Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 268 Big brother, don't worry, it was my father-in-law who did it!

Li Zhaoting collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

With no will to fight, no stamina, and every cell in his body drained of energy, he had only one question in his mind: How did Xiao Feng injure the Sweeper Monk?

Was Xiao Feng really human?

Li Zhaoting, Feng Suzhen, Lan Fenghuang, and Miss Wang joined forces to attack a powerful enemy. If the time, place, and opponent had been different, it would have been an earth-shattering, world-destroying battle. For decades or even centuries afterward, it was still talked about and passed down as a legendary tale in the martial arts world.

Unfortunately, his opponent was a hidden master.

Li Zhaoting's imagined grand feast, a banquet more lavish than the Manchu Han Imperial Feast, was actually just cabbage and tofu.

The battle was uneventful, filled with a sense of powerlessness from beginning to end, leaving one feeling weak and listless.

The Sweeping Monk sat cross-legged with his hands clasped together. No matter how much punches, kicks, sword cuts, stabs, poisons, or demonic sounds Li Zhaoting and the others threw, all the force, sword light, and sound waves that came within a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) of him would be easily neutralized, leaving only a warm, gentle breeze.

Golden Bell Cover!
The ultimate Golden Bell Cover!

It is not the original body-refining or qi-cultivating techniques, nor is it a protective art. Instead, it is based on the Marrow Cleansing Classic and uses the Yang Spirit to condense a protective golden bell. It is not golden and radiant with Buddha's light, but clear and transparent, as if it were carved from crystal. It can change at will, and can be in the form of a golden bell or a treasure bottle.

It's not a golden bell, but a crystal bell.

The original Golden Bell Cover technique deflects external forces.

The Yang Shen Golden Bell Shield counters fighting spirit and evil thoughts.

The more intense the murderous intent, the more evil the thoughts, the stronger the backlash effect. However, it is not a simple backlash, but rather a gradual dissipation of the malevolent energy by incorporating Buddhist principles.

Fortunately, Feng Suzhen was practicing the Demon-Subduing Qin. If it were the Heavenly Demon Qin, attacking with the Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon, the Sweeper Monk would only need to give a light shout to break the strings.

Blue Phoenix used the Blood-Dissolving Blade and the Bone-Corroding Palm to slash fiercely, sweating profusely from exhaustion. She then released the Golden Silkworm Gu to gnaw at the crystal clock for half an hour, but to no avail.

Miss Wang brandished her gun and attacked fiercely, striking the crystal clock with a resounding clang that could be heard for dozens of miles, yet it could not shake the crystal clock in the slightest.

Li Zhaoting and Feng Suzhen combined their swords and attacked the Sweeper Monk with 520 moves, using all the martial arts skills they had learned in their lives, including the Tathagata's Divine Light, the Hundred-Step Flying Sword, and the Eight Swords Flying in Succession, but still failed to achieve anything.

Exhausted, the sweeping monk waved his hand to disperse the crystal clock and then swung his broom three times.

She flew away like a kite, her face full of regret, her eyes vacant and blank.

Jade Rakshasa's assessment is absolutely correct.

The Sweeping Monk is the most awkward among all the top masters because he first studied Buddhism, read thousands of Buddhist scriptures, and suddenly realized the truth, transforming himself from a caterpillar into a butterfly.

Just like Huang Shang.

Huang Shang's martial arts skills were learned from the Daoist canon.

The Sweeper Monk's martial arts skills originated from Buddhist scriptures.

The difference is that Huang Shang is a Confucian scholar who knows nothing about martial arts, while the Sweeper Monk is a Shaolin monk who, although he has never practiced martial arts, has gained some understanding of them through exposure. When he was bored, the Sweeper Monk flipped through the martial arts manuals in the Sutra Pavilion, hoping to find inspiration from the sayings of his predecessors. He happened to come across the Marrow Cleansing Classic.

As mentioned before, the Shaolin Temple doesn't care much about the extremely difficult martial arts such as the Marrow Cleansing Classic, the Tendon Changing Classic, and the Golden Bell Cover, and just puts them haphazardly on the bookshelf.

To put it bluntly, it has only archaeological value and very little practical value. It is far inferior to the Seventy-Two Arts, and the scene of reaching the pinnacle is no different from a myth or legend.

Ninety-nine percent of Shaolin monks don't believe it!

Even Kumārajīva, who had secretly learned martial arts, didn't believe it!
Only the Sweeper Monk, an extremely eccentric individual, with a mindset of sudden enlightenment, read the Marrow Cleansing Classic and mastered it overnight, entering a realm of transcendence and sainthood.

Yu Luosha, Yinshan Tianzun, Meng Chixing and others had visited Shaolin in their youth and fought with the Sweeper Monk. The battle ended in a draw, and they were unable to muster any fighting spirit.

Only through fighting can there be winners and losers.

If there's no fight, how can there be a winner or loser?

The specific process is as follows:
"Bald monk! I'd like to learn a few moves from you!"

"Bald monk! I don't want to fight anymore!"

"Bald monk! You dare to fool me? I'll chop you into eight pieces and throw you into a ravine to feed the wolves!"

"Bald monk! I don't want to kill you anymore!"

"That's enough! I'm tired! Go ahead and do as you please!"

The more I want to fight, the less I want to fight.

This feeling is like constipation, where you're so full you look like a sour eggplant, but you just can't poop. It's also like being startled back when you try to sneeze, or yawning halfway through.

It's like scratching an itch through a boot; it's like having a hundred claws scratching your heart; it's un

The Jade Rakshasa's unparalleled destructive power, Meng Chixing's all-pervasive refining techniques, and Yinshan Tianzun's extremely fierce and malevolent profound skills were all stopped by the Sweeper Monk.

Forcing a fight is nothing short of sophistry.

All three were powerful figures in the demonic path, so how could they do something so despicable? They could only spread the name of the Sweeper Monk and see if anyone had a countermeasure.

Thanks to the publicity from the three old devils, the Sweeper Monk is in a state of being both famous and unknown.

He was ranked among the immortals and Buddhas, at the pinnacle of the martial arts world, but even within Shaolin Temple, no more than a handful of monks had ever seen the Sweeper Monk; they only knew that such a person existed.

Such a fierce battle took place, especially with the Overlord Spear striking the bell so loudly that even a deaf person could hear it. Martial arts practitioners who had previously participated in the Heroes' Gathering flocked to the scene, eager to witness a spectacular duel.

When everyone arrived, the Sweeper Monk had already left without a sound. All they saw was Li Zhaoting, who was exhausted and pale, and Xiao Feng, who had arrived first.

"Second brother, what happened? Is it the Azure Dragon Society trying to assassinate you? What are the characteristics of an assassin?"

The consequence of recklessly causing trouble is that if copycat crimes occur in the underworld, you will inevitably be the scapegoat.

Xiao Feng subconsciously suspected that it was the Azure Dragon Society that did it.

After all, two high-ranking and powerful leaders of the Azure Dragon Society died at Li Zhaoting's hands, and countless Azure Dragon branch leaders fell to Li Zhaoting's sword. There were also several people who were inexplicably tricked by Li Zhaoting.

The head of the Green Dragon Society deeply resented Li Zhaoting.

If given the chance, Da Longtou would love to cook Li Zhaoting himself, turning him into roast duck, slicing him into pieces, and eating him wrapped with scallions and cucumbers dipped in sauce.

“It’s not the Azure Dragon Society! How could the Azure Dragon Society be qualified to invite such a master! This was invited by my father-in-law! He thinks I’m too frivolous, so he found a master to beat me up.”

Li Zhaoting deduced what had happened.

There are no more than five martial arts masters in the world qualified to stop the Sweeper Monk from interfering in the feud between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and to make him teach them a lesson.

The most likely candidate is Jade Rakshasa.

The purpose was to teach the son-in-law a lesson.

To prevent the son-in-law from being too outspoken and getting surrounded and killed.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

When a fish transforms into a dragon, Heaven will surely be jealous.

A prodigy soars into the sky, testing his sword across the land. While his presence is awe-inspiring and dazzling, it is also akin to being cooked in a raging fire. He rides his horse, brandishing his sword, unleashing a storm of ghosts, leaving mountains of white bones and startling birds into flight.

Who is the ghost?
Who are the skeletons?

Are the older generation willing to be stepping stones?

Who would willingly give up fame and fortune?
In the history of martial arts, countless prodigies have died mysteriously. For example, Chen Shixing, Zhang Danfeng's personal disciple who inherited all of Zhang Danfeng's skills in his later years, died suddenly from poisoning.

Died from accidentally ingesting poisonous plants?

Even if you tell someone, they have to believe you!

Li Zhaoting has been in the limelight too much recently, especially after the Heroes' Gathering, and needs to stay out of the spotlight for two or three months.

Once Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang, and others create more trouble in the martial arts world and suppress Li Zhaoting's popularity, Li Zhaoting can make a comeback and challenge masters to a duel.

These things cannot be discussed in too much detail.

Li Zhaoting made up a reason out of nowhere.

Xiao Feng subconsciously looked at Feng Suzhen.

Feng Suzhen: "My father is eager for the official to cause more trouble in the Jianghu and make more great contributions so that the court can attribute the credit to him and he can rise to the top."

Xiao Feng turned to look at Lan Fenghuang.

Lan Fenghuang: "Li Lang married me by kicking my father three feet away. The only way my father could take revenge on Li Lang was by performing a ritual."

Miss Wang: "My father has passed away. If he wants to take revenge on my husband, he can only complain to the King of Hell."

Xiao Feng looked down at Li Zhaoting. Li Zhaoting gave an awkward smile.

A series of teasing sounds came from the surrounding area.

This is what heroes of the martial arts world love to hear most.

Martial arts duels and sword fights are nothing compared to the fun of a romantic wanderer.
Especially the playboy who got beaten up by his father-in-law!
Xiao Feng sighed silently, "Why do I feel like my second and third brothers' fathers should be switched? My second brother's father was a playboy, while my third brother's father was a virtuous gentleman!"
"Ah! Ahh!"

Upon receiving Liu E's letter, Li Nanxing, who was packing his bags to return to the capital, sneezed twice!

"Ahei! Ahei! Ahei!"

Duan Zhengchun, who was having a secret rendezvous with his old lover No. 10086 in the Central Plains, felt a chill down his back, sneezed repeatedly until he felt dizzy, and suddenly felt a pain in his lower back.

Being a womanizer comes at a price.

One can withstand it when young and impetuous.

As I get older, I can only rely on "One-Finger Divine Skill".

Duan Zhengchun flipped through the "Daily Records of the Emperor's Activities," and the next lover he was to visit was... Li Qingluo!

……

Disciplinary Academy.

Kumārajīva sat in meditation with a calm expression, showing no remorse for secretly learning martial arts. When he saw Tianzheng, he not only showed no fear, but also opened his arms.

"I am the National Preceptor of Tibet. Shaolin cannot imprison me for an extended period of time, otherwise it will affect the diplomatic relations between our two countries."

You cannot let me leave, otherwise Shaolin's unique skills will spread to Tibet, which will be a great disadvantage for Shaolin.

You can't continue to support me, because I've gone mad from practicing martial arts, and I have countless hidden injuries in my body. At most, they will erupt in two or three months, severing my meridians and causing my death.

It cannot be released, cannot be kept, and cannot be raised.

Do you regret becoming the abbot?

Let me tell you, the abbot's position is meaningless!
If I had to choose, I would most like to become the head of the Bodhidharma Institute or the head of the Nagarjuna Institute, either to focus on martial arts or to annotate Buddhist scriptures.

While the abbot may be high above others, he is often preoccupied with worldly affairs, lacks profound martial arts skills, and has impure thoughts. As a result, both his martial arts and Buddhist teachings are neglected, and he is also prone to being blamed for wrongdoing.

Senior Brother Tianzheng, I've heard that your mastery of the Flower-Picking Finger technique is unparalleled. If you want to kill me, could you at least let me see your pinnacle Flower-Picking Finger technique?

still have a question.

I'm really curious about this.

The three Shaolin monks with the highest public martial arts skills.

Tianzheng specializes in practicing the "flower-pinching finger" technique.

Fang Zheng was well-versed in the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic).

What martial arts is Da Bei skilled in?
Senior Brother Da Bei ranks higher than you and Fang Zheng on the Heavenly Gang List, and is on par with Wudang Mu Daoren and Emei Dugu Yihe. What unique skill does he excel at?

This humble monk is truly eager to know the answer.

Kumārajīva appeared very calm.

Having reached this point, Kumārajīva felt a profound sense of enlightenment, like a terminally ill patient who thought, "I'm going to die anyway, what could be more terrifying than death?"
"How about we ask each other questions?"

"It is my honor."

"Where did you learn your Shaolin skills?"

"Murong Bo gave it to me. He had been living in seclusion in Shaolin for over twenty years, secretly copying Shaolin's secret techniques. He originally intended to pass them on to Murong Fu, but he inadvertently discovered that most Shaolin monks were only proficient in three or four techniques. The Thirteen Great Monks had gone mad from practicing their techniques. He was worried that there might be something wrong with the Shaolin techniques, and he also saw that I was greedy for fame and fortune. So he used the secret manual as bait!"

"The Imperial Advisor is truly honest!"

"At this point, why should I hide anything? A dying man's words are good. I, a humble monk, have spent half my life practicing Buddhism, yet I have been obsessed with fame and fortune. How pitiful, how truly pitiful!"

"How did the Imperial Advisor suffer from his internal injuries?"

"No one can master the Shaolin techniques together! In order to activate these wonderful martial arts, I have also practiced the Lesser Formless Skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect, the foundation of Tantric Buddhism, the mental techniques of Taoism, and the ultimate techniques of Zen Buddhism. My time is not far off!"

At this point, Kumārajīva added, "Don't worry about the martial arts spreading. If I wanted to pass on the Shaolin skills back to Tibet, I would have done so ten years ago!"

"Amitabha Buddha, thank you for enlightening me, Your Majesty."

What is Da Bei's specialty?

"One-finger Zen Kung Fu".

"What about the foundation of internal strength?"

“Junior Brother Dabei is exceptionally talented. He joined the Bodhidharma Institute shortly after entering the temple and practiced the Arhat Divine Skill. The One-Finger Zen Skill inherently contains mental techniques, so there is no need to worry about it.”

"One-Finger Zen Skill, no wonder it's the strongest!"

Kumārajīva nodded with a sense of relief.

One-Finger Zen Skill is the most difficult and powerful finger technique to master in Shaolin. No matter how talented one is, it takes a lot of time to hone it.

The highest record in history is 36 years, and the second highest is 39 years. Apart from that, no one can master the One-Finger Zen skill in 40 years, and anyone who can make a difference in 50 years is considered exceptionally gifted.

Whether it's for interest, fame and fortune, or chivalry, people hope to debut in their twenties or thirties and make their mark while they're young.

One-finger Zen is not worth it at all.

Even if one starts learning at the age of ten, one would be at least fifty or even sixty years old when mastering the One-Finger Zen skill. Is it necessary for a fifty or sixty-year-old monk to wander the world?

Therefore, a martial monk who wants to make a name for himself and gain experience in the martial arts world would never practice One-Finger Zen.

Even Tianzheng and Kongwen are no exception.

Tianzheng specializes in practicing the "flower-pinching finger" technique.

He practiced only one unique skill from beginning to end, yet he mastered the "flower-picking finger" technique to an unprecedented level, connecting heaven and earth, residing in one's heart, with the external form becoming the internal, without any hindrance.

If a person wants to concentrate on learning or doing something, the first thing to do is to focus their mind.

Focus and concentrate.

Otherwise, if you want to write poetry, act, learn martial arts, dance, and maybe even music and art, you'll have to learn swordsmanship, knife skills, fists, palms, legs, and claws. Where would you find so much energy?
If Kumārajīva were to fight Tenshō to the death, even if Kumārajīva were in good health, it would be difficult for him to win.

The two exchanged questions and answers with smiles, showing none of the seemingly low-key but actually arrogant attitude that Kumārajīva had displayed when he first arrived at Shaolin. They got along very harmoniously.

"Was Fang Zheng killed by the Imperial Advisor?"

"No! This humble monk cannot kill Fang Zheng."

"Your martial arts skills are superior."

"No, no! If it were a life-or-death duel, this humble monk would have already died under the Buddha's palm under Senior Brother Fangzheng."

When we exchanged our final blows, I used a life-or-death fighting style, relying on my partially mastered Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Skill to withstand the attack and desperately slash at Senior Brother Fangzheng.

Exchanging injury for injury.

One move for another.

The young monk suffered a relapse of his internal injuries and felt weak all over.

Although Fang Zheng appeared to be covered in blood, he actually only had superficial wounds and retained about 70-80% of his fighting strength.

Furthermore, the fact that Fang Zheng did not unleash his Yi Jin Jing when he died suggests that the murderer was either someone Fang Zheng knew or someone whose martial arts skills far surpassed his.

Brother Tianzheng, if I suddenly entered your meditation room, would you be completely unprepared for me?

Furthermore, at the time of the incident, I was busy searching for the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) in hopes of resolving my internal injuries; neither the time nor the ability allowed me to do so.

"Could it be Li Zhaoting who did it?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"why?"

“Li Zhaoting is too upright in his conduct. If he wanted to kill someone, he would either directly slash them with his sword or expose their hypocritical nature. He would never do something like sneak attack or assassination. If it was Li Zhaoting who did it, his Purple Rose Soft Sword would now be hidden away as a divine object.”

"Thank you for your guidance, Imperial Preceptor!"

(End of this chapter)