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Chapter 83 Shaolin Temple Martial Monks

The world of Laughing at the World is merely a low-level martial arts world, and the power of the sword shadows emanating from the withered tree branches is limited.

Even if Xia Zuo infused it with unimaginable true energy, he still couldn't unleash a devastating sword aura to defeat the Shaolin monks while protecting this fragile branch.

This severely limited Xia Zuo's expressiveness.

That's right, it only limited his ability to fight against a hundred enemies, not his destructive power.

The dry, fragile branches, upon contact with the monk, could be struck by his powerful internal energy, causing the monk to break bones and tendons.

The monks used their staffs and knives to parry, resulting in their weapons and bones breaking together.

Whether a monk is a top-tier master or a second-rate one, they all fall instantly before Xia Zuo's tree branch.

Not a single monk could persist until the second strike.

Under Xia Zuo's sword energy impact, the most obvious fractures were actually the lightest injuries.

The internal injuries that affected their entire bodies shattered the monks' bones and muscles, deprived them of their mobility, and shook their heads.

Those monks who had not cultivated themselves properly all obediently fainted on the ground.

The great monks, with their profound internal strength and unwavering will, did not faint, but they too could not stand up.

Despite remaining somewhat conscious, they continued to vomit due to the concussion, making them even more disheveled.

Moments later, the Bodhidharma Academy fell into Xia Zuo's hands. He dropped the withered branch in his hand, stepped over the monks who were lying on the ground, and walked through the back door of the Bodhidharma Academy toward the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository.

The abbot of the Dharma Hall, Fang Kong, was a top-tier master of his time, with profound skills and exceptional Zen abilities. He barely withstood Xia Zuo's three consecutive attacks.

Even after he collapsed from injuries that affected his entire body, he still used his Clear Mind Finger to flick pebbles and ring the bell of the Bodhidharma Temple.

The clanging sounds were urgent, conveying an irresistible alarm.

In fact, he didn't need to do any of this. The aftershocks of the battle had already shaken the entire Shaolin Temple, and a large number of reinforcements were already on their way.

The first to appear was a senior monk from the Fang generation.

Eight senior monks from the academy—Fang Sheng, Fang Xiu, Fang Jue, Fang Yan, Fang Zhou, Fang Yuan, Fang Hui, and Fang Ming—surrounded Abbot Fang Zheng and stood between Xia Zuo and the Sutra Repository.

"Amitabha!"

Fang Zheng, dressed in a kasaya, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect and asked, "Why does the benefactor wish to become an enemy of my Shaolin Temple?"

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Xia Zuo scratched his head, looked at the sea of ​​bald heads in front of him, and couldn't help but tease, "Because you guys are kind."

Fang Zheng: "————"

Other senior monks:

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Before the monks could erupt in anger, Xia Zuo spoke up to explain, "I am Xia Zuo of Mount Hua, and I have come here to make a name for myself on Mount Hua!"

"Actually, I originally wanted to find the Songshan Sect, but Zuo Lengchan and Master Fangzheng's reputations are quite different, and the Songshan Sect's reputation is even more different from that of the Shaolin Sect."

"Moreover, the Songshan Sect has a short history. It has only just become powerful and couldn't resist taking shortcuts, getting involved with the underworld and ruining its own reputation."

"They used underhanded methods to deal with the Hengshan Sect before, and they also secretly stabbed my Huashan Sect in the back."

"Slapping the face of such a filthy Songshan Sect will surely invite insidious and dark retaliation. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist wiping out the entire Songshan Sect to prevent future troubles."

"Shaolin Temple is different. Your family is large and powerful, with a history of thousands of years. You have long had experience in dealing with challenges and will not easily cross the line."

"For example, when Master Zhang Sanfeng lived a hundred years ago, Shaolin never used underhanded methods to retaliate."

Founder:

Other senior monks:

The monks looked at each other, wondering if he was praising the Shaolin party.

But why does it sound so awkward, making the monk want to hit someone?

"Pah! It's not that our senior didn't want to report it, but we really can't beat Master Sanfeng. Besides, he really does kill people!" Xia Zuo laughed. "By the way, I'm not just here to make a name for myself today. I also yearn to visit the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository. I want to see all the classic texts like the Lankavatara Sutra, the Yijinjing, and the Xisuijing."

If they could tolerate what had just happened, they could no longer tolerate what was said about their own core cultivation techniques. Their bodies visibly turned red.

Xia Zuo continued to add fuel to the fire: "I must say, I have even greater admiration for the legend of the Sweeping Monk of Shaolin, but I wonder if there are still such true masters in Shaolin Temple today."

Fang Yan of the Vajra Hall and Fang Hui of the Prajna Hall, both known for their volatile tempers, could no longer contain themselves. Fang Yan used the Mighty Vajra Palm, while Fang Hui unleashed the Annihilation Claw, launching a pincer attack on Xia Zuo from the left and right.

Xia Zuo extended his right index finger and gently drew a line in the air. An invisible sword aura burst forth and lightly swept across the throats of the two monks.

The sword energy couldn't directly pierce the skin of two top-tier masters, but the sharp sword intent made them feel an almost real sense of death, instantly disrupting their minds.

The two monks could no longer continue their attack; they stood frozen in place, reaching out to touch their necks to confirm that they were not broken.

Xia Zuo shook his head, clicking his tongue in amazement: Tsk, as expected of a low-level martial arts world, sword energy can't even break through the skin of someone who has mastered internal energy.

But to the other monks, this was simply incomprehensible.

Fang Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "True energy leaving the body? Injuring someone three zhang away?"

Fang Yan's internal energy cultivation was slightly inferior, and blood had already appeared on his neck. He said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, my internal energy cultivation is still decent, otherwise I would have died a violent death."

Fang Hui wasn't injured, but feeling the sword intent invading her mind, she couldn't even speak. She defensively protected her throat with her hands and retreated step by step.

Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin Temple took a deep breath, walked in front of his two junior brothers, and said, "Benefactor Xia's skills are astonishing. Shaolin Temple is completely humbled. Your reputation will naturally spread far and wide."

"As for the Lankavatara Sutra, you may freely peruse it, but the Yijinjing is a secret of Shaolin Temple, and your request is truly excessive."

Fang Zheng continued, "Benefactor, even among the monks of my Shaolin Temple, only three have read the Yi Jin Jing. Are you trying to take away the essence of my Shaolin Temple—"

Xia Zuo returned the greeting and interrupted him, saying, "Master Fangzheng, I don't think it's excessive."

"I have reached the pinnacle of martial arts and wish to learn from the strengths of various schools in order to achieve a further breakthrough. Is it acceptable for me to only read the Yi Jin Jing and not pass it on?"

It is a threat, but also a stepping stone to compromise.

When faced with the threat of the Demonic Sect, Fang Zheng was able to pass on the Yi Jin Jing to Linghu Chong. So, when faced with a threat from him, could he also let him see it in private?

Fang Zheng politely declined, saying, "Since you don't understand Buddhist teachings, Shaolin Temple also has guardian deities!"

Yes, the Demonic Cult formed an army of thousands, posing a fatal threat to Shaolin Temple, but Xia Zuo was just one person. No matter how strong he was, how many could he fight?

As Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and shouted, "Amitabha!"

More than a hundred tall and strong young monks filed out of the door of the Arhat Hall next door.

Wielding large copper clubs, they quickly formed a large circular formation, completely surrounding Xia Zuo.

Shaolin Monks!

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