Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

Chapter 153 Wang Xian'er: Waaaaah, don't come any closer~

The stench of blood in front of the mountain gate was so strong it was nauseating.

Long Yan stood silently amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. His gray monk's robes formed an extremely eerie and shocking contrast with the hellish scene around him.

He did not return to the main hall immediately, but slowly closed his eyes.

He is feeling.

Experiencing the changes within oneself after the killing.

Buddhist precepts forbid killing, which is the first of the five precepts. Today, he broke the precept against killing, and he did so on a large scale. If it were an ordinary monk, he would probably be in a state of mental chaos at this moment, and might even be developing inner demons.

However, Long Yan's heart was completely empty.

Without any ripples, without any regret, without any pleasure, and without any sense of sin.

It was as if he had simply done something he was supposed to do, as natural as eating and drinking.

“Killing is also a form of restraint.”

A voice resounded from the depths of his heart.

He understood. He carried the protective power of the Arhat's golden body. Arhats have a kind and benevolent side, saving all sentient beings; they also have a fierce and wrathful side, subduing demons and monsters. Compassion and ruthlessness are two sides of the same coin, both serving to uphold the righteous path.

For those stubborn and wicked heretics, any attempt at persuasion through words is futile. The only solution is to use swift and decisive action to destroy their physical bodies, ending their evil deeds in the world. This is the true essence of the Vajra's Wrath. 670

Having figured this out, the last bit of hesitation in Long Yan's heart vanished. His state of mind was not shaken by the killing; on the contrary, it became more clear and harmonious.

He opened his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the main hall.

When he pushed open the door, he was greeted by several pairs of completely different eyes.

Uncle Da's eyes were filled with pure fear. He looked at Long Yan as if he were looking at a monster in human skin, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Xiao Zhen's eyes were extremely complex. There was shock, awe, and a hint of... inexplicable excitement. The demonic energy within her body, upon sensing that pure killing intent, even felt a faint sense of elation. But she quickly suppressed this elation.

The eyes of the wise master and Zhang Ling were solemn and thoughtful. They were contemplating deeper questions about the "Tao" and the "Law".

Wang Xian'er's eyes showed the most pain.

She collapsed to the ground, her face ashen, watching Long Yan approach her, her body trembling uncontrollably. The bloody and brutal scene from before kept replaying in her mind. The image of the gentle, refined monk who had shielded her from swords and the ruthless demon before her kept overlapping and tearing apart, pushing her to the brink of mental collapse.

"No...don't come any closer..." she murmured in a dreamlike voice, her eyes filled with fear.

Long Yan stopped in front of her.

He crouched down, reached out his hand, and tried to help her up.

"Don't touch me!" Wang Xian'er screamed like a startled rabbit and shrank back abruptly.

Long Yan's hand froze in mid-air.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was awkward and heavy.

“Amitabha.” Master Zhihui spoke at this moment, breaking the deadlock. He walked to Wang Xian’er’s side and said softly, “Miss Wang, you have been frightened. The people that Junior Nephew Long Yan just killed were all villains whose hands were stained with the blood of innocent people. He took action to protect you and to protect Wulong Academy. This was subduing demons, not indiscriminate killing.”

Zhang Ling, unusually serious, chimed in, "Yeah, beautiful lady. Those guys deserved to die. If you knew what they'd done before, you'd think that letting them die so easily was too good for them."

Wang Xian'er seemed not to have heard a single word they said. Her mind was filled only with the image of blood and gore.

Long Yan remained silent for a moment before withdrawing his hand.

He stood up and said to Master Zhihui, "Uncle-Master, the corpses outside need to be dealt with. This matter may attract the attention of the mortal police."

The Master of Wisdom nodded, his expression grave: "This is indeed a problem. Such a large-scale gunfight and death cannot possibly be concealed."

Just then, Zhang Ling chuckled and pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a black iron plaque that looked very old, with the character "令" engraved on it.

"The police? Easy peasy." Zhang Ling waved the iron token in his hand and said smugly, "You may not have seen this before. It's called the 'Mysterious First Order,' a token between our Xuanmen orthodox sect and a special department of the state. It's specifically used to handle things that... are inconvenient for ordinary people to know."

He explained that the national leadership had always been aware of the existence of the "inner world" and had established a secret organization codenamed "Dragon Group" to deal with and handle various supernatural events and maintain social stability. These righteous sects maintained a delicate cooperative relationship with the "Dragon Group."

“I’ll call them right now,” Zhang Ling said, actually pulling a mobile phone from his bag. “They’ll send professional ‘cleaners’ to clean up the mess. I guarantee that by daybreak tomorrow, this place will be spotless, without a single drop of blood. As for the news, at most it’ll just report a ‘gas pipeline explosion’ of unknown cause.”

Uncle Da and Xiao Zhen were stunned by what they saw. They never expected that this seemingly unreliable young Taoist priest would have such a powerful "official background".

Long Yan also glanced at Zhang Ling with some surprise.

While Zhang Ling was making a phone call to contact the "cleaner," Long Yan walked up to Wang Xian'er.

He didn't try to touch her again, but said to her in a calm tone, "Miss Wang, I know that everything you saw today frightened you. I did kill someone, and I will never deny that."

"However, I hope you understand. In this world, light and darkness always coexist. Where there is a compassionate Buddha, there must also be an angry Vajra. In the face of wolves, any reason or pity is a desecration of kindness."

“You live in the light, and what you see is peace and prosperity, flowers and applause. But what you don’t know is that behind this light, there are many people like me and like Master Zhang, fighting to the death in the darkness you can’t see, against those things that try to devour the light.”

“What I have done today is not for your understanding, nor for your forgiveness. I only want to tell you that you need not be afraid. Because as long as we ‘Vajra’ are still here, we will do our best to prevent darkness from crossing the line and polluting people like you who live in the light.”

After saying that, he said no more and turned to walk towards the back hall.

He needs to meditate, to completely settle and transform the murderous aura of today, turning it into a part of his Dao heart.

Wang Xian'er sat blankly on the ground, Long Yan's words like heavy hammer blows striking her chaotic heart.

She looked up at the lonely figure walking into the darkness, and for the first time, her eyes held not only fear, but also an indescribable sense of shock and heartache.

She seemed to be beginning to understand.

What kind of heavy burden of the world is this man carrying on his shoulders?

Chapter 154 Royal Senior Sister! Dragon Group

Zhang Ling's mobile phone call was incredibly efficient.

Less than an hour later, under the cover of darkness, several unmarked black SUVs silently drove up to the foot of Wulongyuan Mountain. Seven or eight well-built men jumped out of the vehicles; they were dressed in black combat uniforms, wearing tactical helmets and night vision goggles.

They acted swiftly and worked in perfect harmony, clearly demonstrating that they were highly trained professionals.

Instead of going up the mountain, they began their work at the foot of it. They used an unknown chemical spray to clean up the bloodstains on the ground; they used specially made body bags to encase the bodies of the Vietnamese assassins one by one; they even meticulously collected the wrecked motorcycles and the bullet casings scattered on the ground.

Their movements were as professional as a group of sanitation workers working late at night, except that what they were cleaning up were traces of death and slaughter.

The leader was a tall man, around forty years old, with a stern face and sharp eyes like a hawk. He walked alone into the Wulong Courtyard.

Zhang Ling was already waiting in front of the mountain gate.

"Captain Li, long time no see, you're still as dashing as ever." Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhang Ling's usual playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a rare seriousness.

The man known as "Captain Li" nodded. His gaze swept over the tattered gate, then turned to Zhang Ling, and he asked in a deep voice, "Zhang Ling, your master finally let you go down the mountain? What's going on here? My men reported that the residual energy detected at the scene is extremely large. Besides your thunder magic aura, there's also... a Buddhist power that we've never seen before, extremely yang and powerful."

"Hehe, it's a long story." Zhang Ling chuckled. "Let me introduce you. This is the owner of that power."

As he spoke, he stepped aside, revealing Long Yan walking slowly out of the main hall behind him.

Team Leader Li's gaze instantly focused on Long Yan.

In his view, although Long Yan was just a young man wearing an ordinary monk's robe, under the scan of his special tactical goggles, a faint, invisible golden aura swirled around Long Yan's body! That aura was magnificent, vast, and sacred, which made even the captain of the "Dragon Group," who was used to seeing all kinds of extraordinary people, feel a sense of awe from the bottom of his soul.

"I am Li Ying, the leader of the South China Operations Team of the Ninth Bureau of the Ministry of State Security, codenamed 'Dragon Group'." Li Ying put away his imposing aura, gave Long Yan a standard military salute, and introduced himself.

His name suddenly reminded Uncle Da, who was eavesdropping nearby, of something. Li Ying—wasn't that the skilled and righteous policeman from the Hong Kong film "Royal Warriors"? He never expected that Li Ying was a member of the "Dragon Group."

This world is indeed becoming more and more wonderful.

"This humble monk, Long Yan, greets Captain Li." Long Yan clasped his hands together and returned the greeting.

Li Ying's gaze lingered on Long Yan for a few seconds before he slowly spoke: "Master Long Yan, according to our agreement with the Xuanmen, all supernatural conflicts occurring within the territory must be reported to our bureau. This incident involves illegal armed personnel from abroad, and its nature is extremely serious. I need a detailed report."

His tone was businesslike, but there was no questioning in it; it was more of a routine procedure.

Long Yan glanced at Zhang Ling, who immediately understood and stepped forward to recount the whole story, embellishing it. Of course, he omitted the part about Wang Xian'er's father owing money, only saying that an overseas gang coveted Wang Xian'er's beauty and intended to kidnap her, but was caught in the act by Master Long Yan, who intervened to subdue the demon.

He portrayed Long Yan as a reclusive master who would always help those in need.

Li Ying listened quietly. Having experienced countless battles, he naturally wouldn't completely believe Zhang Ling's flawed explanation. But his focus wasn't on the cause of the incident.

He looked at Long Yan and asked the question that concerned him most: "Master, according to my people, all the bullets at the scene were stopped. I want to know, can you... withstand the fire of a large-caliber sniper rifle head-on?"

This question stunned everyone.

Long Yan thought for a moment and calmly replied, "I have never tried it. But I believe it should be fine."

This calm reply stirred up a tidal wave of emotions in Li Ying's heart!

No problem!

What does this mean? It means that the young monk before us possesses combat capabilities that surpass the limits of modern individual weapons! He alone is equivalent to a mobile, AI-powered... main battle tank!

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This is of paramount importance to a country's strategic planning!

Li Ying took a deep breath, suppressing his shock. He knew that any coercion or command towards such a person would be foolish. Cooperation and befriending were the only options.

His attitude became even more respectful: "Master, I admire your divine power. Today's matter will be handled entirely by our bureau under the pretext of 'terrorist attack.' We will absolutely not cause any trouble for Wulong Academy."

“Furthermore,” he took out something resembling a pager from his pocket and handed it to Long Yan, “this is my bureau’s emergency contact device. If you encounter any unsolvable troubles from the ‘inner world’ in Hong Kong, or need any worldly assistance, you can call me at any time. As long as it is within my bureau’s jurisdiction, I will do my best to assist you.”

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This is already a blatant attempt to curry favor and win over.

Long Yan took the communicator and nodded: "Thank you, Captain Li."

After completing his task and exchanging a few more words with Zhang Ling, Li Ying turned and left. His figure disappeared into the night.

The cleanup work at the foot of the mountain was also completely completed before dawn.

When the sun rose, apart from the smashed plaque and some craters left from the battle, there was no trace of blood left in front of the Wulong Temple's gate, as if the bloody massacre of the previous night had never happened.

But everyone knows that the impact of this event has only just begun.

Long Yan not only demonstrated his unparalleled martial prowess to the "Inner World" once again, but more importantly, he established initial contact with the "Dragon Group," which represents the state apparatus.

This gives him a crucial piece in the increasingly complex game he's playing in Hong Kong.

Meanwhile, in a guest room in the main hall, Wang Xian'er, who hadn't slept all night, finally made her decision. She composed herself, walked to Long Yan's meditation room, and gently knocked.

She wanted to say a few words to him in person.