Martial Arts Crossover: That night, Huang Rong descended from the sky.

Chapter 194: Shaolin Temple is nothing but a den of filth, a filthy place where men and women are bu

Li Ping and his group went up Shaoshi Mountain and headed towards Shaolin Temple, with Hua Zhenzhen accompanying them.

Huang Rong admired Hua Zhenzhen: "Miss Hua is truly clever and resourceful. Her effortless handling of the situation left Zuo Lengchan and Yue Buqun speechless."

Hua Zhenzhen straightened her hair behind her ear: "In this world, I am the only one in the Huashan Sect. It is really not easy for me to establish a sect."

"The only option left is to resort to crooked means."

She spoke with a refined and elegant manner, like a lady from a prominent family, not at all like a great swordsman who could completely suppress Zuo Lengchan.

Yaoyue couldn't help but say, "With your strength, why do you need to speak so politely to the Huashan Sect?"

In her opinion, Hua Zhenzhen's actions were too troublesome; she could have easily overwhelmed her with her strength!

Hua Zhenzhen laughed and said, "The Huashan Sect also has an old man named Feng. I may not be able to defeat him. Moreover, if I try to fight him head-on, the Huashan Sect might become my mortal enemy."

"I have no grudge against them, so I can't possibly kill off the entire Huashan Sect, can I?!"

"At that time, how will the world view me, and how will they view the Huashan Sect from a foreign land?"

The world of martial arts is not just about fighting and killing; it also involves human relationships and social etiquette.

Huang Rong felt that Hua Zhenzhen saw things clearly and admired her even more: "Miss Hua is indeed unparalleled in swordsmanship. She even blocked Zuo Lengchan's Breaking Edge Divine Power earlier. Could it be that Miss Hua has also awakened a divine power?"

Hua Zhenzhen nodded: "After listening to Master Zhang's sermon, I have gained some insights."

None of them pressed her to reveal what her supernatural powers were, as that would be inappropriate.

Li Ping sighed with emotion, noting that there were more and more people in this world awakening supernatural powers.

Be extra careful when you get into a fight with someone in the future!

As the group admired the scenery and chatted, a voice suddenly rang out: "Brother Li."

Li Ping turned his head and saw Qiao Feng, and said with a smile, "Brother Qiao, long time no see. Are you here to attend the Shaolin Gathering?"

Qiao Feng shook his head: "I hadn't heard about this when I came back here. I just came back to take a look..."

He originally grew up at the foot of Mount Song.

Then he sighed, "I met Hong Qigong of the Beggars' Sect before. He was also the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, and he is not too far removed from me."

"The Beggars' Sect has some records of my deeds, and from them, I learned everything that happened to me afterward..."

Qiao Feng was unaware that Li Ping already knew about his situation, and he briefly recounted his experiences.

Hua Zhenzhen's eyes widened as she listened, feeling that the man in front of her was incredibly unlucky. What kind of mess was this?

Qiao Feng continued, "Although I left the capital before, I had heard of Murong Fu's name and also heard that the treacherous Murong Bo had already lost his life at Brother Li's hands."

"I was thinking, since Murong Fu and his son have come to this later era, my father might also come."

"Even after hundreds of years, he might still harbor resentment and want to make things difficult for Shaolin."

Li Ping sighed: "So, you still want to come looking for your father, and if he comes too, you'll stop him?"

Qiao Feng nodded: "It would be impossible for me not to harbor resentment towards my parents."

"But after all, several hundred years have passed, and the person involved is no longer alive."

"Moreover, Shaolin is merely being used as a tool; the real mastermind is Murong Bo. There is really no need to make things difficult for Shaolin any further."

Oh my...

These trivial matters are just annoying to talk about.

Li Ping smiled and said, "After visiting Shaolin Temple, I plan to go to the Western Regions to see what it's like there."

"Brother Qiao, why don't we go together then, and relax a bit?"

Qiao Feng said, "Thank you, Brother Li."

He also wanted to see what the Western Regions were like.

Hua Zhenzhen asked curiously, "What happened in the Western Regions?"

She didn't understand why Li Ping and the other person were so interested in something that happened so far away.

Li Ping then told her the truth about the natural disaster. Anyway, more people knew about it now, and Hua Zhenzhen didn't seem like the type to gossip.

Hua Zhenzhen was struck dumb. It was already strange enough that she had come a hundred years in the future, but she never expected that such a bizarre thing would happen in this world.

She let out a long sigh: "Then I will go with you all. I also want to see what this natural disaster is really like."

Although Li Ping said that the void might not extend to the Central Plains, what if it does?

She felt a strong sense of responsibility. She believed that Qiao Feng and Li Ping were right, or that supernatural powers were the seeds given to them by immortals to fight against natural disasters.

The group chatted all the way until they arrived at the entrance of Shaolin Temple, where they introduced themselves.

Not long after, the bell rang, which was the highest honor Shaolin Temple had to show to welcome distinguished guests. Then, Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin led the welcoming party.

Li Ping smiled and said, "You're too kind, Master."

Master Fangzheng clasped his hands together: "The arrival of the Guardian Sword is an honor to Shaolin Temple. The three seniors have already informed us of everything that Master Li has done in their letters."

"Without Master Li, the Tatar plot might have succeeded, and the world would surely have descended into chaos!"

"I have the utmost respect for Fang Zheng."

The Shaolin Temple's martial arts gathering this time was quite simple; it was just a gathering of people from all walks of life to drink tea, chat, and discuss martial arts.

It's like an industry conference!

And by the way, let me tell you that my Shaolin Temple is now a guardian temple of the nation.

Such a great honor is something even monks cannot resist; they want to show it off!

After exchanging pleasantries, Li Ping asked, "I've heard that there was a high-ranking monk at Shaolin Temple during the Northern Song Dynasty. Although he only served as a menial laborer, he was not only profound in Buddhist teachings, but his cultivation was also astonishing."

"I wonder if this master ever came to the world in later generations? Or perhaps to Shaolin Temple?"

The Shaolin Temple's heritage is relatively complete, with all major events recorded. Master Fangzheng shook his head and said, "Recalling the brilliance of our predecessors, we are truly ashamed."

Unfortunately, Shaolin Temple did not receive news that this master had also come to the future.

Li Ping had already fully focused on sensing things when he entered Shaolin Temple.

There are indeed many experts here, but none of them possess the same level of inner strength as the Sweeper Monk.

However, it's not impossible for someone with the cultivation level of a sweeping monk to conceal their aura so that Li Ping can't detect it.

So during his stay at Shaolin Temple for the next few days, Li Ping observed every day, trying to find the presence of the sweeping monk, but unfortunately he found nothing.

In the past few days, people from the martial arts world have been arriving one after another, including many experts whom Li Ping knew.

Everyone was discussing martial arts and philosophy, having a wonderful time.

Hua Zhenzhen shone even brighter, defeating several masters in a row in the martial arts competition, winning everyone's respect without causing resentment. Her martial arts skills and methods were both quite superb.

She wanted to establish her own sect, but of course, it wasn't just about setting up a mountain gate. She wanted to take this opportunity to make a name for herself in the martial arts world.

The third day has finally arrived.

The martial arts tournament at Shaolin Temple has begun.

Master Fangzheng sat in the main seat, looking at the group of heroes of the martial arts world: "Several months ago, extraordinary people descended from the sky. The three seniors, Du Jie, Du Nan, and Du E, rode in golden light into the future world."

"Later, the Tatars plotted to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor. The three elders preached and protected His Majesty, and ultimately lost their lives at the hands of the Tatars..."

He recounted the experiences of the three men and praised their character.

He then said, "Therefore, Shaolin is hereby granted the title of Guardian Temple of the Nation, and Shaolin will certainly uphold the last wishes of the three predecessors."

"To propagate Buddhism and protect all living beings..."

At this moment, a rough voice rang out: "What a load of rubbish! The Temple of Protector of the Nation is nothing but a filthy place that breeds evil and bullies men and women..."

Li Ping was taken aback and looked at the person who spoke.

No way?

Has Xiao Yuanshan really arrived?

It's been hundreds of years, who are you going to seek revenge on?