Dreaming about the world, embarking on the path of spiritual practice.

Chapter 437 Arhat's Birth
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At the foot of the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, there is a bustling crowd of people burning incense.

Yu Liang found a quiet tea stall, sat down to rest for a while, and kept an eye on the movements around him.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and his eyes moved among the pilgrims coming and going.

Looking at the endless stream of people going up the mountain, you can see how famous the Shaolin Temple is.

"Brother, are you also here to burn incense at Shaolin Temple?"

Just as Yu Liang was sitting alone in deep thought, a figure suddenly sat down opposite him.

He was a young man with a smile on his face. He poured Yu Liang's tea in a familiar manner and drank it all in one gulp.

“It’s so lively!”

In response, Yu Liang glanced at him, said nothing, and just nodded slightly.

"May I know your name, sir?" the visitor greeted him warmly.

Yu Liang ignored him and kept looking towards the mountain from time to time.

But even so, the other party still introduced himself: "My name is Fei Yong, and I came to Songshan this time to learn from a master."

"Brother, do you know about Shaolin's lay disciples?"

"All martial arts in the world come from Shaolin. I just want to become a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple and learn authentic Shaolin martial arts!"

Speaking of excitement, Fei Yong talked nonstop: "I heard that Shaolin Temple has four great magical skills. As long as the talent is good enough, lay disciples also have the opportunity to learn one of them..."

Listening to the other party's chattering, Yu Liang did not show any annoyance, but listened quietly.

"It's almost time for me to go up the mountain!"

Perhaps because he had a good rest, Fei Yong took another big sip of tea, then quickly walked up the mountain. Before leaving, he did not forget to wave goodbye to Yu Liang.

"Interesting guy!"

Looking at the departing figure, Yu Liang took a sip of tea, smiled and sighed.

I sat alone until the evening.

Seeing that the people going to Shaolin Temple had disappeared, only a few people were left on the way down the mountain.

I feel like it’s about time.

So Yu Liang slowly stood up, shook off the dust on his robe, and walked up the mountain.

Arrived at the gate of Shaolin.

Yu Liang's steps did not pause at all.

However, a gatekeeper monk politely reached out his hand to stop him.

"Amitabha, benefactor, it is getting late and the temple will be closed soon. If you want to burn incense, please come back tomorrow!"

Yu Liang stopped, looked at the monk calmly, and said calmly: "I am not here to burn incense, but to dismiss your Shaolin!"

Hearing this, the novice monk was obviously stunned, but soon regained his composure, clasped his hands together and said:

"Amitabha, don't make such a joke."

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Yu Liang's tone suddenly became low, and he stared at the monk with a sharp gaze. As he finished speaking, a strong aura suddenly burst out from his body.

The monk was shocked by the sudden momentum and his face changed suddenly. He realized that Yu Liang was unusual and knew that he had bad intentions.

His heart tightened, but he remained calm. He clasped his hands together and bowed to Yu Liang, then quickly turned around and ran back to the temple for help.

After the novice monk left in a hurry, Yu Liang stood in front of the Shaolin Temple and waited quietly.

Soon.

He heard footsteps, obviously the Shaolin monks were coming towards him.

Soon, a group of monks in yellow robes filed out, holding sticks and with vigilant looks on their faces.

The leader was a middle-aged monk, wearing a wide monk's robe that covered his sturdy body. The two hands he stretched out were thick and big, and it was obvious at a glance that he was good at palm techniques.

"Amitabha, I don't know your name? And why are you making trouble in front of my Shaolin Temple?"

Yu Liang smiled slightly and said calmly: "I am not here to cause trouble, but to learn martial arts from you and see if the martial arts of Shaolin Temple are as powerful as the legend says."

"If not, then please disband!"

The voice was gentle, but it carried an unquestionable menace.

The middle-aged monk frowned. He also realized that Yu Liang was no ordinary person, so he waved his hand to signal the other monks to step back, and he walked forward, ready to compete with Yu Liang.

"Then please teach me something or two!"

The middle-aged monk took a deep breath, moved slightly, and instantly approached Yu Liang with a palm. His palm made a sharp sound, which showed that he had profound skills. Yu Liang dodged the swift attack easily, and at the same time, he slapped back with his palm, which lightly touched the palm of the middle-aged monk.

There was only a muffled "bang!"

Yu Liang stood there motionless, while the middle-aged monk opposite flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, and fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up.

"Abbot!" "Uncle Master!" "..."

Suddenly, many monks were in chaos.

Except for a few people who went to check on the middle-aged monk's injuries, the others immediately rushed forward and surrounded Yu Liang.

"Set up the formation!"

The monks responded and quickly changed positions, forming an indestructible formation with exquisite coordination.

"Drink~"

With a low shout, the sticks were swung, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

Yu Liang was in the formation without any panic or fear.

"Pediatrics!"

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Liang moved suddenly, shuttling through the formation like a gust of wind.

Whenever Yu Liang's figure passed by a monk, the monk would feel a strong airflow coming towards him, as if he was hit hard by an invisible force.

They tried to resist, but the force crushed them one by one like a whirlwind.

Yu Liang lightly slapped out with his palm, and a monk was immediately struck by lightning and flew out. He fell heavily to the ground in the distance and was unable to get up for a while.

As the monks fell to the ground one by one, the entire formation collapsed in an instant.

Yu Liang stood in the formation, looking at the monks with an indifferent expression.

"Shaolin Kung Fu is nothing more than this!"

At this moment, another five old monks came hurriedly, looking at the monks lying on the ground, a trace of anger appeared on their faces.

"Amitabha!"

"I wonder what the donor's intention is?" an old monk stepped forward and asked.

Yu Liang continued calmly, "I don't have any other intentions. I came here today just to disband your Shaolin Temple!"

Hearing this, the five old monks looked at each other, then dispersed to five directions and surrounded Yu Liang in the middle.

"Donor, since you are talking nonsense, let me and others learn from your skills!" One of the old monks spoke slowly, his tone revealing unquestionable majesty.

Yu Liang smiled slightly!
The five old monks moved almost simultaneously, attacking Yu Liang from five directions. Their movements were swift and fierce, and each move was aimed directly at Yu Liang's vital points.

Yu Liang simply ignored the others, grabbed one of the old monks, and hit him in the chest with a palm.

The old monk immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards several meters away.

The other four old monks were horrified when they saw this. At the same time, the moves they used to attack Yu Liang were like hitting water and did not cause any harm to him.

Just when they wanted to retreat.

Yu Liang moved and came to the front of another old monk. He slapped him with his palm, and the old monk flew backwards like the previous one.

Yu Liang did not chase the three people who were already panicking. He just looked at them coldly and said, "From today on, there will no longer be a Shaolin Temple."

"Amitabha!"

Hearing this, the three old monks clasped their hands together and recited a verse.

The horrified expressions on their faces gradually disappeared, replaced by calmness and gentleness.

"In that case, we can only ask the Arhat to descend to the world to subdue the demons and monsters!"

Huh? What do you mean!
Yu Liang frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.

However, before he could think about it, a deafening bell suddenly rang out in the Shaolin Temple. The sound was deep and distant, as if it could penetrate the sky.

As the bell rang, the entire temple was shrouded in a circle of brilliant golden light.

In this golden light, the golden body of an arhat gradually emerged, majestic and sacred.

A hint of surprise flashed across Yu Liang's eyes, which then turned into a sneer:
"Haha, I see, it's waiting for me here!"

He recognized the aura emanating from the golden body of the arhat. Wasn't it the golden bell cover passed down to him by Guanyin Bodhisattva?

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(End of this chapter)