Chapter 13: Xuan Ku: The Abbot Is Not Here, Shaolin Is Finished!

Inside the gourmet shop.

"Sigh!"

Yue Buqun let out a sigh, a hint of disappointment in his heart.

But on second thought, Yue Buqun understood.

Such immortal fate was not something everyone could possess.

Those of them who had been able to arrive were without exception people of deep immortal fate!

Only they were qualified to enjoy an immortal's gourmet food.

"So that's how it is, sorry to bother the shopkeeper!"

Hearing Su Mu's words, Song Yuanqiao nodded and retreated with a respectful bow.

Although he had known before asking that hope was slim, he still had to try.

After all, of the entire Wudang Sect, only he and his master had come here.

On the vast Wudang Mountain, there were still many disciples.

Whether for themselves or for those junior brothers, Song Yuanqiao had to ask.

"It seems it's only the likes of us!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded helplessly; since the immortal's rules were this, they had nothing to say.

"What a pity, my junior brothers won't get to taste it!"

Song Yuanqiao also sighed inwardly; thinking of his group of junior brothers, he could only shake his head with a bitter smile.

Watching everyone's expressions, Su Mu was utterly puzzled.

Good lord, it's just a plate of egg fried rice, is all this really necessary?

No takeout — that was the system's rule!

Why don't they just bring people here directly to eat?

What a strange bunch!

"Actually, you could also pack up your portions and bring them back for them to try!"

Guessing this group probably wanted their friends to taste it too, Su Mu offered a suggestion.

The system only rules one portion per person; if you want to pack some, just pack your own portion — wouldn't that work!

But the moment Su Mu finished speaking, the bitter smiles on the lips of Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao, and the others all froze in an instant.

"Um, shopkeeper, I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first!"

Yue Buqun was the first to slip away — pack his portion and bring it back?

Impossible!

His own portion wasn't even enough to fill him up, and he was supposed to bring some back for others!

As if the name Gentleman Sword of his, Yue Buqun, was just for show!

"Master, it's getting late, we should be going too!"

Song Yuanqiao, who had just been feeling sorry for his junior brothers, instantly changed his expression.

What? Did he just say to let the junior brothers have a taste?

No way, who said that? You must have misheard!

He, Song Yuanqiao, absolutely did not say it!

Vigorously arguing with himself inwardly, Song Yuanqiao then followed Zhang Sanfeng and left as well.

The two of them never mentioned the matter of packing food for others again.

In an instant, inside the spacious shop, only Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji, who had just finished eating, remained.

The moment the two finished eating and heard Su Mu's suggestion, they instantly thought of their group of martial brothers!

The two exchanged a glance!

Don't say it, absolutely don't say it, even if beaten to death they must not say it!

What happened today, they had no intention of mentioning!

Let alone packing gourmet food to bring back for them!

If their group of martial brothers found out they had broken their precepts, that would be terrible!

"Senior brother, it's getting late, let's go too!"

"Mm, mm, what junior brother says is quite right!"

The two who had finished eating stood up, said a word to Su Mu, then wiped the corners of their mouths, cleaned off the oil stains, and left without looking back.

"Strange, it's just asking them to pack some up, is there a need to run off so fast?"

Watching everyone refuse to mention the matter of taking gourmet food to go, Su Mu couldn't help but feel puzzled.

It must be because what he made was too delicious, they couldn't bear to part with it!

In his heart, Su Mu could only attribute it to this reason.

Meanwhile, inside the world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

"Phew, senior brother, we're back!"

Inside the Shaolin Temple's Disciplinary Hall, Monk Xuanji looked at the familiar scene and breathed a deep sigh of relief in his heart.

Earlier he had worried that once they arrived in the immortal realm, they wouldn't be able to return.

"Junior brother, quickly stabilize your internal energy!"

Unlike Monk Xuanji, Abbot Xuan Ci had already sat cross-legged, adjusting his inner breath.

Because they had drunk the plain boiled water first, the internal energy they had gained could only be slowly refined by themselves.

Reminded by Abbot Xuan Ci, Monk Xuanji also came to his senses and hurriedly sat cross-legged.

And just as the two of them were refining internal force within the Precept Hall.

Inside Shaolin Temple at this moment, everything had already descended into utter chaos.

"How is it? Have you found the Abbot yet?"

Inside the great hall of Shaolin Temple, a group of elderly monks were now like ants on a hot pan, in a complete mess.

"Master, Senior Martial Uncles, we have already searched the entire temple from top to bottom, but found no trace of the Abbot and Senior Martial Uncle Xuanji!"

A middle-aged monk hurried over from outside the door at this moment, his face drenched in sweat.

"Fellow junior brothers, what on earth are we to do!"

Hearing that the entire temple had been searched yet Abbot Xuan Ci could not be found, the crowd could not help but panic.

The Wu Lin gathering was about to be held, and they had heard that the Beggars' Sect, the Dali Duan Clan, the Gusu Murong, and others had already arrived at the gates.

At such a critical juncture, their Shaolin Abbot had actually vanished without a trace.

"Senior Martial Brother, could Abbot Senior Martial Brother have met with some misfortune?"

Monk Monk Xuannan, seated to one side, could not help but ask with worry.

The Wu Lin gathering was imminent, and their Shaolin Temple's Abbot had vanished without a trace.

No matter how one looked at it, there was a whiff of something sinister about it.

"Now that Abbot Senior Martial Brother is absent, Shaolin can only rely on the likes of us!"

With Abbot Xuan Ci absent, Monk Xuannan and the others' expressions grew solemn.

The people of the Wu Lin gathering had already arrived at the temple gates; they could delay no longer.

Thinking of this, the group of monks rose and headed toward the temple's main gate.

And at this very moment, at the main gate of Shaolin Temple—

"Heh, so the great Shaolin actually keeps its doors shut—what kind of reasoning is that!"

"No, no, no. Shaolin is the number one sect of the Wu Lin—how could they possibly keep their doors shut!"

A crowd of jianghu Wu Lin heroes had gathered, and two members of the Gusu Murong family were now showing off before the crowd.

Shaolin was the leading power of the jianghu Wu Lin, and since their Murong family wished to restore their dynasty, they naturally needed prestige within the jianghu Wu Lin.

Suppress Shaolin and raise their Murong family's prestige—that was their aim.

"Creak………"

Just then, the gates of Shaolin swung wide open, and a group of elderly Shaolin monks walked out from within.

"Amitabha!"

At the sound of a Buddhist chant, the leading Monk Monk Xuannan glanced at the sea of people below the gate, and his heart could not help but turn bitter.

The Southern Murong and Northern Qiao Feng had both gathered, along with the Four Great Evils, Ding Chunqiu, and other old thieves.

Among the rest were also the Beggars' Sect, Mount Hua, Kunlun, the Dali Duan Clan, and so on.

With so many top jianghu Wu Lin experts gathered here, Xuan Ku felt that their Shaolin was in danger this time.

Fighting over the position of Wu Lin Alliance Leader—wasn't that just coming to rob their Shaolin Temple?

"Heh, you old bald donkeys of Shaolin, you've finally deigned to come out!"

Watching the gates of Shaolin Temple swing wide open, Ding Chunqiu was the first to speak with a cold laugh.

This time, he had come precisely to destroy Shaolin and seize Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Unique Skills.

"Now that Shaolin has come out, why not go and experience Shaolin's supreme techniques!"