Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

The night sky was dark, the weather was freezing cold, and the mountains were covered in silver snow.

But the Zen temple where the "Scripture Repository" is located is brightly lit.

The Library has never been so bustling since its establishment.

Apart from the deceased second son, Xinmei, and the seventh son, Xinjian, all the other members of the "Seven Sons of the First Seat" were present.

Even Bai Xiaosheng and Chu Liuxiang were alarmed and rushed over together.

Among them, Bai Xiaosheng was the most excited.

Because Xin Jian, who conspired with him to steal the scriptures and secret manuals, was killed, he lost his undercover agent in Shaolin.

How to continue stealing the secret manuals became a major headache for him.

Just then, something happened at the 'Scripture Pavilion'. If we could seize the opportunity to steal the secret manual, we might be able to accomplish our goal in one fell swoop.

When everyone rushed into the courtyard, they saw corpses lying all over the ground.

Meanwhile, the third monk, Xin Jing, is confronting a stranger.

Xinhu spoke first, asking:

"Third Brother, what happened? Who is this person?"

Before Xin Jing could reply, Bai Xiaosheng spoke first, his expression sinister:

"This person killed so many Shaolin disciples; he is utterly ruthless."

"He must have been discovered by Master Xinjing while stealing the scriptures and was caught here."

"Perhaps this person was also responsible for the theft of the scriptures before."

"Such an audacious person, esteemed masters, you must not let him escape."

Labeling others is his usual tactic; even if the facts are not true, he can still turn white into black.

Although his words differed from the facts, the eyewitnesses did not correct him.

Upon hearing this, Lianxing, disguised as a burly monk, clenched her fists tightly and raised her eyebrows.

It was because of this treacherous and cunning Bai Xiaosheng that Afei was being hunted down.

This person actually dared to come and annoy her, which made Lianxing so angry that the murderous intent in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Following Bai Xiaosheng's words, all the Shaolin members present looked at Lianxing with hostility.

Sparks flew between the two sides, and a palpable sense of impending doom hung in the air.

In the silence, a soft rustling of clothes in the wind suddenly broke the silence.

A dozen or so figures poured in from outside the Zen temple, all of them bald monks, clearly there to surround the 'Scripture Pavilion'.

Upon seeing these disciples arrive, the guardian of the pavilion, Xin Jing, gave the following command:

"Watch out over there by the rubble; there are two more people there. Don't let either of them escape!"

It was only then that Xinhu and the others noticed that there was a bald man rummaging through something in the corner of the wall.

The fourth brother, Heart Candle, and the sixth brother, Heart Lamp, exchanged a glance and rushed over.

Lianxing felt a sudden urgency.

Not only because they wanted to harm Xingnu, but more importantly, Afei's fate was still unknown.

If the monk finds her first and uses that to threaten her, it will be an extremely troublesome situation.

She suddenly mustered her inner energy, intending to save him, but the Heart Mirror had already circled around and blocked her path.

Lianxing's eyes were practically spitting fire with rage, and her voice was colder than ice as she said:

"Get out of my way if you don't want to die!"

Xin Jing seemed not to hear her words at all, and clasped her hands together, reciting a Buddhist chant:

"Amitabha."

"Since you dare to come today, this old monk will take you in on behalf of Buddha!"

He glared at her, stepped back, and clenched his fists, clearly ready to attack Lianxing.

Just then, a startled cry was heard:

"Be careful!"

A sword emerged from the rubble.

The sword shone with a Buddha-like light, so bright that the sword's original appearance was obscured.

There was no one wielding the sword, as if the sword itself could fly!

The sword was drawn and pierced straight towards the Heart Candle and Heart Lamp.

The two were shocked and stopped in their tracks, retreating backward.

The moment the sword appeared, the chief's eyes widened.

The Buddha-like light on the sword was clearly a unique effect of the "Bodhi Sword Technique," one of the "Five Great Skills of Shaolin," when used!

The saying goes that monks are compassionate, and whether it's true or not, they must at least put on a good show.

Therefore, the martial arts that monks learn are mostly fist and foot techniques, and at most they use a few sticks or staffs as weapons.

Such a chilling and murderous sword technique is rarely practiced by monks.

But what's even stranger is that it's clearly a flying sword!

However, the "Bodhi Sword Technique" does not contain any technique of "controlling the sword with qi".

Xin Hu found it utterly incomprehensible. Even as the head of the Northern Shaolin Temple, he had never seen such bizarre martial arts.

Moreover, in the past hundred years, neither the Southern nor the Northern schools have ever heard of any Shaolin disciples practicing this sword technique.

The golden flying sword shone brightly, its magnificent aura almost blinding.

Startled, Xinzhu and Xindeng thought they were no match for the enemy and forgot to defend themselves, focusing only on running away.

"Amitabha!"

A loud Buddhist chant rang out.

Xinhu, enveloped in golden light, stood in front of the flying sword, while Xinzhu and Xindeng, as if seeing a savior, hid behind him.

With a "ding," the flying sword returned immediately upon contact.

Xinhu paused for a moment, then felt annoyed.

He had initially thought that the seemingly formidable "Bodhi Sword Technique" would be extremely difficult to deal with.

To his surprise, when the sword struck his protective "Golden Bell Shield," he felt it was only at the fifth or sixth level of power.

This sword strike was clearly just a deception, intended to scare away the Heart Candle and Heart Lamp.

Suddenly, his heart sank, and he thought to himself:

"not good!"

Since this flying sword was not used at full power, it means that the enemy's target was not him.

He turned around abruptly and saw a smiling, fat monk standing where he had been standing.

However, the monk was still holding someone in his hand.

The person being coerced was Xinshu, the fifth of the "Seven Sons of the First Seat".

Because he was a latecomer to martial arts, Xinshu's skills, while stronger than those of ordinary disciples, were still inferior to those of his six fellow disciples.

In addition, his special status made him the junior brother whom Xin Hu valued most among his fellow disciples.

Therefore, if you want to control the Heart Lake, taking hostage the Heart Tree is the most correct choice.

Every step the fat monk planned was something Xinhu desperately needed to save, making Xinhu feel powerless and helpless.

Xinhu couldn't help but wonder to himself, who exactly is this person?

Xinhu glanced back at Xinjing and asked:

"Who is this person?"

The monk Xin Jing's eyes widened in disbelief.

The fat monk had clearly been hit squarely by his iron fist, yet he acted as if nothing had happened.

He knew this man must have practiced some kind of martial arts, because when his fist struck, it felt like hitting a steel plate.

But to be able to move freely after taking a punch like this is something even someone with the "Golden Bell Shield" technique wouldn't have.

Upon hearing Xinhu's question, he quickly put his hands together in prayer and replied:

"Senior Brother, this person just entered the 'Scripture Pavilion' and I recognized his identity, which is why we fought."

"This person appears to be the mastermind among the three, but..."

Xin Jing could hardly believe his eyes, and he glanced at the fat monk again.

Xinhu was getting impatient. What time was it? Why was she still hesitating?

He asked decisively:

"What exactly happened?"

The Heart Mirror could only reply:

"When we fought just now, I punched him with all my might, but now he..."

At this point, Xin Jing fell silent.