Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 243 Blood Feud of Annihilation, Mad Zen - Golden Bell Shield!
“There are countless people with the surname Gu. No matter how powerful and domineering the Bashan Sword Sect is, they cannot kill people because of their surname!”
This Taoist priest from Gusu had no bad reputation except for getting married and gambling. His main business was similar to Dazhi Datong, but his fees were much higher.

If you want to seek help from Master Gu, you must first let him indulge in his gambling addiction. To put it bluntly, you have to let him win. Once he has won enough, he will come up with some solutions for you.

Based on my observations, analysis, and summary, the minimum fee is three thousand taels, and the maximum is one hundred thousand taels.

Although Gu Daoren's martial arts skills were not particularly strong, he was the most troublesome local tyrant in Suzhou, with a complex and intricate network of connections.

Even the Beggars' Sect dared not provoke him.

Especially the newly built branch…

At this point, Wu Shi Dun became somewhat resentful.

The Dazhi Branch was originally the largest and most prestigious branch of the Beggars' Sect, without exception. Unfortunately, the emergence of the treacherous Quan Guanqing caused the Dazhi Branch to plummet in status. Despite Wu Shidun's hard work, it only managed to recover three or four-tenths of its former strength.

Li Zhaoting laughed and said, "Don't worry, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. I'm here to visit Suzhou, and I have no interest in challenging the martial arts forces here."

Just as everyone was drinking and chatting, a little beggar brought some information, and Samurai Dun frowned.

"Young Master Li, we're in trouble."

"What trouble?"

"Those Shaolin monks who were poised to strike were poisoned to death. No one in the entire inn was spared. The inn was shrouded in a poisonous cloud, and anyone who touched it, whether human or animal, would die."

"Coming for me? You're asking for it!"

Blue Phoenix sneered disdainfully.

This is a very obvious frame-up.

Among the world's masters of poison, there are none other than the Five Poisons Sect, the long-established Wen family of Lingnan, and the Tang Clan. The fact that the entire inn was shrouded in poisonous clouds clearly indicates the use of Miao poison and Gu techniques.

Lan Fenghuang is the prime suspect.

Although Lan Fenghuang had no grudge against Shaolin, who says you can't kill someone if you don't have a grudge? If the leader of the Five Poisons Sect wanted to use Gu to kill someone, did he need to find a suitable reason?
"I do" is the best reason.

Furthermore, after this incident, Li Zhaoting could no longer hide his identity and had to appear in public. He was constantly being watched by outsiders, and if anyone wanted to do something underhanded in the dark, Li Zhaoting would not be able to stop them in time.

Frame someone, use someone else's strength against them, lure the tiger away from the mountain.

It's obviously the Green Dragon Society's method.

Why are they everywhere?
Does the head of the Green Dragon Society have nothing better to do?

If you have nothing to do, you can row a boat, forge iron, grind tofu, open up mountains, build roads, and move stones. That's a contribution to the world. If you like stirring up trouble so much, why don't you go and carry manure?
Carrying manure serves two purposes: cleaning latrines and accumulating farmyard manure. It makes a huge contribution to the martial arts world, hundreds or even thousands of times better than those troublemakers like the Green Dragon Society.

I'm here for tourism!

I really don't want to draw my sword and kill someone!
However, if someone deliberately seeks death, don't blame me for being ruthless! Go complain to the King of Hell!

Complaining won't help!
The Ten Kings of Hell, with King Yama being Bao Zheng.

Chop this thing up a few more times with three guillotines.

The Azure Dragon Society acts very quickly.

At the same time, they framed Lan Fenghuang and Duan Yu.

Five days ago, Lu Jiuye's son, Lu Xiaoyun, was stolen and went missing by Hua Yelai. Lu Xiaoyun's personal belongings were in Duan Yu's hands. Coincidentally, Lu Xiaoyun was also there to propose marriage and was Duan Yu's biggest rival.

A logical deduction follows: In order to gain the upper hand, Duan Yu bribed the thief Hua Yelai to use a honey trap to lure Lu Xiaoyun, kidnap him, or kill him, so that Lu Xiaoyun could not go to propose marriage.

Even more coincidentally, Lu Jiuye happened to be in Suzhou, at Gu Daoren's casino, and the person playing Pai Gow with Duan Yu was none other than Lu Jiuye.

This situation is difficult to explain clearly.

Even seasoned veterans of the martial arts world wouldn't know how to explain these misunderstandings, but Duan Yu was able to explain them clearly.

He explained the recent events in a calm and slow tone, detailing everything. Master Lu believed him, and Master Gu was willing to vouch for him on the condition that Lu Xiaoyun be found within three days.

He risked his family's reputation to solve the case within three days.

If the case cannot be solved, Duan Yu is the murderer.

This method of solving cases is completely illogical, but it is very much in line with the rules of the underworld. That's how the underworld is; when it comes to secret cases, there's no room for logic.

Knowing full well that Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang, and Li Zhaoting are troublemakers in the martial arts world, why do the heroes of the martial arts world flatter them with terms like "Handsome Chu" and "Great Hero"? Because the three are rare detectives who can uncover the truth and let people die in peace.

No one wants to be framed.

No one wants to die without knowing why.

Looking across the entire martial arts world, those with reason, wisdom, and the ability to uncover the truth are fewer than a handful. Even for self-preservation, one must keep the legendary detectives of the martial arts world.

Things are rare.

"Detective" is the rarest profession.

……

There is an inn.

A bluish-green poisonous cloud enveloped the inn, affecting several surrounding houses as well. The cloud slowly spread in all directions, but no one could control it, and no one knew how long it would take to spread.

Seeing this, Lan Fenghuang snorted coldly and took out a bottle of medicine powder from her sleeve: "Li Lang, heat this bottle of medicine with your true energy, and then blow the smoke over!"

Li Zhaoting opened the bottle, heated it with his left hand, and gently fanned it with his right hand, blowing the smoke toward the inn. Lan Fenghuang took out small bottles, combined them into a mixture of toxins, and blew it toward the inn, working for about half an hour.

By noon, the poisonous cloud had completely dissipated.

Tie Jian and his men had already arrived.

Looking at the colorful poisonous clouds and mist, and watching Lan Fenghuang battle with the mastermind behind the scenes, even someone as composed as Lan Fenghuang, who had been handling cases for many years, felt a little frightened.

Poisoning and witchcraft are extremely difficult to guard against.

When traveling the martial arts world, the most feared are those skilled in poison.

A waiter who doesn't know martial arts could potentially kill a Grandmaster of the Heavenly Gang by serving him a dish mixed with poison. He doesn't need to be poisoned to death directly; as long as his combat effectiveness is affected, he can be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

Li Zhaoting said, "I know you're worried about this situation, Master Tiejian, let's go in together. With so many people watching, I can't kill someone to cover it up."

Master Tiejian exclaimed, "Amitabha! Young Hero Li is upright and honest, and this humble monk can trust him."

"Master, please!"

"Young Master Li, please!"

The two entered the inn together.

There was no living thing left inside or outside the inn; even the cockroaches and fleas had been poisoned to death. The innkeeper, the waiter, the cook, and the guests in the rooms were all bleeding from their seven orifices.

The same applies to the surrounding houses.

Li Zhaoting clenched his fists in anger.

Li Zhaoting's most fundamental principle is that conflicts in the martial arts world should not involve innocent civilians. If he has a grudge against these Shaolin monks, he would not even bother to look at them if they were poisoned. But if he were to kill so many innocent people, no matter what the reason, even if it was a hatred that could lead to the extermination of an entire family, Li Zhaoting would still kill them.

Besides, is this revenge?
This is a frame-up!

This is a diversionary tactic!

This is a dirty and shameless conspiracy!

To achieve their goal and to divert Li Zhaoting's attention, they killed so many ordinary people!
Li Zhaoting laughed in fury, a smile colder than the Arctic glacier: "I will find the murderer within three days and tear him to pieces!"

Lan Fenghuang frowned: "Li Lang, the murderer used Miao techniques. Some of the poison-making methods aren't even recorded in Miao territory. It seems to come from the Hundred Poisons Manual. If the Hundred Poisons Manual has leaked out, it's likely circulating among..."

Where did it originate?

"A descendant of Qiao Beiming!"

"Qiao Beiming? Are you sure it's Qiao Beiming?"

"Aside from Qiao Beiming and his successors, there are no records of the Hundred Poisons Manual being passed down to outsiders. As far as I know, Qiao Beiming relied on the Hundred Poisons Manual to fuse the true energy of both righteousness and evil, making him indestructible and immune to all poisons!"

The "Hundred Poisons Manual" was written two hundred years ago by Ji Huan, the number one poison master in Miao territory. Later, Ji Huan was poisoned and ambushed by his disciple Shi Jinghan. Before dying, he handed the manual to another disciple, Yin Yunyu. Later, Yin Yunyu and Shi Jinghan fought each other and died. The "Hundred Poisons Manual" fell into the hands of Yin Yunyu's daughter, Yin Xiulan.

Unfortunately, Yin Xiulan was captured by Qiao Beiming's son, Qiao Shaoshao, and Qiao Beiming obtained the secret manual. At that time, Qiao Beiming was diligently cultivating the Asura Yin Sha Technique, which is divided into nine levels. Ordinary people can only cultivate up to the eighth level before they suffer from qi deviation.

In order to find a solution, Qiao Beiming first used the method of fighting poison with poison to suppress the cold and yin energy. Then he fought with Huo Tiandu and secretly learned the orthodox Xuanmen Qi cultivation method during the fight, comprehending the profound truth of the unity of good and evil.

After Qiao Beiming faked his death and escaped, he left the martial arts secrets to Li Kangtian. More than ten years ago, the Li family was wiped out by Meng Shentong and Ximen Muye. Meng Shentong obtained the incomplete Shura Yin Sha Gong, and Ximen Muye obtained the Hundred Poisons Manual. If this is the technique of the Hundred Poisons Manual, it means that the person who poisoned him must be Ximen Muye. This guy is really bold!

Li Shengnan has not yet left Suzhou!

The hatred of wiping out an entire family is irreconcilable.

Li Zhaoting suddenly asked, "Master Tiejian, I've heard that there's a Shaolin outcast in Suzhou who claims to be the King of Ten Thousand Monks. Do you know anything about this person's deeds?"

“Amitabha, what a tragedy. Junior Brother Tieshui has an extreme and stubborn personality. Shaolin sent three eminent monks to guide him to reform, but all of them failed. He was assassinated when he returned to Shaolin. I came to Suzhou to investigate the assassination case, but I never expected to encounter such a thing.”

"The master suspects it's made of molten iron?"

"It's just a suspicion, without any evidence. It's like I'm deducing from an autopsy that the murderer is Zhongyuan Yidianhong, but at the time of the crime, Yidianhong was located in Jinan Prefecture."

"Perhaps Yidianhong has fellow disciples."

"When I was young, I was a detective in the Six Doors. I worked as a detective for more than 20 years. When investigating a case, you must rely on evidence. If you make trouble without evidence, you will only kill innocent people."

"If I tell you, Master, that these cases have traces of the Green Dragon Society, what do you think of that?"

"This humble monk chooses to believe 98% of the time."

……

Duan Yu led his men back to their previous room.

A room that smells wonderful.

A room more fragrant than a hundred flowers in full bloom.

There are many flowers in the courtyard.

No flowers bloom at night.

Hua Yelai is not home today.

An ugly, large monk was sitting in the garden.

With high cheekbones, a lion's nose, and a gaping mouth, he exuded a fierce and imposing aura, even when not angry, he carried a hint of murderous intent. He wore only a wide black silk robe, his chest and belly exposed, his two hairy thighs casually stretched out, revealing a pair of large feet.

Two bright young girls were trimming his nails.

It's clear that the monk is proficient in internal energy cultivation, possesses high martial arts skills, has a fiery temper, and despises monastic rules.

molten iron!

The most renowned monk in Suzhou.

The monk who had no choice but to give up.

He possessed extraordinary talent, rising from an outer lay disciple to a disciple of the Arhat Hall, and later joined the Bodhidharma Academy. He mastered all of Shaolin's external martial arts techniques, even reaching the eleventh level of the Golden Bell Cover, one of the five great Shaolin martial arts.

The Golden Bell Cover is divided into twelve layers.

Throughout history, only Bodhidharma mastered the twelve levels of the Golden Bell Shield. After mastering it, no matter how many masters from various schools punched, kicked, slashed, stabbed, drowned, burned, or poisoned him, or how long he endured hunger and hardship, Bodhidharma remained full of energy.

Bodhidharma became famous in one battle and founded his own school of thought.

Unfortunately, the Golden Bell Cover technique becomes increasingly difficult as you progress, with the final level being as difficult as ascending to heaven. Over the centuries, countless prodigies from Shaolin have only managed to reach the eleventh level at most.

The records of the twelve levels of the Golden Bell Cover, and even the ultimate perfect Golden Bell Cover, have long been reduced to folk tales.

Despite his young age, Tie Shui has mastered the Golden Bell Shield to the eleventh level, demonstrating his remarkable talent. With the Golden Bell Shield's superior defensive power, even if someone is more powerful than him or attacks him in unison, Tie Shui can easily defeat them.

The three eminent monks, each possessing sixty years of refined internal energy and mastery of three Shaolin martial arts techniques, attacked relentlessly, using every means to overpower them. Tieshui merely activated the Golden Bell Shield technique to erect a protective shield, then drank wine while enjoying the three monks' impotent rage, laughing wildly.

Iron Shoulder was extremely curious: how could a bandit who couldn't stand the strict rules of Shaolin, had little understanding of Buddhism, and indulged in all vices like wine, women, wealth, and power, have mastered the Golden Bell Shield to such a profound level? What secrets did the molten iron hold?
Molten iron certainly holds secrets.

A secret that Iron Shoulder could never have guessed.

Also, there's something Tie Jian got wrong.

Iron melt's understanding of Buddhism surpasses his.

The practice of molten iron is "mad Zen".

He cursed Buddha and his ancestors, drank alcohol and ate meat, and acted recklessly and arrogantly.

Release your inner nature completely to pursue yourself, find your true self, and rediscover the rules and regulations after achieving enlightenment in your mind.

In other words: Only today do I realize who I am!
Iron Water currently only possesses "mad Zen" and is still a long way from enlightenment. If Iron Water can genuinely relinquish money, power, beauty, wealth, and fame, and wholeheartedly rediscover himself, he will be like the twelve layers of the Golden Bell Shield.

Drinking alcohol, eating meat, and indulging in sensual pleasures are acts of unrestrained desire.

The Golden Bell Shield is both a protector and a constraint.

The eleventh heaven represents the limit of molten iron.

Because his thinking has become completely distorted.

Both unrestrained and conservative.

The two lines became completely intertwined.

No one could solve his troubles; he could only indulge in his desires and vent his inner urges, indulging in venting for the sake of venting, indulging in venting for the sake of venting, and being arrogant for the sake of being arrogant. His personality became more and more arrogant every day.

There must be rain in the sky, and woe to the madness.

Doing so could easily provoke powerful enemies.

However, the molten iron couldn't be stopped.

Using the "Golden Bell Cover" technique in Zen practice is a wrong path. Once you've embarked on a wrong path, how many people can truly turn back to the right way?

Walking a tightrope on a cliff, halfway through the molten iron, you're stuck, unable to go forward, unable to retreat, unable to go up. You either jump into the abyss or incline forward inch by inch.

It's impossible to stop.

To stop is to die.

Seeing Duan Yu and the others, Tie Shui laughed wildly and picked up a jar of wine: "This is top-quality wine. Old Lu Jiu is qualified to have a cup, and Daoist Gu can have a cup, but as for this pretty boy, he can't have a single cup!"

Duan Yu said in a deep voice, "Mr. Tieshui, I'm not here to have a drink with you, I'm here to take people away!"

"Who do you want?"

"The owner of this house."

Do you know who owns the house?

"Flower Night Comes!"

"Wrong! I own this house!"

"It's you now, but it used to be Hua Yelai!"

"It was me before!"

"impossible!"

"You dare to question me?"

"Because you don't know how to care for flowers!"

"Wrong! I'm very good at taking care of flowers. Growing flowers requires fertilizer, but do you know what's the most suitable one?"

"I guess you mean corpses and molten iron. If that's all you've got, it's really disappointing."

Duan Yu's eyes blazed as he stared directly at the molten iron: "You're practicing some kind of wild Buddhist Zen; you can't scare me!"

(End of this chapter)