Volume 3: Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils Chapter 25: Indestructible Golden Body
The Master of the Mountain of the Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai was extremely famous in the martial arts world. He and Master Xuanci were known as the two Arhats, "Subduing the Dragon" and "Subduing the Tiger". In terms of martial arts, it was said that the Master of the Mountain of the Mountain was even better than Abbot Xuanci. Such a person had a conflict with the Forbidden Martial Arts Hall, which naturally caused great trouble to the Shaolin Temple.
Not only Master Shenshan came, but also Master Guanxin of Daxiangguo Temple in Kaifeng Prefecture, Master Daoqing of Pudu Temple in Jiangnan, Master Juexian of Donglin Temple in Mount Lu, and Master Rongzhi of Jingying Temple in Chang'an. Even if their martial arts skills may not be very high, their status is enough to be respected, not to mention that their martial arts skills are not inferior to Xuanci.
However, these masters were now blocked and could not move at all. In front of them, a young man in a flying fish red robe was blocking the road with a smile. Although his face was warm, the knife in his hand was raised unceremoniously. Most people would be more polite when seeing monks, but these two people did not even have a trace of apology on their faces.
Xuan Ci put his hands together, bowed and said, "Two donors, why are you blocking the way of the masters? They are not from Shaolin, but great Buddhists. Now that we can go down the mountain, please make way for us. Thank you."
"Hello, Master." A young man with an immature face put his hands together awkwardly and said, "The governor has ordered that before the Shaolin Conference, martial artists are allowed to enter but not leave the Shaoshi Mountain. The masters are all skilled in martial arts, so please wait until May 15th before leaving."
"How can we have the time to wait for him!" Master Shenshan's face was gloomy. He was short, but his voice was surprisingly loud. "I don't know which governor you are. I am an outsider and not under his jurisdiction. You guys get out of the way."
"Master, you are a hermit, but not to mention monks, even if Bodhisattvas come, they have to be under our control." The young man smiled and replied, "In our court, let alone the hermit, even the positions of the gods and Buddhas in heaven have to be determined by the emperor. A few days ago, the governor said that the Jade Emperor was an obscene worship, and asked the court to respect and correct the Lord of Heaven. I wonder which god or Buddha you are worshipping, and have you obtained our permission?"
“You…” Master Shenshan was suddenly furious.
"May I know your name, donor?" Xuan Ci hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
"I am more than half, the third commander of the Longxiong Guard of the Forbidden Martial Hall, and I am honored to meet Master Xuanci." The young man said solemnly. The other commander next to him clasped his fists towards the others and said three words: "More than half!" His face was dark and his expression was indifferent. It was unknown whether he was born not to talk or he was too disdainful to pay attention to Xuanci.
Xuan Ci was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "What are your names?"
The names of these two people do not sound normal. Not to mention Xuan Ci, the other masters also have doubts. Xuan Shi said bluntly : "You two should report your real names. The masters are highly respected and will not bother with you."
"You misunderstood. This is my real name." The young man laughed and said, "My original name was Jiu Liang Ban, because my father sold me to a trafficker for six taels of silver. After the governor rescued me from the devil's cave, he said: Jiu Liang Ban, but I was only sold for six taels. Your father didn't know how to count, so he called me more than half."
The other black-faced guy next to him said two more words, "Four taels." Xuan Ci thought for a while before realizing that he was sold for four taels, just over half of the guy next to him. The names of these two guys were really rough.
"Amitabha! I have spoken out of turn." Xuan Ci chanted the Buddha's name, "I wonder what your original secular names were? I can call you that too." Xuan Ci finally felt that this address was not appropriate, so he asked.
"My original name was Ben Yin."
"The donor's name is very Buddhist." Xuan Ci said with a warm smile.
"Of course." The young man smiled and said, "This is the name my father asked the master on the mountain to give me. I think it's Master Xuan Tong of this temple." Several people looked back in surprise and saw Xuan Tong nodded slightly, indicating that it seemed to be the case. Before they could speak, they heard the young man slowly say.
"Unfortunately, my father owed rent to Shaolin, and the prison was collecting the rent, so they had to sell me out. The human traffickers sent me to the circus garden to be an actor." Although he was still smiling, the faces of the senior monks in Shaolin Temple were already very unhappy. What kind of place is the circus garden? To put it nicely, it is a place for actors.
But everyone knew that the boy there was actually a low-class person. Such a thing would not make them look good. Xuanci could only laugh and said, "It is really fortunate that the donor escaped from the sea of suffering. I wonder if he has been reunited with his family."
"So Master, please tell me to pay half more." The young man put his hands together and said, "As for my parents, I have visited several neighbors recently. They said that during the drought a few years ago, they could not pay the rent and were driven out. I think they must have died somewhere."
When he said this, there was no sadness on his face. It was not known whether he had cried all his tears or he was not close to his parents. Everyone in Shaolin Temple did not dare to think too much. They only thought in their hearts, "This is not a good time!" Their expressions became alert, only Xuan Tong opened his mouth to say something, but his expression dimmed again.
There was an indescribable look in his eyes when he looked at Duoyiban, like compassion and guilt. When Duoyiban felt something looking at him, he turned his head away as if to cover it up.
Master Shenshan sneered several times and said in a long voice: "Shaolin is a majestic temple. I have admired it for a long time. Today, I am really amazed. It is really an eye-opener!" The hostility in his words made the Shaolin monks solemn, but they heard the half-brother slowly say: "Mount Wutai is not inferior! Half of the people around me were born at the foot of Mount Wutai and have heard of its great name for a long time!"
Master Shenshan seemed to be pinched by the neck, and he was silent all of a sudden. In addition to their Qingliang Temple, is there anyone else's land under Mount Wutai? He waved his sleeves in annoyance and said, "I don't care what you call me, you can't stop me today." As he said that, he waved his sleeves and rushed forward.
When the Shaolin people saw this, they were all shocked. They could not believe that such a great monk like Shenshan had no concentration at all. Xuan Tong even shouted, "Be careful!" He watched Shenshan exert his strength in his arms and charge towards Duoha. How could Wutai Mountain's "Mind, Will, and Qi Hunyuan Gong" be taken lightly?
This collision was probably heavier than that of an elephant, not to mention a young man like him, even if he went up, his bones would be broken. The man on the mountain swept his sleeves, like an iron broom, enough to scrape off a layer of skin and flesh on the face. Facing this force, he didn't change color at all.
His skin seemed to be covered with a layer of gold paint, and it quickly turned clear gold with a metallic luster. Master Shenshan's flick was like fanning him, and his sleeve hit his face and exploded into a piece of scattered rag.
"The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art!" Master Shenshan said in shock. Before he could say anything, a golden arm grabbed his neck. He felt like there was a steel ring around his neck. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. He could only look at Zhe Luoxing beside him.
The arm of that Indian monk seemed to have suddenly grown twice as long, and he pinched the young man directly . His body seemed to have no bones, and he performed a strange move at an incredible angle, so bizarre that it was unbelievable. The Shaolin monks were well aware of this strange move, and they could not avoid it no matter what in such a sudden situation.
But most of them had no intention of dodging. They picked up Master Shenshan and threw him at a boulder nearby. They let the Indian hit them, and all they could hear was a loud clang, as if they were hitting a bronze man. Master Shenshan was hit hard on the boulder by him, and blood was all over his face.
But the young man didn't stop, and kept banging his head against the stone. When the Shaolin people saw this, they were so frightened that their hands and feet went limp. How could this be tolerated? If someone hits him, it doesn't matter if he hits him once or twice, but Master Shenshan may not be able to survive the third time! Before they could make a move, they heard the Indian scream.
Yibanduo's hand seemed to hold a ball of fire. Zhe Luoxing was caught in his hand and screamed miserably. Half of his body was charred and the other half was covered with a layer of white frost. Zhe Luoxing had no power to resist and could only struggle in vain. His bones could be drilled from anywhere, but he could not escape Yibanduo's simple grasp.
At this time, no one from Shaolin dared to go up. Although these two were young, they were already the most formidable masters in the martial arts world. They thought they did not have the power of Master Shenshan, nor the strange moves of Zhe Luoxing. They could only look at Abbot Xuanci. Only Xuan Tong went up to meet him.
Most of them did not make a move, but reached out and handed the sacred mountain to Xuan Tong, saying, "Thank you for troubling us, Master. We don't want to do this either. Please don't make things difficult for us." The Shaolin monks helped the sacred mountain up and said repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Xuan Ci lowered his eyebrows and said, "As long as it is the imperial decree, Shaolin will obey it."
He looked at the half-dead Zhe Luoxing and said, "This Indian friend made an unintentional mistake. Please forgive him." He threw Zhe Luoxing to the ground like trash looking at him. Xuan Nan saw the two of them turning around to leave, and couldn't help but ask, "Donor, your martial arts skills are indestructible?"
More than half of them turned around and said with a smile: "This is the Titanium Golden Body among the 36 unique skills of the Forbidden Martial Arts Hall, and it is not the Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Divine Kung Fu." As he spoke, the metallic color of his skin flowed rapidly like water, and his muscles squirmed like living things. It was indeed not like Shaolin martial arts. The two of them rested not far away with their men and horses, as if they were at peace with Shaolin.
The monks of Shaolin looked at each other. If one commander was so capable, what were the two commanders, or even Commander Chen Ang, capable of? Thinking of the four evil men and the leader of the Ming Cult, the monks did not dare to think about it anymore. Xuan Ci sighed, "Shaolin, Shaolin!"
The atmosphere was deathly depressing.
