The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three muffled thuds rang out in succession. Before the monks could even see the hem of Lin Mu's clothes, they were struck in the chest by the force of his fists.

The manuals they carried scattered on the ground with a clatter, including a yellowed copy of "The Essentials of Prajna Palm," a "Powerful Vajra Finger Fist Manual" with a gold-embossed cover, and even a tattered fragment of "The Marrow Cleansing Classic."

The leading monk clutched his chest and was about to get up to call for help when Lin Mu was already there, his right foot lightly stepping on the monk's knee, which snapped with a "crack" and he fell to his knees with a scream.

"Master Ren, spare my life! I'm willing to offer up the secret manual, please..."

Lin Mu was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he placed his right hand on his shoulder and unleashed the Star Absorbing Technique.

"Ugh—!"

The monk let out a shrill scream, and the only remaining internal energy at the fifth level of the acquired realm within his body dried up instantly, like water being drained from a well.

His cheeks turned sallow at a visible speed, and his body went limp, collapsing to the ground like a lump of mud.

"Foolish! Even if I kill you all, the secret manual will still be mine."

As Lin Mu spoke, a flash of cold air appeared at his fingertips, and a blast of icy energy pierced precisely into his throat, abruptly stopping his scream.

The other monks were terrified at the sight, but they could not escape Lin Mu's clutches.

In just a few breaths, Lin Mu had absorbed all their internal energy, and then ended their lives with a single finger to their throats.

As Lin Mu picked up the scattered manuals and stepped into the library, a smell of burnt paper wafted towards him.

The three-story attic was in a mess: most of the bookshelves on the first floor had collapsed, and yellowed scriptures were scattered all over the floor, some trampled to pieces, and others were being licked by flames, making a sizzling sound.

The wooden staircase on the second floor broke in mid-air, and the burning beams crashed down, scattering sparks as they hit the ground; the window frame on the top floor had been burned through, and black smoke poured out of the window, condensing into a dark cloud in the night sky.

Lin Mu glanced around but did not see any reclusive masters like the "sweeping monk".

His gaze fell on the chaotic crowd, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

A dozen monks were scrambling around a sandalwood bookshelf, on which was a copy of "The General Outline of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts".

A tall, thin monk broke the iron chain on the bookshelf, trying to stuff the entire row of manuals into his robes, but was pushed aside by the fat monk next to him, causing him to stumble: "Ankong! This general outline should belong to my disciplinary hall! How dare you, a mere fire-headed monk, steal it?"

"Why should it belong to you?"

The tall, thin monk, not to be outdone, ripped the fat monk's robe in retaliation: "You usually hoard the offerings from worshippers and frequent brothels when you go down the mountain, and you still have the nerve to compete with me?"

The two started fighting on the ground, scattering their prayer beads all over the floor, which rolled to Lin Mu's feet.

"Thousands of monks and Buddhas perished in the bloodshed, and the extermination of sins and punishments was opened to the world."

"Demon Buddha, wicked monk, strange monk, every word and phrase is that of the ghost Buddha."

As soon as Lin Mu's voice rang out, he appeared in the crowd.

With a flick of his left hand, as if taking something from a bag, he precisely grabbed the wrist of the monk next to him.

Just as the monk was about to swing his dagger at Lin Mu's neck, he felt his internal energy surge into Lin Mu's body like a burst dam, flowing down his wrist. Before he could even hold on for half a breath, he was drained of all his internal energy and collapsed to the ground.

Lin Mu casually pushed him away, and the monk crashed into the burning bookshelf. His robes instantly caught fire, and his screams were swallowed by the thick smoke.

Lin Mu wandered through the library, and wherever he went, a monk would suffer.

Those whose internal energy has been drained can either have their heart meridian shattered with a single palm strike or their throat sealed with a single finger. The movements are fluid and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

Although these monks' internal strength was not particularly refined, it was better than nothing.

With each absorption, the true qi in Lin Mu's dantian became more solid, and the pale golden qi on his body surface became increasingly thick.

He could even clearly sense that the barriers of the "Invincible Vajra Divine Skill" were loosening, and given time, it would surely be mastered.

A moment later, Lin Mu's figure emerged from the top floor of the burning Sutra Pavilion.

A few sparks clung to his black robe, but they were instantly extinguished by his protective aura.

Behind them, the entire library had been completely engulfed by flames. The wooden beams of the three-story pavilion collapsed with a crash. Most of the martial arts manuals and Buddhist scriptures accumulated over a thousand years were reduced to ashes in the raging fire, leaving only the pungent smell of burning, which drifted away on the night wind.

Lin Mu did not stop.

He remembered that during his previous investigation, there was a hidden treasure trove in the back mountains of Shaolin.

That was where monks stored their wealth throughout the ages. It contained gold and silver donated by princes and nobles, treasures offered by devout men and women from all over the country, and even many rare medicinal herbs.

Now that we have annihilated Shaolin, we should naturally "return with a full load".

He followed the route he remembered and bypassed the Arhat Hall in the backyard.

The Arhat Hall was now completely empty, with only scattered Zen staffs and wooden fish on the ground, as well as the corpses of several martial monks. These were not killed by Lin Mu; it was likely caused by someone taking advantage of the chaos.

Lin Mu didn't stop walking; in a few leaps, he arrived in front of an inconspicuous secret room.

The door to the stone house has been opened.

The sounds of fierce arguing and fighting, mixed with the clinking of gold and silver, came from the basement.

Lin Mu stepped inside, and the scene before him made him raise an eyebrow slightly.

The interior of the treasure vault was several times more spacious than the library, and dozens of fist-sized luminous pearls were embedded in the walls, their cold light illuminating every detail of the wealth in the room.

On the left, silver was piled up into a small mountain, with the mint's mark still visible on its surface; on the right, a square tower made of gold bricks stood two meters high, gleaming with a warm golden light; in the corner were many mahogany boxes, some of which had been opened, filled with jewelry and utensils inlaid with pearls, jade, and rubies, and even a lotus crown made of pure gold, with sapphires inlaid on it the size of pigeon eggs.

In addition, there is a special secret room for storing medicinal herbs. The shelves are filled with rare medicinal herbs such as ginseng, lingzhi, and snow lotus. Among them is a 300-year-old wild ginseng with a thick root and complete hairs, which emits a faint medicinal fragrance.

Amidst this wealth, the remaining martial monks were grappling with a dozen or so monks who had taken advantage of the chaos to break in.

A young monk grabbed a handful of gold leaves and stuffed them into his robes, but a monk behind him grabbed his clothes, scattering the gold leaves all over the ground; a middle-aged monk was holding a string of cat's-eye stone necklaces when another monk held a dagger to his throat, and the two were locked in a stalemate.

The most ridiculous thing was an old monk who was carrying a pottery jar full of gold. He tried to escape but tripped over the threshold. The jar shattered, and the clattering sound of the gold ingots rolling down was more moving than any Buddhist chant, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"It's true what they say: people die for money, and birds die for food!"

Lin Mu flashed into the crowd.

The palm strike was as fast as lightning, slashing at the neck of a monk who was left behind. With a crisp "crack," the monk collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound, blood gushing from his neck and staining the gold bricks in front of him.

Seeing this, another monk threw a punch at Lin Mu's face. Lin Mu dodged to the side, his palm condensing an icy energy that he did not unleash. With just a gentle push, the monk crashed into the pile of silver like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood and dying.

Those monks who were vying for the treasure were no match for them.

Some tried to pick up the daggers on the ground to fight back, but Lin Mu grabbed their wrists and drained their inner strength; others were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy, but still could not escape the fate of being killed.

A moment later, only Lin Mu remained in the treasure vault.

The ground was littered with corpses and scattered treasures, and the cold light of the luminous pearl shining on the blood looked particularly eerie.

Looking at the room full of wealth, Lin Mu had a thought, and gold bricks, silver, gems, and medicinal herbs within a ten-meter radius continuously poured into the system space.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the treasure trove, which was originally filled with wealth, became empty, leaving only corpses and broken pottery jars scattered on the ground.

"Three million taels of silver, over ten thousand taels of gold, plus these precious medicinal herbs..."

Lin Mu sighed inwardly, "No wonder there were the 'Three Wu and One Zong' persecutions of Buddhism' in history. The wealth accumulated by Buddhism was so astonishing, how could it not tempt emperors?"

In fact, Shaolin's wealth extends far beyond this.

In addition to these cash and other assets, Shaolin also owns tens of thousands of acres of fertile land in Henan and Hebei, from which tenants pay hundreds of thousands of bushels of rent annually; and in prosperous places such as the capital and Luoyang, there are dozens of shops and martial arts schools.

Even more shockingly, Shaolin Temple was also secretly lending money at a monthly interest rate of five percent, and the annual interest income was more substantial than the tax revenue of some wealthy prefectures.

Shaolin has its own full granaries, so why should it care about the poor going hungry?

Compared to these enlightened monks, Huang Shiren was a great good citizen!

However, now, all the gold and silver accumulated by Shaolin have become Lin Mu's spoils of war.

"Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who build bridges and roads leave no trace; the ancients were truly wise!"

Chapter 32: Ren Woxing, who still has to take the blame even after he's dead.

By the time Lin Mu plundered the wealth, Shaolin Temple had already fallen into chaos.

Occasionally, you can see some women fleeing. It's hard to tell whether they are female bodhisattvas who have come to make offerings or women who have been forcibly taken there.

"Buddha fears the cause, sentient beings fear the effect; it is difficult to distinguish who is right and who is wrong."

Whether it's joy or sorrow, separation or reunion, good or evil, it all passes by in the blink of an eye.

Whether this world is a blessing or a curse, if it is a curse, one cannot escape it.

The Buddha said that everything in the world has a cause and effect; you reap what you sow…

Lin Mu hummed a little tune and used his superb lightness skill to leap out of the Shaolin Temple's walls like a bird flying into the forest.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, Lin Mu glanced back at the ancient temple, which was ablaze with red light, and sighed slightly.

It's estimated that things will be chaotic around Mount Song for a while.

Lin Mu burned the Shaolin Temple's IOUs and bills, distributed some of the land deeds to the local people, and gave away a million taels of silver, considering it an act of accumulating merit and doing good deeds.

It took Lin Mu several days to finally get away and head to Mount Hua.

During this time, I sorted out the Shaolin manuals I had obtained. There were more than twenty Shaolin skills that were still in good condition, while most of the others were incomplete.

Lin Mu only practiced four of them: Lion's Roar, Dragon Claw Hand, Formless Finger, and Mighty Vajra Leg.

Lion's Roar is a sonic skill, belonging to the category of crowd control skills. The deeper one's internal energy, the stronger the roar.

The Dragon Claw Hand technique has been refined over thousands of years by numerous masters of the Shaolin School. It is simple, easy to learn, allows for rapid progress, and has remarkable effects.

With fingers bent like claws and powerful force, they are specifically designed to break enemy joints and dislocate tendons and bones, thus compensating for the weakness in close combat outside of boxing techniques.

The "Formless Finger" technique uses finger strength as fine as a cow's hair, capable of injuring enemies from a distance; the "Mighty Vajra Leg" technique uses powerful and fierce leg techniques, making up for the shortcomings of the lower body with strong offensive methods.

As for the other Shaolin skills, Lin Mu only glanced at them briefly, learned about the hand gestures and magical techniques, and then put them into his personal space.

The progress in mastering these skills is far slower than that of mastering the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique".

Even practicing the Yi Jin Jing for a year wouldn't be as effective as practicing the Bi Xie Sword Technique for two months in terms of improving Lin Mu's skills.

With the [Negative Reversal System], the most suitable martial arts for Lin Mu are still those with huge side effects.

Just as Lin Mu was heading to Mount Hua.

News of the Shaolin Temple robbery is spreading rapidly throughout the martial arts world.

Inside the Huashan Sect's council hall, Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, Linghu Chong, and others gathered together, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed to drip water.

A surviving Shaolin monk sat in a corner, his hands still trembling, his voice hoarse as he recounted the horrific events of that night.

"That old devil Ren knew the Star Absorbing Technique and had also cultivated an extremely yin and cold fist force. The abbot, Chief Abbot Fang Tong... all had their internal energy drained by him. Shaolin Temple was burned down, and countless fellow disciples died or were injured..."

"What did you say? Master Fang Zheng too..."

Ning Zhongze's face turned deathly pale, and she exclaimed in shock, "The Shaolin Temple's thousand-year foundation has been destroyed by the hands of one person?"

Yue Buqun frowned, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the thumb ring, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"I never imagined that this fiend, after lying dormant for twelve years, would destroy Shaolin with a single move. If this demon is not eliminated, the martial world will never be at peace!"

The news of Shaolin's destruction truly terrified Yue Buqun.

The reputation of Shaolin as a leading force in the martial arts world is not just empty boasting; it comes from solid achievements.

Even if the Five Mountains Sword Sects were combined, they might not be a match for Shaolin. Master Fangzheng is a top-tier master recognized by the martial arts world, ranking among the top three in the entire martial arts world.

With such a powerful force wiped out, Huashan, reduced to a second-rate sect, how could it possibly withstand Ren Woxing?

Yue Buqun considered posting a martial arts notice to unite righteous masters and eliminate Ren Woxing.

Or will he run away with his wife and apprentice?

……

In a teahouse in Luoyang.

The two bodyguards were whispering among themselves: "Have you heard? Shaolin Temple has been destroyed by Ren Woxing! That demon has now mastered great martial arts, and even Abbot Fangzheng couldn't stop him!"

"real or fake?"

"Who knows! All the major sects are now closed, so we should stop doing business with our escort agency to avoid running into that demon and losing all our cultivation!"

Inside the inn, the usually boisterous travelers were now all silent, afraid to speak loudly while eating, and turning off the lights early at night, lest they attract the attention of "Ren Woxing".

In some places, rumors of "Ren Woxing is coming" were so frightening that martial arts practitioners would flee overnight.

The name "Ren Woxing" became the most terrifying symbol in the martial arts world overnight, and people in the martial arts world turned pale at the mere mention of it.

at the same time.

On Blackwood Cliff, deep within the embroidered pavilion.