Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Chapter 80 Inside the Temple

When Xie Bu Ruo played chess with Duan Yanqing.

Ye Erniang led Xuzhu to a secluded place.

Seeing that there was no one around.

Ye Erniang asked softly, "Child, what's your name? Who are your parents?"

These words only enraged Xu Zhu further.

He had personally witnessed Ye Erniang speaking in the same soft and gentle voice when she snatched the baby.

Overwhelmed by anger, Xu Zhu's eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared as he threw a punch.

Ye Erniang spun around and moved behind him.

I could vaguely see the incense burn scars under Xu Zhu's tattered monk's robe.

She felt both excited and scared.

I was just about to reach out and take off his pants.

Xu Zhu had already struck back with his elbow.

This move was swift and fierce, and Ye Erniang had no choice but to dodge it.

She then asked, "Child, how old are you this year?"

Why would Xu Zhu waste time arguing with her?

He unleashed his powerful and fierce boxing techniques, his punches flowing continuously, each move pressing forward relentlessly.

Even though Ye Erniang's martial arts skills far surpassed his, he was forced to stay away for a time.

However, they were not the only ones who came here.

The Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk also came along.

The distance was too great to hear their conversation; all that could be seen was the two locked in combat.

The Yellow-Eyebrow Monk originally thought that Xu Zhu, being young, would definitely not be a match for Ye Erniang.

But upon closer inspection, it became clear that his punches were sharp and powerful, employing superior Shaolin martial arts.

It's just that it has too much of a murderous aura.

His punches and kicks were all aimed at killing, which was quite unlike the demeanor of a Buddhist disciple.

In contrast, Ye Erniang not only did not use any weapons, but every move she made was extremely restrained, aimed at capturing the person and with absolutely no intention of harming them.

The yellow-browed monk saw this and frowned deeply.

Xu Zhu's aura of violence surged, and he had some speculations about it.

It must be related to the boxing style he learned.

Although Shaolin internal martial arts primarily focus on meditation and compassion, they also include many techniques for protecting the temple, subduing demons, and engaging in combat.

The Vajra Finger technique that the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk himself learned was one of them.

These kinds of martial arts are designed for killing, and learning them will inevitably have an impact on one's temperament.

When he had mastered the Vajra Finger technique, he became somewhat reckless and arrogant.

Xu Zhu, however, was clearly more deeply affected by martial arts techniques and showed signs of going mad.

"It seems to be the Shaolin Temple's 'Skillful and Courageous Fist'?"

"You've certainly achieved the word 'brave,' but why have you neglected the crucial element of 'goodness'? Isn't this just playing games backwards?"

"Who taught him kung fu?"

I just thought of this.

Then Ye Erniang used a few feints to trick Xu Zhu into rushing forward, and the gate was suddenly opened.

She suddenly turned around and circled behind Xu Zhu.

He reached out to pull down the little monk's pants.

"what!"

The yellow-browed monk was greatly alarmed.

Many previous doubts were suddenly resolved.

"I only knew Ye Erniang for stealing and killing infants, but I never imagined she was also a womanizer!"

"No wonder she held back on the young monk; she was lusting after his body!"

"This man, along with the womanizer Yun Zhonghe, is one of the Four Evils. I should have realized it sooner!"

Thinking of this, the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk angrily shouted, "Witch! Release the little monk! Bring on your evil magic!"

He pointed with his Vajra Finger from afar.

With a hiss, the finger force surged forward in mid-air.

Ye Erniang, unaware that someone was behind her, was startled when she heard the shout and the finger pointing.

She quickly leaped to the left.

The finger strike missed its mark, hitting the tree trunk beside it squarely, sending wood chips flying and making the trunk tremble.

Ye Erniang was both shocked and frightened to see how powerful the opponent's finger strength was.

She drew her thin sword and slashed out in a whirlwind.

Although the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk's martial arts skills were not as good as those of Emperor Baoding and Duan Yanqing, he was by no means an ordinary person.

He strode forward, his two fingers piercing through the layers of blades.

Place your middle finger on top of your index finger and flick it lightly.

With a clang, the thin knife split in two.

Ye Erniang's wrist jerked, and the weapon slipped from her hand.

In a panic, she formed her left hand into a claw and grabbed at the other person's face.

The yellow-browed monk neither dodged nor evaded, but pointed forward.

It struck her Laogong acupoint in the center of her palm.

When the two forces clashed, Ye Erniang, whose cultivation was far inferior, was immediately unable to lift her entire left arm.

The yellow-browed monk raised an eyebrow and asked, "Where did you learn Shaolin internal energy from?"

The Shaolin Kung Fu styles of the North and South are different, but their foundations are quite similar. As soon as they made contact, he could tell the difference.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose behind them.

But it was Xu Zhu, who had gone mad with demonic possession and was capable of killing gods and demons, who pounced from behind.

Without turning his head, the yellow-browed monk pointed out the acupoint on Xu Zhu's forehead.

The pure and potent Buddhist energy entered his brain, immediately suppressing the boundless malevolence.

Xu Zhu's eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and he fainted.

When Ye Erniang saw the middle finger on her son's head, she thought he was dead and rushed at the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk like a madwoman.

This made the old monk quite peculiar.

Is it really necessary to work so hard just to pick flowers?

No wonder he's the second most wicked person in the world!

The two were far apart in martial arts skills, and Ye Erniang's left arm was immobile. How could she be a match for the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk?

He was subdued by the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk in just a few moves.

Ye Erniang, grieving the loss of her beloved son, though unable to move, continued to bite and curse, her words utterly vile.

Even though the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk was highly skilled, he was still so enraged by the insults that he even started cursing in his native dialect.

"It hurts my scumbag mother!"

"Amitabha Buddha, I have committed a sin, I have broken the precept against anger."

The Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk carried Xu Zhu on his back and Ye Erniang in his arms, preparing to rush back to the stone house.

Suddenly, a sense of unease arose within me. I looked up at the treetop and saw a branch twitch slightly as a squirrel darted down.

"Am I mistaken?"

The yellow-browed monk shook his head and walked briskly along the mountain path. Although the place was dangerous, it was a beautiful place.

A chorus of frogs and chirping birds filled the air.

However, a few venomous snakes occasionally dart by, which is quite an eyesore.

Halfway there, a refined-looking old man approached us.

The yellow-browed monk saw that the man's steps were light and agile, clearly indicating that he was a master.

The refined old man was slightly surprised to see Ye Erniang being carried in his hand, and his doubts deepened when he saw Xu Zhu lying on his back.

Both remained on guard and did not speak.

In the blink of an eye, they passed each other.

The yellow-browed monk caught a glimpse of the other person's profile out of the corner of his eye.

In an instant, the figure of a boy from more than forty years ago suddenly overlapped with the person in front of him.

The yellow-browed monk was greatly shocked, his breath caught in his throat, and he involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

Murong Bo sensed something was amiss and turned around to ask gently, "Master, have we met before?"

Cold sweat beaded on the yellow-browed monk's forehead; he wanted to shake his head against his will.

Just then, a loud, angry roar came from not far away.

A bright red toad, enraged, spewed a mouthful of poisonous mist at Murong Bo.

Then, a voice rang in my ears: "You little bastard, you've ruined my plans!"

The yellow-browed monk suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

He was hit by a finger in his old wound.

Despite being fully on guard, he was still inexplicably caught off guard when Murong Bo raised his arm and waved his hand.

With his strength exhausted, Xu Zhu and Ye Erniang fell down, and he himself stumbled and tumbled down the mountain stream.

In a daze, I saw red mist rising above the mountain stream and the wind howling.

After an unknown amount of time, the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a cave, where toads were hopping and jumping all over the place.

After Emperor Baoding's injuries stabilized, the group rode at full speed straight to Tianlong Temple.

Duan Zhengchun, carrying Emperor Baoding on his back, along with Duan Yu and Xie Buruo, entered the temple to pay their respects to Abbot Benyin.

Upon seeing that Emperor Baoding was on the verge of death and his face changed drastically, Benyin felt a sinking feeling in his heart after taking his pulse and hurriedly said, "Come with me to the Muni Hall."

Of the three who came, Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yu were descendants of the Duan family, and they knew each other.

As for Xie Buruo, he had never met him.

Duan Yu said, "This is my sworn brother. If it weren't for his intervention, my uncle would already be—"

Ben nodded in thanks: "Thank you for your righteous help, young hero."

Instead of thanking him, I returned the favor and said a few words.

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What's the use of just talking?

If you really want to thank me, you should lend me the manual for the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Xie Bu Ruo looked around as he followed Ben Yin into the Muni Hall.

At this moment, apart from Master Kurong who was out relieving himself, the three monks with the highest martial arts skills were all present in the hall.

The monks glanced at the wound and all shook their heads.

After a brief discussion, the group made up their minds.

The monk Bencan said, "Zhengming's fate is in the hands of the people of Dali, and we cannot stand idly by. His injuries are severe, and one person alone cannot save him. If the four of us combine our strength, we may have a chance to save him."

The monk sighed deeply, "The One-Finger Divine Skill is extremely taxing on one's spirit. Even if we can save Zhengming, I'm afraid he won't be able to master the divine sword technique. Alas, it's fate, it's fate!"

Ben Yin turned to Duan Zhengchun and said, "Zhengchun, you are the second best among the laymen, why don't you join in?"

Xie Bu Ruo shook his head secretly.

It's no longer second, it's third.

Benxiang nodded slightly: "Yes, with Zhengchun here, and the combined strength of the five of us, we may not lose much internal energy, and there is still hope of mastering the divine sword."

The other three monks nodded in unison.

The crowd helped Emperor Baoding sit cross-legged on a futon, and the monks of Tianlong and Duan Zhengchun took their seats around him, all of them simultaneously activating the One-Finger Divine Skill.

The monk of this temple raised his thumb, slightly concentrated his energy, and pressed it on the Fengfu acupoint on the back of Emperor Baoding's head.

Benxiang's index finger is placed on the Zigong acupoint on the Ren meridian.

The others also each had an acupoint pressed.

Xie Buruo saw that their techniques were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and varied in many ways, which was indeed full of mystery.

However, he didn't understand the underlying principles, so he could only observe superficially and watch the spectacle.

Light footsteps came from outside the hall, and an old monk walked in, pulling up his trousers.

He swept his gaze across the crowd, then sat facing the wall, his authoritative voice resounding throughout the hall.

"A formidable enemy will arrive within days, and the century-old reputation of Tianlong Temple is on the verge of collapse. Are you still wasting your energy at this critical juncture?"

The four monks were momentarily embarrassed, guessing that their Uncle-Master Kurong must not have seen clearly who they had saved.

Before anyone could explain, Xie Buruo spoke first.

"The masters saved the current emperor of Dali, Emperor Baoding."

"ah?

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Ku Rong suddenly turned around, revealing half of his face, which had become a skeleton.