Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 174 Improvement and Replacement (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

“Wu Ming has even destroyed himself through the practice of cultivating his spirit,” Ren Shaoyang said as he walked to the window with his hands behind his back.

Hongxiu added, "Yes, he sees us like children see ants. It's not about good or evil, but about following his own inner joy."

Ren Shaoyang said, “Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and the Demonic Refinement of the Spirit each have their own merits. Confucianism is about sincerity, Buddhism is about emptiness, Taoism talks about emptiness, and the Demonic Refinement of the Spirit is about grinding.” He smiled and said, “This old man has the skills of four schools in one body and has incorporated the refinement of the spirit of four schools. He can be described as ‘emptiness, sincerity, and grinding.’ He seems to be detached from all things, but in reality, he is extremely greedy and has even ground himself to death.”

“Wu Ming is nothing but namelessness.” Hongxiu sneered. “Name is destiny! All changes are techniques, but the unchanging is the way. How can he reach the state of perfect ease and freedom through such shortcuts?”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Ding’an suddenly interjected. “All I know is that we have to beat him to death!”

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu fell silent. At this moment, Ding An's words made them feel as if the fog in front of them had been cleared and their cerebral cortex had become smooth.

Yes, what's the point of saying all that mysterious stuff?

Since the old man doesn't care about success or failure, fame or fortune, or even life or death.

Why not just kill him and that would be the end of it?

It's so simple, why make it so complicated!

Ren Shaoyang looked at Ding An with a complicated expression: "Severing a hand, you really hit the nail on the head."

The little sister, who hadn't been online for a while, came back online: "Brother Ding'an is so awesome!"

"Huh? Really?" Ding An scratched his head and laughed sheepishly, "Hahaha."
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As summer deepens and the yin energy begins to emerge, the autumn clouds gradually light up the landscape.

Summer is already halfway over, and the air is starting to get cooler. A gentle breeze stirs the clouds that drift slowly across the sky.

Another light rain fell in Huangshi Town.

Ren Shaoyang plucked a blade of grass and put it in his mouth. He and the little beggar squatted at the door of the big boss's house, watching the pedestrians hurrying by on the street.

The water in the kettle inside the room boiled, making a "whooshing" sound throughout the room.

The proprietress hurriedly carried the kettle to the courtyard, filled the teapot with water, and then invited the two of them in for tea.

"Boss lady, aren't you going to Shaolin Temple to watch the excitement?"

Hongxiu, holding a teacup, blinked her big eyes and asked, "There will be so many people there!"

The proprietress pinched her round cheek and laughed, "What are we going there for? To watch you kill people? Wouldn't we have nightmares when we got back?"

She gently stroked Hongxiu's face and sighed, "Why does it always have to be about fighting and killing?"

The little beggar pouted and frowned: "We've always been kind to others."

The proprietress interrupted her, saying seriously, "Hongxiu, where did you learn to be so shameless?"

The little beggar blinked and pointed to Ren the rascal outside the door, who was pulling a puppy to see if it was male or female.

The proprietress, hands on her hips, glanced sideways at the doorway and said, "Don't imitate him too much in the future. Girls should be more demure."

Perhaps the voice was a bit too loud, disturbing Ren Shaoyang, who was looking around while pulling the howling puppy along.

What's the fuss?
Just then, the main door opened, and with a hiss, steam slowly dissipated.

Ding An and Boss Zhu walked out of there like Terminators.

Ding An walked and laughed, then laughed for a while: "Crippled man, little beggar, look at my new prosthetic hand!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang immediately released the puppy's leg. The puppy, now free, barked incessantly at him.

The two walked into the courtyard and looked closely. They saw that Ding'an's prosthetic hand had turned black. The finger joints, the back of the hand and the outside of the arm were still covered with scales, but the silk threads that were originally exposed had been completely hidden.

The prosthetic hand now looks more like a human hand wearing a black glove, and it is incredibly lifelike.

Ding An laughed and said, "Look!" With that, he waved his prosthetic arm and flung it towards the door. With a "whoosh," his arm suddenly stretched out to the door and grabbed the squeaking puppy back.

"Wow!" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed in surprise, "Now the whole arm can extend! Before, when I stretched out my hand, it looked like I was under a spell, but now the material of the arm has changed too?"

Boss Zhu laughed and said, "Of course! The main material for the prosthetic arm has been changed to black ironwood, and it is made with a formula woven from scales."

He stepped forward and tugged at Ding An's prosthetic arm. The black arm, like a cucumber in a raincoat, was easily torn off and immediately reassembled when he let go.

"This not only greatly enhances the shock absorption, cushioning, and energy storage capabilities, but also makes the black ironwood harder than jujube wood." Old Zhu patted Ding'an's prosthetic hand and laughed heartily. "This creation can be considered my strongest work!"

Ren Shaoyang said happily, "Great! Ding'an has returned to a state where both hands are intact. Congratulations!"

Ding'an was overjoyed, carrying the whimpering puppy around the yard, with the little beggar chasing after it and teasing it.

The yard was immediately filled with laughter and the dog's pitiful howls.

"By the way, Mr. Ren," Boss Zhu asked, "Although my wife and I cannot attend the Shaolin showdown in a few days, we still wish you a resounding victory."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhu, the glory of this battle will not be enjoyed alone; you will definitely get a share."

"Clam?"

Zhu Ting's chubby face twitched, and his chubby hands waved repeatedly, becoming afterimages: "I didn't participate either."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "The righteous hands of Ding'an are now famous throughout the land. I'm afraid they will shine even brighter on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month. How could such glory be complete without Boss Zhu's participation?"

Zhu Ting and the proprietress exchanged a glance, then shook their heads and said with a wry smile, "Master Ren is right!"

"Ah~!"

Just then, Ding'an suddenly shouted, "It peed! It peed on my prosthetic hand!" He then tried to use the heat to evaporate the dog's urine.

The little beggar cried out, "A broken hand doesn't mean you have to roast it! Let go!"

Seeing the chaos they were in, the three of them couldn't help but look at each other and burst into laughter.
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September.

The weather suddenly became hot and dry.

There are countless martial arts practitioners in Qingyuan County. Shaoshi Mountain and Taishi Mountain are full of Jianghu heroes carrying knives and swords.

During this period, many more corpses appeared in the deep mountains and forests, filling the bellies of many wild beasts.

At the same time, even some members of the Western evil cult appeared at Shaoshi Mountain.

However, the orthodox sects in the Central Plains had no time to pay attention to this at the moment.

After all, they understood the relative importance of the Demonic Sect compared to the "Three Fiends of the North".

Shaolin Temple is the orthodox school of martial arts. It is said that all martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin, making it a place that people in the martial arts world look up to.

For over a thousand years since its construction, its fame has remained undiminished, and no matter how powerful the Great Banner Sect, the Flower Shifting Palace, the Money Gang, the Heavenly Venerable, or the Demonic Sect were, they could not overshadow its brilliance.

Amidst the turmoil of the martial arts world, Shaolin Temple has always remained a pillar of strength.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master stood at the South Heavenly Gate of Shaoshi Mountain, overlooking the flat land. Behind him, a giant mountain rose abruptly from the ground, with the words "Azure Mountains and Forests" written on it.

At this moment, a strong wind is blowing, echoing the majestic mountains, and the leaves are rustling everywhere.

Master Bitter Gourd walked up behind him and put his palms together: "Abbot Brother, traces of the Rakshasa Sect Leader Jade Rakshasa have been discovered on Mount Taishi."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master remained calm, flicking the prayer beads between his fingers: "Amitabha, in this mortal world, there is no one who cannot be saved."

Master Bitter Gourd said, "Then let's use demon-subduing techniques to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master nodded: "What about the imperial troops?"

"We have already assembled at the foot of the mountain and are waiting for orders. If things go wrong, we will go up the mountain and kill the three villains."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master looked down at the plains below: "If we can quell the rebellion of the Three Evils this time, we can curb the rampant spread of evil."

Master Bitter Gourd said angrily, "That's right. With the rise of the Three Fiends, the bandits who had been hiding in the surrounding area have all come out to commit evil deeds. Now they are all sheep in tiger's clothing, each one more rampant than the last. It's time to settle the score."

"Where is Master Mu?"

Master Bitter Gourd said, "He has not been seen since he left Shaolin."

The Great Compassion Zen Master said calmly, "The Wood Daoist's martial arts are unfathomable; he could be considered the founder of a school."

Bitter Gourd didn't reply, but a look of worry appeared in his eyes: "Abbot, Elder Brother, Ren the Old Demon's 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon' is terrifyingly powerful, how should we deal with it?"

“Don’t worry,” the Great Compassionate Zen Master slowly explained, “I have already had a batch of iron armor made. When the time comes, we will use the Arhat Formation to restrain ‘Divine Sword Capturing Dragon’, and I guarantee that the events of the Blood God’s Son will reappear on the three evil men.”

Bitter Gourd nodded repeatedly, agreeing that it made sense.

"By the way, how is Junior Brother Iron Shoulder?"

"It's not good." Bitter Gourd's expression turned cold. "Although we did our best to save him, he has already suffered hemiplegia and now needs his disciples to take care of him."

"This is intolerable!" The Great Compassionate Zen Master's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he turned to look at the bitter gourd. "Is the gunpowder ready?"

Master Bitter Gourd said, "They have all been buried on the mountain path, and disciples have been specially assigned to guard them."

“Send more,” said Zen Master Dabei, “just in case.”

"Yes, Abbot Brother."

At this moment, Zen Master Dabei had already turned and walked towards the mountain, saying lightly, "The leaders of the Taishan, Songshan, and Huashan sects have all come. It's not easy to meet them, so I'll go and give them a visit. Junior brother, you go and do your work."

"Yes."
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The ninth of September.

Double Ninth Festival.

At this moment, the wind is fierce on Mount Song, and the clouds are changing color.

Groups of people hurriedly headed towards Shaoshi Mountain.

Inside the Mahavira Hall of Shaolin Temple at this moment.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master is kneeling before the statue of Shakyamuni, praying devoutly.

Behind him were Kunlun Sect Leader Zhenyangzi, Huashan Sect Leader Li Jinghao, Taishan Sect Leader Jin Xuan Zhenren, Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion Master Huo Tianqing, Beggar Clan's Wang Shidai, and other masters.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master straightened up and softly chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

The monks then chanted the Buddha's name in unison.

"The three fierce men from the northern frontier have come to pay their respects at the mountain!"

A roar like a raging dragon came, just like a clap of thunder in spring, crackling and echoing across the peaks, even shaking the dark clouds on the horizon so that they shattered and dispersed with the wind.

Upon hearing this roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, everyone's expression changed, as if a giant dragon had crashed into the heavens, its power and might were extremely fierce.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master suddenly turned around, led everyone out of the Great Buddha Hall, and looked sharply towards the mountain gate.

Then, on the plaza outside the mountain, there stood thousands upon thousands of people. Among them were many chivalrous figures from the martial arts world, enemies whose relatives and friends had died at the hands of the three villains, and many more idle wanderers from the martial arts world who came from all directions and gathered together in a chaotic manner.

They also craned their necks to look down the mountain.

Dark clouds gathered, churned, and swirled in the sky, stretching down to the ground.

On the distant plains road, a donkey cart drifted out, flanked by a striped tiger.

It came merrily, neither too fast nor too slow, yet seemingly slow but actually fast.

A low murmur emanated from everyone's mouths; tens of thousands of people whispered, yet it was as loud as muffled thunder.

"They're coming!"

(End of this chapter)