Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

"The Great Snow Mountain lineage cultivates three channels and seven chakras, and the Golden Bell Monk is most famous for his Vajra Body. He cultivates the Lion, Vajra, Fearless, and Demon-Subduing Seals, making him extremely resilient."

The key issue is that he has powerful backers, a veritable hornet's nest. They can't kill him, and they can't kill him either.

Cheng Feiyan seemed to sense the doubt in Li Xin's heart.

He whispered something to himself.

Upon hearing this, Li Xin understood completely.

The opponent's most proficient technique is the Horizontal Golden Body Technique, which has cultivated the Great Vajra Body.

So, although I suffered a slight loss in the palm strike contest, I did not lose confidence.

He believed he still had a trump card up his sleeve, and that he wouldn't lose if he truly faced his master.

No wonder he can still act so arrogant even after losing a move.

Furthermore, Cheng Feiyan reminded Li Xin of a fact that was difficult to bear.

This era is not the new era of the previous life.

Those who are in charge are people who came from beyond the Great Wall...

The native Han Chinese either became slaves or wanted to become slaves but could not.

To put it bluntly, they're not even second-class citizens.

Second-class citizens, at least they are still considered citizens.

Here, ordinary people are nothing more than ants, livestock, consumables, and mud.

They were born to kneel at the feet of others.

And what about the monk?

He is clearly a master of the Great Snow Mountain Tantric lineage, a true and upright "state religion".

Once you're on the mountain, you're called a "Holy Master"; once you're off the mountain, you're called a "Buddha".

Where is Master Cheng Yuanhua?

He was just an old man without any official position who stayed in the countryside to teach martial arts.

In the eyes of most people in this era, the two sides are completely unequal in status.

The environment and lifestyle of the other party influence one's temperament and physical condition, allowing one to enjoy wealth and luxury.

My master lives a simple life, eating plain food and living a frugal life.

Even if he had some spare money, he mostly spent it on his disciples, so his life was far from affluent.

This vast difference between heaven and earth truly exists.

Even if he could fight, he wouldn't dare.

What an incredibly frustrating era!

No wonder the Qing family could act recklessly right at their doorstep, and both the government and local experts turned a blind eye.

In their eyes, as long as a dog is easy to use, comfortable to use, and obedient and sensible, it is a good dog and deserves protection.

As for whether it harms ordinary people? That's not a big deal.

……

The thought had just crossed Li Xin's mind.

A series of figures flashed past the side door, and the two rushed into the courtyard.

At the head of the group was a refined young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six, who held a long sword upside down.

I've met this Li Xin before.

For the first time, he looked out at the Bagua boxing arena of the Fire God Temple martial arts school from afar, where the refined and elegant senior brother of the Cheng family, Cheng Dalong, was teaching martial arts.

The other person speaks gently and patiently, which makes them instantly likable.

After meeting him once, Li Xin later became a follower of the Cheng family's Bagua (Eight Trigrams) and never saw him again.

I only heard from Senior Sister Feiyan that her eldest brother had gone to take care of something important.

I don't know why I happened to come back at this time.

Following behind him was his sixth senior brother, Teng Haodong.

He carried the mandarin duck axes in both hands, his forehead beaded with sweat.

He had tested his skills against Li Xin in the martial arts arena that day... and for the past few days he has been teaching his disciples basic boxing techniques in the arena.

He's already come over.

The martial arts practitioners naturally came as well.

However, those junior disciples were not inner disciples, so they did not enter the gate at this time.

They stood at a distance outside the door, anxiously watching the scene inside, their faces all looking rather grim.

……

Chapter Thirty-Six: Showing No Mercy

He saw that his son and apprentice had rushed back.

Then he saw the group of young disciples gathered not far from the entrance.

Cheng Yuanhua suddenly laughed.

He smiled with some relief and said softly, "Great monk, in my life, I have been wandering since childhood and am used to being humble and unassuming."

Normally, bowing slightly when meeting high-ranking officials or dignitaries wouldn't be difficult.

His expression turned solemn as he said this.

He raised his hands and bowed to the north, saying, "Back then, I was fortunate that my master did not despise my humble and weak appearance, and wholeheartedly taught me his unique skills. For twenty years, he helped me hone my boxing techniques."

Through my daily practice, I came to understand a principle.

Practicing martial arts is like being a person; they are essentially the same.

A heart ablaze like fire, a fist ablaze like fire; but if the knees bend, the fist weakens.

He changed the subject, his voice becoming sharp: "Great monk, I don't know if I can protect my disciple."

But I know that unless Master Wuchang Benyuan himself comes today, you may not be able to leave this place alive.”

"Well done, as expected of the master of Bagua in Nancheng, what spirit and skill you have."

Master Jinzhong's expression suddenly changed, and he laughed, "Since Master Cheng has opened a school to teach boxing, his disciples are all extraordinary."

It just so happens that I, a humble monk, have spent my leisure time nurturing disciples in the past.

Why don't we disciples from both sides test our skills a few times?

If this humble monk's disciple can still meet the Dharma's eye and gain a slight advantage, then perhaps we should ask Master Cheng to withdraw from the training ground and live in seclusion in the forest.

If your disciple is more skilled... this humble monk will have no further words and will turn and leave.

Who says monks don't cherish life and fear death?

If you're soft, I'll be hard; if you're hard, I'll be soft.

The monk with the golden bell in front of me has mastered this trick perfectly.

If things turn out badly, immediately change the subject and choose another way to suppress the opponent.

I suspect this monk also had his own opinion.

Judging from the way his eyes were darting around, I wondered what kind of mischief he was plotting.

Monk Jinzhong was indeed making plans;

Whether he could win in a life-or-death battle with Cheng Yuanhua was uncertain, but he might really die.

No need, really no need.

Cheng Yuanhua was not without connections.

There's also a grandmaster who founded a sect who's in seclusion at the Prince's mansion. Who knows if he's dead or not?

Even if he's dead, Yin Changshou, the chief martial arts instructor in the imperial court, is no pushover.

This is like pulling out one gourd and bringing out another; they've really pushed us to the brink.

If not handled properly, it could cause a lot of trouble.

This would give the foreign missionaries an opportunity to interfere in politics, which would be difficult to resolve later.

As he spoke, his left palm, which was swollen and red as blood behind his back, swayed slightly.

A tall, robust young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a brown monk's robe, stepped out from behind him.

This person has long, narrow eyebrows, a wide nose, and a broad mouth.

His muscles were like cast iron, with a faint metallic sheen.

The shoulders were embroidered with swastika patterns, and when he walked out, his legs were turned outwards... he swayed and staggered, appearing arrogant and disdainful of others.

“What Master Jinzhong said is absolutely right. Since your Bagua Boxing Academy has opened its doors to accepting disciples and passing on its skills, surely you can’t be teaching only good-for-nothings, right?”

If you can beat me, I'll let you go today. If you can't, kneel down and kowtow obediently.

"When I'm in a better mood, it's not impossible for me to ask my master to show you any leniency."

“Kid, even your master backed down and didn’t dare say a word. You’re spouting nonsense here, spewing filth... Be careful I don’t break all your dog teeth.”

I've never seen Cheng Feiyan win a fight.

She's never lost a verbal argument.

The moment he opened his mouth, the young man was so angry that his head was practically steaming and his face turned red.

"How dare you..."

He opened his mouth, so angry that he forgot his words.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted from outside the door in the distance.

These are the disciples...

He had clearly been angered earlier, but now that his senior sister had spoken, he immediately felt relieved.

"That Laha is just challenging the other's disciples, sparring a bit, why are you wasting your breath talking to them?"

Monk Jinzhong's face twitched, and his eyes showed some displeasure.

His eyes glanced at Cheng Feiyan, then at Li Xin, as if he were thinking about something.

"Fine, I'll fight."

Cheng Dalong said coldly.

“No, I’ll do it.” Cheng Feiyan raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice, “This person has swastikas and auspicious clouds tattooed on his shoulder. He is obviously a court warrior and must be proficient in wrestling and grappling.”

He also became a disciple of a monk from the Great Snow Mountain, practicing the Vajra Body Technique, and seems to have gained some skill. "Once you get entangled with him, you won't be easy to deal with, brother."

Although her words offended her older brother Cheng Dalong, in some ways they weren't wrong.

The opponent's martial arts style clearly indicates that he relies on hard fighting and grappling, using locks, hooks, and throws. He is also very tough and resilient.

In this situation, if Cheng Dalong were to fight him head-on, he probably wouldn't be able to win.

Once locked in close combat, the two will compete in strength and resilience, and the chances of survival are slim, making it difficult for anyone else to rescue them.

You can punch him three or four times without any problem; he can withstand it and won't be seriously injured.

However, if he throws you twice, you'll probably break your bones.

The best approach is naturally to use hit-and-run tactics, striking and retreating quickly, focusing on weaknesses.

In this respect, Cheng Feiyan is much better than Cheng Dalong.

"Let Feiyan take the lead, but proceed with caution... Seek no merit, only to avoid mistakes."

Cheng Yuanhua glanced at the gloomy-looking monk Jinzhong and said coldly.

"understood."