Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Chapter 56 Rare Goods for Hoarding

Outside Shaolin Temple on Mount Song.

The sounds of clashing weapons and shouts could be heard from the forest from time to time, as the troops supporting the Indian monk Polo Xing were fighting with the Shaolin disciples.

Huijing peeked out from behind a tree.

Several yellow-robed monks, their left shoulders bare, were seen manipulating two giant snakes, locked in a fierce battle with four disciples of the Bodhidharma Academy.

Huijing was very familiar with these disciples of the Bodhidharma Academy, as they were all fellow disciples of the same generation.

Back then, he and four others practiced Buddhist chanting and martial arts together.

However, those four individuals were exceptionally talented and diligently cultivated their skills. Over the years, they successively entered the Bodhidharma Academy and learned superior Shaolin martial arts.

Naturally, I drifted further and further away from them.

The four monks from the Bodhidharma Academy coordinated perfectly, unleashing a series of coordinated moves, their palms and fists whistling through the air.

In an instant, they killed two large pythons and several Indian monks.

Only one Hu monk remained, stubbornly putting up a last stand.

The foreign monk was highly skilled in martial arts. He risked his life by using a secret technique, spinning upside down and incessantly, which temporarily blocked four disciples of the Bodhidharma Academy.

A monk from the Bodhidharma Monastery saw a figure moving in the woods and, noticing that the person was dressed in Shaolin monk's robes, spoke up.

"Which senior brother is here? Please come out and help."

Upon hearing this, Huijing was startled and turned to run, thinking to himself, "If those four guys find out, I won't be able to escape Shaolin."

Not long after, another figure was spotted. He darted behind a tree and observed.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Old Zhang, a tenant farmer in the temple.

At this moment, Old Zhang was holding iron tongs, catching dead snakes in the forest.

These venomous snakes were secretly driven by Boluoxing's accomplices, originally intended to disrupt Shaolin's defenses. Most of them had already sneaked into the temple, while the rest were killed by the monks at the foot of the mountain.

Old Zhang used pliers to pick up all the dead snakes and threw them into a sack.

Huijing frowned inwardly, feeling only bad luck.

"That poor wretch is incredibly audacious! He's so greedy for small gains that he's risking his life. He's utterly foolish!"

Knowing that the other person was no threat to her, Huijing planned to leave secretly.

As soon as he moved, a gust of wind came from behind him.

Huijing turned around and found that the person who came was one of the martial monks from the Dharma Academy.

He took a step back, trying to escape, but three other figures suddenly appeared and surrounded him.

The four disciples of the Bodhidharma Academy arrived together.

The leading monk asked, "Brother Huijing, it's late at night, where are you going?"

Huijing's heart tightened, and he clasped his hands together: "Junior brother heard that foreign enemies were invading, so he came down the mountain to protect the temple and subdue the demons."

The second monk said, "Since you are so determined to protect the temple, why did you stand aside and hesitate to lend a hand when we were fighting with the Indian monks?"

Huijing hurriedly replied, "Junior brother knows that the four senior brothers are highly skilled in martial arts. This mere barbarian monk can be killed with a flick of the finger."

The third monk said, "Then why did you immediately turn and leave after we spoke?"

Huijing was about to argue when the last monk interrupted him.

"Why are you carrying a bundle while protecting the temple and exorcising demons?"

The monk's face darkened: "The temple rules are strict. Ordained disciples are not allowed to leave the mountain without permission. You came here carrying your belongings, which shows that you have the intention to betray the temple. Therefore, we have no choice but to take you back to the disciplinary office for questioning."

As soon as he finished speaking, the five of them attacked simultaneously.

Knowing that he was no match for the four men, Huijing shook his bundle, and the contents flew out in all directions, obscuring everyone's view.

Inhale, form a ball, and bounce suddenly on the ground, leaping high into the air.

While dodging the combined attack of the four, he crashed into a large tree and, using the recoil, bounced to Old Zhang, who was catching snakes not far away.

Before the other party could even see what was happening, Huijing had already grabbed Lao Zhang by the throat.

Four monks from the Bodhidharma Academy quickly surrounded Huijing and his companions again.

The leading monk said, "The Vajra Indestructible Body truly lives up to its reputation as one of our temple's top-tier divine skills, allowing you to dodge an attack."

The second monk said, "Huijing, quickly surrender, or you will face endless suffering."

The third monk was about to speak when Huijing interrupted him.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"If he utters another word, I'll kill him first."

"We are all Buddhist disciples, and you wouldn't want to see this old man die because of you, would you?"

The third monk shook his head.

Huijing exclaimed happily, "That's wonderful! You four bald monks, get out of the way at once!"

But instead of retreating, the four monks advanced.

The third monk said, "Huijing, you are stubbornly clinging to your delusions and are about to commit more sins!"

The fourth monk sighed, "Selling out of the temple is already a serious crime, but killing the innocent is an unforgivable crime. Fellow monks, protect the Dharma and subdue the demons!"

Upon hearing this, the four monks from the Bodhidharma Academy nodded in unison and took a step forward together.

Huijing was surprised that the four people on the other side were even more ruthless than herself, and she panicked.

The four monks from the Bodhidharma Monastery remained calm, each extending their right palm and striking out simultaneously from above, below, left, and right.

The palm strikes were fierce and crisscrossing, completely sealing off all of Huijing's escape routes.

Huijing could no longer use the hostages as a threat. Just as she was about to inhale and form a ball to perform the Maitreya Lullaby pose, she heard a voice say.

"Wrong."

"That's not how it should be used."

As soon as he finished speaking, a numbness shot through his elbow's Shaohai acupoint, and the hand gripping Lao Zhang involuntarily loosened, allowing the hostage to break free immediately.

Immediately afterwards, Huijing suddenly felt that her body was out of control, like a puppet on strings.

His right thumb involuntarily pressed out and smeared towards the Shaoshang acupoint of the first monk.

He kicked back with his left foot, aiming at the Shenmen acupoint on the second monk's palm.

The right elbow struck horizontally, hitting the Laogong acupoint in the palm of the third monk.

However, the fourth monk's palm still struck Huijing's right rib.

But at this moment, Huijing had already formed a form with her inner energy and blocked the opponent's fierce palm strike.

Old Zhang gently patted Huijing's Tanzhong acupoint with his backhand.

A surge of powerful true energy flowed into his dantian, and Maitreya, with his belly clenched, rose like the midday sun, his imposing aura causing the fourth monk to be thrown back.

The four monks were all startled: "Demons and monsters! Fellow monks, use your special skills to protect the Dharma and subdue the demons!"

In an instant, four ultimate techniques were unleashed: Demon-Subduing Palm, Great Compassion Thousand-Leaf Hand, Bodhidharma Quick Palm, and Dragon Claw Hand.

However, as soon as they got close to Huijing, the four people's special skills involuntarily deviated from their direction.

Suddenly, the four monks of the Bodhidharma Monastery felt the same way as Huijing.

He found himself being manipulated by others in every move, like a puppet on a string, unable to control his own destiny.

Old Zhang said.

"This 'Bodhidharma Quick Palm' move is incorrect; it must be done this way."

He raised his hand and flicked it, and the monk involuntarily exchanged blows with his senior brother beside him, both of them trembling.

Then he twisted his wrist again.

Another disciple's Dragon Claw Hand technique, with its speed and dexterity, broke through the Great Compassion Thousand Hands Stance.

Huijing didn't rest either, throwing punches and palm strikes, leaving wounds on the four monks from the Bodhidharma Academy.

Old Zhang suddenly shook his head: "No, no, this trick needs to be a little more unorthodox to avoid arousing suspicion."

He raised his hand and manipulated them like puppets, controlling the movements and punches of the five people, causing them to fight each other and get injured.

The four monks from the Bodhidharma Academy were utterly horrified.

One of them had a sudden inspiration and shouted out loud.

"An eye for an eye!"

"You are, you are, Murong—"

Murong Bo sighed, "Only now can you recognize my identity. It seems that Shaolin is also suffering from a decline in talent."

A moment of effort.

Murong Bo manipulated Huijing to attack left and right, and had already killed all four monks of the Bodhidharma Academy.

He bent down and carefully examined the body, making sure that no one else could see anything amiss, before nodding in satisfaction.

Murong Bo turned his head and spoke to Huijing, who was already slumped on the ground.

"Master, you have personally killed four fellow disciples. I'm afraid there will be no place for you in the martial arts world anymore."

Huijing was filled with fear, and remembering how disrespectful she had been to the old man in front of her, she trembled with fear.

Just then, I heard light footsteps behind me.

Huijing turned her head and saw that the old man in fine clothes who had come was Yan Longyuan.

A thought struck him, and he said, "So, you were also under the command of Elder Yan."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized they weren't quite right.

He also saw that Yan Longyuan had already bowed to Murong Bo.

"Yue Laosan has also been taken away by Tan Qing."

"Should we inform Shaolin about the Four Evils' trip to Dali?"

Murong Bo nodded: "It's about time. Abbot Xuanbei is in charge of the Prajna Temple. If Shaolin is to assist the Duan family of Dali, he will definitely lead the team."

The fake Yan Longyuan continued.

"The message we released worked."

"Polo Star has already been subdued by Xuanji, Xuansheng, and Xuanyin working together."

Murong Bo nodded in satisfaction: "Master Polo Xing is not yet ready to leave Shaolin. If he leaves, why would the Indian monks come looking for trouble at Shaolin?"

He looked at the monk Huijing and said, "Master, you are different. Now is the perfect time for you to leave Shaolin and show your skills."

"I have a matter I would like to ask the master for help with."

"I wonder if the master would do me the honor?"

Huijing repeatedly said, "You're so kind as to reward me! You're so kind as to reward me!"

Upon noticing the fake Yan Longyuan glaring at him, Huijing realized his mistake and immediately corrected himself.

"What are your orders, sir?"

Murong Bo took out an insect egg.

"These insect eggs are extremely similar to those I sent people to find in the Western Regions."

"The person in charge of the search was a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect, but unfortunately he suddenly disappeared."

"I never expected to find the same insect eggs again at the foot of Mount Song. It must be fate."

"Of course, while these insect eggs are important, they are far less valuable than the master's rare and precious goods."

"Master's abilities far surpass those of that Star Constellation disciple. I would like to ask you to find a way to cultivate the insect eggs into adult insects."

Huijing immediately recognized the insect eggs. "So the old gentleman doesn't like playing with crickets, but prefers playing with grasshoppers?"

Murong Bo shook his head: "They're not grasshoppers, they're locusts."

He held up the insect eggs and examined them closely in the moonlight.

"These are locusts from the Western Regions. They are large and fierce, and extremely drought-resistant, but unfortunately, they don't grow well in the Central Plains. I have tried to cultivate them several times, but they have all failed to adapt to the soil and water of the Central Plains."

He stared at Huijing and said, "Master, you know a lot about insects. I don't think you will disappoint me."

Huijing's voice trembled: "Old sir, what are you cultivating this for?"

"Of course I want it," Murong Bo said, putting his hands behind his back and looking at the other person, "The world is in chaos."

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