Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 348 The Rationalist Must Die
"I once met a master who told me to be like a bodhi tree and to have a mind like a clear platform, which I should wipe clean all the time to avoid any dust. Master, is that right?"

"..." The old monk with white eyebrows looked at the Yin-Yang sword energy that was approaching inch by inch, his eyes filled with ripples.

"I once met a master who said, 'There is no Bodhi tree, and the clear and bright is not a platform. There is nothing at all, so where can dust gather? Master, I want to ask you, of these two great monks, whose advice should I listen to? Or... neither of them?"

The white-browed old monk's eyes flickered between light and dark, repeatedly, and he exhaled a breath of foul air. Chu Pingsheng's sword energy was no longer blocked, breaking through the defensive air wall, turning into a finger and tapping into the opponent's Qi Hai acupoint.
The old monk with white eyebrows showed pain on his face as his internal energy drained away. He was also bound by the Beiming Divine Art just like Jiumozhi.

"Defeated...defeated...this old monk is no longer capable?"

A disciple of the Taishan School swallowed his saliva and kept repeating this sentence, forcing himself to accept the reality.

Others had similar expressions.

Even though everyone knew that Chu Pingsheng was absorbing people's internal energy, no one dared to launch a sneak attack at this moment.

What’s more, Kang Guangling had already brought four of the Eight Friends of Hangu to surround them, and they would certainly not sit idly by and watch someone attack their great-grandmaster.

After half a cup of tea.

puff.

puff.

Two muffled sounds.

The old monk with white eyebrows fell to the ground and died.

Jiumozhi fell to the ground, but he was not dead.

Chu Pingsheng spat at the Sweeping Monk in a very ungraceful manner.

"Pooh!"

If we were to say who he despises the most in this book, it would be the monks who try to smooth things over. What about compassion, what about laying down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha right away? To sum it up, it can be summed up in one sentence - the pretentious version: Join my Buddhist sect, and you will no longer be burdened by cause and effect. The popular version: Only I can save your life.

"thank you."

He took two steps back, squatted down, took off Jiumozhi's monk shoes, put them on his own feet, patted the national teacher on the shoulder, took a step forward, and turned into a stunning wild goose, passing in front of Li Qiushui. Murong Bo didn't even have time to react properly before he was kicked in the heart by a kick from the sky. He fell to the ground with a hum, directly breaking several stone slabs and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

The sound was faint, as if coming from the left, and also as if echoing from the right. Li Qiu Shui looked left and right, and suddenly turned her head to look at Xiao Yuanshan who was hit by Wuyazi's palm. She saw a residual shadow approaching. Xiao Yuanshan stretched out his left palm, and the left palm broke with a crack. He stretched out his right palm, and the right palm broke with a crack. Then another punch of the Vajra Fist fell, directly breaking his right foot, and blood was immediately dripping.

"Brother, you have worked hard."

When Wuyazi came to his senses, he saw Chu Pingsheng holding one of Xiao Yuanshan's feet and dragging him on the ground, with blood dripping all the way.

The whole place was silent except for Xiao Feng who was roaring in rage and wanted to kill his entire family, and Murong Fu who rushed to Murong Bo, pushed him constantly and shouted "father".

"Your martial arts were taught by a warrior from the Southern Dynasty, so you were close to the Song Dynasty thirty years ago. By the time of the Battle of Yanmen Pass, Zhao Qiansun, Mr. Tan and Mrs. Tan were all dead, Xuanci was disgraced and committed suicide not long ago, and you caused Ye Erniang and Xu Zhu to be separated for more than twenty years. This is considered revenge for the Battle of Yanmen Pass. Since you are no longer close to the Han people, the martial arts taught to you by the warrior from the Southern Dynasty should be taken back, so I abolished you. It's fair, isn't it?"

Chu Pingsheng threw Xiao Yuanshan in front of Xiao Feng like a dead dog.

"Xuan Ku's disciple is named Qiao Feng. Now I only have Xiao Feng in front of me. It is fair for me to help Xuan Ku get back the martial arts he taught me, isn't it? So I will cripple you too."

He groaned for a moment and said, "Now the only thing left is the revenge of Qiao Sanhuai and his wife. Xiao Feng, which one of you should I kill to avenge them? After all, you said that your father's fault is your fault, and you will take revenge on others. Otherwise... you and your son should discuss who will pay the price? Well, why are you looking at me like that? Am I being unfair? I think I have principles in doing business. My prices are fair and I never cheat anyone."

After he finished speaking, he clasped his five fingers together, and a long sword in the hand of a Qinglong Gang disciple fell into his palm. With one strike of the sword, it pierced through Yelu Hongji's head from the back of the head forward and nailed it into the muddy ground.

A generation of Liao ruler died just like that.

Died like a homeless stray dog.

Xiao Yuanshan's face was filled with endless anger: "The Song people will pay the price for your actions."

"That's fine. If you kill ten Song people, I will kill a hundred Khitans until you Khitans change your names and surnames and have no descendants. It's a trade of heads, so let's see which side has more people." Chu Pingsheng smiled politely, "You should know that I will not allow others to destroy the reputation of a monk like me who likes to do business with others."

As if to show his determination, or perhaps to comfort those disciples of the small sect who were frightened by Xiao Yuanshan's words, he pulled out the long sword that pierced Yelu Hongji's skull, and slashed it diagonally to the back with blood and brain matter.

Crack! The fine steel sword exploded, and the sword fragments fell to the ground.

He used his internal force to burst the sword?
Two injured Qingcheng Sect disciples nearby looked at each other, thinking that it was a bit low-level to threaten a master like Monk Kongxu with a shattering sword.

However, the next breath was accompanied by crisp crackling sounds, and it seemed that the entire ground was shaking.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound with panic on their faces, and saw that the several-meter-high granite archway in front of the mountain path leading to the Shaolin Temple gate on the other side of the square was broken in the middle, and countless stone chips fell down. After a few breaths, it collapsed with a loud bang and turned into rubble on the ground.

Wow, he destroyed the Shaolin Temple’s archway with just one sword?
The two Qingcheng Sect disciples' legs went limp and they collapsed to the ground. It turned out that the sword was not exploded intentionally by Monk Kongxu, but it could not withstand the terrifying sword energy and broke into pieces.

Xuansheng, Xuanji and others whose martial arts had been crippled looked ashen.

The Shaolin Temple has stood in the Central Plains for hundreds of years and has always been the light of righteousness in the martial arts world. It has never been as shameful as it is today. Not only has the scandal of the abbot Xuan Ci been exposed, but now even the archway has been smashed by the traitor Kong Xu.

If Shaolin Temple was a person, then its face could be said to be slapped from both sides, with the left side slapped then the right side. What was even more uncomfortable was that they could do nothing. At this moment, the monk Kongxu and all the masters present, even with Li Qiushui and Wuyazi, were no match for him.

Who would dare to go up against such a powerful force? Going up would be a death sentence.

Seeing the death of the Liao ruler, Xiao Yuanshan bit his lip and blood slowly flowed down the drooping corners of his mouth.

"Ah, ah..." Xiao Feng rushed forward and crashed into the monk.

Chu Pingsheng was already no match for the Sweeping Monk before he absorbed his inner strength, let alone now. The sudden collision missed him, and with a crisp sound, a foot broke his right calf.

"Brother Xiao, don't."

Ah Zhu rushed over, picked him up from the ground, looked at Chu Pingsheng with tears in her eyes and shook her head: "No, no, I beg you... don't..."

"It's too late." Chu Pingsheng stood up expressionlessly, looking at the Xiao family father and son on the ground with both hands and one leg disabled, and said:
"My dear disciple, you didn't understand that the most important thing for a family is to be together. Do you understand now?"

"I understand... I understand..." You Tanzhi spoke with a stutter and his voice was a little trembling. Although he did not kill the Xiao father and son with his own hands, when it comes to the means of revenge, it has to be his cheap master.

Snapped.

Chu Pingsheng sucked the sword of the left one of the two Qingcheng sect disciples who were paralyzed on the ground and threw it in front of Ah Zhu.

"Choose one. Whoever you want to live will be killed."

"..."

Ah Zhu's body trembled when she heard that.

"Let's make another deal. I just said that one of them must pay for the lives of Qiao Sanhuai and his wife. As long as you kill one of them, I will guarantee that the other will leave Songdi safely. If you are not the one who did the killing..."

He glanced at the crowd of heroes present and chuckled.

After hearing what he said, Ah Zhu's face turned pale and her whole body trembled.

Either kill Xiao Feng or kill Xiao Yuanshan. If she does not accept the deal and kills no one, You Tanzhi will not have to take action, as all the Han people present will rush to send them father and son to heaven.

She definitely doesn't want to kill Xiao Feng.

If you kill Xiao Yuanshan...

"You're right." Chu Pingsheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Since he can accept a father who killed his adoptive parents, how can he not accept a wife who killed her father? Don't you think so, Ah Zhu?"

Ah Zhu's face was filled with despair and she collapsed to the ground.

A-Bi felt indescribable bitterness in her heart when she looked at her good sister who had refused to listen to her advice. She had said long ago that nothing was more vicious than the revenge of Monk Kongxu, but A-Zhu did not listen and went north for love, and now the revenge has come.

Even Ah Zi, who had no moral sense, felt a chill down her spine.

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were red with anger, "Sinister and despicable, shameless villain!"

(End of this chapter)