The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Wu Xiang finally pulled himself out of the way and said to Yang Guo, "Benefactor, please stop for now."

Yang Guo had already gathered his energy in his feet, intending to transform into a toad, but upon hearing this, he stopped his attack. However, the energy was not easy to dissipate, as Yang Guo had not yet been able to control the Toad Technique at will. He could only disperse his internal energy through his feet, leaving two craters beneath them. The cold and fierce energy spread in all directions, and his robes fluttered incessantly.

Cold sweat broke out on Wu Xiang's shiny forehead. What kind of move was this? So domineering!

Wuse also stepped forward, intending to bow to Yang Guo and explain.

Before he could even speak, he was interrupted by another deep voice: "The martial arts world of the Central Plains is indeed full of heroes. Young man, you have excellent internal strength and palm techniques."

Two more people walked towards us; were they monks again?

Yang Guo was immediately captivated.

This group was extremely eye-catching. Leading them was a high lama in a yellow robe, with a robust physique, solemn demeanor, high nose, deep-set eyes, and a turquoise hue. His head was concave, like a saucer, and his gaze was sharp as lightning, exuding an imposing aura. He carried a dharma wheel at his waist.

However, the figure of the leader paled in comparison to the one half a step behind him. The latter was extremely tall and imposing, like an iron tower, with a red face and large eyes, wearing a red robe and wielding a giant pestle. His appearance was exceptionally fierce, making the previous demon eater seem even more defeated in comparison. However, the person in front of him gave off a sense of honesty rather than oppressiveness.

Yang Guo recognized the two men at a glance; they were none other than the Golden Wheel Monk and his disciple Darba.

Yang Guo was suspicious; what were these two people doing here?

"Master, do you recognize my palm technique?" Yang Guo knew that he had only just stood up, and his internal energy was flowing like a spring from the soles of his feet. He had not yet circulated it to his palms, nor had he bent down. Yet, Jin Lun recognized it as a palm technique from a distance.

"I had the honor of witnessing this palm technique before. I never expected that you, young hero, would possess such internal strength at such a young age. May I ask who your master is?"

Instead of answering, Yang Guo asked, "Why would a high-ranking monk like you come here?"

Jinlun wondered, had this young man been mentioned to him by his elders?

He has just mastered his cultivation technique, received the imperial decree, and is here for the sake of his sect.

There shouldn't be anyone in the Central Plains who has seen him.

Jinlun addressed the crowd, saying, "My Dharma name is Jinlun, and I am a disciple of the Vajrayana sect of Tantric Buddhism. I have recently made some progress in my studies, but there is no further advancement. However, the Central Plains is a vast land with many outstanding people and a thriving sect. I have heard that Shaolin is the leading force in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. How could I not pay homage to the Buddha?"

Yang Guo thought to himself, "What kind of Buddha are you worshipping?"

After exchanging greetings, Wu Xiang and Wuse said, "We are afraid we have disappointed the Holy Monk. Our temple gates have been closed for many years now, and we have not received any visitors. Please forgive us, Holy Monk."

Jinlun said, "Oh, do you two young masters mean that it is time for Shaolin to close its gates now? Wouldn't that be even better? The monks are all here, and our two sects are only in a dispute over Buddhist principles, but our martial arts are compatible. This is more conducive to your sect's recovery and recuperation."

Yang Guo has now come to his senses. This old monk has come to probe the strength of Shaolin Temple. It seems he has a mission.

The Mongols first destroyed the Western Xia, then the Jin, Dali, and Tubo, and finally the Song, thus completing the unification.

This old monk's esoteric Buddhist roots are in Tibet, but he later became the national preceptor of the Mongols, so he must have served the Mongols from an early age. He probably already has his eye on Kublai Khan.

However, no matter how many dynasties changed, they could not eradicate these deeply rooted sects. Even after the Tibetan Empire was destroyed, Tantric Buddhism would likely have remained unscathed, because there were still sacred sites associated with it.

Wu Xiang and Wuse exchanged glances. It was really difficult for them to directly stop this representative from the sect from coming to pay their respects, given their unequal positions.

Moreover, seeing that the young man from before also wanted to go up the mountain, and even brought his female companions, the two of them were in a real bind.

Seeing that the two seemed to be refusing to receive him, Yang Guo asked in confusion, "Masters, Master Jinlun is here to exchange Buddhist teachings, which can be done anytime. I am different; I am here to offer incense. How come you've all become immortals now, able to go a day without incense? And you're turning me away like this?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiang found it even harder to refuse Yang Guo. The mountain gate had been closed for many days, and if it weren't for the surrounding villages worshipping Buddha and the cultivation of grains on the mountain, how could such a large temple support so many people?

Disciples cannot travel outside; everything is within this area. Now that pilgrims are coming, even the temple supervisor will come to greet them.

"Esteemed benefactor, this... but women are not allowed to enter mountain temples these days. How did this heroine manage to get up the mountain?"

Yang Guo casually replied, "She provided all the incense offerings."

Wuxiang and Wuse were speechless. So whether you go up the mountain or not doesn't matter, right?

Jinlun and Darba, however, continued to communicate.

"Master, if we're here to exchange Buddhist teachings, then I'm not good at it. I can only fight, I can't speak. Why didn't you bring any new disciples? I think he's very clever."

While observing the Shaolin Temple gates, Jinlun replied to his disciple, "Your junior brother is wicked; you must not become close to him. As for this trip, do not hold back at any point. After all, this concerns the reputation of our Vajra Sect, and we cannot afford to lose face."

Darba replied憨憨地, "Yes, Master."

"Masters, can you please make a decision? It's getting dark if we don't go up the mountain soon."

Wuxiang and Wuse haven't responded yet.

The sound of bells echoed continuously from the mountains.

Wuse's expression changed drastically, and he asked anxiously, "Senior brother, how many times did you knock?"

Wu Xiang also looked horrified: "Thirty-six sounds, junior brother, hurry up the mountain."

At this point, Wuse had no idea that they were supposed to leave the mountain temple, and Wuxiang had no time to stop Yang Guo and the others from going up the mountain.

The two monks rushed into the mountains.

Yang Guo stared blankly at their retreating figures.

Jinlun replied, "It seems that a group of people they had to welcome had already arrived on the mountain before us."

"Jial, let's go take a look too."

Cheng Yaojia nodded and hugged her husband's waist.

Yang Guo and his wife quickly climbed the mountain, with Jinlun Darba following closely behind.

Jinlun was secretly shocked: This young man's internal strength is even more profound than I imagined, and he is probably no less than my eldest disciple.

But Darba has a pure heart and makes rapid progress. How can this young man compare to Darba?

The group of six quickly approached the temple gate.

The main gate of the Shaolin Temple, which had not been opened for many years, is now wide open.

In that courtyard, Shaolin disciples stood ready, their formation already vaguely visible.

The elderly Abbot Kucheng, looking angrily at Jifa whose face also showed signs of aging, said, "Jifa, how dare you return to the mountain gate? Do you really think Shaolin has no one left?"

Jifa looked at his uncle without joy or sorrow and said, "Master Kucheng, so many years have passed, and you've grown even older. It seems Shaolin really has no one left, otherwise how could it still be you, this old fellow, holding on? But today, Shaolin should also take a look at the world now."