socalfunplaces Chapter 45: A Stunning Victory Repels the Enemy!
Chapter 45: A Stunning Victory Repels the Enemy!
huh~~~
Zhong Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air.
Put away the Heart King Sutra.
He gained a lot from this day's practice. If given three to five months, his internal strength would definitely undergo a tremendous change.
Then.
He walked quickly to the window, opened a crack, and looked down.
Below, outside the Sutra Repository, a group of Shuanglin Temple warrior monks were fighting with a group of people.
The group of people were dressed in dark, close-fitting outfits with cloud and goose patterns on the cuffs. Each of them held a long sword, and their swordsmanship was impressive and their techniques were similar, almost identical.
Not far away.
There was a person dressed in a purple round-necked, narrow-sleeved robe, holding a folding fan in his hand.
The man looked to be in his early thirties, with fair skin and an air of nobility.
He doesn't look like an ordinary江湖 (jianghu) figure at all; he seems more like an official of the imperial court.
The man stood in front of the courtyard gate of the library, fanning himself with a folding fan, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he were watching a good show.
At this time.
From that side door.
The white-haired and beardless Venerable Miaoguang, flanked by two middle-aged monks, strode over with a hurried expression and a staff in hand.
Standing beneath the Sutra Repository, he shouted loudly at the purple-robed man at the main entrance.
"Young Master Yan!"
"You forced your way into my temple's scripture pavilion!"
"What exactly is your intention?"
The monk's robes were somewhat disheveled, and his body was covered with some ash.
A cold glint flashed deep within his eyes.
Upon hearing this, the man in purple robes flashed a hint of disdain on his face. He waved his folding fan and said softly, "Miaoguang!"
"Do you really not know why I have come to Shuanglin Temple?"
"If you were to offer up that Water-Fire Pearl with both hands today..."
"That concludes today's matter."
"Otherwise, just because your Shuanglin Temple harbors remnants of the Maitreya Sect, this government can deal with the entire Shuanglin Temple as traitors."
Upon hearing this, the monk Miaoguang took a deep breath.
"Yan Xingzhou!"
"Don't think that just because you're a member of the Imperial City Guard, you can act with impunity!"
"Right now, Master Guanxin of Daxiangguo Temple is right outside the temple!"
"If you were to harm my Shuanglin Temple today, this matter would surely reach the palace, and you would certainly not escape unscathed!"
Upon hearing this, the man in purple robes raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, "What can the Venerable Master Guanxin do even if he's here?"
"Our Imperial City Guard punishes villains and bandits according to the law. If he dares to interfere, he is tantamount to colluding with traitors."
The old monk Miaoguang snorted coldly.
"Okay, okay!"
"Since you insist on forcing me, then this humble monk will experience the silkworm-molting technique of the Yan family!"
Wow!
next moment.
Suddenly, the old monk Miaoguang leaped up, wielding his staff, and swept across the air, aiming directly at the purple-robed man at the courtyard gate.
This strike was powerful and heavy, with a majestic momentum.
It seems to possess the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.
The man in purple robes remained calm, glancing at the man out of the corner of his eye before closing his folding fan.
Pass it forward!
boom!
A surge of incredibly powerful true energy erupted from his body, passing through the folding fan and striking the staff that the old monk Miaoguang was swinging.
The Venerable Master Miaoguang held his Zen staff, and his internal energy surged.
His body remained suspended in mid-air for three breaths.
The moment he exchanged blows with the man in purple robes, he felt a tremendous force.
Immediately.
The purple-robed man swept his folding fan a few times, and then, like a butterfly, he took flight.
With graceful movements, she once again brandished her folding fan and engaged in a fierce battle with the monk Miaoguang.
The monk Miaoguang held his staff, his movements were expansive and powerful, each move carrying the potential to kill.
But the man in purple robes was able to easily and effortlessly deal with the monk Miaoguang's staff with just a folding fan.
In just a few breaths.
The two had already exchanged more than thirty blows.
The purple-robed man's movements were truly extraordinary, dazzling the eye. He leaped into the air like a fluttering butterfly, flitting among the flowers.
At first, the monk Miaoguang was able to intimidate people with his power, but the further he went, the more difficult it became for him to catch the figure of the purple-robed man with his staff.
They couldn't even touch the clothes of the man in the purple robe.
huh~~~
Just then.
The purple-robed man swept over the head of the monk Miaoguang, turned around and danced, and suddenly three silver needles shot out from his folding fan.
Monk Miaoguang was unable to dodge in time.
The three silver needles struck him directly in the back of the heart.
The internal energy within his body immediately stagnated, causing the staff to fall to the ground. Under the force of the impact, even the bluestone slab was shattered.
The old monk Miaoguang's face turned ashen. He quickly pressed several acupoints on the man's body, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and stared intently at the man in purple robes.
"I never imagined you had already mastered the [Butterfly Loves Flowers] technique. No wonder Yan Ying put you in charge of the Imperial City Guard."
"This humble monk has lost."
"But it's absolutely impossible for you to take the Water and Fire Pearl."
"The Water-Fire Pearl is the most precious treasure of Shuanglin Temple. Emperor Wu of Liang, Xiao Yan, entrusted this treasure to Master Fu."
"It's been over four hundred years!"
"Even if I die by your hand today, I will never hand over the most precious treasure of my Shuanglin Temple to someone like you."
The man in purple robes landed lightly and gracefully.
He unfolded the folding fan in his hand again and gently waved it.
Upon hearing the words of the old monk Miaoguang, a cold smile crept across his face.
"Wonderful light."
"Do you think this government office would believe it can obtain the Water-Fire Pearl from you?"
"You underestimate me!"
Just then.
Suddenly, a white figure flew from the mountains behind the Sutra Repository and landed on the roof of the Sutra Repository.
The man had white hair and beard, wore a white robe, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
He shouted down at the old monk Miaoguang, "Miaoguang!"
"Hand over the Water and Fire Pearls, and I'll spare your life!"
"Otherwise... Shuanglin Temple will inevitably suffer the same fate as Yuelin Temple!"
The old monk Miaoguang looked up and saw the white figure standing on the top of the pagoda, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Bai Lixiao!"
"You traitor, you deserve a terrible death!"
The white-robed old man let out a whoosh and, like a white dragon, leaped down.
It flew directly towards the old monk Miaoguang, its right hand transforming into a claw, landing on the old monk's head.
The old monk Miaoguang was shot into his body by the three silver needles, and his true energy could no longer circulate, making it difficult for him to exert any strength.
There was no way to avoid it.
The white-robed old man turned around, placed one hand on the head of the old monk Miaoguang, and said in a fierce but inwardly stern voice, "Miaoguang!"
"Do you think I wouldn't know where the Water and Fire Pearls are hidden if you didn't tell me?"
Wow!
next moment.
Suddenly, the white-robed old man landed on the ground and winked at the old monk Miaoguang.
Then, he let out a loud shout.
"Miaoguang!"
"I'm giving you one last chance!"
As they were talking.
He raised his hand, and a pill from his sleeve was flicked directly into the hand of the old monk Miaoguang.
The Venerable Master Miaoguang understood immediately and shouted angrily.
"Bai Lixiao, kill me if you dare!"
next moment.
But then the white-robed old man turned around, his face solemn, and walked towards the purple-robed man.
"Young Master of the Imperial Household."
"That bald monk Miaoguang refuses to utter a word."
"It seems that the only option is..."
The old man in the white robe hadn't even finished speaking.
The others had already walked up to the man in the purple robe.
Suddenly, the white-robed old man made a move, raising his hand to form a claw and attacking the purple-robed man who was watching the show while fanning himself with a folding fan.
Upon seeing this, the purple-robed man's expression changed, and he shouted urgently, "Bai Lixiao, are you courting death?"
The white-robed elder ignored everything, slashing out with both claws, flashing white light, aiming directly at the purple-robed man's chest.
The man in white robes was extremely fast.
The man in purple robes could only raise his folding fan to block.
However, the folding fan was still torn to shreds by the white-robed man's claws!
but.
That is, in this very instant.
This gave the man in purple robes a chance to catch his breath.
The man in the purple robe touched the ground with his toes and slid backward.
Then he leaped up and launched a counterattack against the white-robed old man.
With each swing of his hands, he displayed remarkable dexterity, exuding an air of elegance rather than aggression.
In contrast, the white-robed elder's claws were sharp and his attacks were formidable.
The two fought.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten moves had already been exchanged.
The white-robed old man's claw technique was clearly extraordinary, and his lightness skill and movement were also remarkable.
This forced the man in the purple robe to retreat repeatedly.
At this moment, the man in purple robes suddenly rose up and circled around the eaves of the scripture pavilion.
Then, he leaped onto the roof of the first floor of the library.
The old man in white robes pursued relentlessly.
Below, the old monk Miaoguang, who was originally injured and whose true energy was blocked, now had a pill in his hand.
As the old monk Miaoguang put the pill into his mouth, he felt the stagnant true energy in his body begin to loosen slightly.
He immediately began to regulate his breathing and internal energy.
there.
The white-robed elder relentlessly pursued the purple-robed man.
The man in purple robes leaped up again, running along the eaves of the outer wall of the scripture pavilion towards the upper floor.
soon.
It then appeared on the eaves outside the fourth floor.
At this time.
Zhong Yuan, who had been watching the play for a long time in the fourth-floor pavilion, opened the window and jumped out.
A sword was thrust out, aimed directly at the purple-robed man's back.
The purple-robed man's expression changed as he suddenly felt a murderous intent approaching from behind.
His body suddenly bent to the left at an incredible angle.
He barely dodged Zhong Yuan's fatal sword strike.
Zhong Yuan frowned; his sword strike had been timed perfectly.
But just now, the purple-robed man's body was able to twist in a way that ordinary people could not imagine.
Who exactly is this man in purple robes? His martial arts techniques are truly extraordinary.
He observed the situation in the pavilion for a while and had already discerned the true state of affairs.
The white-robed old man must be a member of the Ming Cult, and of a high status at that.
His martial arts skills are far superior to Miao Guang's.
It even forced the purple-robed man to dodge.
Just now, he heard the monk Miaoguang address the man in purple robes as "Young Master Yan".
He remembered that day, when he was at Bangyuan Cave.
Before Zuo Qiankun died, he also mentioned "Yan Shaofu".
They said that [Yan Shaofu] promised to build a temple and sculpt a golden statue for the Mingzun.
The purple-robed man before them should be the "Young Master Yan" that Zuo Qiankun mentioned.
Moreover, according to what the Venerable Master Miaoguang said, this "Prefect Yan" is in charge of the Imperial City Guard.
After the failure of the Dongping King Wang Ze's uprising, the most ruthless thing to do against the Ming Cult in the past thirty years has been the Imperial City Guard.
Therefore, he had to take action.
The thoughts flashed through Zhong Yuan's mind in an instant.
Then, he used his feet to propel himself up, swung his longsword, and suddenly thrust it out!
This sword was aimed directly at Yan Shaofu's abdomen, even though Yan Shaofu was a man of extraordinary agility.
Moreover, with extremely fast reaction speed, he dodged his previous move, "Moon Slash".
But right now.
This sword strike, [Surprising Brilliance], is the fastest and strongest of his three sword intents!
In an instant.
White light emanated from the tip of the white rainbow sword, dazzling and blinding!
puff!
The sword energy suddenly shot through the air.
It pierced directly through the left abdomen of Yan Shaofu.
Yan Shaofu was shocked. He never expected that Zhong Yuan, who had suddenly appeared in the Sutra Pavilion, could unleash such a fierce and powerful sword aura!
Despite his abdominal injury and unsteady stance, he still managed to retreat gracefully, like a butterfly soaring upwards.
The moment it landed on the roof above.
Yan Shaofu clutched his left abdomen, his eyes filled with malice, and stared intently at Zhong Yuan.
Then, he leaped back and shouted at the men dressed in tight-fitting clothes below.
"Let's go!!!"
huh~~~
As soon as Yan Shaofu shouted, the men dressed in martial arts attire repelled the Shuanglin Temple monks and retreated with their knives drawn.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Shaofu had already darted out of Shuanglin Temple with his extremely graceful lightness skill.
Seeing this, Zhong Yuan was also helpless.
There is a superior lightness skill, which is truly a life-saving technique.
It only took the blink of an eye.
Then Yan Shaofu had already fled. Even if that person's lightness skill wasn't superb, it was certainly top-notch in the world.
Zhong Yuan stood on the third-floor roof and looked towards the white-robed old man behind him.
The white-robed elder did not pursue Yan Shaofu. Instead, his eyes gleamed with a strange light as he clasped his hands in greeting to Zhong Yuan, saying, "I am Bai Lixiao, greetings to the young master."
Zhong Yuan raised an eyebrow, and a thought flashed through his mind.
"Could it be the White Dragon Dharma King?"
The white-robed old man nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "It is indeed I."
Zhong Yuan was surprised. It really was Bai Lixiao, the White Dragon Dharma King, one of the Four Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult!
He had already disappeared by the time of the Gangyuan Cave Gathering, and there has been limited news about him over the past year.
Didn't Fang Liu say he might have gone to Tokyo?
How did they end up at Shuanglin Temple?
Zhong Yuan suppressed his doubts and saw that the thick smoke in the east was still rising continuously, and he could even vaguely see the flames.
Zhong Yuan leaped downwards.
at this time.
The old monk Miaoguang had also recovered from his shock. He carried his staff and walked over to Zhong Yuan, saying, "Young Master, thank you for your timely intervention."
"Otherwise, we really wouldn't be able to force Yan Xingzhou to retreat."
Zhong Yuan raised an eyebrow.
"Who exactly is Yan Xingzhou?"
The old monk Miaoguang took a breath and said to Zhong Yuan, "Young Master, now is not the time to talk. Let me go and lead the disciples to put out the fire."
"Let the Dragon King tell you about this matter."
Zhong Yuan nodded slightly.
Over there, the old monk Miaoguang said to the White Dragon Dharma King Bai Lixiao, "Dragon King, protect the young master."
"This humble monk will be right back."
White Dragon Dharma King nodded.
"Go ahead without worry, I'll take care of things here."
The old monk Miaoguang led the group of martial monks and rushed towards the woodshed in the east.
at this time.
Zhong Yuan turned to the White Flood Dragon Dharma King beside him and said, "Flood Dragon King, it seems that you and I will have to guard this Scripture Pavilion."
The White Dragon Dharma King raised his hand, gesturing for Zhong Yuan to sit down on the stone steps in front of the pavilion.
The two sat down in front of the stone steps.
The White Dragon Dharma King said, "No wonder, Immortal Dugu said that the young master's aptitude is far superior to that of the sect leader."
"Having met you today, I know that Dugu Xian was not lying."
Zhong Yuan said, "Your Majesty, there's no need for such formalities."
"I want to know what exactly happened between Yan Xingzhou and the Imperial City Guard."
"Where has the Dragon King been all this year? And how did he end up at Shuanglin Temple with Yan Xingzhou?"
Upon hearing this, the White Dragon Dharma King's expression turned slightly grave as he asked, "Does the young master know what the Imperial City Guard is responsible for within the Song court?"