Chapter 62: Shaolin Bald Donkeys, Not Playing by the Rules (Third Update)

In the world of Tian Long, within Shaolin Temple.

"Senior brother, we've already captured all these bandits. How should we deal with them?"

After a night of turmoil, Shaolin Temple had finally settled into quiet.

Looking at the crowd of black-clad bandits, Monk Xuanji couldn't help but feel a slight headache coming on.

There were simply far too many of them.

If they killed them all, the slaughter would be enormous.

After all, they were Buddhist cultivators!

"Amitabha. In my view, these bandits trespassed into our Shaolin with ill intent. Why not just kill them all!"

The head of the Bodhidharma Hall on the other side spoke up.

For a moment, the bound black-clad men all felt a jolt of terror.

Holy shit, are these Shaolin bald donkeys even human?

So many people, and they just decide to kill them all!

Is this really Shaolin?

Or did they accidentally stumble into a bandit lair!

The black-clad men nearly wept, never having imagined that the compassionate Buddhist cultivators could be so shockingly vicious.

"Amitabha. That won't do!"

Just as everyone was worrying, Abbot Xuan Ci pressed his palms together and spoke.

Kill them? Why kill them!

These people were of great use to their Shaolin.

"Senior brother, if we don't kill them, what use are they?"

The single-minded Monk Monk Xuannan expressed his confusion.

These people had no use at all!

Moreover, they now knew Shaolin's secrets — death would be too good for them.

In an instant, the black-clad men all took note of Monk Monk Xuannan.

That old bald donkey — his killing intent was enormous.

If they saw him in the future, they'd run immediately!

"Sigh, junior brothers, these people cannot be killed. In fact, we must release them!"

With a sigh, Abbot Xuan Ci spoke.

For a moment, Monk Xuanji, Monk Monk Xuannan, and the others were all bewildered.

Not killing them was one thing!

But releasing them all?

Then Shaolin's secrets would likely be known throughout the entire Wu Lin by the next day.

It wouldn't be long before Shaolin found itself surrounded.

"Senior brother, once we release them, Shaolin's secrets will surely be spread by them. What shall we do then?"

Monk Xuanji stepped forward and asked worriedly.

Right now, his and Abbot Xuan Ci's strength was indeed formidable.

But if tens of thousands came, even the two of them would have a hard time.

If they truly attracted every hero of the Wu Lin, how would Shaolin cope?

As Monk Xuanji's words fell, the bound black-clad men beside him hurriedly began to protest.

"Master, please rest assured, we absolutely will not speak of it!"

"That's right, I don't know anything!"

"I am Tongyang Iron Mouth Wang — my sect keeps a tight lid on things. I absolutely will not speak of it!"

"…………"

The black-clad men all shouted desperately now, fighting for their lives.

Seeing this scene, the many Gao Seng of Shaolin all frowned.

Did they look like fools, to believe their nonsense?

But the next moment, Abbot Xuan Ci's words left them completely dumbfounded.

"Everyone, I must say — the precondition for releasing you is that I hope, after you leave, you will spread the matter of the fried rice far and wide!"

As Abbot Xuan Ci's words fell, the black-clad men were all bewildered.

What the hell, he wants them to spread it?

Has Abbot Xuan Ci lost his mind?

No, this must be a test!

For a moment, many thought this inwardly and immediately had an idea.

"The Abbot is merciful to release us. How could we drag Shaolin into crisis!"

"That's right, after I leave, I absolutely will not utter a single careless word!"

"Abbot, rest assured. Even unto death, if I leak a single word, may I be struck by five thunderbolts from the heavens!"

"…………"

Among the black-clad men, seeing someone even bring out a vicious oath like being struck by five thunderbolts, they all edged away slightly.

That guy was absolutely ruthless!

To survive, he dared to say such conscience-betraying words.

They've all stooped to being thieves — what kind of character do you take them for? Don't they know that?

Still think you're some heroic figure who'd rather die than submit?

Yet the man who had sworn a deadly oath paid them no attention at all.

So what if you curse him!

When he leaves later and you don't, that will be the difference between you.

Abbot Xuan Ci was clearly testing them.

Such a simple test, and none of you even reacted — and you still dream of leaving Shaolin Temple alive?

You must be dreaming!

Just as the man was thinking this, Abbot Xuan Ci on the other side slightly furrowed his brow.

Good lord, he'd already made it so plain.

And there were still a few who'd rather die than submit!

As expected, in the jianghu there are always stubborn fools unafraid of death.

Since that's the case, he'll have no choice but to strike them down.

"You may leave. Drag those few out and kill them!"

Abbot Xuan Ci pointed at the men who had just sworn they'd rather die, then spoke to the rest.

"I hope that when you leave, you'll spread word of the egg-fried rice. Also, say that from now on, this temple will hold a Food Day on the fifteenth of every month, publicly auctioning off egg-fried rice, braised eggs, and plain boiled water — highest bidder wins!"

After he said this to the remaining crowd, the black-robed men were all stunned.

What now? The fifteenth of every month, public auction?

And highest bidder wins!

Holy crap, why the hell didn't you say so earlier!

If you'd said so earlier, they wouldn't have come!

For a moment, the black-robed men were all at a loss.

And one figure among them even spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Cough, cough…"

Jiumozhi, who had been severely wounded by Monk Xuanji, heard Abbot Xuan Ci's words and immediately felt his qi and blood surge.

Damn it all.

If you'd mentioned the auction earlier, he wouldn't have taken such a grievous beating.

Dragging his heavily wounded body, Jiumozhi felt utterly wronged.

That beating had been taken for nothing.

"Alright, next we'll have to trouble you all!"

After addressing the crowd, Abbot Xuan Ci's gaze turned to those few who'd sworn they'd rather die.

So many people had broken into his Shaolin Temple — if they all walked away, it would indeed be a slight to Shaolin's prestige.

Conveniently, here were a few stubborn ones unafraid of death.

He'd use these few to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and give the people of Wu Lin a warning!

Thinking this, Abbot Xuan Ci exchanged a look with Monk Xuanji and the others.

The latter immediately understood.

When the man who had sworn a deadly oath was lifted up by Monk Xuanji, he was utterly dumbfounded.

His mind felt as if it were stuffed full of paste — he had no idea what to say.

Wait, none of this is right!

The plot shouldn't be developing like this!

What happened to the promised test!

What happened to him swearing a deadly oath and you letting him go!

Why has it turned out like this?

This isn't scientific at all!

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a soft sound, before the man could even open his mouth, he collapsed, his life force fading.

In his final moments, he had only one thought.

That old bald donkey Xuan Ci doesn't play by the rules!