The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 229 The Lion's Roar Summons a Bodyguard
As dawn broke, birds sang in the mountains.

Huang Rong and the old monk extinguished the campfire and headed straight for Shaoshi Mountain.

The night before, the clever Huang Rong managed to extract a lot of information from the old monk. She learned that he had once been a kitchen monk at Shaolin Temple. Because the monks who supervised the kitchen bullied people with their martial arts and would often throw punches at them, he taught himself martial arts and left Shaolin Temple after finding an opportunity to take revenge.

Huang Rong suddenly realized.

It turned out the other party was a charlatan.

The old monk Huang Rong encountered was the master of Bao Xiang, Bao Shu, and others, and the founder of the Western Regions Vajra Sect, the Fire-Worker Monk. He was indeed hot-tempered, but he was also cautious and meticulous in his work. Otherwise, his defection from Shaolin Temple would not have been so difficult for the temple's experts to find for so many years.

Huo Gong Toutuo went south alone, without even his disciples Baoshu and others, who had already arrived in Kaifeng Prefecture, knowing the truth.

He had a well-thought-out plan. Once he arrived at Shaolin Temple, he would secretly observe Ku Cheng's current cultivation level and the strength of Shaolin Temple before deciding whether to make a move.

As the two traveled from Mount Song toward Mount Shaoshi, they frequently saw groups of monks and laypeople heading towards Mount Shaoshi. Huang Rong looked around, wondering if she might encounter Zhou Yan.

Further along the winding mountain path, Ouyang Feng and his nephew, Qiu Qianren, Gongsun Zhi, Yang Kang, and their group had already reached the Eight-Mile Stone Steps.

On that day, Ouyang Feng met Huang Yaoshi, and the two traveled together to Mount Song. After a day of sightseeing, when Qiu Qianren and Yang Kang arrived, Ouyang Feng made an excuse to say goodbye to Huang Yaoshi and headed straight for Mount Shaoshi, while Huang Yaoshi followed leisurely behind.

Behind Huang Yaoshi, there was Zhang Sanqiang, riding his horse and brandishing his spear.

Zhang Sanqiang met Zhou Yan at the Zuixianlou restaurant in Xiangyang. Zhou Yan mentioned that he was going to meet some people in Hebei and Shandong. When he passed through Songshan, he saw a large procession of monks and laypeople heading to Shaoshi Mountain. He couldn't help but be curious, so he rode after them to see what was going on.

Zhou Yan, who was at Shaolin Temple, never expected that the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions would provoke him. He had only told Hong Qigong about it, but as a result, the Northern Beggar, the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Iron Palm Water-Walking, Zhang the Demon, and the Fire-Worker Monk all rushed over.

Zhou Yan got up early, washed up, and returned the two copies of the Lankavatara Sutra to the Indian monk.

The Indian monk had not yet finished reciting the fourth book, so he was not in a hurry to borrow it. The two of them went to the dining room together for breakfast.

Ku Cheng and several elderly monks from the temple were present. During the meal, a guest monk hurriedly entered, bowed, and put his palms together, saying, "Abbot, a group of over a hundred people is about to arrive outside the temple."

No sooner had the monk finished speaking than another thunderous sound rolled in from the direction of the temple.

"The Vajra Sect of the Western Regions has come to visit Shaolin Temple. They request the abbot to appear before them." This announcement echoed throughout the surrounding area, startling the birds into flight.

"Amitabha." The Indian monk put down his vegetarian bowl and put his hands together in prayer.

After finishing his vegetarian meal, Zhou Yan said to the Indian monk, "The Vajra Sect people have arrived. When you arrive, Master, you will be in the temple's procession."

"The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) need not worry about me."

"Okay!" Zhou Yan nodded. "I'll go take a look first."

"Take care, Chief Escort."

"Don't worry, Master."

More than ten giant bells of Shaolin Temple rang out at the same time, their resounding sound echoing throughout the mountains. Monks of all ages gathered in the Arhat Hall, Bodhidharma Hall, and Xinchan Hall.

Zhou Yan walked through the various Zen temples and headed towards the temple gate.

……

Outside the temple, Yang Kang was hidden at the rear of the group, with Qiu Qianren, Gongsun Zhi, Helian Chuncheng, and others. Ouyang Feng and his nephew, along with several snake slaves, were on the other side. Leading the way were over a hundred people from the Western Regions.

There were monks from the Vajra Sect, as well as martial arts practitioners from the Western Regions who had submitted to the Vajra Sect.

The throng of people surrounded Bao Xiang's eldest brother Bao Shu, second brother Bao Xian, and third brother Bao Shou like stars surrounding the moon. In addition to the four monks, there were also two monks, Bao Lei and Bao Yin, who were Bao Xiang's junior brothers.

The one who spoke was Monk Baolei.

Bao Lei roared, and the heads of those who were closer, those whose cultivation was not high enough, and those from the outer temples of Shaolin Temple who rushed over were buzzing.

Ouyang Ke asked, "Uncle, is this the Buddhist 'Lion's Roar' technique?"

Ouyang Feng nodded.

"If this were a direct whistle, wouldn't it be like a thunderclap that could be heard for miles, causing the enemy to be terrified?"

Ouyang Feng scoffed, "This monk hasn't reached that level yet. The same martial arts principles are far inferior to Huang Yaoshi's 'Blue Sea Tide Melody'."

When Ouyang Feng mentioned Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Ke immediately perked up: "Uncle, I really like Huang Rong, the daughter of the Eastern Heretic."

"Haha!" Ouyang Feng laughed twice and said, "After this matter is over, I will ask Huang Yaoshi to arrange a marriage."

"But Huang Yaoshi and my uncle fought in Taihu Lake."

Ouyang Fengsen said in a low voice, "Uncle, Huang Yaoshi, and Hong Qigong's actions cannot be judged by common sense. Fighting and making peace are commonplace. For the sake of becoming the best in the world, Uncle even had the intention to kill the Western Poison and the Northern Beggar, but he couldn't find a sure opportunity, so he gave up." "Uncle has a good heart."

Ouyang Feng smiled coldly: "However, if we become in-laws, Uncle will not act this way. With the Eastern Heretic and the Western Poison joining forces, we will be invincible."

"Can it be done?"

“I am the Western Poison, and he is the Eastern Heretic. Aren’t we a perfect match?” Ouyang Feng chuckled to himself, thinking to himself that Huang Yaoshi and I are now practicing the Nine Yin Manual together, and considering this relationship, it should be a natural progression.

As the two were talking, the Shaolin Temple gate creaked open and slowly opened. Ouyang Feng immediately looked at the temple gate and said, "Let's see what kind of person the abbot of Shaolin Temple is."

Ouyang Ke stared intently at it.

Yang Kang, Helian Chuncheng, Nimo Xing, and others all looked towards the temple gate. Yang Kang said to himself, "Master Baoshu said that the abbot of Shaolin Temple in the past was Master Kucheng. I wonder if he is still the same person now."

Shaolin Temple is famous far and wide, but none of those who go up the mountain know the current situation inside, which makes Yang Kang nervous.

The burly tree in front of the temple gate took a light breath, and the sound of its bones popping and cracking rang out. In the blink of an eye, it raised itself to its peak state.

"They're here! They're here! The abbot of Shaolin Temple is about to appear!" A commotion arose from the crowd as Zhou Yan stepped out of the temple.

Baoshu, Baoxian, Baoshou, and the others were all taken aback.

Ouyang Feng's pupils shrank sharply, and Ouyang Ke shook his head, feeling that the scene before his eyes was so unreal.

Yang Kang stared blankly at Zhou Yan, while Helian Chuncheng beside him muttered to himself, "Crown Prince, why is this happening?"

"I'm a little confused too."

The boiling sound dissipated, and Huang Yaoshi, sitting upright in the canopy of a tree in the forest, smiled slightly, thinking to himself, "How come this kid is everywhere?"

The Fire-Worker Monk was wearing a bamboo hat, and he slowly lowered his hand, which was about to lift the hat.

Huang Rong held a folding fan in her right hand and tapped it with her left hand with a smile. She thought to herself that he could always surprise people. After this thought, Huang Rong said to the Fire-Worker Monk, "Master, that father and son bullied me because of their superior skills."

"I will repay them tenfold for how they bullied you." Huo Gong Toutuo said this after glancing at Ouyang Feng and his son. His ruthlessness and fiery temper had not diminished with age; on the contrary, they had intensified.

The Fire-Worker Monk knew the name Ouyang Feng but had never met him. Ouyang Feng and his son happened to be with Yang Kang and the others, so the clever Huang Rong devised a plan to "use someone else's knife to kill someone."

She was quite pleased with herself and looked at Zhou Yan.

"Boy, who are you?" Bao Lei was furious when he saw that Zhou Yan was neither a monk nor a lay disciple.

Zhou Yan's vision was filled with a shiny bald head. He asked Bao Lei, "And who are you?"

"This is the Vajra Gate Treasure Thunder."

"Are you looking for the abbot?"

"So what if it is?" Bao Lei glared like an angry Vajra.

"Wait a moment, the abbot is behind us."

Zhou Yan chuckled softly and walked from in front of Bao Lei towards the outer crowd. He had already seen Liang Xiaowu and Yanbo Diaosou, who were pushing their way out from the crowd and waving.

Bao Lei had come in a provocative manner, and Zhou Yan's arrogant attitude instantly ignited his anger. "Kid, don't go."

The lean monk's body slumped and rose, his arm suddenly reaching out to grab Zhou Yan's shoulder.

Zhou Yan strode forward, his clothes rustling, the wind whistling like a tiger's roar, causing the grappling technique of the Yue Family Boxing style to collide with the opponent's five fingers.

With a series of "snap snaps," Zhou Yan and Bao Lei's left hands intertwined again in the blink of an eye. The sound of their footsteps flying wildly rang out, and the two figures danced out a blur of afterimages, with dust swirling and billowing.

Suddenly, Zhou Yan roared, "Rise!"

"Not necessarily," Bao Lei said, swinging his legs outwards with a thud, his body as if nailed to the ground.

Zhou Yan suddenly released her grip on Bao Lei's arm, and with a rapid series of alternating blows, unleashed the "Red Jade Drumming" fist technique at Bao Lei.
Bao Lei's first reaction was to retreat hastily, but his seemingly hurried retreat could not avoid Zhou Yan's leisurely pace using the Ancient Tomb Lightness Skill. He stepped close to his opponent, and his explosive force exploded with the fierce "Iron Mountain Lean".

With a "thud," Bao Lei's body flew up, flew several feet away, crashed to the ground, and slid into the crowd behind him.

"it is good!"

The old fisherman on the misty waters cheered loudly.

(End of this chapter)