Chapter 69

"Little monk Jumozhi, I pay my respects to the venerable monks of Shaolin Temple!"

Li Qiushui, Xuzhu, Wang Yuyan, and Xiaohuan had just reached the halfway point of Shaoshi Mountain when a loud voice came from Shaolin Temple.

"It's the voice of the great monk Jumozhi," Wang Yuyan said. "I didn't expect him to come to Shaolin Temple."

Xuzhu clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

Li Qiushui glared at Xuzhu and said, "Xuzhu, you are now the leader of the Free and Easy Sect and the revered master of the Heavenly Mountain Vulture Palace. Don't say 'Amitabha' so easily. Look at yourself now, do you still think you're a little monk from Shaolin Temple? This is the martial arts assembly, the Beggar Sect is coming to Shaolin Temple to select the leader of the martial arts world. Anyone with a bit of reputation in the江湖 (jianghu) is here. Jumozhi has already become a grandmaster martial artist. What's so strange about him coming to Shaolin Temple?"

Xuzhu, embarrassed, said, "Yes, Uncle."

Xiaohuan, seeing Xuzhu's expression, covered her mouth and giggled.

Wang Yuyan gave Xiaohuan a stern look, and Xiaohuan suppressed her laughter.

...

"Amitabha."

A loud voice echoed, it was the voice of Abbot Xuanci.

"King Ming, Shaolin Temple has some matters to handle today and cannot properly entertain you. Please come another day, King Ming."

Xuanci's voice was somewhat impatient. The leader of the Beggar Sect, Juxian, had already brought the Beggar Sect and the Xingxiu Sect to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, ready to challenge Shaolin Temple. There were many things waiting for Xuanci to handle, and Shaolin Temple had no time to entertain Jumozhi.

Abbot Xuanci led the high monks of Shaolin Temple out.

Jumozhi smiled and said, "The affairs of Shaolin Temple can be handled at any time. It's not easy for this little monk to come to Central China. This time, I want to learn the Shaolin techniques. It is said that no one in Shaolin Temple, except for the old ancestor Dharma, has mastered all seventy-two Shaolin techniques. Is that true?"

"Ha ha, from King Ming's words, it seems that there is indeed someone in the world who has successfully mastered the seventy-two Shaolin techniques? Who is this great hero, and can King Ming introduce him to this old monk?" a high monk from the Discipline Hall asked.

Jumozhi smiled and said, "This little monk dares not claim to be a great hero."

Xuanci smiled and said, "King Ming, are you talking about yourself?"

Jumozhi nodded and said, "Yes, this little monk. This little monk, though not very talented, has recently mastered all seventy-two Shaolin techniques."

A suction force appeared in Jumozhi's palm, and the leaves on the ground began to gather towards his palm.

"Poof..."

A gentle force sent the leaves flying, and they pierced the surrounding rock formations like swords.

"The Finger of the Flower Plucking!"

The high monks of Shaolin Temple exclaimed in surprise.

"Indeed, it is the Finger of the Flower Plucking."

Jumozhi struck a palm, and the force imprinted on a large cauldron.

"Bang!"

A one-inch deep palm print appeared on the cauldron.

"The Prajna Palm!"

Jumozhi, smug, said, "Indeed, it is the Prajna Palm. Now, watch this little monk's move."

Jumozhi's powerful force pierced the cauldron, and the ashes inside flew out.

"Three Entrances to Hell, it is a move of the Maha Finger!"

Now, everyone in Shaolin Temple believed that Jumozhi had mastered the seventy-two Shaolin techniques.

...

Li Qiushui led Xuzhu, Wang Yuyan, and Xiaohuan into Shaolin Temple and saw Jumozhi using the Lesser Wu Xiang Gong to drive the seventy-two Shaolin techniques. She laughed.

"Ha ha..." Li Qiushui let out a silver bell-like laugh.

Jumozhi, seeing Li Qiushui, his pupils constricted, and he thought to himself, "Li Qiushui, how could this old witch appear in Shaolin Temple?"

"Xuzhu!" a middle-aged monk shouted when he saw Xuzhu, "Where have you been these days? Xuyun and Xukong said you killed Uncle Xuannan, is that true?"

Xuzhu, troubled, said, "Master, this... this matter is really hard to explain..."

Xuanci said to Li Qiushui, Wang Yuyan, and Xiaohuan, "Amitabha, Shaolin Temple does not entertain female guests. Please, the three of you, return."

Li Qiushui took two steps forward, her hands behind her back, her white robe and snow-white hair dancing in the wind.

She was like a fairy from a painting.

"Little monk, you are Abbot Xuanci? Ha ha, even your master wouldn't dare speak to me like that. Who do you think you are?" Li Qiushui laughed, "Shaolin Temple, I come and go as I please. Can you stop me?"

Xuanci was only at the half-step grandmaster level, not even a grandmaster. Even if Li Qiushui had lost her true qi, she still had internal martial arts and was not afraid of him.

"Uncle, please, say less," Xuzhu whispered to Li Qiushui.

He didn't know why, but the Heavenly Mountain Child called the abbot a little monk, and Li Qiushui also called him a little monk. The abbot was already old, with white hair and beard.

"Ha ha. Xuzhu, Yuyan, Xiaohuan, let's go in. I want to see who dares to stop us." Li Qiushui led the way towards the Great Hall of the Great Hero.

"Ridiculous! Shaolin Temple is not a place for just anyone to enter!"

More than twenty martial monks, each holding a long staff, blocked Li Qiushui and the others.

"Clang!" Xiaohuan drew her single-edged sword.

"My old lady and lady want to enter. I want to see who dares to stop us!" Xiaohuan's stern voice had some authority, and it immediately intimidated many of the Shaolin monks.

At this moment, Abbot Xuanci said, "Enough, guests are welcome. Xuzhu, take these female guests to the Great Hall of the Great Hero to rest."

"Yes, Abbot."

After Li Qiushui left, Jumozhi regained his confidence.

From the situation just now, Li Qiushui did not want to get involved in his affairs with Shaolin Temple.

Jumozhi said to Xuanci, "I wonder how my Shaolin techniques are. Please, the high monks of Shaolin Temple, give me some guidance!"

"Good, since King Ming is so confident, let this old monk see your Shaolin techniques!"

A high monk from the Dharma Hall struck a punch, attacking Jumozhi with the Great Vajra Fist.

"Great Vajra Fist! This little monk knows it too!"

Jumozhi also used the Great Vajra Fist. After just two exchanges, the high monk from the Dharma Hall was defeated.

Then, a high monk from the Discipline Hall came out, but he was also defeated.

"Amitabha. King Ming's Shaolin techniques are indeed impressive. This time, let this old monk see your skills." Abbot Xuanci stepped in.

Abbot Xuanci took off his robe.

Seeing the force contained in the robe, Jumozhi sneered, "The Robe Suppressing Demons? Ha ha, it seems the abbot's skills are not fully developed."

Jumozhi's punch shattered the robe and struck Xuanci's chest.

"Bang!"

Xuanci was thrown back by the powerful punch.

"Ah..."

Xuanci spat out a mouthful of blood and said to Jumozhi, "This is not Shaolin's ultimate technique, it is Wang Yue's internal martial arts! You have even learned internal martial arts?"

Now, Wang Yue's internal martial arts were widespread, and anyone with determination could collect the cultivation methods of internal martial arts.

After all, Wang Yue had opened a martial arts school, and the cultivation methods inevitably leaked out. For a high-level expert like Jumozhi, it was easy to collect the cultivation methods of internal martial arts. However, the cultivation methods of internal martial arts at the hidden and transformation stages were not so easy to obtain.

"Ha ha, this little monk can even master Shaolin's ultimate techniques, so it's not strange that I can also use Wang Yue's internal martial arts." Jumozhi laughed.

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"Uncle, I want to go out and see. I'm worried that the abbot and the others are not a match for Jumozhi." Xuzhu, after staying in the Great Hall of the Great Hero for a while, said to Li Qiushui.

Li Qiushui nodded and said, "Yes, it's good to go out and see. Xuzhu, if that Jumozhi is unreasonable, you can disable him for me. A foreign monk using my Lesser Wu Xiang Gong to deceive people, it's outrageous!"

"Yes, Uncle."

Xuzhu came out and saw Abbot Xuanci being defeated.

"Stop," Xuzhu said, "Jumozhi, if you really defeated my great-grandmaster and great-uncle using Shaolin's ultimate techniques, I have nothing to say. But you are using Daoist internal energy to drive Shaolin's ultimate techniques. This is not Shaolin's martial arts!"

The high monks of Shaolin Temple were shocked. Jumozhi was not using Shaolin's martial arts?

"Xuzhu, he is using Shaolin's martial arts, the martial arts of Shaolin Temple!" Xuanci, with blood at the corner of his mouth, said.

Xuzhu activated the Lesser Wu Xiang Gong, simulating Shaolin's internal energy, and performed the Arhat Fist and the Vajra Palm.

These two sets of palm techniques were the entry-level martial arts of Shaolin Temple, but when performed by Xuzhu, they were powerful, as if arhats had descended.

Xuzhu said to Abbot Xuanci, "Abbot, the techniques I just performed were not Shaolin's internal energy, but the Daoist Lesser Wu Xiang Gong to drive Shaolin's martial arts. Anyone who hasn't cultivated the Lesser Wu Xiang Gong wouldn't be able to tell. King Ming, he doesn't know the seventy-two Shaolin techniques!"

Hearing Xuzhu's words, the high monks of Shaolin Temple breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Jumozhi was not using Shaolin's internal energy, which made everything clear. If someone could really master all seventy-two Shaolin techniques, it would be like the old ancestor Dharma was alive, which was too terrifying.

"Xuzhu, King Ming wants to learn Shaolin's martial arts. You were not qualified to face King Ming, but we cannot let him leave without a challenge. Please, let King Ming give you some guidance." Xuanci said.

Xuzhu nodded, "Yes, Abbot."

"King Ming, please!" Xuzhu clasped his hands together and said to Jumozhi.

Jumozhi was resentful, thinking, this little monk is outrageous. This time, he could have embarrassed Shaolin Temple, but it was all ruined by Li Qiushui and this little monk.

Now, Jumozhi was in a difficult position. Even if he was not a match for Xuzhu, he had to fight.

"Good!" Jumozhi shouted loudly.

"Bang!"

Jumozhi's aura burst out, and his full power reached its peak. Xuzhu was the strongest opponent he had ever seen, and he could not hold back.

Jumozhi first used the Finger of the Flower Plucking.

Xuzhu used the Heavenly Mountain Six Yang Palm.

Finger techniques, palm techniques, fist techniques, leg techniques... a series of Shaolin ultimate techniques were unleashed by Jumozhi, like a storm attacking Xuzhu.

"This Jumozhi has learned all of our Shaolin ultimate techniques. Even using the Lesser Wu Xiang Gong to drive them, the power is immense, not inferior to using Shaolin's internal energy." A high monk from the Dharma Hall sighed.

"What martial arts is Xuzhu using? It is so powerful and graceful. This is not our Shaolin Temple's martial arts." Another high monk from the Discipline Hall said.

Xuzhu struck a palm on Jumozhi's chest.

"Bang!"

Jumozhi was pushed back, suffering a serious internal injury.

"Little monk, your skills are truly remarkable, I am not a match for you. But you are not using Shaolin Temple's martial arts." Jumozhi said.

Xuzhu clasped his hands together, "Amitabha."

At this moment, Duan Chunqiu brought You Tanzhi, A Zhu, Quan Guanqing, and others to Shaolin Temple.

Then, Murong Fu also brought Bao Buzong and Feng Bo'e.

At the foot of the mountain, Murong Fu and Duan Chunqiu had a fight. Duan Chunqiu was no match for Murong Fu. In the end, You Tanzhi stepped in to block Murong Fu.

Murong Fu did not expect You Tanzhi to be able to fight him, and his internal energy cultivation was not weaker than his, which was incredible.

They had just arrived when the major sects and gangs of Central China also gathered. Now, eighty percent of the martial arts world had gathered at Shaolin Temple.

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