Chapter 54

"Ah... Oh..." The tragic cries echoed through the room, causing the people downstairs who were eating and drinking to pause slightly. In the room upstairs, Zhou Botong was wailing in pain, making Wang Chongyang, the Seven Taoist Masters of Quanzhen, and Bai Xiaosheng feel quite helpless—your pig-slaughtering cries are too shrill!

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, be gentle, be gentle, it hurts, it hurts too much!" On the bed, Zhou Botong, under Wang Chongyang's internal energy massage, was gritting his teeth and his face was constantly changing. He had been poisoned by snake venom, and it was not just one type of snake venom. His face was green with a tinge of purple, and the purple had a hint of red, looking very strange. Now, under Wang Chongyang's internal energy massage, his strange face emitted a faint glow, which was even more frightening.

Looking at Wang Chongyang who was detoxifying Zhou Botong, Bai Xiaosheng was deeply moved. Zhou Botong had been poisoned by the snake venom of Ouyang Feng, which was absolutely top-notch in the world. Moreover, he was not poisoned by just one type of venom, making it even harder to cure, almost incurable. Yet, Wang Chongyang managed to force all the toxins in Zhou Botong's body to his hands and slowly expelled them.

Impressive, truly impressive! It's not clear whether it was due to his extensive knowledge or the wondrous nature of the先天功 (Xiantian Gong).

In less than half a day, all the toxins in Zhou Botong's body were gradually expelled. His face was as rosy as a baby's, his breath was long, and his eyes sparkled with vitality, which made Bai Xiaosheng slightly startled.

This is a sign of a significant improvement in internal energy! Who would have thought that Zhou Botong's internal energy would greatly improve after Wang Chongyang's detoxification!

'That's right. Zhou Botong was poisoned, which triggered his potential. With Wang Chongyang's internal energy massage to unblock his acupoints, it naturally led to a significant improvement in his internal energy. Just like Yang Guo in "The Return of the Condor Heroes," whose internal energy greatly improved after being stimulated by Huang Yaoshi's internal energy.'

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaosheng was slightly excited. Wang Chongyang is indeed impressive. If he could learn something from him, it would be immensely beneficial.

"Rumble..." In the room, Zhou Botong's stomach growled, breaking the silence. He chuckled and said, "Senior Brother, let's go eat something."

Wang Chongyang nodded and said, "Alright!" Standing up, Bai Xiaosheng noticed that Wang Chongyang's aura was somewhat disordered, indicating that he had expended a lot of true energy to detoxify Zhou Botong. Even the seven days and seven nights of competition did not leave him in such a state.

'It seems that detoxification is not a simple task.' Shaking his head inwardly, Bai Xiaosheng left the room with the others, went downstairs, and chose two tables on the left side of the hall, sitting down.

Soon, the food arrived. Smelling the aroma, Bai Xiaosheng felt his appetite increase. He said, "Master Wang, I won't be polite."

"Ha ha... We haven't had a good meal on Huashan for so long. Young brother, please enjoy." Wang Chongyang waved his hand as if it didn't matter, and Bai Xiaosheng quickly picked up his chopsticks and started eating the dishes on the table. He was already eating quite a lot, but when you look at Zhou Botong, this guy was actually eating with his hands, swallowing large bites of food, completely ignoring the surprised looks of the people around him.

As they were enjoying their meal, Bai Xiaosheng suddenly felt a gentle breeze beside him. His mind stirred, and he instantly put down his food, turning his head to the side. A middle-aged man wearing a Confucian robe, wearing straw shoes, and with a shiny bald head sat in the empty seat next to him, looking at Wang Chongyang with a smile.

'This person is...' Bai Xiaosheng's mind stirred, thinking of the wine-fighting monk. Could this be the wine-fighting monk?

The wine-fighting monk was quite mysterious, being a Confucian, a monk, and a Taoist in his life, and was surely a person of extensive knowledge. As for his martial arts, it was never mentioned, but he created the Nine Yang Manual, which must be extraordinary. Moreover, one thing Bai Xiaosheng was very concerned about was his memory.

The Nine Yang Manual mentioned that he won the Nine Yin Manual by gambling with Wang Chongyang. The Nine Yin Manual is not a small book, and even if he was given half a day to read it, it would be hard to memorize it. Yet, this person was able to create the Nine Yang Manual based on the Nine Yin Manual, which means he must have memorized most of the Nine Yin Manual and understood its profound secrets. Otherwise, how could he have created the Nine Yang Manual?

From this, it can be seen that he not only has an astonishing memory but also a profound understanding of martial arts. His martial arts skills, while not as high as Wang Chongyang's, are probably not inferior to the other four.

"Wang Brother, we haven't seen each other for a while. I heard you got the title of 'First Under Heaven,' which really surprised me." The wine-fighting monk snatched the wine cup from Wang Chongyang's hand, drank it in one gulp, and said with a smile.

Wang Chongyang smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "You only come when there's something to gain. Speak, are you interested in the Nine Yin Manual and want to take a look?"

"Ha ha..." The wine-fighting monk laughed and said, "Wang Brother, you know me well! To be honest, I have studied Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism all my life. Confucianism and Buddhism are easy to understand, and I have thoroughly studied them. However, Taoism is quite mysterious. You have the Taoist secret of the Nine Yin Manual, and I naturally want to take a look. Wang Brother, let's follow our old rules. If I win, you let me see the Nine Yin Manual. If I lose, I'll give you a Buddhist scripture. How about it?"

As he spoke, the wine-fighting monk took out an old book, the cover of which was somewhat damaged. Bai Xiaosheng looked at it, his eyes widening in shock—The Yi Jin Jing! This guy actually brought out the Yi Jin Jing!

He looked up at the wine-fighting monk in disbelief, unable to imagine how this person could have the Yi Jin Jing, a treasure of Buddhism. How did he get it? And from the look of the book, it was clearly the original copy left by Bodhidharma.

'In "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," this book contains the skills of the Shen Zu Jing. I wonder if the wine-fighting monk has discovered it. If I could get this book... ' Thinking of this, Bai Xiaosheng was slightly excited, his hands trembling under the table.

The Nine Yin Manual and the Yi Jin Jing, these are two extraordinary books! Not to mention the Nine Yin Manual, which triggered a trilogy, the Yi Jin Jing has always been a supreme martial art throughout Jin Yong's novels. To see both at once, it would be strange not to be moved.

He took a deep breath to calm himself and listened to their conversation.

"Yi Jin Jing... You... You actually stole the treasure of Shaolin Temple?" Wang Chongyang looked at the book, quite shocked, pointing at the wine-fighting monk with a strange expression.

The wine-fighting monk chuckled and said, "This book was not stolen but obtained by chance. Wang Brother, you should have heard that Shaolin Temple experienced a disaster a few decades ago, and the Yi Jin Jing was lost. Fortunately, a great hero who was a friend of Shaolin Temple returned the Yi Jin Jing. At that time, although the Yi Jin Jing was a treasure of Shaolin Temple, its martial arts were extremely difficult to understand, and no one in the temple could master it. Instead, when the Yi Jin Jing was lost in the world, one person learned its skills, which made the monks of Shaolin Temple truly value this divine skill. Since then, they have been researching it. Unfortunately, for many years, no one could unlock the secrets of the Yi Jin Jing. Until ten years ago..."

Ten years ago, a monk at Shaolin Temple finally understood the basics of the Yi Jin Jing and greatly improved his skills, becoming a top expert in the temple.

However, this person overtrained in the Yi Jin Jing, causing him to go into a state of madness, wreaking havoc in Shaolin Temple, and eventually dying from exhaustion. The Yi Jin Jing was lost again.

This made the monks of Shaolin Temple very alarmed. They searched for a long time but could not find the Yi Jin Jing. Based on this, the monks of Shaolin Temple had to rely on their memory to recopy the Yi Jin Jing.

Fortunately, at that time, many monks of Shaolin Temple had studied the Yi Jin Jing, and the text was not off by a single word, allowing the Yi Jin Jing to be preserved. However, because of this, the Yi Jin Jing was no longer allowed to be studied, fearing another disaster.

Seven years ago, the wine-fighting monk entered Shaolin Temple and became a monk. While cleaning the scripture hall, he accidentally discovered this Yi Jin Jing. After studying it, he found it to be an extremely profound martial arts treasure, and its Buddhist secrets were also a great work of Mahayana Buddhism, which he cherished greatly.

It was also through studying the Yi Jin Jing that his skills greatly improved. Although he did not master the divine skill of the Yi Jin Jing, he gained a deep understanding of Buddhist martial arts, and probably no one in Shaolin Temple could surpass him.

"Wang Brother, since I obtained the Yi Jin Jing, my understanding of Buddhism has greatly improved. Wang Brother, like me, is proficient in Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. If you can get the Yi Jin Jing, you will surely make further progress. How about it? Shall we have this bet?"

Wang Chongyang held the Yi Jin Jing and nodded, saying, "It's a deal!" He then took out two volumes of the Nine Yin Manual, placed them on the table, and called for the waiter to bring eight jars of wine, saying, "Please!"

"Wait a moment!"

At this moment, Bai Xiaosheng suddenly spoke, making the two look at him. Wang Chongyang said, "Young brother, what's the matter? Do you also want to bet?"

Faced with such divine martial arts, who wouldn't be moved? Wang Chongyang had a good impression of Bai Xiaosheng. If he wanted to bet, Wang Chongyang didn't mind, as he didn't think he would lose. So he directly said, "Young brother, if you have something good, you can also bet."

Bai Xiaosheng's eyes lit up, and he said, "Then I won't be polite!" He reached into his chest and also took out a book, but this book was thicker than the two books combined.

The two looked at each other, and the wine-fighting monk asked, "Young brother, what is this book?"

Bai Xiaosheng smiled slightly and said, "I don't have the divine skills of the two seniors, only this family treasure. This book is a collection of our family over many years, containing over a hundred martial arts. Although they are not very profound, they are very rare, and it has cost the efforts of several generations of my family. This book is the most valuable thing I have. What do the two seniors think?"

The wine-fighting monk took the book, flipped through it, and nodded, saying, "Not bad, not bad. The martial arts in it are not very profound, but there are many types, making it a good book. I have no objections. Wang Brother, what about you?"

Wang Chongyang shook his head and said, "Since the brother has recognized it, I have no objections either!"

"Great! Then let's start!" The wine-fighting monk immediately picked up a wine jar and started drinking. Seeing this, Bai Xiaosheng and Wang Chongyang did not want to be left behind, picked up their wine jars, and started drinking as well.

For a moment, the sound of gulping filled the tavern.

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