Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 32 Good Thief Bald

There was a constant clanging sound outside the door, and occasional screams. Hao Datong lay at the door, sticking out his butt and looking out, occasionally shrinking his head, as if he was afraid of being injured by mistake.

Qiu Chuji tore the baked steamed buns and ate them slowly. Even though the fire had already reached the eaves, he was not in a hurry.

Suddenly, Hao Datong rushed back from the door and retreated behind Qiu Chuji.

A big man strode in from the door, holding a water-ground Zen staff that looked to weigh at least several dozen pounds. He had a turban on his head, but there was no hair under it.

"Two Taoist brothers, are you of the same kind as that evil woman?" The big man stared at Qiu Chuji and Hao Datong with eyes as big as copper bells, questioning them viciously.

Hao Datong deliberately lowered his voice so that the three people in the temple could hear him, and whispered in Qiu Chuji's ear: "Brother! This is a monk... maybe a wild monk who escaped from the temple."

Qiu Chuji replied in a normal tone: "Oh? How did you know?"

"He smells like incense, and it's very strong... much stronger than the two of us."

"That's the monk from the famous mountain temple!"

The conversation between the two brothers caused the big man's expression to change slightly, and then he became calm again.

He took off his turban on his own initiative, revealing his bald head and the scars on his head.

"Shaolin Temple Kuhui, nice to meet you two Taoist brothers!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji looked at the monk more carefully and saw that he was only in his early twenties, but his muscles were strong and his temples were bulging. It was obvious that his internal martial arts skills were also extraordinary. His hands were very big and most of his external martial arts skills were probably in these hands.

Qiu Chuji's memory was strengthened by the Yuxu Bell, so when the monk called out his Buddhist name, Qiu Chuji knew who he was.

This person was not an unknown person. In about twenty or thirty years, he would become the abbot of the Arhat Hall of Shaolin Temple. Later, because of the rebellion of Huogong Toudao, he had conflicts with other eminent monks of Shaolin Temple. So he fled to the Western Regions and founded the Western Shaolin lineage. He was considered an old enemy of the Western Vajra Sect founded by Huogong Toudao.

Of course, it is also possible that Shaolin Temple did it intentionally, such as splitting off Southern Shaolin and traveling to the Western Regions to build a lineage in order to further expand its influence.

"Why, Shaolin Temple, with its rich and powerful assets, has also set its sights on the Nine Yin Scriptures?" Qiu Chuji asked Ku Hui.

Ku Hui said: "In order to prevent the loss of lives, Shaolin should take some responsibility."

Qiu Chuji sneered: "With your skills, if you go out to fight Jin Yanzi now, you can take her down in less than thirty moves."

"You just need to bring her back to Shaolin Temple and announce to the world that the Nine Yin Manual is in Shaolin, and the crisis in the martial arts world will naturally be resolved."

Upon hearing this, Ku Hui did not reply, but continued to stare at Qiu Chuji. In his eyes, there was no such person as Hao Datong.

"Brother, why didn't he do this?" Hao Datong asked Qiu Chuji.

"Don't you understand? This monk and those snake slaves outside are actually a group of people. They were just chasing Jin Yanzi everywhere. When they met people like us who have backgrounds and means, they came out to attack us."

"The golden swallows are the bait, and we are the big fish they are looking for."

Qiu Chuji's words made Kuhui's expression change slightly, but she did not deny it.

From The Legend of the Condor Heroes to The Return of the Condor Heroes, the Shaolin Temple, once the world's largest sect and the leader of the martial arts world that dominated the righteous path, only appeared for a short while at the end. The meaning is very clear.

No matter what the situation of Quanzhen Sect and the Seven Quanzhen disciples was in the time and space line originally located by the time traveler, at least in the story lines of The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Return of the Condor Heroes, their position has always been to resist the Jin and Mongolians. Even if a big tree has dead branches, it does not lose in terms of integrity. They always rush to the front line against foreign humiliation until Mount Zhongnan was bombarded by the Mongols and the Quanzhen disciples scattered.

The Shaolin Temple surrendered to the Jin people at an early stage, but was later severely damaged in the clash with the Quanzhen Sect and internal divisions occurred, which led to the decision to close the mountain for decades.

So what is the root cause of the conflict between Shaolin and Quanzhen?
There is no other possibility except that Shaolin has completely surrendered to the Jin people.

“My two Taoist brothers, please do not lie. You must know that Buddha also has the angry eyes of a diamond.” Ku Hui said in a grim voice.

Qiu Chuji laughed when he heard this: "It's natural that you have worshipped a new master. Bodhisattva has no form, and you monks are just copying. But since you have done it, you insist on hiding your head and showing your tail. You also want to take advantage of the morality. How come you get all the benefits?" "Brother Taoist, since we are not on the same page, then let's see who's the real deal!" Kuhui could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

"It should have been done long ago. Stop talking so much nonsense!"

Qiu Chuji's long sword was unsheathed, and he was the last to strike but the first to arrive.

The sword tip slashed across the Zen stick in Kuhui's hand, producing dazzling sparks.

The Quanzhen sword technique 'Clouds Across the Qinling Mountains', a sword is thrust out straight, but then turns and sweeps horizontally, the sword force is fierce, like the Qinling Mountains slanting upside down, piercing straight ahead.

Ku Hui was suppressed by one move and hurriedly took a step back. He opened his mouth and shouted loudly, making a loud explosion that almost blew off the roof.

Shaolin's unique martial art, the Lion's Roar, is the most famous group control skill in the world. Of course, it is also quite effective for single control.

Even though Qiu Chuji's internal strength was truly extraordinary, he was the first to be hit, and was stunned by the roar. His true energy leaked for two beats, causing the sword, which should have been successful, to have a slightly reduced speed and greatly reduced effect.

Ku Hui took the opportunity to grab Qiu Chuji's sword and at the same time swung the long staff in his hand to hit Qiu Chuji on the forehead.

Swish!
There was smoke and clouds under Qiu Chuji's feet, and the sword in his hand also disappeared without a trace. The whole sword movement was very different from before, but the aura was connected.

If the previous sword was the towering peaks of the Qinling Mountains, then this sword was the misty clouds above the Qinling Mountains.

Ancient tomb swordsmanship, wandering around the world!
The two swords seemed to be diametrically opposed, yet they were closely connected. The sword light was extremely dazzling under the flickering firelight.

Ku Hui was momentarily confused by the sword light, and when he came to his senses, it was too late to dodge, so he could only slap out with his palm to block it.

Wow...!

A beam that had been burned by the fire for a while finally collapsed.

Two figures emerged from the burning roof one after another.

Qiu Chuji stepped on the Zen stick wielded by Kuhui and rose more than two meters into the air. The long sword in his hand danced rapidly, and the raging fire rising from his feet seemed to have a spirit, following him and turning into a sword shadow.

Circulating through the six voids, the fire energy rushes.

boom!
Ku Hui was smashed away by the blazing sword and turned into a human-shaped fireball in mid-air.

While lighting up itself, it also lights up the night sky.

Shaolin in the Western Regions, the founder is gone!
In the snowy night, in the illuminated darkness, the golden swallow was still fighting with the snake slave.

The poisonous snakes that were forcibly awakened from the caves had very average attack effects even though they changed their formations under the control of the snake slaves.

When the night was lit up, Jin Yanzi threw a handful of darts, shot down several snake slaves, took the opportunity to withdraw from the encirclement, and moved towards the direction where Qiu Chuji landed.

Qiu Chuji didn't care about Jin Yanzi's approach because he was concerned about something else.

At this moment, a dazzling white light rose in the west.

Amidst the heavy snow, a tall and strong figure could be vaguely seen, rapidly breaking through the air.

Without seeing the person, you already know who is coming.

The Western Poison, Ouyang Feng!

Don’t think of anyone else!

(End of this chapter)