ragginovel Chapter 69 You're clearly stealing what I've learned!
Chapter 69 You're clearly stealing what I've learned!
"Dad, is this the Shaolin Temple? They say on TV that their kung fu is amazing," Zhou Tianyi's son asked curiously.
"No matter how good you are, are you as good as Uncle Ma?" Zhou Tianyi said with a proud look.
He has now mastered the complete versions of the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing. Although the process was so painful that he wanted to give up several times, the results were astonishing. In a short period of time, he has successfully entered the Ming Jin stage.
He was boasting to his son when he didn't notice an old monk sweeping the floor in the distance, who paused slightly.
The old monk raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes, and looked at Zhou Tianyi.
The aura of the complete versions of the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing?
How is that possible!
The old monk remained calm and continued sweeping, but his divine sense had already locked onto Zhou Tianyi.
After visiting the Shaolin Temple, Zhou Tianyi and his family walked down the mountain, completely satisfied.
We had just reached a secluded mountain path.
Swish swish.
Several figures darted out of the woods and blocked their path.
Leading the group was the same old monk who had been sweeping the floor earlier. Now, he showed no signs of his old age; his aura was as solid and imposing as a mountain.
"Amitabha." The old monk held one hand in front of his chest. "Benefactor, please wait."
Zhou Tianyi's heart skipped a beat, and he shielded his wife and children behind him.
"Master, what advice do you have for me?"
"My Buddhist name is 'Du'e'," the old monk said, his voice booming like a bell. "You possess the secret manuals of Shaolin, the *Yi Jin Jing* and the *Xi Sui Jing*, which have been lost for a long time and are in their complete form. These techniques are the most precious treasures of Shaolin Temple. May I ask where you learned them?"
Zhou Tianyi's heart sank.
broken.
He never expected that his trip would attract the attention of the old monster from Shaolin Temple.
"This was a gift from a senior martial arts master of mine, and it has nothing to do with your Shaolin Temple," Zhou Tianyi said coldly.
"Nonsense!" a middle-aged monk behind Du'e roared. "The Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing, passed down from Bodhidharma, are the foundation of Shaolin! Who in the world doesn't know this? You've clearly stolen them!"
Zhou Tianyi laughed with smugness.
"I stole it? What a joke! This technique was originally created by Taoist predecessors, and your ancestor just happened to pick it up by chance. When did it become your Shaolin's? Where's your shame?"
"presumptuous!"
Du'e's face darkened, and he stopped talking nonsense.
"Benefactor, since you refuse to reveal the source of your lineage, I can only ask you to return to the temple with me so that I may use my 'Soul-Searching Hand' to examine you personally."
Before he finished speaking, his withered hand reached out, and an unparalleled suction force came from it.
A Celestial Immortal Embracing the Elixir!
Zhou Tianyi only had time to let out a roar before he was struck in the chest by a tremendous force, spitting out a mouthful of blood and being sucked away.
"husband!"
"dad!"
Zhou Tianyi's wife and son screamed in terror.
"Damn it, let go of my dad!" Zhou Tianyi's son, his eyes red, was about to rush forward.
"Get out!" Du'e didn't even look, a gust of wind swept by, knocking the mother and son to the ground.
"Take them away!"
Several monks stepped forward, lifted the seriously injured and unconscious Zhou Tianyi, and quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.
Zhou Tianyi's wife realized what was happening and hurriedly pulled her phone out of her bag, trembling as she dialed the number she knew by heart.
"Master Ma... Master Ma... help me..."
Jiangcheng, at Zhou Xing's home.
Ma Cong held his phone, the gentle smile on his face gradually disappearing, replaced by a chilling coldness.
"Shaolin!"
Ma Cong's voice was deliberate and clear, each word distinct.
Because of him, Zhou Tianyi was seriously injured and kidnapped!
The cultivation technique he sent out became Zhou Tianyi's death warrant!
This is a slap in his face!
He took a step forward, and his figure appeared in mid-air, transforming into a golden streak of light, rushing towards Mount Song at lightning speed!
Along the way, the wind howled and sonic booms were heard incessantly.
That undisguised, terrifying aura belonging to a Nascent Soul Immortal swept across the entire Southern River Land like a natural disaster.
In countless hidden sects, old monsters who were in seclusion were startled by this aura and broke out of their seclusion.
"This...this is the aura of Master Ma!"
"Such intense killing intent! Where is he going?"
"This direction... is Mount Song! Shaolin Temple!"
"My God, have those bald monks from Shaolin Temple eaten the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard?! How dare they provoke this killing god?!"
Ma Cong stormed Mount Song, intending to raze Shaolin Temple to the ground.
This news swept through the entire martial arts community of China.
The first reaction of all the martial artists who heard this news was disbelief, and the second was that they had gone mad.
"Master Ma is formidable, but he's still from Shaolin!"
"A martial arts master with a thousand-year-old lineage, whose profound knowledge is unfathomable, how could he dare to do this alone?"
"Those bald monks at Shaolin Temple may act domineeringly, but their strength is undeniable. The Bodhidharma Academy and the Arhat Hall—each one of them is a formidable force."
"It's over, it's over! Master Ma has been blinded by anger. He's too young; something terrible is going to happen!"
In an instant, countless gazes and divine senses converged on Mount Song in Zhongzhou.
Some people are worried, some are gloating, and many more are simply enjoying the spectacle.
Shaolin Temple, inner courtyard.
Abbot Xuankong sat upright on a futon, his face expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow.
"Amitabha."
Before him stood Xuan Neng, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, Xuan Tong, the head of the Arhat Hall, and a group of Shaolin elders, all with angry expressions.
"Abbot, that Ma Cong is going too far! Does he really think Shaolin is made of clay?"
Xuan Tong, with his fiery temper, spoke first.
"He dares to openly declare that he will raze Shaolin to the ground! It's the biggest joke in thousands of years! If such a madman is not severely punished, what will become of Shaolin's prestige?"
Xuan Neng echoed in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Du'e sent back news that the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing on Zhou Tianyi's body are indeed the complete versions that our Shaolin has lost. This matter is of great importance and must not be leaked. Junior Brother Du'e brought them back for the sake of the sect."
Abbot Xuankong slowly opened his eyes, his voice calm and still.
"Ma Cong is already down the mountain."
"Since he's here, let him see the profound heritage of Shaolin Temple, passed down for thousands of years."
"Issue my decree: deploy the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation. If he insists on breaking through the mountain, suppress him on the spot!"
"Follow the law!"
……
At the foot of Mount Song, in front of the mountain gate.
Eighteen burly, muscular monks, their bodies painted with gold, stood in formation, each holding a copper staff and exuding a powerful aura.
They are Shaolin Temple's trump card to the outside world—the Eighteen Bronze Men.
Each and every one of them possessed the cultivation level of a Grandmaster of Transformation Realm.
The eighteen people joined forces and formed a formation, their energy linked together, and it is said that they could fight against a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal.
"Halt!"
The bronze figure at the head of the group had a voice like muffled thunder.
"This is a tranquil Buddhist sanctuary. Your murderous aura is too strong. Please leave."
A golden streak of light streaked across the sky and landed steadily a hundred meters in front of the mountain gate, revealing Ma Cong's figure.
He was dressed in white, which fluttered in the mountain wind, but his face was covered with a layer of ice that had never melted for a thousand years.
"Hand over Zhou Tianyi."
Ma Cong's voice was colder than the cold wind.
"You jest, benefactor. There is no such person in our Shaolin Temple," the leading bronze figure said without changing his expression.
I'll say it again.
Ma Cong took a step forward.
"Hand over the person."
boom!
A surge of platinum-gold energy erupted from him.
A terrifying pressure, like a landslide and a tsunami, swept out.
Click!Click!
The gold paint on the eighteen bronze figures cracked and peeled off inch by inch under this oppressive force, revealing their horrified faces.
"Form ranks!"
The leading bronze figure let out a roar.
Eighteen copper rods, accompanied by a howling wind, blocked all of Ma Cong's escape routes from all directions.
The shadows of the sticks overlapped, their energy intertwined, forming a dense, impenetrable net.