Chapter 73

Wang Yue laughed in extreme anger: "Old monk, I think you've been chanting scriptures in Shaolin Temple so much that you've become foolish. You want to save someone like Murong Bo? I wonder if Lord Liu Qing of the Six-Fan Gate would lead his army to level Shaolin Temple when he finds out what you've done!"

Wang Yue swung a punch at the old monk.

To kill Murong Bo, he had to pass the old monk first. With a Grandmaster protecting Murong Bo, it would be very difficult for Wang Yue to kill him.

Wang Yue thought to himself: "Old monk, my accumulation is now sufficient, and I could become a Dan-Qi martial artist at any time. Today, I will use you as a stepping stone to become a Dan-Qi martial artist."

The old monk struck a palm, colliding with Wang Yue's fist.

"Bang."

The transparent fist energy and golden true essence rippled out, and the surrounding heroes could not withstand the shockwave, retreating again.

Wang Yue felt a jolt throughout his body, his blood and qi began to surge, and his strength became uncontrollable.

Wang Yue was pushed back by a palm, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

The power of a Grandmaster was too strong; just one palm had injured Wang Yue.

Seeing the blood at the corner of Wang Yue's mouth, Wang Yuyan exclaimed, "Yue, you're injured."

Xiao Huan said anxiously, "The village chief is no match for this old monk. What should we do?"

Li Qiushui shook her head, "Don't worry. As long as Wang Yue doesn't attack, the holy monk won't kill him. The palm just now, the holy monk held back. Otherwise, Wang Yue would have been seriously injured."

Wang Yue shouted, "Xiao Brother, Senior Xiao Yuan Shan, Murong Bo is yours. I'll hold the old monk, you kill Murong Bo for me!"

Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuan Shan exchanged glances and nodded, "Alright."

Wang Yue took a deep breath, calmed his blood and qi, gathered his strength, and attacked again.

"Again!"

Wang Yue's blood and qi began to burn, the blood-red flames distorted the surrounding air, and the powerful energy raised the temperature, making everyone feel parched.

"This, this is too powerful." No one expected Wang Yue to start burning his blood and qi.

Wang Yue's blood and qi were too powerful, and he also had mental strength. Even though he wasn't a Grandmaster, it was enough to make the old monk take him seriously.

You Tan Zhi's blood-red true essence felt cold and had a strong bloody smell, clearly a demonic technique. But Wang Yue's blood-red flames were different, vast and righteous, like the sun, capable of burning away all evil energy.

"Sky-Turning Seal!"

Wang Yue's palm suddenly grew more than twice its size, striking the old monk with a violent force.

"Sky-Turning Seal" was Wang Yue's most powerful move, doubling his strength!

"Such a powerful internal martial technique! Such immense strength!" the old monk exclaimed.

"Pranja Palm!" The old monk used the Pranja Palm.

His Pranja Palm was like the palm of the Great Sun Tathagata, a hundred times more powerful than Jiu Mo Zhi's.

Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuan Shan attacked Murong Bo at this moment.

The pressure they faced was much less than Wang Yue's. The old monk was mostly focused on Wang Yue.

"Xiao Feng, you want to kill my father?" Murong Fu shouted, thrusting a sword to block Xiao Feng.

At this moment, You Tan Zhi also attacked Xiao Feng. This was a good opportunity to kill Xiao Feng and avenge his father and uncle, so You Tan Zhi wouldn't let it go.

Azi shouted, "You Tan Zhi, how dare you try to kill my brother-in-law? You're so despicable."

Hearing Azi's voice, You Tan Zhi's attack slowed down. He liked Azi, but Xiao Feng was his enemy, making him hesitate.

Duan Yu shouted, "Second Brother, save Big Brother, block You Tan Zhi!"

Xu Zhu appeared in front of You Tan Zhi, blocking his attack.

The old monk's Pranja Palm and Wang Yue's "Sky-Turning Seal" collided, causing a violent explosion.

Wang Yue's body was thrown like a sandbag. The old monk was also pushed back a step.

With a backflip, Wang Yue landed, holding his dantian, and began to stand in a桩 (zhuang) stance. The old monk's "Pranja Palm" had scattered his blood and qi and mental strength.

Wang Yue was now seriously injured.

"Yue." Wang Yuyan shouted, about to step forward.

Xiao Huan also called anxiously, "Village chief."

Li Qiushui stopped them, "Don't go. Wang Yue is now using the internal martial technique of the Mixed Yuan Zhuang to regulate his breath. If you disturb him now, he will be in real danger."

"What should we do?" Wang Yuyan asked anxiously, "Grandma, help Yue."

Li Qiushui said, "Wang Yue, this boy, has reached the pinnacle of internal martial techniques. It's not easy to kill him. Now he is only seriously injured, don't worry, he won't die. But that 'Sky-Turning Seal' just now was really powerful, even making the holy monk retreat a step."

A Master martial artist actually forced a Grandmaster to retreat, which was incredible.

"There is no tree in the Bodhi, nor is there a platform in the bright mirror."

The old monk recited a Buddhist scripture, and a powerful mental force with true essence energy pushed back Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuan Shan, Murong Fu, Xu Zhu, and You Tan Zhi.

"Everyone, let's stop. Shaolin Temple is a place for Buddhist cultivation, not for killing."

Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuan Shan, Murong Bo, Murong Fu, Xu Zhu, and You Tan Zhi stopped, looking warily at their opponents.

This old monk was too powerful. Even these Masters combined were no match for him.

Wang Yue, who was so arrogant and lawless, was seriously injured, so they were even less of a match.

The old monk walked to Xiao Yuan Shan and said, "Thirty years ago, you came to the Shaolin Temple's scripture hall to steal Shaolin's ultimate techniques, which led you down the path of evil. Although Shaolin's techniques are Buddhist martial arts, they are used to kill, so they carry a heavy aura of violence. If you don't eliminate this aura, you will eventually go mad. Old Layman Xiao, the acupoints in your body are already starting to hurt and become numb, right?"

Xiao Yuan Shan was shocked, "Thirty years ago, you discovered me, but why have I never seen you?"

The old monk smiled, "Old Layman Xiao was focused on martial arts, how could you notice me, a mere sweeper?"

Xiao Yuan Shan said, "Indeed, I do feel some discomfort, and sometimes my body starts to hurt and become numb, even losing sensation at times."

Xiao Yuan Shan's martial arts were even stronger than in the original story, and his injuries were naturally getting worse.

Xiao Feng knelt down and said loudly, "Please, Holy Monk, save my father. Xiao Feng will be forever grateful."

The old monk helped Xiao Feng up, "Duke Xiao, you are a true hero and a great hero. Since becoming the Southern Duke of the Liao Dynasty, you have restrained your soldiers from invading our Song Dynasty, which is a great virtue. If Duke Xiao has a request, this old monk will naturally comply."

Xiao Feng bowed, "As the Southern Duke of the Liao Dynasty, I must share the emperor's worries and ensure the people live in peace. This is what I should do."

The old monk nodded, "Your father's illness is caused by practicing Shaolin martial arts. To alleviate the pain, you need Buddhist teachings."

The old monk walked to Murong Bo, "Old Layman Murong, compared to Old Layman Xiao, you are even more greedy. Old Layman Xiao only observed martial arts in the scripture hall, but you copied all the techniques and returned them to the hall, then studied them privately. You must have already taught your son the seventy-two ultimate techniques of Shaolin Temple, right?"

Murong Fu glanced at Wang Yue, who was still standing in a桩 (zhuang) stance, and coldly laughed, "So what if I did? Your Shaolin Temple's seventy-two ultimate techniques, in my view, are nothing special."

The old monk shook his head and smiled, "Young Master Murong, if you hadn't practiced Wang Yue's internal martial technique, making your body and blood and qi several times stronger, your martial arts would not have reached this level."

"You were also fortunate to have practiced the internal martial technique to the peak of Hidden Qi, with all your meridians open. Now, you have practiced the Northern Darkness Divine Skill of the Xianxia Sect, greatly increasing your power. However, this old monk must warn you, the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, though miraculous, has its drawbacks and will make you the enemy of the world. The founder of the Xianxia Sect, 'Xianxia Zi,' also used the Northern Darkness Divine Skill to dominate the world, but in the end, he met a tragic end."

The old monk looked at Jiu Mo Zhi and smiled, "Old Layman Murong, to train your son, you didn't even meet him, let alone teach him Shaolin martial arts. You taught these seventy-two ultimate techniques to this national teacher."

Jiu Mo Zhi smiled, "Old monk, you have good eyesight, but as a Buddhist disciple, it's not strange for me to know Buddhist martial arts. Are the seventy-two ultimate techniques exclusive to Shaolin Temple?"

The old monk sneered, "National Teacher, don't try to argue. You use the Xianxia Sect's Lesser Unparalleled Skill to drive Shaolin martial arts, which seems powerful but actually disrupts your blood and qi, leading you down the path of evil. At any moment, your true essence might go berserk, leading to a tragic end. National Teacher, this old monk advises you to disperse your power early."

Jiu Mo Zhi sneered, "Old monk, you're exaggerating."

The old monk said to Murong Bo, "Old Layman Murong, your level of madness is even more severe than Old Layman Xiao. You also need Buddhist teachings to alleviate it."

At this moment, Murong Bo groaned, feeling a needle-like pain in several acupoints.

"Father, how are you?"

Murong Bo shook his head, "I'm fine."

Murong Fu coldly laughed, "Hmph. What Buddhist teachings, it's all too abstract. So-called madness is just a result of poor blood and qi circulation and excessive violence. As long as the blood and qi are smooth, the will is strong, and the mind is clear, so-called madness is just a joke. Father, let's return to Yanziwu and practice the internal martial technique. When you reach the peak of Hidden Qi, your injuries will naturally heal."

These theories were from Wang Yue's "Essentials of Boxing."

The old monk nodded, "I know a bit about internal martial techniques. They are indeed a miraculous martial art, somewhat similar to the lost Washing Marrow Sutra of Shaolin Temple. Young Master Murong is right; practicing internal martial techniques can indeed heal your father's injuries. However, just reaching the peak of Hidden Qi might not be enough. To completely heal the injuries from madness, you need to reach the peak of Transformation Qi. But, as far as this old monk knows, the method to reach the peak of Transformation Qi in internal martial techniques is only known to Young Master Wang Yue."

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