Chapter 15: Xuanji: Senior Brother enters the red dust, the Buddha remains in his heart; I am not his equal

Shaolin Shanmen

"Senior Brother, you have kept us in the dark for so long!"

Abbot Xuanci had defeated You Tanzhi in just over ten moves, and at this moment, Xuanji and the others could not help but speak with resentment.

As fellow disciples of the Xuan generation, was it really right for you to hide your strength like this?

"Cough, cough, let us discuss this matter later!"

Watched by the resentful gazes of his junior brothers, Abbot Xuanci gave a light cough and changed the subject.

Now that the Shanmen was in danger and Shaolin was facing a crisis, this was not the time for such talk.

"Indeed, the most urgent matter now is Ding Chunqiu and the others before us."

Xuanji, standing to the side, took a look and spoke up to help explain for Abbot Xuanci.

The primary matter at hand was still Ding Chunqiu and his group.

Yet, just as Xuanji, Xuannan, and the others thought Ding Chunqiu and his followers would cause more trouble,

Below the Shanmen, Qiao Feng and the others had already been surrounded by the crowd.

Originally, everyone had come to watch Shaolin’s downfall, but Abbot Xuanci’s ferocity had exceeded their expectations.

Therefore, for a moment, the crowd’s attention could not help but shift toward Qiao Feng on the other side!

Qiao Feng, now known as a Khitan, was surrounded by numerous Wulin figures, yet he showed no fear at all.

Instead, he did not hold these many Wulin figures in any regard.

And just as Qiao Feng was being surrounded, Duan Yu and Xuzhu, just as in the original story, stepped forward.

The three of them, beneath the Shaolin Shanmen, immediately began to battle against You Tanzhi, Ding Chunqiu, and Murong Fu.

Watching this scene, Abbot Xuanci and the others could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

As long as no one was looking for trouble with Shaolin, they would continue to watch the show.

The battle proceeded quickly and without much suspense.

Except for Duan Yu, who encountered some setbacks, Qiao Feng and Xuzhu on the other side both resolved their respective opponents very quickly.

Seeing that the crisis of Shaolin had been resolved in less than half a day, smiles appeared on the faces of Abbot Xuanci and the others.

However, the subsequent development of the plot was somewhat beyond Abbot Xuanci’s expectations.

Just as Xuzhu was being judged by Shaolin and was about to receive the punishment of the staff, Abbot Xuanci, who had been sitting steadily on the sidelines, froze.

Below the Shanmen, Ye Erniang of the Four Evils was currently holding Xuzhu tightly, recounting his life story.

Upon hearing that Xuzhu was Ye Erniang’s son, Abbot Xuanci’s body suddenly trembled violently.

Xuanji, standing beside Abbot Xuanci, sensed his Senior Brother’s abnormality instantly due to his own drastically increased cultivation base.

Seeing Abbot Xuanci staring fixedly at Xuzhu, the paternal love in those eyes instantly left Xuanji stunned.

Heavens, it couldn't be, Senior Brother, it couldn't be!

A bold thought emerged in Xuanji’s mind, and it struck like a thunderbolt, leaving him at a loss for what to do.

Meanwhile, below the Shanmen, Xiao Yuanshan, dressed in a black robe, was currently pressing Sun Erniang for answers.

Yet, no matter how he pressed, Sun Erniang would not say a word about who Xuzhu’s biological father was.

Abbot Xuanci, who had been standing atop the Shanmen silently watching this scene, felt a trace of resolve grow in his eyes.

"Amitabha, how virtuous, how virtuous; once the karmic cause is sown, there shall be a karmic fruit!"

Abbot Xuanci pressed his palms together, reciting Buddhist principles, then tapped his feet and drifted down.

"Senior Brother!"

Xuanji, who had been watching this scene the whole time, grew anxious as he saw Abbot Xuanci actually go down.

Senior Brother, you are muddled!

How could you take the initiative to admit it yourself!

"I never expected that in the twenty-four years you were in the temple, I would never have known you were my son!"

Once these words were spoken, the crowd was in an uproar; countless people were shocked, surprised, and angry.

They never imagined that the Shaolin Abbot, who had been so fierce just moments ago, actually had a son!

And at this moment, after acknowledging his son, Abbot Xuanci slowly recounted the events of that year bit by bit.

This included calling out Murong Bo, who was wearing a grey robe on the other side.

For a time, the atmosphere in the arena became tense.

The events of that year were thoroughly brought to light.

"Amitabha, the events of that year are a cycle of cause and effect!"

Looking at Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo before him, Abbot Xuanci said this.

"Hmph, old thief Murong, come over and meet your death!"

Hearing the reasons for the events of that year, Qiao Feng immediately regarded Murong Bo as the root of all evil.

With a loud shout, he struck out toward Murong Bo.

In an instant, Murong Bo moved, heading toward Mount Shaoshi.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, and Murong Fu all followed after him.

And as the four of them left, the remaining Wulin figures also surged toward Mount Shaoshi.

"Hmph, form the formation and stop them!"

Seeing the crowd wanting to rush up Mount Shaoshi, Xuanji gave a cold shout, and the many Shaolin staff-monks formed a line, blocking them.

"Shaolin is a pure land of Buddhism; do not bring ruin upon yourselves!"

"Haha, what a 'pure land,' a pure land that specializes in raising illegitimate children?"

Just as Xuanji’s stern shout finished, Bao Butong, a retainer of the Murong family, spoke up in provocation.

"Roar!"

But as soon as the words were out, Xuanji’s expression changed; he gathered his immense internal energy into his throat and let out a roar at Bao Butong.

The massive internal energy, infused with the Buddhist 72 Ultimate Arts' Lion's Roar, sent Bao Butong flying backward; blood seeped from the corners of his mouth as he fell to the ground, unconscious.

The scattering sound waves caused the rest of the Wulin figures to cover their ears in succession.

The old Shaolin monks at the Shanmen were stunned to see this.

Since when did Senior Brother Xuanji’s Lion's Roar become so profound?

"Anyone who dares to speak nonsense about Shaolin again or insult our reputation will be severely punished without leniency!"

The shout, imbued with internal energy, echoed at the Shanmen, leaving the martial artists dumbfounded.

Many of them looked at the unconscious Bao Butong on the ground, then at the wrathful Vajra-like Monk Xuanji, and swallowed their saliva involuntarily.

This is not normal, this is not normal at all!

Hasn't Shaolin always been the most protective of its reputation?

How is it that today, just because Bao Butong said one sentence, he was beaten into serious injury by a single Lion's Roar from Shaolin?

"Junior Brother, why must you do this!"

Below the Shanmen, Abbot Xuanci felt a pang of heartache as he saw Xuanji’s anger.

The reputation of hundreds of years had been destroyed by him.

Thinking of Shaolin’s long-standing reputation, Abbot Xuanci felt he should give the Wulin world an explanation.

But before he could speak, Xuanji at the Shanmen had already seen through Abbot Xuanci’s intentions.

"Senior Brother, our Shaolin saves the world; how can we not enter this rolling red dust!"

"My Buddha once said, 'If I do not enter hell, who will?'"

Xuanji spoke first, and in order to persuade Abbot Xuanci, he even recited the Buddhist classics.

"Senior Brother has entered the rolling red dust with his own body to realize the true meaning of Buddhism from within it!"

"As the saying goes, 'Pass through the red dust, but keep the Buddha in your heart!'"

"This junior brother is not as good, so what fault is there!"

The words, filled with internal energy, echoed at the Shanmen.

At this moment, not only were the Wulin figures stunned, but even the Shaolin monks were completely dumbfounded!

What the hell, what is all this?

Did the Buddha even say that?