I am Jinshan Youxia

"Brother Zhang, you really are..." He quickly realized that this was an attempt to persuade him to use force to solve the problem.

He has always hated using force to solve problems.

Zhang Chengyi laughed and said, "Go back to sleep. Since you want to ask me how to deal with them, then I'll leave them to you to manage."

"Qiao Feng, Great Hero Qiao, are you ready?"

Chapter 55 Going to the docks to get some fries

Is Qiao Feng ready?

Of course he didn't, but Zhang Chengyi gave him no chance to react. After briefly discussing with him how to train for actual combat and asking for a combat manual, he quietly left a few days later one afternoon with Su Xinghe, the Eight Friends of Hangu, and the captured monks of Tianlong Temple.

This matter must not be disclosed to outsiders.

Although he considered himself the strongest in Suzhou, he couldn't fight against overwhelming odds. If ten thousand people were determined to run away, he couldn't control them all.

Zhang Chengyi, however, could.

People whose fates have been completely changed, whose lives have been saved, and who have been given power are filled with a deep-seated fear of a 'god' who has been transformed from a clay sculpture into a real person and who seems to be omnipotent.

Especially when someone caused trouble after gaining power, Zhang Chengyi would casually crush that person to death in public, and then no one would do anything out of line again.

Suzhou still needs someone who can keep things under control for a short period of time, even if that person has already left.

After Zhang Chengyi left, Qiao Feng suddenly returned to the high spirits he had when he was the leader of the Beggars' Sect. He spoke privately with the Beggars' Sect disciples and brought these former subordinates who had long wanted to follow him back into his ranks.

He then replaced all the instructors of the poisoned people in Suzhou with Beggar Clan disciples, purged Murong Clan's subordinates one by one from the center of power, crippled those with bad records, and led his men to deal with the Xiang Army and Imperial Guards invited by high-ranking officials...

He did many things, changed many people's lives, and stopped most of the ignorant strongmen from entering the martial arts world, which was no different from a small pond.

Amidst so many changes, he too is being slowly transformed.

Given the injustice of the world, should we really restrain ourselves from using force to change anything?

He didn't know, but everything was changing silently. Many people disappeared in the rolling tide of the times, while even more people appeared before him.

Many years later, in the dead of night, he would always recall that night and the last few words he exchanged with Zhang Chengyi.

"And you, what do you really want?"

"Let's go to the dock and get some fries."

"..."

"Just kidding." After saying that, Zhang Chengyi patted his shoulder and said, "What I want is probably much more than you think, it's just that you haven't seen my desires yet."

"Keep going. I'm just passing through. This is just for fun. I'll come back someday."

"When I come back, I hope I can still see a Master Qiao."

Qiao Feng kept thinking about Zhang Chengyi's nonchalant gaze, and soon realized the truth—

When you're bored and tearing up some biscuits to feed ants, what do you want from them?

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Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The bell rang continuously, and hundreds of monks quickly gathered in the Mahavira Hall at the summons of the bell. Before long, all of the more than a thousand monks in the temple had arrived.

Of course, this only applies to monks with assigned numbers and who practice martial arts; other monks who are temporarily staying at the temple or do not practice martial arts are not included in the summons by the bell.

The monks were arranged according to their seniority, and everything was in perfect order. In the huge Mahavira Hall, with so many monks, no sound could be heard except for the sound of the bell, which shows how strict the discipline of the Shaolin monks is.

"Oh, is this a welcome gift for me?"

A slightly flippant voice drifted into the hall, and then, with the sound of sleeves rustling through the air, the owner of the voice flew over the heads of the monks and calmly landed on the Buddha statue.

The newcomer was dressed in a gray outfit. He was a man in his thirties with his hair casually tied up. Strands of long hair fell freely on both sides of his face. He was not particularly handsome, but his temperament was unforgettable. His eyes, full of ease and laughter, practically etched the words "lawless" onto his face.

He sat on the Buddha statue's shoulder, one hand around the Buddha's head, and curiously reached out to tap it.

"Ta-da!"

"Haha, it really is gold! Whoever takes this home will be rich!" The voices echoed throughout the hall.

Most of the monks looked angry, but due to the precepts, they dared not utter a sound.

"Clang!"

After the last three bell tolls, Abbot Xuanci and five senior monks of the Xuan generation emerged from the rear hall. They appeared unhurried, but their steps unconsciously became a little longer.

There was no way around it; the distinguished guest was practically riding on the Buddha's head.

"Namo Shakyamuni Buddha!" ​​The six high-ranking officials of Shaolin Temple chanted the Buddha's name in unison.

"Namo Shakyamuni Buddha!"

The thousands of monks, as if they had rehearsed, chanted the Buddha's name just half a second behind, their voices echoing in the hall, making the scene extremely solemn and dignified.

It was more like a show of force.

The man holding the Buddha statue picked at his ear with his finger, then casually wiped his finger on the Buddha's head and said, "Sorry, I didn't bring Qiao Feng and Murong Fu with me. They are still in Suzhou City."

"Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are also over there."

"Hey, now that they've reunited, shouldn't I also get some merit? What do you say, Abbot Xuanci?"

Xuan Ci stared at the Buddha head, which he couldn't tell if it had been smeared with dirt. His years of self-control were starting to crumble, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Benefactor Zhang, what important matter has brought you here today?"

More than half a year ago, at the Heroes' Gathering at Jingfu Temple, the other party extended an invitation, and Shaolin Temple began preparations.

What followed was a major event in Suzhou, and rumors circulated widely in the martial arts world. Some said that the wandering knights of Jinshan led Qiao Feng in rebellion against the imperial court; others said that Murong was a descendant of the Xianbei and had joined forces with the people of the Western Xia Yipintang to overthrow the Han dynasty; still others said that the Old Monster of Xingxiu, Ding Chunqiu, had created a rare poison that nearly killed an entire city...

In short, there are all sorts of rumors. The takeover of Suzhou by the Beggars' Sect and the Murong Clan attracted the attention of the imperial court. Moreover, the deaths of a large number of powerful officials and government personnel, and the capture of more than 2,000 imperial guards in the vicinity, directly led the imperial court to make the decision to quell the rebellion.

As a result, a little over a month ago, before the army that was suppressing the rebellion even reached the walls of Suzhou, they were captured by dozens of people.

Such explosive news spread throughout the land in an instant. Regardless of any previous rumors, Suzhou City had now truly committed an act of rebellion.

Zhang Chengyi, who is inextricably linked to Suzhou, is naturally the number one rebel in the world.

Who made everyone in Suzhou worship this 'deity'?

Xuanci didn't know where the immortals were, but he knew one thing: Shaolin Temple absolutely could not get involved with the thieves in front of him.

"Where is Xu Zhu? Which one is Xu Zhu?"

Zhang Chengyi sat astride the Buddha statue like a giant monkey, looking around and asking questions.

Upon hearing this, the monks stirred. Immediately afterwards, several people in the rows of monks with the character "Xu" in their names looked at a young monk with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a flat nose, protruding ears, and an ugly appearance.

The young monk, somewhat uneasy, clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and closed his eyes.

"Ha, you're Xu Zhu?"

Zhang Chengyi watched with interest. "Your parents are quite handsome and beautiful, so how come you're such a disappointment? Tsk, could it be because your parents committed too many sins?"

Chapter 56 Who do you think is in charge here?

Me, my parents?

Xu Zhu raised his head blankly and looked at the man sitting on the Buddha statue.

Even though he was attacked for his appearance, he didn't seem angry. I don't know if he was too honest or just naturally weak.

"It's boring."

Zhang Chengyi felt like he had poked a ball of cotton. After complaining, he was a little embarrassed, so he skipped the topic of Xu Zhu and said, "Hand over all the martial arts of your Shaolin Temple, such as the Yi Jin Jing, Shen Zu Jing, and the Seventy-Two Arts."

His purpose in coming here, besides the six people of the Xuan generation and the sweeping monk, was to acquire the vast martial arts secrets of Shaolin Temple.

During his time back at Leigu Mountain from Jiangnan, in addition to practicing external martial arts and training in combat when he had no internal strength and low physical condition, he also sent the Eight Friends of Hangu to search for martial arts all over the world.

He wasn't practicing for his own sake. With his talent, he would waste countless hours trying to practice on his own. In that time, he could have traveled to other worlds and probably become a superhuman.

My main goal is to contribute to the advancement of martial arts.

After all, he'll come back to see it someday. Maybe he'll see the world of Tianlong transform from low-level martial arts to mid-level or high-level martial arts? Or perhaps, like in Huang Yi's novels, martial arts can be cultivated to a certain level, allowing one to break through the void and travel to other worlds.

The martial arts world is rife with the tendency for sects to hoard their treasures, so collecting them from Leigu Mountain might be a good thing. However, because of the treasures in Langhuan Jade Cave, Leigu Mountain has very few martial arts skills, so the search for martial arts skills did not attract much attention in the martial arts world.

The six members of the Xuan generation were stunned. Who would openly and legitimately ask Shaolin for all the martial arts manuals?

"Amitabha Buddha, don't you think you're being too greedy, benefactor?"

The eminent monk Xuandu, skilled in the art of finger-picking, stepped forward and spoke.

There was no other way; someone had to speak up. Even if they were no match for the rebel leader in front of them, they couldn't just surrender. Everyone in Shaolin Temple was watching. Who knew if they would surrender today, and tomorrow the imperial guards would surround the temple gates?

Zhang Chengyi glanced at Xuan Du and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, you guys are coming with me too."

Before he could finish speaking, the Buddha statue suddenly went empty. Xuan Ci, who was the most skilled in martial arts, reacted immediately to the enemy's approach. Before he could make a move, several major acupoints around his body went numb, and his body stiffened on the spot.

"One-Finger Divine Skill?!" he blurted out.

All six monks of the Xuan generation were instantly struck on pressure points.

Zhang Chengyi casually patted the bald man next to him, as if showing off a new toy, and said, "How about it? I got it from Tianlong Temple. Not bad, right?"

The bald head was slapped repeatedly, and he actually found the feel quite nice, so he slapped it again.

Xuanji, the head of the Discipline Hall who was slapped on the head, was always calm and composed. After being humiliated like this, he could only sigh softly.

"A calamity, a calamity."

"Form the Arhat Formation!"

The Shaolin disciples were filled with excitement and seemed ready to swarm forward.

"Disciples, step back." Xuan Ci's voice, though weakened by the loss of internal energy, was still incredibly effective. The monks stopped in their tracks and surrounded the thief and the six Xuan-generation monks.

"You're smart enough to know what's good for you." Zhang Chengyi chuckled, raised his hand and pointed. With the support of his boundless internal energy, the Six Meridians Divine Sword almost became a six-meridian Gatling gun, with transparent sword energy gushing out. In less than a second, it pierced the high dome of the Great Buddha Hall with a dense array of holes like a honeycomb.

Even if an ordinary person had enough internal energy, their meridians would not be able to withstand such a mobilization of internal energy. However, his physique was also maxed out, and it was perfectly matched with his internal energy. In a short period of time, a huge amount of true energy was transformed into sword energy and shot out. At most, his elbows and fingers would feel a little sore, and there would be no aftereffects.

The Six Meridian Divine Sword is difficult for others to cultivate, but it is no challenge for him. It is a martial art that mainly relies on internal energy. As for why Tianlong Temple keeps the Six Meridian Divine Sword on a shelf, the reason in the novel is clear: "In this end times, martial arts have declined, and no one can cultivate such strong and profound internal energy."

The same applies to techniques like One Finger Zen; they require more internal strength than skill, and in his hands, a master of manipulation, they are like a fish in water.

The hall was completely silent.

Patches of sunlight fell on the ground, on the bald heads, and on the blank expressions of the monks.