The deepest affection in Gu Long's world

Chapter 135 A Show of Force (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets, 33 words daily)

At this moment, what Bai Xiaosheng saw was no longer Fang Yunhua calmly drinking tea.

Instead, it was a monster with countless tentacles that swung its slimy tentacles wildly, and when they brushed against his cheek, it made him feel an uncontrollable sense of fear!
impossible!

No one can defeat this monster!

Life is actually pretty good now!

You can see vibrant colors, hear pleasant sounds, smell enchanting floral fragrances, and taste all kinds of delicious food.

I'm already so old, I don't have many days left to live, so why do I have to go down a path of no return?

Life is so precious, why ruin all this beauty because of a little bit of resentment and unwillingness to accept it?

When Bai Xiaosheng, who had collapsed to the ground, trembled as he raised his head to look at Fang Yunhua, he found that the tentacle monster that had brought him endless fear had disappeared.

They are still in the Misty Rain Pavilion at Misty Rain Villa.

You can hear the sound of raindrops falling, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of rain. Although the sky is covered with a layer of haze, the scenery is still breathtakingly beautiful.

It's truly wonderful to be alive enough to see and experience all of this.

"Look at you, you're thinking about something again. Quickly compose yourself, or we'll be seen as ill-mannered when Abbot Xinhu arrives."

"Yes, Master."

Bai Xiaosheng looked at Fang Yunhua with gratitude, his mind free of any other thoughts.

At this moment, Abbot Xinhu and Master Xinzhu, led by a mute servant, arrived at the Misty Rain Pavilion. The first thing they saw was the familiar Bai Xiaosheng, who stood behind a young and handsome man like a loyal servant.

This startled even the usually composed Abbot Xinhu, and Xinzhu frowned deeply, looking utterly bewildered.

It was only the sound coming from beside them that startled the two, who had already realized they had lost their composure.

"Please have a seat, both masters."

Fang Yunhua smiled kindly.

Abbot Xinhu looked at Bai Xiaosheng, who simply nodded slightly and then humbly lowered his head.

There was no seat for him in this misty pavilion, and he seemed indifferent to it all.

Abbot Xinhu believed he knew his old friend quite well, so he naturally noticed the blindfold the other was wearing. After having some vague guesses in his mind, he did not take the initiative to say anything.

Instead, he said it politely.

"It must have been Tan Yue who invited my junior brother and me here."

Fang Yunhua nodded calmly.

"Pu'er tea from Yunnan Prefecture, please enjoy it, both of you."

Master Xinzhu did not touch his teacup, clearly indicating that he was well aware of the ways of the martial arts world these days. Abbot Xinhu, on the other hand, was perhaps confident in his own abilities, or perhaps he knew that there was no possibility of any underhanded tactics in the current situation.

So he readily picked up the teacup and took a slow sip.

"Good tea."

After some pointless small talk about the newly released weapon rankings, Abbot Xinhu confirmed that the man before him was indeed the mysterious Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

Now that Tianji Tower claims to be the number one intelligence organization in the world, it's inevitable that they would think of the theft of scriptures from the temple that Bai Xiaosheng mentioned before. It seems that the other party may have held key clues.

This made Abbot Xinhu somewhat uneasy.

After all, the theft of the scriptures from the temple had a significant negative impact on him as the abbot, and if the scriptures were to circulate, it would greatly reduce the Shaolin Temple's deterrent power.

At that time, I'm afraid all sorts of thieves, including the Saint of Thieves, the God of Thieves, the General of Thieves, the Demon of Thieves, and the Heroic Thief, will flock to Shaolin Temple to scout it out.

"May I ask if you have found any clues regarding the theft of the scriptures?"

Abbot Xinhu asked very directly. After entrusting the matter to Baixiaosheng for investigation, he knew that there was no need to pretend to be polite or hide anything from this man in front of him. The most important thing was to resolve the matter as soon as possible.

"Not only are there clues, but the thief himself has also been captured by our Tianji Tower. Coincidentally, this person is actually a member of the Plum Blossom Thieves."

In the original storyline, Li Xunhuan deduced that the Plum Blossom Bandits were an organized crime group when the truth was about to be revealed, but the current situation is different from the original storyline.

Because of her relationship with Fang Yunhua, and because Lin Xian'er wasn't willing to go all out, her control over the Plum Blossom Bandits wasn't very strong. She was mainly responsible for selling stolen goods, and even in the selection of targets, some members might not completely follow her instructions.

This made it well known in the martial arts world that the Plum Blossom Bandits were a group of people.

As a result, several novices were captured, but because Lin Xian'er paid great attention to secrecy in the structure of her forces, those novices were unable to uncover any further clues and were beaten to death.

“A member of the Plum Blossom Thieves. But based on my old friend's and my previous speculation, the person who stole the scriptures was very likely from within the temple.” Abbot Xinhu frowned slightly.

His unfinished words clearly revealed that the key to the theft of the scriptures lay with an insider, who was a member of the Plum Blossom Thieves organization and very likely one of its high-ranking members, making the matter quite complicated.

"I wonder how much the abbot is willing to pay."

Fang Yunhua's words startled Abbot Xinhu, who was still deep in thought, and a moment of astonishment flashed across his face.

They want money for this?

However, upon seeing Bai Xiaosheng, who was as humble as an old servant, he immediately realized that the young man in charge of Tianji Tower was the one before him. He had a deep personal relationship with Bai Xiaosheng, but they were complete strangers meeting for the first time.

"Sir, this matter is extremely important to the entire Shaolin Temple. If you are willing to help, you will be a part of our Shaolin Temple from now on."

"stop!"

Fang Yunhua sighed. Could this old guy be trying to fool Chu Liuxiang with a so-called eternal friend, just like he did in the Blood Sea Fragrance storyline?

Fang Yunhua remembers laughing at Old Chu in his heart at the time, thinking that he had to pretend to be a rogue cultivator. If he had brought up the background of the Iron Blood Banner Sect earlier, the other party would not have been so perfunctory.

In the end, the tables have turned.

The old monk in front of me was actually trying to get rid of me the same way he had dealt with Old Chu, and that was intolerable.

“I have crucial evidence of his crime, and I can point out that he is the real culprit who insulted Hua Yiyi, the third daughter of the Huashan Sect Leader. If necessary, I can also ask that Miss Hua to come forward and testify.”

As for what kind of conflict or strife might arise between the seven major sects if she discovered that the one who attacked her was a high-ranking monk from Shaolin Temple, that's not my concern. However, if the abbot cannot demonstrate genuine sincerity, then I can only use this matter to enhance my reputation as the head of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.”

At this moment, Fang Yunhua had already bared his fangs!

The threat was clearly stated, which made Master Xinzhu, who had been silent the whole time, raise an eyebrow. He cared most about his senior brother's reputation as abbot and attached great importance to the reputation of Shaolin Temple. But now, a young upstart dared to threaten Shaolin.

His words showed absolutely no respect for the leader of the seven major sects, which was like dancing on someone's sore spot!

I can't take it anymore!

boom! ——

He unleashed the full power of his Vajra Fist, shattering the stone table in the pavilion into pieces with a single blow!

Abbot Xinhu had the opportunity to stop it, but he said nothing. He simply took a step back calmly, while continuously chanting Amitabha Buddha.

At that moment, through his slightly narrowed eyes, he saw the Tianji Tower Master in front of him suddenly smile.

The long sword that had been standing next to the stone bench was drawn at that moment!

It's the wind!

The dark, evil wind had already engulfed it without its knowledge!
A streak of blood shot out before his eyes—it was the Heart Candle!
The sword's edge easily brought out a strange crimson color on his outstretched right arm!

At the same time, Abbot Xinhu touched his own neck.

It was thick blood.

Although it was just a few drops of crimson seeping from a bloodstain, it left Abbot Xinhu frozen in place in utter shock.

Heart Candle had already collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

Besides the initial sword light leaving a deep, bone-piercing wound on his arm, the opponent also dislocated his limb joints at an extremely fast speed!

Abbot Xinhu had never seen such a swift action!

He had heard that no one in the world could dodge Little Li's Flying Dagger, and he imagined that when Li Tanyue threw the dagger, he must have been incredibly fast. But now he saw another kind of speed, so fast that it was like an evil flower quietly blooming in the wind!

So fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage, his junior brother had already been temporarily crippled.

When did such a terrifying young master appear in this martial arts world?!

At this moment, he could no longer think any further, because the tip of the sword was only half an inch away from his brow. The sharp sword energy made the hairs on his body stand on end, and a faintly more profound and cold internal energy emanated from around the master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

He instinctively shivered.

He heard the other person say something in his ear.

"This time, the sword only grazed your neck. If you behave disrespectfully again, next time, the sword will remain on your neck."

Whoosh! —

A flash of cold light appeared before Abbot Xinhu's eyes, and then the sharp blade returned to its sheath.

The owner of Tianji Tower remained calm, holding the only intact teacup. The shattered stone table was cleaned up by Bai Xiaosheng, who acted like an old servant. Afterward, he personally brought over a brand-new stone table and respectfully took out a completely new tea set.

Abbot Xinhu was at a loss for words. He had never been threatened like this before, and as the leader of the seven major sects, he had never felt so powerless.

His pride compelled him to say something, yet he also secretly believed that if he truly angered this young man, he and Xinzhu would surely die!
If the news that the abbot of Shaolin Temple angered a great master with his words and was subsequently killed by him in a fit of rage were to get out, it would probably be a laughing stock of the world.

Moreover, the other party's threatening words were still echoing in his ears.

If the other party really uses the identity of the Plum Blossom Thief to directly frame Shaolin as the headquarters of the Plum Blossom Thief organization, given Bai Xiaosheng's influence in the martial arts world, coupled with the recent growth of Shaolin Temple, friction with other major sects is inevitable.

Then there are the wicked deeds that this Plum Blossom Thief has committed over the years.

It is certain that the Diancang Sect will be mobilized, because Wu Wentian, the number one swordsman in the martial arts world and the former leader of the Diancang Sect, died in an ambush by the Plum Blossom Bandits thirty years ago.

The Huashan Sect, which has already shown signs of decline, is likely to erupt completely!
He knew those major sword-wielding sects too well. When necessary, they were never short of the courage to go crazy. In other words, nine out of ten sword practitioners were crazy. As long as the opportunity came, they could go crazy at any time!
At this moment, Abbot Xinhu's gaze suddenly locked onto the young man leisurely drinking tea. He could confirm that although the other party was using a sword, he was by no means a reckless madman who had suddenly gone mad, because he had just noticed that Xinzhu had only suffered superficial wounds.

This means there is still room for maneuver between the two sides, and the domineering style displayed by this person has hit the Shaolin Temple's Achilles' heel.

Nowadays, Shaolin Temple dares not be too ostentatious, because its great development has attracted envy and made it particularly vulnerable to attacks from all sides. Unfortunately, the other side holds the trigger that could ignite a major war.

Moreover, compared to those madmen who wield swords, Shaolin, as a religious sect, is much more composed.

He was certain that as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he would have to endure it.

If he couldn't bear it, he would dare to actually kill himself, and then recklessly cause chaos in the martial arts world!
For an intelligence organization, chaos makes it easier to establish its reputation and prestige.

"My old friend, the Lord of the Tower actually values ​​this cooperation very much. However, your sudden and unreasonable move is somewhat inappropriate. After all, the Lord of the Tower is young and impetuous, and it is inevitable that he will make some impulsive decisions in a moment of passion."

As a senior figure in the martial arts world, you shouldn't act impulsively.

Well, here comes the wise and righteous scholar, who's always ready to play the villain.

What can Xinhu say now? He's actually not injured at all, except for a bloodstain on his neck. Compared to Xinzhu, who looks like he's about to be ruined, he's in much better shape.

While her body was not physically harmed, she suffered a mental assault!
He was certain that if it were his senior brother, Xinmei, he would have fought the Tianji Tower Master head-on, but he couldn't do that!
He is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, bearing the weight of the temple's reputation built up over hundreds of years. If his wrong decision drags Shaolin Temple into the quagmire of war, he would be unforgivable.

Fang Yunhua, who was quietly watching the other person trying to console themselves, smiled.

He actually discovered this back in the previous world.

The Shaolin Temple is a sect that is very tolerant, and the abbots are even more capable of enduring what ordinary people cannot, because the reputation and responsibility of the ancient temple are too heavy, and they dare not make any risky or reckless choices.

As long as you don't make any major mistakes in this position, then you've succeeded.

Therefore, in the world of Chu Liuxiang, the Northern Shaolin chose to endure the Huashan Sect's blatant expansion of its territory.

Knowing that Fang Yunhua held a weakness in their hands, yet unable to retaliate in any forceful way and forced to adopt a conciliatory approach, the Southern Shaolin Temple adhered to the principle that not acting impulsively was the right decision.

The current situation is the same. As long as the Shaolin Temple's reputation is not trampled on in public, everything is negotiable.

(End of this chapter)