Chapter 16: Xuanci: If I Do Not Enter Hell, Who Will?

"Hey, did I hear that wrong?"

"What did that Shaolin monk just say?"

"Holy crap, are these Shaolin bald donkeys really this shameless?"

"Shh, are you looking to die? Can't you see Shaolin has already thrown away all sense of shame!"

"........."

Below the Shanmen, for a moment, the crowd of Wu Lin figures were all dumbfounded.

Just listen to that, what kind of nonsense is this!

A Shaolin Abbot, not only broke the vow of lust but also had a son.

And this, damn it, doesn't even count as breaking the major Buddhist precepts.

Is there any justice left in this world?

The crowd just wanted to ask, does this monk who spoke still want any face?

Above the Shanmen, watched by the gazes of the Wu Lin figures, everyone except Xuanji turned bright red, and many young monks even lowered their heads.

The words Xuanji spoke were too much for them, the members of the Buddhist sect, to bear.

Even the old monks of the same generation as Xuanji couldn't help but curse a few times in their hearts upon hearing such rhetoric.

Everyone knew you wanted to save Abbot Xuanci.

But at least make up a decent excuse!

If you say that excuse out loud, I’m afraid even the Patriarch Bodhidharma would flip his coffin lid and come to hammer you!

"Heh, what a fine Shaolin Temple, is this how your pure rules and precepts are?"

Among the Wu Lin figures, a minor character who wasn't very famous spoke up, hoping to make a name for himself.

His arrogant words immediately drew the attention of the Wu Lin crowd.

Feeling the eyes of the crowd, the minor character became even more smug.

His fame would start today!

"Let your Head of the Discipline Hall come out; I want to ask, is this how it is when a Shaolin Abbot breaks the vow of lust?"

The loud shout echoed over the Shanmen, and among the onlookers, many gave strange looks before silently stepping back a few paces.

Is this guy an idiot?

He’s actually asking for the Head of the Discipline Hall to come out at a time like this?

Doesn't he know who the person who just spoke was?

Sure enough, the corners of the mouths of the monks at the Shanmen twitched slightly, their gazes all shifting in unison toward the Head, Xuanji.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, I am the Head of the Discipline Hall, Xuanji!"

With hands pressed together, Xuanji looked at the speaker with a smile, and the smug grin on the latter's face froze.

The look he had been giving Xuanji now held a hint of fear.

Damn, this is just unbelievable!

The person who spoke was the Head of the Discipline Hall?

These Shaolin bald donkeys have no shame left at all!

It's over, it's over, I was reckless; won't I be silenced by Shaolin now!

The speaker felt anxious, never having imagined that the Head of the Shaolin Discipline Hall could be so shameless!

The surrounding Wu Lin figures were also muttering in their hearts.

Bah, Shaolin bald donkeys, utterly shameless!

Facing the gazes of the many Wu Lin figures, Xuanji couldn't care less.

He was determined to do this, for he had no other choice!

He and his senior brother, the Abbot, had obtained a celestial fate!

This was a sign of Shaolin's great prosperity.

It could be said that with this celestial fate, he and his senior brother would surely surpass the Patriarch Bodhidharma in the future!

Under such circumstances, how could he let his senior brother, the Abbot, commit self-harm here!

That would be a massive loss for their Shaolin.

Therefore, it was merely a trivial vow of lust; if it was broken, so be it!

If his senior brother still wanted to have a family reunion within the Shaolin Temple, he, Xuanji, would absolutely turn a blind eye!

"Senior Brother Xuanji, you are muddled!"

Before Abbot Xuanci could say anything, Xuannan, standing to the side, was heartbroken and couldn't help but speak up.

With Xuanji carrying on like this, the reputation Shaolin had built over hundreds of years would likely be completely destroyed!

"Junior Brother Xuannan, you don't understand. This matter involves a secret of our Shaolin, a secret concerning our eternal existence. Abbot Senior Brother must not come to any harm!"

Thinking of how he and the Abbot would surely visit the celestial realm from time to time, Xuanji prepared to give his fellow disciples a hint.

"The reason my senior brother and I were able to double our magic power is all because of this; this is a top-secret of our Shaolin!"

Transmitting his voice through internal energy, Xuanji's words rang in the ears of his fellow disciples.

In an instant, the high monks of the Xuan generation finally realized.

That's right, the internal energy cultivation of both Xuanci and Xuanji seemed to have surged by over a decade overnight.

So, it was because of a top-secret within the Shaolin Temple!

Thinking of this, the way everyone looked at Abbot Xuanci changed.

No, this was a top-secret they didn't know about yet; Abbot Senior Brother must absolutely not come to any harm!

"Senior Brother Xuanji is right. The Abbot has entered the mortal world with his own body, much like the style of Patriarch Bodhidharma when he sacrificed himself to enter the Dao!"

"The Abbot's actions are a blessing for our Shaolin!"

"Abbot Senior Brother, as those who have left the secular life, why should we care about worldly opinions!"

"Amitabha, what you junior brothers say is absolutely correct!"

"........."

With Xuanji's secret voice transmission, in an instant, all the high Shaolin monks began to praise him.

Such a scene left the Wu Lin figures completely stunned!

Ugh, damn it, they couldn't take it anymore!

Where was this still a pure land of Buddhism?

This was it?

This group of Buddhist bald donkeys had truly abandoned all shame!

The man who had spoken earlier felt his body go limp and kept backing away.

His eyes were filled with tears, his heart feeling utterly desolate!

He was wrong; he would never come out to show off again!

From now on, whenever he saw a Shaolin monk, he would take a detour, okay!

These Shaolin bald donkeys don't play by the rules!

"Senior brothers, what are you doing!"

Seeing the high monks of Shaolin act this way, Abbot Xuanci was also quite helpless.

Xuanji's words, however, reminded him of the celestial realm from before.

That's right, with that kind of celestial fate, Shaolin's rise was right before his eyes.

If he were to leave now.

Then the celestial fate Shaolin could obtain in the future would be cut in half for no reason.

At the thought of that egg-fried rice and those marinated eggs, Abbot Xuanci's original intentions vanished into thin air.

That's right, he couldn't die yet!

Even if he was a sinner of the Buddhist sect, he had to make Shaolin shine in the Wu Lin!

"Abbot Senior Brother, the foundation of our Shaolin's existence is the seventy-two supreme techniques passed down by our Patriarch!"

Seeing Xuanci waver, Xuanji couldn't help but continue to persuade him.

Compared to Shaolin's reputation of several hundred years, what Xuanji valued most was Shaolin's strength.

You must know, Shaolin's ability to stand in the Wu Lin for hundreds of years did not rely on some so-called reputation!

It relied on the seventy-two supreme techniques of Patriarch Bodhidharma!

If it relied on reputation, Shaolin would have been looted clean long ago!

If Shaolin showed any weakness, there was no need to guess; these people before them would not abandon the chance to seize the seventy-two supreme techniques just because of Shaolin's centuries-old reputation.

Xuanji saw this very clearly, which was why he could head the Discipline Hall!

Hearing Xuanji's reminder, Abbot Xuanci also came to his senses.

Looking at his son before him, and at Sun Erniang, Abbot Xuanci seemed to have made up his mind.

"Many thanks for the reminder, Junior Brother!"

After saying this to Xuanji, Abbot Xuanci turned his gaze toward the Wu Lin crowd.

"As the Abbot of Shaolin, this journey through the mortal world has been arduous!"

"As the saying goes, if I do not enter hell, who will?"

"Amitabha!"