Chapter 56: A Storm in the Wu Lin Caused by a Single Bowl of Egg Fried Rice (Second Update)

In the world of Dragon-Slaying, inside the Shaolin Temple.

"Senior Brother, I secretly asked that Yue Buqun, and he told me that the Wudang Sect was founded by Zhang Sanfeng, and it was founded in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties!"

Inside the Discipline Hall, Xuanji spoke to Abbot Xuanci at this moment.

Regarding the matter of Zhang Sanfeng, after he finished asking Yue Buqun, he was completely dumbfounded.

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

Abbot Xuanci, who was in the late Song Dynasty, had a look of utter confusion.

He did not know what dynasty that was.

"Ahem, Senior Brother, Yue Buqun said it is several hundred years later, after our Song Dynasty ends, it will be the Yuan Dynasty!"

Xuanji coughed lightly twice, then hesitated for a moment before speaking it out.

"Several hundred years later!"

Hearing this answer, Abbot Xuanci was stunned on the spot.

Damn it, if it's several hundred years later, what is there left to fight for!

Their Shaolin had lost all face this time.

"However, Senior Brother, Yue Buqun also said one more thing; it is said that Zhang Sanfeng was once a disciple of Master Jueyuan of Shaolin!"

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

Hearing these words, Abbot Xuanci was instantly enraged.

This Zhang Sanfeng does not observe martial ethics!

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

No, he could not swallow this breath.

Just wait, he had made his decision right then.

From now on, within the Shaolin Temple, every successor to the position of Abbot must pass this down.

Once there is a monk in the temple with the name Jueyuan, they are to be beaten up along with their disciples, and then expelled from the sect.

Abbot Xuanci silently gave himself a thumbs-up for his wit.

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

However, Abbot Xuanci naturally could not have known any of this.

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

"Abbot Senior Brother, it is bad! Junior Brother Xuankong has been injured, and the egg fried rice was snatched away by a thief!"

Outside the Discipline Hall, a group of high-ranking Shaolin monks arrived in a hurry.

Abbot Xuanci and Xuanji, who were in the middle of their discussion, were shocked upon hearing the shouts.

"How could this be? Junior Brother Xuankong's egg fried rice was snatched?"

With a flash of movement, Abbot Xuanci's figure appeared outside the Discipline Hall.

Looking at the group of junior brothers who had arrived, Abbot Xuanci hurriedly asked.

For some time now, following the appearance of beef noodles.

He and Xuanji had also packed up all the egg fried rice and marinated eggs to let the various junior brothers enjoy them.

After all, with the improvement from the beef noodles, the egg fried rice and marinated eggs seemed a bit insufficient.

It was just right to bring them back to let the junior brothers also improve their strength.

After all, the strength of Shaolin did not rely on just the two of them.

Yet, how much time had passed, and their egg fried rice had already been targeted.

Abbot Xuanci immediately sensed the severity of the problem.

The opponent made a move, and specifically snatched the egg fried rice; the objective was far too clear.

"Senior Brother, let us go and chase them quickly!"

Xuanji looked at the stunned Abbot Xuanci and could not help but speak up.

With the strength the two of them possessed now, if they went to chase, it might be possible to catch up.

"Junior Brother, the opponent is clearly prepared; where are we to chase them to?"

Abbot Xuanci sighed; the opponent had come to snatch the egg fried rice, so how could they not have considered that the two of them might intervene?

This person likely had a premeditated plan and was just waiting for this moment.

Moreover, Junior Brother Xuankong was the weakest among the junior brothers.

The thief must have targeted this point before making a move.

"But, Senior Brother, once the news of the egg fried rice spreads, we will be in trouble!"

Thinking of the egg fried rice being obtained by someone else, that was a full ten years of internal cultivation base.

And, most crucially, their Shaolin secret would be exposed.

Following this, the trouble for their Shaolin would be immense.

One does not fear a thief coming, but one fears a thief coveting.

If martial artists from the Wu Lin were to swarm into their Shaolin Temple in the future, a massacre would be unavoidable.

Listening to Xuanji's words, Abbot Xuanci also thought of this point.

After hesitating for a long time, in the end, Abbot Xuanci made up his mind.

"Pass down the order: say that our Shaolin has had a precious treasure stolen tonight by a thief, and that treasure is the egg fried rice left behind by Patriarch Bodhidharma; one portion of egg fried rice can increase one's internal cultivation base by fifty years!"

As Abbot Xuanci's words fell, the group of high-ranking Shaolin monks were all stunned.

"Senior Brother, you are doing this?"

Xuanji was even more confused, not understanding what Abbot Xuanci was doing.

Was this not equivalent to announcing it to the entire Wu Lin?

This was their Shaolin secret!

"Sigh, Junior Brother, since this matter has already occurred, our Shaolin cannot hide from it!"

Thinking of the egg fried rice the thief had taken, even if they did not announce it, this secret could not be kept.

It was better to simply do the opposite.

In any case, the egg fried rice was no longer in their Shaolin.

If the many martial artists wanted to snatch it, let them go find that thief.

In this way, their Shaolin might be able to buy some time of peace.

"Right, also pass down the order to have all the disciples go out of the mountain to find it for me, and make the commotion as grand as possible!"

Seemingly having thought of something else, Abbot Xuanci gave another order to Xuanji.

Helplessly looking at Abbot Xuanci's decision, Xuanji could only nod.

Throughout the night, as the Shaolin disciples descended the mountain under the cover of darkness, they created a massive commotion.

The entire Wu Lin community took note of Shaolin's actions.

Subsequently, a piece of gossip spread rapidly throughout the Wu Lin.

"What, the Shaolin supreme treasure was stolen?"

"It is said to be a portion of egg fried rice that Patriarch Bodhidharma received from an immortal; eating it can increase one's internal energy by fifty years!"

"What fifty years of internal energy? Your news is outdated; I heard the latest version, it can increase it by a hundred years!"

"Shh, what you are all saying is wrong; let me tell you, it is said that Patriarch Bodhidharma obtained two portions back then, he ate one himself, and then he attained Buddhahood!"

"........"

The gossip became more and more outrageous, and at this moment, inside a restaurant a hundred miles away from the Shaolin Temple.

Jiumozhi heard the gossip reaching his ears and nearly vomited blood.

To hell with fifty years of internal energy, and that bit about attaining Buddhahood!

That portion of egg fried rice clearly only increased one's internal energy by ten years!

Did they really think he, Jiumozhi, had never eaten it?

While arguing in his heart, Jiumozhi also felt chilled by Shaolin's behavior this time.

Those old bald donkeys, in order to find him, actually did not hesitate to expose the secret of the egg fried rice.

Because of this, even Jiumozhi, who had gained fifteen years of internal energy, did not dare to act rashly.

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

He had long ago discovered the strangeness of the bald donkey Xuanci and the bald donkey Xuanji.

The internal energy of these two was absolutely extraordinary.

In an instant, the entire Wu Lin was thrown into complete chaos following the rumors spread by Shaolin.