Gu Long's World: Starting with the Legend of Chu Liuxiang

Along with the sound came a dark figure carrying a strong gust of wind.

Jiang Fengyue drew her sword to receive it, and with a gentle flick, discovered it was a string of Buddhist prayer beads.

A small string of Buddhist prayer beads can possess immense power.

However, a string of Buddhist prayer beads was no match for Jiang Fengyue. With a gentle flick of his wrist, the beads were sent flying back outside the courtyard.

The prayer beads were caught by someone outside the courtyard, and they made a sound like stones colliding.

Five gray-robed monks in straw sandals and white socks entered the small courtyard. The already narrow courtyard became even more cramped, making it hard to breathe, not to mention the two corpses lying on the ground.

The leading monk had white hair and eyebrows, but his complexion was fair with a rosy glow, and his eyes were bright and piercing.

"Check-in!"

"Successfully checked in with Master Xinmei and gained five years of internal energy."

"Successfully checked in as a Shaolin disciple and gained one year's worth of internal energy."

"Successfully checked in as a Shaolin disciple and gained one year's worth of internal energy."

……

Apart from Master Xinmei, the other four Shaolin disciples were all roughly equal in terms of internal strength.

Jiang Fengyue sighed inwardly. Master Xinmei was indeed quite capable. Shaolin, as the number one sect in the world, was indeed not to be underestimated.

When Zhao Zhengyi saw Master Xinmei, the fear on his face turned into joy, as if he had met a savior from outer space. He felt that his life was no longer in danger.

Zhao Zhengyi shouted, "I was unaware of your presence, Master. I have failed to greet you properly. Please save my life, Master. I will repay you handsomely afterward."

Master Xinmei clasped his hands together, and hanging on his hands was clearly the string of Buddhist beads that had just been used to strike Jiang Fengyue. His two hands together looked thicker than a door panel, and he had honed his Buddhist palm techniques to perfection.

Jiang Fengyue felt annoyed whenever she saw these monks, and couldn't help but think of Wuhua.

He said irritably, "Bald monk, why did you ambush me for no reason?"

Master Xinmei looked at the two corpses in the courtyard, sighed deeply, and kept chanting Amitabha.

After a long while, Master Xinmei sighed, "This old monk did not want the patron to commit more killings, so I intervened. Although the patron's sword was fast, it was still not as fast as the Buddha's divine eye."

Jiang Fengyue frowned and said, "Do you really think...?"

Zhao Zhengyi interrupted, saying, "Master, stop listening to his nonsense. He not only wants to rescue the Plum Blossom Bandit, whom everyone in the martial arts world can kill, but he has also killed two heroes of the martial arts world. Please, Master, rid the martial arts world of this scourge."

Master Xinmei said in a deep voice, "The Plum Blossom Thief? Is that the Plum Blossom Thief who injured Qin Zhong, a lay disciple of our sect?"

Zhao Zhengyi pointed at Li Xunhuan, but to others he only saw a clenched fist. Only then did he remember that the finger he often used to point at others had long been cut off by Jiang Fengyue.

He switched to another finger and shouted, "He is the Plum Blossom Thief, the infamous Li Xunhuan, the scourge of the martial arts world!"

His eyes darted around, and he sighed again, "Unfortunately, Master, you're still a step too late. Young Master Qin Chong has already..."

Master Xinmei frowned and said, "Could it be that Qin Chong has already ascended to the Western Paradise?"

Zhao Zhengyi pointed at Jiang Fengyue, feigning sadness as he said, "Although Young Master Qin's injuries are severe, his condition is gradually improving, but..."

Master Xinmei asked, "But what is it?"

Zhao Zhengyi pointed at Jiang Fengyue and said loudly, "She was killed by the quack doctor that this person brought. Qin Zhong's father, Qin Xiaoyi, wanted to punish the quack doctor in order to seek justice. However, this person not only protected the quack doctor but also injured Qin Xiaoyi's arm."

Jiang Fengyue had to admire Zhao Zhengyi's ability to distort the truth, and his sword was once again close to Zhao Zhengyi's throat.

Jiang Fengyue sneered, "You have a very sweet tongue, and your storytelling ability is first-rate. I hope that in your next life, you won't be a great hero again, but rather a storyteller in an inn."

Zhao Zhengyi panicked and shouted, "Master, please help avenge Young Master Qin Chong!"

Jiang Fengyue coldly said, "Old bald monk, I just wonder if Buddha's wise eyes can see that this person in front of you is a rat."

Master Xinmei clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "You cannot kill him."

Jiang Fengyue sneered, "You think this person can't be killed?"

Master Xinmei said slowly, "We cannot kill them. With this old monk here today, you, my patron, will not be able to kill anyone."

After speaking, he flicked his prayer beads, this time faster and with more force than before.

Unfortunately, Jiang Fengyue's sword was even faster. With a light slash across Zhao Zhengyi's throat, blood spurted out and stained his sword.

He turned his sword and the tip of the blade struck the string of Buddhist beads.

In an instant, the prayer beads were scattered all over the ground, each one stained with Zhao Zhengyi's blood.

Master Xinmei's eyes were wide open in anger, bloodshot and filled with whites, just like the blood-stained prayer beads on the ground.

Jiang Fengyue sheathed his sword, clasped his hands together, and murmured, "Amitabha."

He sighed again, "It's a pity that these evil spirits can't go to the Western Paradise after they die. They can only be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell to suffer some torment. In their next life, they will be reborn as pigs, cows, or sheep."

Master Xinmei said in a deep voice, "Since you do not repent, don't blame this old monk for hurting you."

Five Shaolin monks, including Master Xinmei, had surrounded Jiang Fengyue.

All five men had their hands clasped together, their expressions solemn. Their movements were as smooth as flowing water, but when they stopped, they became as heavy as mountains.

As soon as Jiang Fengyue moved, the five monks followed suit. If he were to leap up, the five monks would seize the opportunity to attack his lower body with their iron palms.

He tried to slip through the gap between the monks, but the five monks began to spin around and didn't leave him any opening.

Jiang Fengyue laughed and said, "Is this your Shaolin's Arhat Formation? It looks quite interesting."

Master Xinmei said in a deep voice, "Not bad, you do have some sense. But I wonder if you can escape today?"

Jiang Fengyue smiled and said, "Why would I run away?"

Under the combined attack of the Shaolin protectors and the four great masters, no one in the world could escape unscathed.

Jiang Fengyue did not intend to escape, because no matter what kind of formation it was, it could only trap people with similar martial arts skills to the person who set it up.

Jiang Fengyue's internal strength and martial arts prowess far surpass those of these Shaolin monks.

As the saying goes.

One force can overcome all methods.

Jiang Fengyue intended to break the formation in this way.

Before the monks could make a move, he struck Master Xinmei with all his might.

Before he even encountered Master Xinmei, the eight iron palms of the other four monks attacked him from all directions.

These monks' palm strikes were not weak, but they completely underestimated Jiang Fengyue. Compared to Jiang Fengyue, their palm strikes were far too weak.

Jiang Fengyue's powerful internal energy erupted, and the palms of the four Shaolin monks striking him felt like they were returning to him several times over.

The four monks were sent flying backwards in an instant.

But at that moment, Master Xinmei's palm strike met Jiang Fengyue's palm strike.

The Shaolin Dharma Protector's palm strike was unmatched by any other monk. This palm strike was powerful and heavy; even if it struck a boulder, the boulder would be shattered.