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Shaoshi Mountain in the Northern Song Dynasty.
The gathering of Shaolin Temple during the Ming, Southern Song, and Northern Song dynasties is a rare spectacle in the history of martial arts circles.
People habitually refer to the Shaolin Temple of the Ming Dynasty as the Shaolin School, the Shaolin Temple of the Southern Song Dynasty as the Southern Shaolin, and the Shaolin Temple of the Northern Song Dynasty as the Northern Shaolin.
In the past, when the three families met, open and covert struggles were inevitable. They would choose between martial arts and Buddhism to determine who was superior.
Unlike now, everything is harmonious.
Besides Shaolin, other sects with similar situations also showed a united attitude.
Chu Yang's appearance brought a rare period of peace to the martial arts world, which had been in turmoil for hundreds of years.
Inside the main hall, heroes gathered.
There were nearly a hundred sects participating in the martial arts tournament alone. The sect leaders were almost all seated, while the core leaders and true disciples could only stand at the entrance and watch.
Abbot Xuanci, as the host, did not sit in the head seat, but gave the seat to a Taoist priest and a martial artist.
The Taoist Zhang Sanfeng, the martial artist Feng Qingyang.
As the only two senior masters who have managed to escape unscathed from "Mr. Chu's" clutches, they are the source of everyone's confidence and can be said to be the reliance of the entire martial arts world.
Even though they were elevated to such a high position, neither of them showed any joy on their faces; instead, they appeared quite helpless.
Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang both knew very well that the reason they hadn't died was simply because Chu Yang wasn't a man of indiscriminate killing. If it had really been a matter of life and death, they might not have survived.
The reason I came to participate in this ridiculous martial arts tournament was simply because I didn't want to see these idiots anger Chu Yang and cause unnecessary bloodshed.
Zhang Sanfeng was a monk, while Feng Qingyang feared that the Huashan Sect would lose its lineage.
The main hall was filled with a great uproar.
The many sect leaders who came to attend the conference were arguing fiercely. It had only just begun, and they had already had a very serious disagreement.
The original intention of convening this martial arts conference was to negotiate with that "Mr. Chu" and hope that he would stop killing the various sects.
Some people, upon seeing such a large and impressive procession, harbored inappropriate thoughts.
Perhaps we should unite and strike down that powerful and ruthless villain?
Suddenly, another opinion emerged in the group, hoping that everyone would take a more forceful stance against "Mr. Chu".
This just proves the old saying true.
The only lesson we can learn from history is that we can learn nothing from history.
Those who suggested attacking Chu Yang had often never interacted with him and their impressions of him were based on hearsay.
Those who truly suffered, whose sects were destroyed and disbanded by Chu Yang, were actually the most enthusiastic supporters of peace talks.
Last time they killed the sect leader; if it happens again, who knows if they'll really wipe out his entire family!
Even a clay Buddha has a temper, let alone a man who acts recklessly and is given the title of "Demon Lord".
Who dares to bet that he still has patience?
Seeing that things were getting out of control, Abbot Xuanci, as the host, looked helplessly at Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting in the head seat.
"Master Zhang, what do you think we should do?"
Zhang Sanfeng turned and exchanged a glance with Feng Qingyang, who nodded slightly.
Then, Zhang Sanfeng got up.
The hall fell silent. Everyone focused their attention on Zhang Sanfeng. Those present were all shrewd individuals; despite their chatter, their attention remained fixed on the two with the highest martial arts prowess.
"Hahaha, everyone, please continue. Don't mind this old Taoist priest!"
Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly and walked straight out of the main hall, completely ignoring the strange looks from the sect leaders.
Yue Buqun quickly walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and stopped the old Taoist priest, "Where are you going, Master Zhang? The conference isn't over yet."
"Hasn't the matter already been settled? Aren't we all going to condemn Mr. Chu and restore order to the world?"
Zhang Sanfeng feigned surprise.
"Although the sect leaders are united in their efforts, we still need the support of the two senior figures—"
Yue Buqun looked embarrassed.
He was able to become the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance because the original leader, Zuo Lengchan, was killed by Chu Yang.
Having just taken office and lacking popular support, Yue Buqun urgently needed to do something to solidify his position as the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance, so he shouted the loudest slogan of attacking Chu Yang.
"support?"
Zhang Sanfeng sneered as he looked around. Among the crowd were many ambitious and treacherous individuals like Yue Buqun, who disregarded the safety of others and only cared about their own reputation in the martial arts world.
"I have lived for over a hundred years, but I still cherish this world. Therefore, I will not go to the Yellow Springs with you all. Next year on this day, I will definitely prepare more paper money for you sect leaders."
After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he waved his Taoist robe, pushed Yue Buqun aside, and strode out of the Great Buddha Hall.
His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's hearts.
Yue Buqun's face turned ashen, and he was speechless.
For a time, all the sects and factions were filled with fear and unease, losing their previous momentum.
Feng Qingyang felt the time was right, so he leaped up and stopped Zhang Sanfeng, who was about to leave, and said in a loud voice to comfort him, "Brother, please calm down. Aren't we still discussing this? They haven't seen how powerful that young man is, so it's understandable that they say a few boastful things."
Zhang Sanfeng nodded, standing still and silently watching them, seemingly waiting for their answer. If they were not satisfied, they would go their separate ways.
The same applies to Feng Qingyang.
At this moment, a novice monk hurriedly pushed through the crowd, and Abbot Xuanci's expression changed when he saw him.
The novice monk was sent by him to contact Chu Yang. His return meant that Chu Yang had arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
"Abbot, Benefactor Chu—he's here!"
Inside and outside the hall, gasps of astonishment rose and fell.
Just hearing this name sent chills down everyone's spine.
The disciples of those sects that had been broken up were terrified and trembled with fear at the mere mention of it.
Seeing their fearful expressions, the disciples from other sects who had never met Chu Yang before suddenly became curious.
Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice, "If you all want to leave the Great Buddha Hall alive today, then heed this old Taoist's advice: don't do anything foolish!"
All the sect leaders, including Yue Buqun, tensed up.
A moment later, a carriage ascended the steps without a slight bump, attracting the attention of disciples from various sects standing in the square.
"The road to Shaoshi Mountain ends at the incense hall below. How did this carriage get up here?"
"Look, the wheels of that carriage are floating!"
"You've been drinking this morning? How could the carriage wheels be floating—damn it, it's true!"
"This is a flying carriage!"
"That red horse doesn't look like an ordinary animal either!"
A kind, honest voice rang out from the crowd, "Master Chef, isn't that my little red horse?"
The blind man, whose eyes were covered with a black cloth, said in a deep voice, "Shut up!"
The blind man's palms and forehead were covered in cold sweat. Last time, this foolish apprentice disappeared inexplicably, and they searched for most of the Southern Song Dynasty. They finally reunited after a long journey, and along the way, he kept mentioning a strange man called "Mr. Chu".
They never dreamed that the Mr. Chu mentioned by their foolish apprentice was the same person as the young scholar in the carriage!
All eyes were on the carriage.
One male and one female.
The man wore a sky-blue scholar's robe, exuding a gentle and refined air, while the woman wore a pale yellow Confucian skirt, looking charming and lovely.
The two were like a divine couple who had stepped out of a painting.
Many people who have never seen Chu Yang's face imagine that the legendary "Demon Lord" would be a fierce-looking man with a face full of scars.
When the main character arrived, the group of people were no longer as tense as before, and instead became as docile as rabbits.
The crowd naturally parted to make way for the carriage.
The carriage stopped at the foot of the steps of the Mahavira Hall.
"What can I say? It's like finding something you've been searching for everywhere without even trying?"
Sitting on the carriage shaft, Chu Yang looked around and saw many familiar faces.
Yue Buqun and the other sect leaders had stiff expressions. "Amitabha, we invited Benefactor Chu here today with the intention of turning hostility into friendship."
Abbot Xuanci stepped forward from the crowd, descended the steps, and walked slowly to the front of the carriage, looking directly at Chu Yang.
"Monk, you're wrong. Whether we can turn hostility into friendship is not up to me. I'm not the aggrieved party."
Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile.
"Alas, then may I ask Benefactor Chu, could you perhaps ask that disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect to step forward and offer a chance for reconciliation?"
Abbot Xuanci stared intently into the carriage with his calm, unwavering eyes.
Huang Rong raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her nose. "Hmph! Old monk, who wants to negotiate with you? If it weren't for wanting a permanent solution, I wouldn't have come to Shaoshi Mountain even if you invited me!"
Both Huang Rong and Chu Yang spoke with the intention of wiping out the entire group from Shaoshi Mountain, which made many people uneasy and whisper among themselves.
Abbot Xuanci also found it troublesome. He originally thought that no matter how domineering Mr. Chu was, he would restrain himself a little when he saw so many fellow martial artists.
Little did he know that the other party's arrogance far exceeded his expectations.
"Hasn't the massacre of your entire family been enough, Benefactor Chu?"
"Old monk, why don't you ask them why they weren't satisfied with just stealing the manual, but had to make things difficult for the women and children of the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
Abbot Xuanci was speechless and could only look to Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang behind him with pleading eyes.
Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward first, laughing heartily, "Fellow Daoist, it's been a long time; you're as dashing as ever."
Chu Yang smiled and nodded, "Master Zhang seems to have made a breakthrough, congratulations."
Zhang Sanfeng rolled up his Taoist robe, bowed and said, "I must thank Fellow Daoist Chu for our discussion that day, which allowed this old Daoist to make further progress."
Chu Yang waved his hand, "Master Zhang, there's no need for polite words. If you're going to stop me today, then show me your true skills. Don't be blunt, this time I won't hold back."
Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "This old Daoist admits that he is no match for Fellow Daoist Chu. Even with Fellow Daoist Feng's help, the outcome would be similar. However, as a monk, this old Daoist still hopes that Fellow Daoist can commit fewer acts of killing."
Feng Qingyang chimed in, "Young friend Chu, Master Zhang and I have no intention of being your enemies. We just hope you can find another way to resolve our hatred."
"I am not the aggrieved party, and it is not my place to resolve the hatred with anyone. However, for the sake of the two of you, I can let Mochou come out."
Chu Yang jumped off the carriage and walked up to the two of them.
These two old men, one provided Chu Yang with Tai Chi, and the other with the Dugu Nine Swords, which can be considered a small favor.
Huang Rong climbed into the carriage, and after a while, she appeared before everyone with Li Mochou.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that as long as someone was willing to come forward, there was a possibility of peace talks.
"Amitabha Buddha~~~"
Abbot Xuanci looked at Li Mochou with a compassionate expression in his eyes. "Esteemed benefactor, I deeply regret the misfortune that has befallen your sect. However, most of the ringleaders have already been executed, leaving only some minor sects. Could you please have mercy and spare their lives?"
"Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda."
Li Mochou gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at the sect leaders behind Yue Buqun. Just seeing their faces brought back a flood of nightmarish memories.
Grandma Sun's tragic death.
Little Dragon Girl was poisoned and rendered mute.
Thinking of this, Li Mochou trembled uncontrollably, her eyes bloodshot, and she said coldly, "Spare their lives? What about me?!"
That day I knelt on the ground, pleading desperately, but Granny Sun still died, my face was still disfigured, and Long'er still became mute...
"Old monk, tell me, who exactly spared us?!"
Li Mochou's shrill voice echoed across Shaoshi Mountain, like a demon from the depths of hell; the deep-seated hatred in her voice chilled those who heard it.
Abbot Xuanci hesitated, unable to meet Li Mochou's resentful gaze. He could only close his eyes and put on a compassionate expression.
"Young lady! Don't be impulsive, we can discuss anything!"
"Lady Li Mochou, please forgive our past transgressions and spare our lives!"
"Yes, yes, Miss Li, just tell us what you need, and we'll definitely find a way to get it for you!"
Cries for mercy rose and fell, and some sect leaders even knelt down and kowtowed frantically. They had already heard Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang's words and no longer held any hope.
Li Mochou sneered, "What I want has never changed from beginning to end, it's your heads."
The sect leaders who begged for mercy looked ashen-faced.
"It seems we can't persuade the aggrieved party, that's a real shame."
Chu Yang shrugged helplessly and turned to Li Mochou, asking, "Let's identify them. We don't want to kill the wrong ones and create an awkward situation."
Li Mochou stretched out her finger and pointed at the people in the main hall. As soon as she pointed, the people around her quickly parted, leaving a vacuum zone.
"There really isn't much left." Chu Yang smiled with satisfaction.
Once this is over, he can go home and get some rest.
Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang both wore wry smiles.
"Enough, enough. The grievances have their perpetrators, and the debts have their debtors. Those who do evil will not live long."
Zhang Sanfeng flicked his whisk, shook his head helplessly, and led the Wudang disciples to prepare for the mountain. Before leaving, he cupped his hands to Chu Yang and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Shaolin. I hope you can show mercy."
Chu Yang laughed and said, "That depends on whether Abbot Xuanci is a person who understands the bigger picture."
Feng Qingyang also led the Huashan Sect to prepare for the summit. Yue Buqun, who had been shouting the loudest at first, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Chu Yang.
"That traitor Xianyu Tong has been killed by you, young friend, and the grudges between us are now settled. I hope you will keep your promise and not cause trouble for my Huashan Sect in the future."
Seemingly afraid of losing face, Feng Qingyang used a secret telepathic communication method, and his tone was very amiable.
Chu Yang nodded.
But just as the two old men were leaving with their respective sects' disciples, a wild, unrestrained laugh suddenly echoed from the roof of the Great Buddha Hall.
"All the heroes of heaven have gathered here, yet they dare to rely on a mere villain of the demonic path to cause trouble. Whether it's Zhang Sanfeng or Feng Qingyang, they are all just fame-seeking scoundrels!"
"If you all don't want this, then join me in defeating this demon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in a gray robe landed in front of Chu Yang. The person was masked, so his face could not be seen. His temples were gray, and he was of a certain age.
His index finger thrust towards Chu Yang's throat with overwhelming force, as swift as wind and thunder.
The unexpected appearance of this strange opponent was something no one had anticipated.
Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang both admitted defeat. Whose subordinate is this Xu, that he is so brave?
Chu Yang was also a little confused.
The person in front of me used the "Finger Finger" move, one of the seventy-two Shaolin arts, but with his full head of white hair, he was clearly not a monk.
His finger strength is swift and his skill is quite profound. If he were in the Shaolin Temple, he would at least be a senior monk of the head rank.
Chu Yang frowned and countered with a palm strike.
He blocked the gray-robed old man's fingers with his palm, then straightened his five fingers, turning them into a "claw" shape, and gripped the gray-robed old man's fingers.
The old man in the gray robe tried to pull away, but found his fingers were clenched tightly and he couldn't break free.
A crisp click.
The old man in the gray robe had two fingers broken off.
This man was ruthless; not only did his broken finger not make a sound, but he also used it to break free from Chu Yang's control.
However, after suffering a silent loss, the old man's gaze toward Chu Yang became increasingly resentful and venomous.
"Who is Ge Ke?"
Abbot Xuanci looked at the gray-robed old man's back and had a sense of familiarity.
"Who I am is unimportant. What matters is that today we must work together to eliminate this demon and uphold justice, and we cannot allow this evil tyrant to continue to run rampant!"
The old man in the gray robe avoided discussing his identity.
"A cowardly urinator who hides his head and shows his tail!"
Zhang Sanfeng stood on the long steps of Shaoshi Mountain, coldly watching the mysterious old man in gray robes.
"Wudang Mountain and Shaolin are known as the pinnacles of the martial arts world, revered by martial arts practitioners during the Three Kingdoms period. Zhang Sanfeng is a divinely ordained master of martial arts. Yet now, with demons running rampant, they sit idly by and watch these sect leaders perish!"
The old man in the gray robe kept sneering, and many people nodded silently in agreement when they heard his words.
They had placed their hopes on Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang, hoping that the two of them could join forces to defeat Chu Yang, but the result was a great disappointment.
The discussion grew louder and louder, even bordering on indignant. Zhang Sanfeng took in their expressions and suddenly felt a sense of frustration, as if he had no way to defend himself.
Unless these people witness Chu Yang's terrifying power firsthand, they will not understand why they are trying so hard to avoid battle.
Feng Qingyang was already tired of the entanglements and folly of the world, so he chose to live in seclusion. These people successfully provoked his anger.
A glimmer of hope arose in his heart.
They eagerly awaited the look on Chu Yang's face as he brought the butcher's knife upon their heads.
Feng Qingyang's lips curled up slightly.
After the old man in gray robes finished his rant, Zhang and Feng became the target of everyone's anger. Suddenly, a handsome young man in fine clothes stepped out from the crowd. He was tall, handsome, and had a dignified bearing.
"I am Murong Fu from Gusu. I was also indignant upon hearing your words, senior, and that's why I couldn't help but speak out!"
Murong Fu cupped his hands in greeting to those around him: "This senior is right. Our martial arts are inferior to this demon's, so we should unite as one to eliminate the demon and protect the righteous path."
"I want to see just how powerful this demon, Shi, is, just because even Zhang Zhenren wouldn't dare to defy his own urine!"
The gray-robed old man laughed loudly, looked around, and said, "You all can just stand by and watch. After I fight this young master Murong, then you can decide whether to fight this demon to the death or grovel before him."
Their actions were seen as extremely bold by others, and many people were already itching to join them in their fight.
Chu Yang had been observing the gray-robed old man until Murong Fu appeared and stood with him, at which point he suddenly realized the man's true identity.
"Murong Bo, that old bastard is quite adept at exploiting loopholes."
"Back then, he fabricated some false information to trick Abbot Xuanci into leading a group of people to intercept and kill Qiao Feng's parents and family. Now he's here inciting these idiots to be my enemies. Humph, it's a real shame he's not involved in pyramid schemes."
Chu Yang shook his head and chuckled.
This statement came out.
Abbot Xuanci and the gray-robed old man's expressions changed drastically at the same time.
Murong Fu was stunned.
The expressions of many people who knew about this old story became quite interesting.
"Murong Bo? That name sounds familiar."
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, lost in thought.
Song Yuanqiao did know this person. He and the other person were not much different in age. When Murong Bo became famous in the martial arts world, he had already been training in the mountains for several years and had a deep impression of him.
Moreover, he had heard some rumors about the past events at Yannan Pass.
Song Yuanqiao walked over to Zhang Sanfeng and whispered a few words to him, and the latter's face showed a knowing look.
On the other side, Abbot Xuanci stared intently at Murong Bo, completely ignoring Chu Yang's presence. His greatest regret in life was the Yanmen Pass massacre of that year.
Back then, Murong Bo used this as a pretext to take all the blame upon himself, but now that Murong Bo is alive and standing in front of him, it is enough to prove that what happened back then was a complete conspiracy!
"Could it be that you are truly the venerable venerable Murong Bo?"
Abbot Xuanci took a deep breath.
Murong Bo ignored Abbot Xuanci, frowned and looked at Chu Yang, thinking to himself, "How did this kid see through my identity?"
"Do you know who Xu is?!"
As the saying goes, even a Vajra has a fierce glare, while a Bodhisattva has a gentle brow. No matter how many years Abbot Xuanci has spent chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha, he still has a bit of temper.
Having hidden his face his whole life, Murong Bo was now exposed, so he gave up on pretending and simply ripped off his mask to reveal his true colors.
Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Murong Fu trembled and exclaimed excitedly, "Father! Is it really him?!"
Murong Bo laughed and hugged Murong Fu.
"Wow, what a loving father and filial son! By the way, where's the other father and son?"
Chu Yang looked around with great interest. The battle between the two pairs of fathers and sons was much more interesting than the martial arts tournament, giving him the feeling of watching a holographic TV series.
"I had my doubts about what happened at Yanmen Pass back then, but since Mr. Murong had no way to verify it, I had no other choice. Now that you are alive and well, it seems that we don't even need to confront each other anymore, right?"
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Abbot Xuanci gripped the staff in his hand tightly.
"That's right! Back then, I deliberately lured Yao and his martial arts experts to ambush that Liao family."
Why?
"Blind Gao, if the Song and Liao continue to maintain friendly relations, when will our Great Yan Kingdom be able to seize the opportunity to rise again and restore its former glory?"
Murong Bo's eyes were bloodshot, and his tone became increasingly incoherent and mad. Restoring the Great Yan was his obsession, and also his inner demon.
Abbot Xuanci was about to ask another question when the crowd erupted in gasps as a tall, imposing man slowly stepped forward.
"It's Qiao Feng!!!"
Murong Bo's expression suddenly hardened.
The main character has arrived.
Murong Fu licked his lips, somewhat tense, but instinctively drew his sword.
His mortal enemies were right in front of him, but Xiao Feng didn't even glance at them. Instead, he walked straight up to Chu Yang, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply.
"When I heard that Mr. Chu had come here, I was afraid that you would join forces with your petty accomplices to attack me, so I came to help you. I never expected to receive another favor from you, and I have no way to repay you."
Everyone was horrified.
Screams rose and fell.
Qiao Feng, the former leader of the Lu Gang, was actually that demon's henchman?
Chu Yang had considered that Xiao Feng might come back to join in the fun, but he didn't expect that the other party was there to help him.
"How is Miss A'Zhu doing these days?"
"Thanks to Mr. Chu, Azhu is doing well. In a few days, she will go to the frontier with me."
"Don't set that flag, it's bad luck."
Xiao Feng: "???"
When Abbot Xuanci, who was confronting Murong Bo, saw Xiao Feng, a look of guilt appeared on his face, and he lowered his head and recited a Buddhist chant.
"These Khitan lackeys and demons are truly in cahoots!"
"Gentlemen, compared to these two, I, a Xianbei, shouldn't be considered much of a threat, right?"
"If we don't eliminate them today, not to mention anything else, how many sects will be able to leave Shaoshi Mountain?"
Murong Bo is still inciting everyone who is hostile to Chu Yang and Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng's idea of helping Chu Yang was good, but he didn't realize that he was also a walking embodiment of hatred.
The mere sight of the two of them standing together was enough to offend almost every sect in the martial arts world of the Three Kingdoms.
As the calls for action grew louder, Murong Bo smiled with satisfaction and walked to Abbot Xuanci's side, whispering, "I urge Abbot to prioritize the greater good."
Abbot Xuanci's gaze was complex, and he remained silent.
Xiao Feng stood before Chu Yang, his entire body surging with energy, fully prepared for the battle.
The two sides were on the verge of exchanging blows.
"Big brother!"
A young man dressed in a long robe, looking like a nobleman, struggled through the crowd and stumbled to Xiao Feng's side.
Xiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Second inquiry?!"
Duan Yu wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a grin, "Don't panic, brother! Xiao Xun is here to lend you a hand!"
After exchanging a few pleasantries, a few more people stepped out from the crowd.
The man at the very front, with an air of grandeur, was none other than Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, while the others were his retainers.
Xiao Feng and Duan Zhengchun exchanged a glance, both with a hint of embarrassment on their faces.
Duan Zhengchun already knew that A'Zhu was his daughter, and that Xiao Feng would most likely become his son-in-law.
Because of A'Zhu, Xiao Feng didn't want Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun to be implicated, so he advised, "Erxun, it's best not to get involved in today's matter. Go back with Prince Duan."
Duan Yu panicked.
Duan Zhengchun reached out and grabbed Duan Yu, shaking his head with a sullen face. The current situation was indeed beyond the reach of the Duan family.
Despite the tense situation, Chu Yang yawned lazily, walked over to Xiao Feng, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't get involved, just go with them."
Xiao Feng was stunned.
He had just said that to Duan Yu.
"Don't put Prince Duan in a difficult position. After all, A'Zhu is his daughter. It's unlikely that he would really stand idly by. If something happens, it will be A'Zhu who suffers the most."
"and--"
"To put it bluntly, even if everyone standing here were my enemy, they would be nothing more than chickens and dogs, utterly vulnerable to me."
The powerful confidence instantly infected Xiao Feng. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist and took a few steps back. Instead of leaving immediately, he stood beside the carriage as a guard.
This was the biggest concession Xiao Feng could make; he could choose not to interfere, but he had to do something to repay the kindness.
Helping Chu Yang take care of Huang Rong and Li Mochou in the carriage is the best option.
"Come on, what are you waiting for? Do you want me to kill them all one by one?"
Chu Yang smiled and waved to Murong Bo and his son, paused for a moment, and then made the same gesture in all directions, causing a deafening uproar.
Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang both had solemn expressions; they sensed the killing intent emanating from Chu Yang.
Excitement flashed in Murong Bo's eyes. If he could lead the heroes to kill Chu Yang and Xiao Feng today, the prestige of him and his son would reach an awe-inspiring level.
With this prestige, the restoration of the Great Yan Kingdom is within reach!
"Gentlemen, follow me and kill!"
Murong Bo roared to the sky and transformed into a gray shadow as he attacked Chu Yang. He decided to fight to the death and leave the fruits of his labor to Murong Fu to inherit!
Crowds surged.
Those sect leaders who knew this was inevitable followed behind Murong Bo, charging towards Chu Yang. Their respective disciples also rushed forward with red eyes.
Two of Murong Bo's fingers were crippled by Chu Yang, leaving him no choice but to use the Weituo Palm technique against him. Chu Yang neither dodged nor evaded, letting Murong Bo's palms strike his body.
dong dong dong.
A dull sound rang out, and Murong Bo felt as if his palms had struck bronze, hard and unyielding. The force of the recoil made his finger bones and arms ache as if they were breaking.
"I thought I'd see something interesting, but it ended up being so boring."
Murong Bo looked up and met Chu Yang's cold eyes, causing his heart to skip a beat.
He turned to leave, but then a terrifying suction force came from behind.
Chu Yang grabbed his neck.
The shadow of death loomed over Murong Bo, who could no longer remain calm. He cried out for help, his hands frantically reaching for the air.
"No! Stop!"
Carbohydrate.
Murong Bo's arm suddenly froze, and then his arm fell limply to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Murong Fu's eyes widened in fury, "Father!!!"
In the blink of an eye, the once arrogant Murong Bo was now dead, startling the sect leaders into stopping in their tracks.
"Stop now, or we'll still be here."
Chu Yang smiled kindly, like the older brother next door.
One sentence was enough to shatter their brief regained rationality, leaving their eyes bloodshot and giving them the air of desperate criminals.
They followed one after another.
More and more people are coming here.
Chu Yang's feet were surrounded by piles of corpses.
"Since you like calling me a demon so much, I have to do something worthy of that title."
Chu Yang spoke truthfully as he killed people.
In the end, no one dared to step forward anymore. In front of the Great Buddha Hall, corpses lay strewn across the field, and blood flowed like a river.
It was unclear whose weapon had fallen to the ground.
A loud crash startled everyone awake.
The remaining sect leaders and disciples dropped their weapons one after another, trembling as they prostrated themselves on the ground, repeatedly kneeling and bowing to Chu Yang.
Chu Yang looked at them indifferently, "Aren't you going to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path anymore?"
They dared not answer, and kept kowtowing, some even with their heads covered in blood, they dared not stop.
Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes in anguish. He tried his best to avoid this scene, but things didn't go as planned.
Feng Qingyang sighed and turned to leave.
Yue Buqun, still shaken, followed behind him.
So close, just a hair's breadth away, the Huashan Sect would have ended up like this group of people—
Linghu Chong carried his unconscious junior sister as he walked slowly, somewhat disoriented.
The scene of Chu Yang killing people kept replaying in his mind. He originally wanted to stop him, but he was held in place by Feng Qingyang and could not move.
Even if I charged forward, wouldn't I just end up like this?
What's the use of practicing swordsmanship to Xu?
Linghu Chong grew increasingly distressed, his expression shifting between pain and despair.
Chu Yang stepped through the pool of blood back to the carriage, looking at Li Mochou and the little dragon girl sleeping in her arms.
"From today onwards, all grudges and grievances between Yao and the Jianghu will be wiped clean."
Li Mochou was already in tears, and nodded vigorously.
Blood flowed like a river in front of the main hall.
Looking at the corpses strewn everywhere, Abbot Xuanci's face was ashen, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
After this battle, Shaolin Temple's reputation will forever be tied to Chu Yang.
Zhang Sanfeng was overcome with grief and silently recited the Taoist Rebirth Sutra.
"Those who do evil will not live long."
Feng Qingyang listened to the scriptures and spoke calmly.
Chu Yang emerged from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his sky-blue robes unstained by a single drop of blood.
He walked to Abbot Xuanci's side, looking at him indifferently, "Although Shaolin did not take action, as the host, we also have a responsibility."
Abbot Xuanci smiled bitterly and said, "As the sect leader, am I allowed to come alone?"
Chu Yang shook his head and pointed to Xiao Feng beside the carriage, "Your life belongs to him."
Xiao Feng strode up to Abbot Xuanci, his cold eyes filled with murderous intent. Murong Bo, the mastermind behind the scenes, had already killed Chu Yang. If he wanted revenge, he could only seek out Abbot Xuanci, who held a high position in the martial arts world.
"Amitabha, all the blame lies with Lao Ne alone. I hope Benefactor Xiao can forgive the other monks of Shaolin Temple. Don't forget that Master Xuanku is also a disciple of Shaolin—"
Thinking of his former mentor, Xiao Feng's murderous aura suddenly weakened.
"You old scoundrel, you deserve this!"
While Xiao Feng was still hesitating, a black shadow descended from the sky and landed in front of Abbot Xuanci, directly shattering his heart meridian with a palm strike.
Abbot Xuanci coughed up blood, clutched his chest, and collapsed to the ground, whereupon a string of prayer beads fell and shattered.
The man in black glanced at Xiao Feng warily, then used his lightness skill to escape the scene.
Xiao Feng snapped out of his shock and quickly caught up with the man in black, and they both disappeared.
"Given Xiao Feng's personality, he might not kill Yao. Xiao Yuanshan knew this, which is why he suddenly appeared."
Chu Yang squatted down, picked up a rosary bead, and placed it in Abbot Xuanci's palm.
Upon hearing the name "Xiao Yuanshan," Abbot Xuanci's eyes suddenly flashed with an inexplicable light, and his breathing became rapid. "So that's how it is, so that's how it is. Evil will be punished—"
The moment Abbot Xuanci collapsed, many monks rushed out of the Great Buddha Hall. Some called for the abbot, some for their senior brothers, and some for their master and uncles.
Chu Yang stepped aside a few paces, giving his place to the group of monks, and stepped forward as they cried and wailed.
He was going to the library.
"Benefactor Chu, this old monk deserves his punishment. Could you please spare the other monks of Shaolin Temple?"
Abbot Xuanci seemed to have a final burst of energy before death, and his voice became extremely loud.
Chu Yang nodded and continued on his way.
"Xiao Chu, wait for me!"
When Huang Rong saw Chu Yang about to go inside, she quickly jumped into the carriage. After taking a few steps, she seemed a little worried and turned to Zhang Sanfeng with a sweet smile: "Grandpa Taoist, could you please take care of Mo Chou and Long'er? Chu Yang and I will be right back."
Zhang Sanfeng smiled wryly and said, "Young lady, who else on Mount Shaoshi would dare to provoke Fellow Daoist Chu?"
Huang Rong looked around, and everyone around her looked terrified and uneasy; no one even dared to meet her gaze.
There's really nothing to worry about with a group of terrified people.
After Huang Rong passed through the main hall, walked through several corridors, and passed several halls, she stopped in a simple and ancient pavilion.
Directly in front of her, Chu Yang was talking to an old monk who was sweeping the floor.
The old monk had snow-white eyebrows and beard, and looked very old. His hands, which held the broom, were covered with wrinkles, as if they were made from the bark of an old tree.
But those bright, piercing eyes left a very deep impression on Huang Rong.
"Your murderous aura is very strong. You can go to the Sutra Repository and read some Buddhist scriptures to dispel your murderous intent."
The sweeping monk clasped his hands together in prayer.
"Why didn't you stop me just now? With Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang on the side, maybe they could have captured me?"
Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile.
"Absolutely impossible!"
The sweeping monk shook his head.
"Oh, why?"
Chu Yang suddenly became curious.
"Old Ne is dull-witted. He spent decades in the Sutra Repository comprehending the Dao and mastered almost all of the Buddhist martial arts. Yet he has only just grasped a little bit of the cultivation of the urinary tract. He cannot be compared with Mr. Chu."
The sweeping monk paused for a moment, then sighed, "He's not as good as that Fellow Daoist Zhang from Wudang Mountain."
Chu Yang laughed loudly, "I thought Yao also wanted to save me, just like he did with Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo."
The sweeping monk was startled.
"Since you're not stopping me, I'll go in then." With that, Chu Yang turned around and waved to Huang Rong, signaling her to come in with him.
Huang Rong immediately beamed with joy, and like a little squirrel, she hopped and skipped after Chu Yang.
"Mr. Chu is already a peerless immortal, why is he still so attached to mortal martial arts?"
The sweeping monk was puzzled; he couldn't guess what Chu Yang was thinking.
"Because it's interesting."
Chu Yang gave him an even more perplexing reason, and walked into the Sutra Repository under the bewildered gaze of the Sweeping Monk.
A month and a half later.
The carriage returned to that familiar small town from the Southern Song Dynasty.
As Xi opened the gate and looked at the sun-drenched courtyard, Chu Yang felt as if he had been transported to another world.
Originally, I just wanted to get a copy of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill", but I accidentally became a notorious demon in Tianke.
After putting away their luggage, Chu Yang, Li Mochou, and Huang Rong began cleaning the previously vacant room, which would later become the residence of Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu.
Cleaning wasn't difficult; there was just some dust, and the yard outside showed signs of having been cleaned.
If any of the neighborhood children attend Chu Yang's private school, they will spontaneously help Chu Yang with small tasks, such as cleaning, and Chu Yang never locks the door.
Even a thief wouldn't steal anything from Chu Yang's house.
Firstly, there really wasn't much to steal from the house. Secondly, Chu Yang was a well-known good man in the surrounding area, with a good reputation, and he was also a schoolteacher. Even thieves these days had their code of honor.
After everything was tidied up, it was getting late, and there was no time to cook. Everyone was too tired to move, so Chu Yang took them to their usual restaurant.
Huang Rong was very happy, as it was the place where she and Chu Yang first met, and it held special significance for them.
The scars on Li Mochou's face have almost healed, with only faint traces remaining. Walking down the street, she can now face the stares of passersby with composure.
Little Dragon Girl, nestled in Li Mochou's arms, secretly observed the world around her.
In the main hall of the restaurant, the storyteller was sweating profusely as he told his story. Chu Yang and the others leaned closer to listen, their expressions showing a strange mix of emotions.
"As you all know, a number one demon king has recently appeared in the martial arts world. No one knows his real name; he is simply called 'Mr. Chu'!"
"This Mr. Chu is truly remarkable! Even the hundreds-of-years-old Immortal Zhang from Mount Wudang is no match for him!"
"Not long ago, it was even at Shaoshi Mountain—"
The storyteller hesitated to drop the gavel, continuing his long tale, which the diners listened to intently, their chopsticks never falling.
It wasn't until the waiter came out of the kitchen and saw Chu Yang and his group that he greeted them with a big smile.
"Oh, you're back!"
"Mr. Chu!"
The storyteller's voice abruptly stopped!
He slammed the gavel in his hand to the ground!
The diners turned around in horror!
Chu Yang smiled.
"Um."
"I'm back.