Chapter 56: The Jianghu Storm of Blood and Rain Triggered by a Portion of Egg Fried Rice (Second Update)

In the Tianlong world, within the Shaolin Temple.

"Senior Brother, I secretly asked that Yue Buqun. He told me that the Wudang Sect was founded by Zhang Sanfeng, and the founding time was in the late Yuan and early Ming!"

Inside the Discipline Hall, Xuanji now spoke to Abbot Xuan Ci.

Regarding Zhang Sanfeng, after asking Yue Buqun, he was simply stunned.

"Late Yuan and early Ming? When is that?"

Abbot Xuan Ci, deep in the late Song Dynasty, looked completely confused.

What dynasty was that? He did not know.

"Ahem, Senior Brother, Yue Buqun said it was several hundred years later. After our Song Dynasty ended, it became the Yuan Dynasty!"

Xuanji coughed lightly twice, then hesitated for a moment, yet still spoke it out.

"Several hundred years later!"

Hearing this answer, Abbot Xuan Ci was stunned on the spot.

Damn, several hundred years later, what the hell is he fighting for!

This time, Shaolin lost face greatly.

"However, Senior Brother, Yue Buqun also said one thing: it is said that Zhang Sanfeng was once a disciple of Shaolin's Master Jue Yuan!"

Xuanji thought for a moment, seemingly recalling something, and added another sentence.

Hearing such words, Abbot Xuan Ci instantly became furious.

This Zhang Sanfeng has no martial ethics!

Both came out of Shaolin, yet he turned around and beat Shaolin.

No, he cannot swallow this anger.

Wait, he has decided this right now.

In the future Shaolin Temple, every abbot who succeeds must pass this down.

Once there is a Monk with the name Jue Yuan inside the temple, directly beat him and his disciples, then expel them from the sect.

Abbot Xuan Ci silently gave a thumbs-up to his own wit.

Little did he know that many years later, Zhang Sanfeng, who was expelled from Shaolin, founded Wudang precisely because of this.

However, these things, Abbot Xuan Ci naturally did not know.

Just as the two of them, he and Xuanji, were discussing, outside the Discipline Hall.

"Abbot Senior Brother, it is bad! Junior Brother Xuan Kong was injured, and the Egg Fried Rice was snatched by a thief!"

Outside the Discipline Hall, a group of Gao Seng from Shaolin rushed over hurriedly.

Abbot Xuan Ci and Xuanji, who were discussing, heard the shout and were instantly greatly alarmed.

"How could this be? Junior Brother Xuan Kong's Egg Fried Rice was snatched?"

His figure moved, and Abbot Xuan Ci's figure already appeared outside the Discipline Hall.

Looking at the group of junior brothers who arrived, Abbot Xuan Ci hurriedly opened his mouth to ask.

During this period of time, with the appearance of Beef Noodles.

He and Xuanji also packed up the Egg Fried Rice and Braised Eggs and brought them back for all the junior brothers to enjoy.

After all, with the improvement from Beef Noodles, the Egg Fried Rice and Braised Eggs seemed a bit insufficient.

It was just right to bring them back to let the group of junior brothers improve their strength as well.

After all, Shaolin's strength does not rely on just the two of them.

However, how long has it been? Their Egg Fried Rice was already targeted by someone.

Abbot Xuan Ci instantly perceived the severity of the problem.

The opponent acted, and snatched the Egg Fried Rice; the purpose was truly too clear.

"Senior Brother, let us hurry and chase them!"

Xuanji looked at Abbot Xuan Ci, who was in a daze, and could not help but speak.

Relying on their current strength, if they went to chase, perhaps they might be able to catch up.

"Junior Brother, the opponent clearly came prepared; where can we chase them?"

Abbot Xuan Ci sighed. The opponent came to snatch the Egg Fried Rice; how could they not consider the two of us acting?

This person probably planned this long ago, just waiting for this moment.

Moreover, Junior Brother Xuan Kong is the weakest among all the junior brothers.

That thief definitely fixed on this point, which is why he struck.

"But, Senior Brother, once the Egg Fried Rice is scattered, we will be in trouble!"

Thinking of the Egg Fried Rice being obtained by others, that is a full ten years of internal energy cultivation.

Moreover, the most critical thing is that Shaolin's secret would be exposed.

Next, Shaolin's troubles would be huge.

Do not fear the thief coming; fear the thief coveting.

If in the future, Wu Lin practitioners all rush into our Shaolin Temple, then there will inevitably be a slaughter.

Hearing Xuanji's words, Abbot Xuan Ci also thought of this point.

Hesitating for a long time, finally, Abbot Xuan Ci still made up his mind.

"Give the order: say that Shaolin's great treasure was stolen tonight by a thief. That great treasure is the Egg Fried Rice left by Patriarch Bodhidharma; one portion of Egg Fried Rice can add fifty years of internal energy cultivation!"

After Abbot Xuan Ci's words fell, the group of Gao Seng from Shaolin were all stunned.

"Senior Brother, you this?"

Xuanji was even more confused, not understanding what Abbot Xuan Ci was doing?

Isn't this the same as announcing it to the Wu Lin?

This is their Shaolin's secret!

"Sigh, junior brother, since this matter has already happened, our Shaolin cannot avoid it!"

Thinking of the fried rice stolen by the thief, even if they didn't announce it, this secret could not be kept.

They might as well do the opposite.

After all, the fried rice is no longer in their Shaolin's possession.

If the many Wu Lin people want to snatch it, let them go find that thief.

This way, their Shaolin might be able to buy a period of peace.

"Right, also give the order—send all the disciples out of the mountain to search for me, and make it a grand, showy affair!"

As if thinking of something else, Abbot Xuan Ci gave Monk Xuanji another order.

Looking helplessly at Abbot Xuan Ci's decision, Monk Xuanji could only nod.

Overnight, as Shaolin disciples left the mountain under cover of night, they created a grand commotion.

The entire Wu Lin took notice of Shaolin's movements.

Then, a piece of rumor spread like wildfire through the Wu Lin.

"What? Shaolin's supreme treasure was stolen?"

"They say it's a portion of fried rice that Patriarch Bodhidharma received from an immortal, and eating it can boost internal energy by fifty years!"

"What fifty years of internal energy? Your news is outdated. The latest I heard is wrong—it can boost a hundred years of internal energy!"

"Shh, you're both wrong. Let me tell you—they say Patriarch Bodhidharma got two portions back then, ate one himself, and then attained Buddhahood!"

"........"

The rumors grew more and more outlandish, and at this moment, in a tavern a hundred li away from Shaolin Temple.

Duan Yu listened to the rumors coming from beside him and nearly spat blood.

What the hell kind of fifty years of internal energy, and that attaining Buddhahood!

That portion of fried rice clearly only boosted ten years of internal energy!

As if he, Duan Yu, hadn't eaten it himself?

Explaining it inwardly, Duan Yu also felt chilled by Shaolin's actions this time.

Those old bald donkeys, to find him, would even expose the secret of the fried rice.

Because of this, even Duan Yu, whose internal energy had increased by fifteen years, did not dare act rashly.

After all, he had been lurking in Shaolin Temple for a long time.

He had long noticed the strangeness of that bald donkey Xuan Ci and that bald donkey Xuanji.

The internal energy of these two was absolutely extraordinary.

In an instant, the entire jianghu, following the wind Shaolin had stirred up, fell into complete chaos.