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

"Master, Master, you must save him first, or he'll die!"

"Who goes there?" An old man with white hair and a youthful face, carrying a jade flute, floated over.

Cheng Ying hurriedly continued speaking to Huang Laoxie.

She had just settled the villagers and was about to rush back when she saw her master appear with her silly senior sister.

She knew that her master could save people much faster than she could.

Huang Yaoshi was also very puzzled as to what was going on with his little apprentice.

I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you in such a bad mood?

However, after listening to her rambling, he understood.

Unexpectedly, the young man not only knew the Peach Blossom Island martial arts, but could also fight five opponents at once. Not bad, not bad. He would like to meet him.

Huang Yaoshi tossed his foolish apprentice to his younger apprentice and sped off towards the village where thick smoke was rising without stopping.

However, when Cheng Ying arrived, she only saw the village engulfed in flames.

At the village entrance, there was only a headless corpse and three dead horses, while her master stood by the river, looking at the black blood on the bank.

……

"Father, Father, let me out, or I won't come back no matter how much you pretend to be sick next time." A stunningly beautiful woman dressed in purple was locked in her boudoir and was pounding on the door.

Outside the door stood a middle-aged man in his fifties.

He was tall and upright, with thick shoulders and back due to years of martial arts training.

He had a square face, a dignified appearance, and sharp eyes. Although he had a beard on his chin, it was neatly groomed.

This man was Cheng Yaojia's father, Cheng Yushan, now the leading figure in the martial arts world of Jinan Prefecture.

"You bastard! After such a huge incident, you didn't even come home. You just ran off with another man. You really don't care about your father's life or death, and you don't care about his reputation anymore, do you?!"

It's hard to imagine that this rugged man has such a beautiful daughter.

But he only has one daughter, and he spoils her rotten.

"Dad, your daughter is so wronged. Please let me out, okay? I promise I'll stay home obediently and won't run around." As she spoke, she gave off a heartbreaking feeling.

Any father would probably soften upon hearing his daughter say this.

It was obvious that Cheng Yushan wouldn't, because he had seen it too many times.

"Xiao Cui, keep a close eye on Miss and don't let her open the door. If you do what you always do, I'll break your legs."

A pure-looking young girl in green, with two braids tied around her neck, said tremblingly, "Yes, sir."

Cheng Yaojia cried out urgently, "Father, Father, don't go! The son-in-law I found is really outstanding—handsome, young, and most importantly, he treats me very well. Father! Father! Open the door!"

But they never heard Cheng Yushan's voice.

Then she changed the subject: "Cui, open the door."

The girl in green shakily unlocked the door.

Cheng Yaojia looked at Xiao Cui at the door, casually pinched Xiao Cui's pretty face, and said, "Good girl."

Seeing the little girl trembling and blushing, she suddenly understood why that stinky man always liked to pinch her, and she missed him even more.

"Miss, Master is truly furious this time. He stormed off to Taihu Lake. Please keep quiet for a couple of days and let him calm down, okay?"

Cheng Yaojia simply nodded; she hadn't planned to leave home so soon.

Although the door was open, she didn't go out; she just sat on the windowsill, lost in thought about the man.

Xiao Cui looked at the young lady with a hint of unfamiliarity, but continued, "Miss, I've already delivered the letter you asked me to give to the Quanzhen Sect. And is the son-in-law you found really handsome?"

"However, recently a young hero has been circulating in the martial arts world. No, first he was called a young hero, then he was called a petty thief. It is said that he is as handsome as Pan An, but he stole the Shaolin Nine Yang Manual and the Yi Jin Jing. Now the whole martial arts world is looking for him."

Xiao Cui told the story, but Cheng Yaojia trembled.

Cheng Yaojia hurriedly asked, "What's his name?"

"What?"

"Oh, that young man... I think his name is Yang Guo. But everyone says he has some kind of sinister air about him, I wonder if it's true. Xiao Cui really wants to meet him, I wonder if he's as handsome as Miss's son-in-law?"

Then, Xiao Cui saw her young mistress run out like the wind.

At the foot of Shaolin Temple.

"Have you heard? The Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository burned for three days and three nights?"

"It burned? You saw it?"

"Of course, I went up, but there are soldiers on the mountain now, so I can't explore anymore."

Someone retorted, "Bullshit! What Scripture Pavilion? It was a petty thief named Yang Guo who stole the supreme martial arts manual and burned down the Bodhi Temple."

"You're talking nonsense. What Yang Guo? It was clearly some kind of demonic sect that came up the mountain. Shaolin was weak and got beaten up, and then Shaolin was robbed."

"No, no, you're all wrong. It seems that the young man saved Shaolin from its crisis, but he was angry that Shaolin didn't pay him, so he stole the Nine Yang Manual and the Yi Jin Jing."

"Wait, what did you just say that person's name was? Yang Guo, right? What did he look like?"

"I wonder where that boy is now?"

The martial arts practitioners who had gathered at the foot of the mountain chatted amongst themselves, but suddenly they dispersed and disappeared into the world of martial arts, their whereabouts unknown.

Inside the Shaolin Temple, everyone is now on edge, as if facing life and death.

Song Yu went straight to Shaolin Temple that day without stopping, only to find that Shaolin was purging its own members.

She immediately decided to turn persuasion into pressure.

At that time, Shaolin had already transformed from a silent reform to a vocal reform.

She waited for the army to arrive before going up the mountain.

The three parties looked at each other in bewilderment.

Shaolin was on guard when he saw the soldiers suddenly appear. What was the imperial court trying to do?

Fortunately, Tianming still had some sense. Now that the situation was settled, he temporarily stopped.

"Tianming, you are truly my good grand-disciple. You actually colluded with the imperial court to destroy Shaolin's nearly thousand-year-old foundation."

"How could I have been so blind as to take in a heartless wretch like you?"

Ku Cheng, dressed in the abbot's robe, sat high in the main hall, thinking that his proud grand-disciple could restore Shaolin's glory. He never expected things to turn out this way.

Tianming remained silent; there was nothing more to say now.

How can reform be carried out without bloodshed?

Fortunately, fate was with Shaolin.

Unexpectedly, at the start of the project, it received assistance from the Demonic Sect and the young man, and now the entire martial arts world's attention is drawn to the young man.

The recent fire at Shaolin Temple also saw the last gaze upon it depart.

I just hope that the young man is alright.

As for the monk who set fire to the pavilion, let him be punished by never being allowed to leave the Sutra Repository again.

"Grandmaster, the closure of Shaolin Temple is useless. What's wrong with the martial arts? What's wrong with the scriptures? The mistake lies in..."

Ku Cheng glared at him fiercely.

Tianming said the last word: "human".

"Did you know all along that the Dharma of Tranquility was coming?"

Tianming remained silent. He had simply found out a little earlier. He had originally planned to use the Nine Yang Manual as a wager. If Shaolin lost, it would be a disgrace. If they couldn't even afford the wager, they certainly wouldn't be able to silence the gossip. After all, the Ming Cult wouldn't help Shaolin cover up the news.

The intention was to use external forces to suppress Shaolin and crush the stubborn faction that had long held high positions and valued face above all else, so that change could occur.

Who knew that the holy maiden would kneel down, causing Shaolin to win, so he had no choice but to play along.

As the young man was leaving Shaolin, a fire was set on the site of the martial arts manuals, and the blame was placed on the young man.

Fortunately, he didn't go too far. He ordered Wuse to go down the mountain to see the young man off. Since the young man accepted his kindness and left, it meant that he had agreed to help Shaolin.

He was worried that the young man would disagree, in which case he would have no choice but to force the reform.

With such a large-scale operation, Shaolin could no longer keep it a secret from the world as it had decades ago.

Now, only Ku Cheng is left to struggle alone, and the fate of Shaolin is already sealed.

He simply looked at the three servants and their attendants who had surged into the hall, along with the soldiers behind them.

Are these soldiers from the imperial guards?

Why have officials from the imperial court arrived?

Zhao Ying spoke up: "Are you currently in charge of Shaolin?"

Tianming performed a Buddhist salute, though his monk's robe still bore a few scattered red spots: "May I ask who you are?"

The general surnamed Zhao raised his hand and held up the token in his hand.

Tianming was surprised and bowed again to the handsome man in the center: "Greetings, Your Highness."

"May I ask what brings Your Highness on this journey?"

Song Yu did not answer.

Zhao Ying continued, "I heard that Shaolin Temple has been invaded by the Demonic Sect. Your Highness is deeply moved by the hardships Shaolin has faced over the years and has come to offer your assistance."

"Master, it seems that Shaolin really needs your help."

Tianming smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Everything is fine at Shaolin now. I'm afraid Your Highness has made a wasted trip."

"Master, I've heard that a young man from the martial world has lifted the siege of Shaolin, then stolen the scriptures, burned down the scripture pavilion, and fled?" Song Yu suddenly asked.

She would be a fool to believe the monk's nonsense. It's a pity she didn't meet Yang Guo, but coincidentally, everyone in the martial arts world was focused on Yang Guo, while Shaolin was undergoing tremendous changes.

When she brought the nearest city's garrison up the mountain, Shaolin Temple was embroiled in a fierce battle. She didn't care about the young men or the Sutra Repository anymore.

Tianming, without blushing or skipping a beat, said, "Your Highness is wise. It was merely an unintentional mistake by the young man. Shaolin..."

"You're talking nonsense! Say it again!"

Tianming was taken aback.

The old man quickly stopped the suddenly enraged Song Yu: "Young master, what... what are you saying?"

Song Yu's fair face was now filled with anger, and the soldiers, moved by her words, drew their swords and looked around.

The Shaolin monks were momentarily bewildered, but they still assumed a fighting stance.

Only Ku Cheng burst into laughter.

The elderly man surnamed Zhao quickly approached Song Yu and spoke respectfully.

Song Yu suppressed his anger and then waved his hand, easing the tense atmosphere between the two sides.

"Master, isn't it contrary to cultivation to place all the blame on a young boy? How is this any different from the actions of the demonic sect?"

Tianming was surprised. Could this person know Yang Guo?

"This humble monk is no such person. That young man possesses extraordinary bearing and a strong sense of righteousness, and is willing to lend a helping hand to Shaolin. This humble monk is also deeply grateful."

Song Yu couldn't quite figure out what the monk was saying.

If you're grateful, you'll shift all the burden onto someone else's shoulders.

"Senior brother, senior brother."

Wu Xiang rushed over in a panic.

Tianming's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened.

"What? You're saying that Wuse didn't say anything, and still took the original?"

Tianming's face was grim. Did that mean the young man knew nothing at all?

Wu Xiang also looked constipated, but still continued, "There's something else, even more important than this."

Tianming looked at Wuxiang, who then turned to look at Jueyuan, who had been confined to the Sutra Repository by his senior brother and was now standing at the threshold of the main hall.

Jueyuan had no idea that Shaolin Temple was in turmoil these past few days, while he was just organizing scriptures in the Sutra Repository.

why.

After secretly giving the young man away, he secretly set a fire.

Although only three people knew about this, they should still be punished.

This suited his wishes.

The first two floors of the Sutra Repository were cleaned for many days, finally making the Sutra Repository spotless. Suddenly, I remembered the words the young man had said before he left.

As I climbed to the third floor, intending to find the Lankavatara Sutra, I immediately noticed that the row of sutra shelves facing the stairwell was completely empty, with only four scrolls remaining, as if they were afraid that others wouldn't see them.

He went up to look through it and was completely stunned.

Tianming and Wuxiang listened to Jueyuan's story and looked at each other in bewilderment.

This young man has quite the temper. Not only did he find the Nine Yang Manual, but he also gave it to Shaolin Temple, intending to leave it to the first person to reach the third level.

"Amitabha."

Originally, Shaolin planned to use the Yi Jin Jing to understand the cause and effect, but unexpectedly, this young man also found the Nine Yang Manual, which Shaolin had lost for decades.

Fortunately, the Shaolin Temple of today is not the same as the Shaolin Temple of the past. Otherwise, the mere fact that the young man was learning the scriptures would have enraged the higher-ups of Shaolin Temple, who would have taken away the martial arts skills from him.

However, in doing so, the act of sending the sutra without color not only failed to repay the karmic debt, but instead incurred even greater karmic debt.

Now we can only hope that this young man is lucky and has a long life ahead of him.

Inside the secret chamber of Shaolin Temple.

Song Yu wished he could just kill those two monks with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"So, you just released the Yi Jin Jing onto him?" Song Yu asked, his face full of disbelief.

Tianming and Wuxiang were speechless for a moment.

Since the time of the Fire Monk, Shaolin has strictly kept its martial arts secrets, which has led everyone to crave martial arts more and neglect the scriptures in the Sutra Repository. Nowadays, there are hardly any people practicing Buddhism.

If Yang Guo hadn't arrived, causing Jueyuan to feel ashamed and go to sweep away the dust, it's likely that it would have been a long time before anyone went to the third-floor scripture pavilion.

Now that the Nine Yang Manual has been recovered and the conservative faction has stepped down, Shaolin only needs time to reopen its gates.

"Your Highness knows the young hero Yang Guo."

"You know your grandmother..."

Song Yu took a deep breath and calmed his anger.

"Master Tianming, I need Shaolin to publicly declare that he does not possess any Shaolin secret manuals."

"besides……"

Two hours later, Song Yu led his troops away.