The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

When Ku Cheng and the others saw this traitor, they were not pleased. They immediately said, "Disciples, listen to my command! Seize this traitor who has betrayed his master and ancestors!"

At this moment, the elder among the strangely dressed group stepped forward: "Wait a minute. I've long heard that Shaolin is one of the top martial arts sects in the Central Plains, but seeing it now, I'm utterly disappointed. Is this how the Central Plains welcomes guests from afar?"

The old man stirred his inner energy, and a wave of fire surged from him towards the Shaolin monks.

A burly monk's expression changed, and he quickly thrust forward with a palm strike. The illusory palm suddenly transformed midway, turning into several palm strikes that slammed into the wave of fire, preventing the wave of fire from advancing.

But the middle-aged monk had already been forced to retreat to the side of the monks.

Seeing that his disciple was unharmed, Ku Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the old man with hostility, saying, "May I ask who you are, and what brings you to Shaolin? Are you here with this Shaolin traitor?"

The old man remained silent, took a step back, and a veiled, silver-haired woman stepped out from the crowd.

"Abbot Kucheng, we have long heard that Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains is the pinnacle of martial arts. We went to Shaolin Temple in our early years and found it worthy of the name Shaolin. However, we later heard that it was just a branch of Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains, which made us yearn for Shaolin even more."

The woman's voice was ethereal, dreamlike, and otherworldly. She continued, "Now that we are fortunate enough to have Master Jifa's guidance, how could we not see the Buddha? We have promised Master Jifa that we will help them fulfill their wishes."

Upon hearing the woman's account, Ku Cheng guessed that it must be the Shaolin Temple established by Ku Hui. He never expected that it would be so short-lived, lasting only fifty years.

Having held a high position for so long, Shaolin has now been kicked out of its mountain gate. What's even more infuriating is that none of the people in this group are weak. How should Shaolin respond now? And how will the other sects view Shaolin after this incident?

His cloudy eyes looked around, finally settling on the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk stepped forward and asked, "Master Jifa, what brings you here?" Although he addressed Jifa by name, his eyes were fixed on the woman.

It was obvious that she was the leader of this group.

Liuli Ying didn't reply, but instead glanced at Ji Fa.

Jifa stepped forward and said, "Your Prajna Palm technique was quite good just now. It seems that Shaolin still has some talented people these days. Which generation of disciple are you?"

The middle-aged monk performed a Buddhist salute and said, "This humble monk, Tianming, greets my master, Uncle."

Jifa suddenly realized that he was the disciple of the senior brother. He must have been only a few years old back then, and he must be about that age now.

Looking at the monk's robe on his body, Jifa realized that he was now the abbot of the temple. It seemed that the old monk Kucheng was not stupid. Back then, the generation of monks with the name Ji was almost extinct, and the remaining ones were no longer able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of abbot of Shaolin. Now it seemed that Kucheng had chosen a grand-disciple from across generations.

"Tianming, I will not deceive you, nor will I bring up the past. This time, it is only for the exchange of Buddhist teachings and martial arts."

"Look at what Shaolin has become over the years."

After pondering for a moment, Tianming said, "I wonder, Master, how shall we communicate?"

Jifa waved his robe and said, "We'll each send five people. It's a contest of skill; the winner takes the prize. How about it?"

Tianming really didn't dare to agree. This group of people had obviously come prepared, and what was the prize they were offering?

Seeing that Tianming remained silent, Jifa turned to Kucheng and smiled, "Abbot, if you give us half of the Shaolin Sutra Repository, we can leave the mountain immediately. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Ku Cheng was filled with uncontrollable rage. This group of people harbored wolfish ambitions and had returned to carry out this act of extermination.

Ku Cheng said to Tian Ming, "Tian Ming, summon the monks to discuss this matter."

The bell rang.

Tianming went to look for his two junior brothers, but they were not there.

……

Yang Guo had already spotted the mountain gate, so he lagged slightly behind and walked alongside Jinlun.

"Master, how about we make a deal?"

Jinlun was puzzled; this young man was shameless.

But still curious, he asked, "What kind of deal?"

Yang Guo smiled mysteriously and asked, "Does the Master know anything about the martial arts world of the Central Plains?"

Upon hearing this, Jinlun felt a surge of pride: "I have long heard of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains, who are unparalleled in the world. It is a pity that I have never met any of them. What a pity!"

Yang Guo thought to himself with disdain, "You're kidding me. You can't beat any of them right now. But luckily, you have me now."

Yang Guo sighed, "Indeed, the Five Greats of this era are all elusive figures, but it's not like we don't try to catch a glimpse of them through other means."

Jinlun was completely baffled, wondering what kind of trick this young man was up to.

"Master, what do you think of my palm technique? Would you be interested in exchanging it?"

Jin Lun's eyes lit up.

Seeing his interest, Yang Guo continued, "Darba, what do you say?"

Darba was caught off guard by being called out. He shrank back and finally said in a simple voice, "I didn't see the whole picture." Then he lowered his head in shame.

Yang Guo coughed twice: "The Master should be a discerning person."

Jinlun pondered for a moment and then asked, "What do you want to change to?"

Yang Guo pointed to the wheel of the golden wheel.

Jinlun was furious. This brat was courting death; he wanted his treasure.

Seeing that the loudspeaker was displeased, Yang Guo continued, "Since the Master disagrees, how about we exchange martial arts for martial arts? I'll use my palm technique to exchange for your esoteric Buddhist technique—the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill."

Jinlun was shocked: "You know about my esoteric Buddhist techniques?"

"What are you saying, Master? The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is the supreme martial art of the Vajra Sect. This method has thirteen levels. Each level adds the power of a dragon and an elephant. Who doesn't know it?"

Jinlun stared blankly at the boastful young man, resisting the urge to slap him to death.

Two words escaped his lips: "No trade!"

Yang Guo was extremely anxious: "Master, have you thought this through? That secret method has such significant flaws, are you sure you don't want to switch?"

The four of them slowly entered the temple, completely ignoring their surroundings, and were so engrossed in discussing the cultivation techniques that they couldn't tear themselves away.

The colorless and formless had already gone to Tianming's side.

The two sides were on the verge of conflict.

Master Jifa clearly intends to undermine Shaolin's foundation. Since the incident with Huo Toutuo, the scriptures and martial arts manuals have been managed separately, and the current scripture library is nothing more than Buddhist scriptures.

How could he not guess? Yet that was exactly what he wanted. You're a Buddhist, aren't you? I'll make sure you can't even keep your scriptures. Let's see where your Buddha is.

Yang Guo glanced around and didn't recognize a single person.

I couldn't guess any of them.

Wait, what just happened?

White hair?!

Yang Guo rubbed his eyes. "White hairs now?"

Wouldn't that just be treating them like fairies?

Yang Guo glanced at it a couple more times, and then Cheng Yaojia pinched him repeatedly.

At this moment, the white-haired man was also looking at him with displeasure.

Yang Guo could see that these people had ill intentions, but he was actually very grateful to them, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get up so easily.

"Master, that secret technique is incredibly difficult to master. An ordinary person wouldn't even reach the fifth level in their lifetime, would they? Besides, we swore an oath never to pass it on. My palm technique is no less powerful than the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. How about it, want to exchange it?"

"What! You want to add the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to the price in exchange? You're dreaming!"

Yang Guo looked at the lama who seemed to want to eat farts.

Jinlun was too lazy to bother with this person.

Seeing that the lama wasn't taking the bait, Yang Guo continued, "Master, have you heard of the Nine Yin Manual?"

The golden wheel hand has even touched the wheel.

Yang Guo hurriedly said, "Don't rush, we can exchange, how about it?"

Jinlun looked at the young man with disbelief.

"You have the Nine Yin Manual? I doubt you've mastered the supreme Taoist classic."

Yang Guo said with shame, "I am still unskilled. This little bit of internal energy is not enough to control me."

Jinlun didn't believe this young man who was talking nonsense. Did he think he was so easy to fool?

Yang Guo was truly exasperated to see that he still didn't believe him; how could this man be so hard to catch?

He immediately added, "Dalba, come here."