Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The ugly monk who stood up from his seat at Shaolin Temple put his hands together in prayer, looking compassionate and sympathetic.

He first glanced at Murong Fu, who had fainted on the ground, and then turned his gaze to Qin Han, the mastermind behind the incident.

The voice was loud and clear, with the flavor of Buddhist preaching.

"Amitabha Buddha, monks are compassionate."

"My lord, your men were far too ruthless. You should show mercy when you can."

These words sounded so grand and dignified that many upright people in the martial arts world nodded in agreement.

Dong Tianbao, carrying the knife, raised an eyebrow, about to retort with a curse.

Qin Han raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to speak.

Looking at the ugly monk with great interest, wasn't this Xu Zhu, whom they had met once before at Bright Peak?

Seeing that Qin Han did not refute him, Xu Zhu thought that his Buddhist teachings had worked, and his courage grew even stronger.

He took two steps forward, his gaze sweeping over Aqing and Shi Potian, who were eating pastries, his eyes flashing with pity and greed.

"These two benefactors, one is mentally immature and the other is pure, yet both possess unparalleled martial arts skills. If they remain by your side, they may be led astray and become weapons of the demonic path."

"In my humble opinion, it would be better if I took them back to Shaolin Temple."

"The right path is to use the supreme Buddhist scriptures to influence them day and night, washing away their malevolence."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Good heavens, this little monk is snatching someone away in public!

And what they were fighting over were those two monsters that were practically gods fighting each other!

Chu Hongliu, Situ He, and the others looked at the monk as if he were an idiot.

Where did you get the courage?

Ah Zi burst out laughing.

"Did I hear that right? What's this ugly monk up to? Trying to lecture my brother-in-law?"

"Does he think his face can take a beating even better than that Murong guy's?"

Qin Han was just listening to Xu Zhu's inner thoughts when he realized that this monk might have been brainwashed by Shaolin.

They actually wanted to learn from the Sweeper Monk's method of subduing Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.

He asked, feigning ignorance, with a playful tone, "What's your name?"

Xu Zhu puffed out his chest and answered loudly.

"This humble monk is Xu Zhu, a disciple of the Xu generation at Shaolin Temple."

"Xu Zhu?"

Qin Han read it aloud in a low voice and then smiled.

"A mere junior monk dares to spout such nonsense before me? Who gave you the audacity?"

"Is it the dead Xuanci?"

Xu Zhu's expression changed.

He was about to say something, but Qin Han didn't give him the chance at all.

"Shaolin's influence?"

Qin Han's smile deepened, but it carried a hint of sarcasm.

"You Shaolin monks haven't even cleaned up the shit under your own butts, yet you're in such a hurry to come out and save all living beings? How long ago was the Heroes' Gathering at Shaoshi Mountain?"

"Wasn't Xuanci the leader outside Yanmen Pass back then? Why was Qiao Feng forced to leave?"

Xu Zhu's pupils contracted; he hadn't expected this matter to be brought up again!

"Wasn't it Xuanci who caused the Xiao family's ruin and death back then, yet hid in Shaolin Temple as a high monk?"

"Also, I remember that Abbot Xuanci and Ye Erniang, one of the Four Evils, had a child. If I'm not mistaken, the child's name was Xuzhu?"

These words caused an uproar in the entire room!

Everyone present was completely stunned!

The Yanmen Pass Massacre!

The leader is Abbot Xuanci?!

Is the Shaolin abbot having an affair with Ye Erniang, one of the Four Evils, known for her wickedness?!

Although these events took place in the Southern Song Dynasty, people in the martial arts world love to gossip, and the stories had already spread far and wide.

If Xuanci hadn't been executed by the temple for setting an example, Shaolin would be despised by everyone now.

Knowing this is one thing, but no one dares to attack Shaolin monks so directly in their face.

"You...you...you, you, you're talking nonsense!"

Xu Zhu's face instantly turned pale, and even his voice changed tone.

These things are his greatest pain!

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Qin Han scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Then tell me, is Ye Erniang your biological mother? She snatches a baby every day to play with, and then kills it. Why is that?"

"Isn't it all about finding your son, the one with seven incense burner scars on his back?"

"Why don't you take off your clothes now and let everyone see what's on your back!"

Qin Han would not be afraid of Shaolin.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Xu Zhu could no longer endure this mental torture, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

They've completely lost their minds!

"You demon! How dare you tarnish the reputation of Buddhism! I will kill you!"

Xu Zhu let out a wild roar.

His monk's robe billowed as an extremely powerful and yang palm force gathered in his palm!

The Great Vajra Palm!

One of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts!

The fierce palm wind was aimed straight at Qin Han's face!

"Watch out, brother!"

Dong Tianbao's expression changed, and he was about to draw his knife and step forward.

But someone is faster than him.

"Hmph! Another bad guy who resorts to violence!"

A clear, crisp female voice rang out.

Ah Qing, who had been happily eating goat milk cake, suddenly stood up.

Her brows were furrowed, and her face was full of displeasure.

In her simple belief, a good person would not suddenly hit someone.

This monk is a bad person too!

As for what Qin Han just said?

Aren't those all things that have already happened?

They were just stating the facts.

Aqing casually broke off a leg from a broken chair next to her.

It was just an ordinary wooden stick.

He casually waved his hand at the surging golden palm print.

There was no sword energy, no light.

It was just that simple.

next second.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

The immense power of the Vajra Palm, strong enough to split stone tablets, vanished into thin air just three feet from Qin Han's face.

Xu Zhu felt as if he had been violently struck by a galloping horse.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards for more than ten feet.

Even more bizarrely, along the trajectory of his backward flight, there were clumps of scalp streaked with blood.

When he crashed to the ground, everyone stared in disbelief.

They all gasped in shock.

The incense scar on Xu Zhu's head looked as if something sharp had neatly shaved off a layer of his scalp!

Fresh blood was flowing down his bald head.

Aqing looked at the wooden stick in her hand, then at the monk in the distance who was clutching his head and screaming in agony, and tilted her head.

"Huh? Why didn't it break this time?"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The wind blew across the summit of Mount Tai, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold.

The leaders of the Golden Snake Camp, Chu Hongliu, Sha Tianguang, Cheng Qingzhu... every single one of them was on pins and needles.

Looking at the innocent-looking girl holding a wooden stick, and the man still handing pastries to the silly boy.

The last shred of hope, the last thought of competing, was utterly crushed into dust.

What's the point of arguing about this?!

This is not even a contest on the same level!

In this despairing silence.

Xia Qingqing and Zhu Meichu, the ninth princess of Wangwu Mountain, exchanged a glance.

In each other's eyes, they saw the resolve in each other.