the Han, and take revenge." Duan Yu said gritting his teeth.

Because the country destroyed his father's death, his original nature changed drastically and he was completely blinded by hatred.

"Oh, okay."

Seeing Duan Yu so obsessed, the monk sweeping the floor was helpless, but he knew that he could not persuade him, so he could only take Duan Yu to Song State.

A few days later.

The Imperial Palace of the State of Song.

"Ahem...you're finally here."

In the hall, the ancestor Sunflower looked at the sweeping monk who came with joy.

"With your strength, why did you fall into this?" The monk swept the floor frowned slightly and looked at the ancestor of Sunflower in confusion.

"After all, I underestimated the Han Kingdom and prepared to go alone to shake off the Han Kingdom." The ancestor Sunflower had fear in his eyes.

"With your strength, the Han army should not be able to hurt you?" The monk sweeping the floor.

"Yes, I originally thought that I could escape from the Han army with my strength, but I never expected that perhaps the people in the world would not have thought that the Han Emperor who controls power was actually a great master, and he was stronger than me." The ancestor Sunflower said strugglingly, and when he mentioned Liu Xie, the fear in his eyes was even more intense.

"What?" The Han Emperor is the great master?"

Hearing this.

The sweeping monk was no longer calm.

Duan Yu, who was originally determined to take revenge, also became surprised at this moment.

As the ancestor of Sunflower said, the lord of the Han Kingdom today is a great master and powerful person, and no one would believe it.

If I hadn't seen the injuries of the Sunflower Ancestor with my own eyes, even the Sweeping Monk himself might not have believed it.

"The Emperor of Han is a great master? Can I be unable to take revenge in this life?" Duan Yu's eyes were filled with reluctance and hatred.
Chapter completed!