Chapter 70: Abbot Xuan Ci: Isn't This More Fun Than Robbery?

Shaolin Temple, at the mountain gate.

"You, you are pushing people too far!"

Hearing Yue Buqun's thuggish words, Abbot Fang Zheng nearly vomited blood from anger.

He had roamed the Jianghu for decades and never seen anyone so shameless.

It was a shame he hadn't recognized Yue Buqun's true face for so long before.

Where was this a gentleman? This was clearly a bandit.

At that moment, Master Fang Zheng felt his blood surge upward; he couldn't catch his breath, vomited blood, collapsed, and fell unconscious.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

Shouts of alarm rang out, and the Shaolin Gao Sengs immediately fell into chaos.

But Yue Buqun paid no attention to any of this.

For delicious food, for money.

He, Yue Buqun, had already done it; how could he regret it?

He glanced back at Zuo Lengchan and the others.

Next, it is your turn to take the stage.

Prompted by Yue Buqun, Zuo Lengchan and the others slowly came to their senses.

Looking at the Shaolin mountain gate, which Yue Buqun had shattered, they couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Shaolin has treated us too harshly; today we will cause a great disturbance at Shaolin and make them give us an explanation!"

As one of only two shameless people under Yue Buqun, Zuo Lengchan immediately shouted loudly.

Behind him, the Songshan Sect members all responded in turn.

At once, a large number of the Five Great Mountains Sword Sect members rushed into Shaolin Temple.

"Bandits, they are all bandits!"

The Shaolin Gao Sengs lying at the mountain gate cried out in anguish.

They could not believe it.

They were inside the temple, chanting sutras, sitting in meditation.

Yet they were robbed by a gang of bandits, and the robbery happened right at their doorstep.

This was Shaolin!

It was simply too humiliating.

Figures passed by them one after another.

The severely injured Shaolin Gao Sengs and others could only watch helplessly.

Facing such a scene, Ren Woxing and the others nearby swallowed hard.

They learned it; this time they truly learned it.

So one could play it this way?

As members of the Mo Sect, Ren Woxing and Ren Yingying both felt they had been too merciful before.

They should have acted like Yue Buqun; that would be fitting for their identity as the Mo Sect.

At this moment, at the Shaolin mountain gate, Yue Buqun watched the crowd entering the temple and beginning to plunder, and nodded very satisfied.

The wealth of the Shaolin bald rascals was finally his, Yue Buqun's!

With excitement in his heart, at that moment, Yue Buqun began to imagine.

With Shaolin Temple's wealth, perhaps in the future he could pull off a big score.

For example, rob the imperial palace once.

In that case, his, Yue Buqun's, wealth would be terrifyingly immense.

And just as Yue Buqun was proceeding on his end, on the other side, Abbot Xuan Ci and others were likewise carrying out their own operations.

Before the vast Shaolin mountain gate,

at this moment, countless Wu Lin figures gathered, all surrounding the arena before the Shaolin mountain gate and sitting down on all four sides.

"Senior Brother, this time, are we really going to bring out the beef noodles too?"

At one spot on the arena, Abbot Xuanji asked in a low voice.

This was different from what they had agreed upon before.

"Junior Brother, today is not like the past; for an extra meal, we can afford to part with mere beef noodles!"

Abbot Xuan Ci said in a heavy voice; this time being allowed to bring one's own ingredients had completely disrupted their Shaolin plan.

Helplessly, for the sake of more precious medicinal herbs, Abbot Xuan Ci had no choice but to do so.

Just one bowl of beef noodles; if it could be exchanged for something like a thousand-year-old lingzhi, then they would have made a huge profit.

"Very well, since Senior Brother says so, then let it be thus!"

Hearing Abbot Xuan Ci's words, Xuanji also nodded silently.

Indeed, the temptation of bringing one's own ingredients was simply too great.

Their Shaolin must give it a try.

Thinking this, Xuanji stamped his foot, leaped, and stood upon the arena.

"Today, our Shaolin holds an auction ceremony, and the items to be auctioned are this egg fried rice, which can increase ten years of internal energy cultivation, and the beef noodles, which can increase thirty years of internal energy!"

As Xuanji's words fell, in an instant, the entire mountain gate area became utterly silent.

Many Wu Lin figures, looking at the egg fried rice and beef noodles on the arena, found their breathing becoming rapid.

Ten years of internal energy, thirty years of internal energy!

Does that not mean that eating them would instantly make one a top-tier expert!

Without warning, everyone's eyes turned blood-red.

Some were already itching to try their luck.

"Seize it!"

Someone shouted, and in the next instant, dozens of figures charged toward the arena.

But the moment they stepped onto the arena, a mighty roar forced them all to retreat.

"Roar!"

On the arena, Monk Xuanji's Lion's Roar Art sent dozens of people spitting blood in midair.

Their bodies were driven backward by the sound waves, crashing heavily to the ground below the arena, their fate unknown.

"Hmph! Do you think you can act so brazenly against our Shaolin?"

After displaying that move, those who had been stirring with intent immediately lost their nerve.

Damn, these Shaolin baldies are truly strong!

Seeing a single Lion's Roar Art leave dozens alive or dead, the rest instantly swallowed their greed.

If they went up again, it would surely be suicide.

Seeing how terrifying Shaolin was, many calmed down and prepared to bid.

"Very well, since that is the case, let the auction begin!"

Seeing no one else step forward, Monk Xuanji nodded, then began the auction for the egg fried rice.

"For this egg fried rice, our Beggar Sect bids ten thousand taels of silver!"

Below the arena, among the many martial arts sects of Wu Lin, the Beggar Sect was the first to make a bid.

After Qiao Feng and Yu Tuzhi, their sect had suffered severe losses.

They urgently needed someone who could hold the stage.

And the ten years of internal energy from the egg fried rice could create such a person.

"Heh, a mere ten thousand taels of silver? How dare you even speak?"

Right after the Beggar Sect made their bid, a cold shout rang out.

Then everyone saw the leader of Mount Qingcheng step forward.

"Our Mount Qingcheng bids fifty thousand taels of silver!"

In an instant, countless martial artists gasped in shock.

They never expected that the small Mount Qingcheng would be so wealthy.

The Beggar Sect members immediately grew furious.

Good for Mount Qingcheng; we'll find someone later and wipe you out completely.

"Heh, this item belongs to our Xixia Yipintang. One hundred thousand taels of silver!"

No sooner had Mount Qingcheng spoken than someone from Xixia Yipintang stepped forward.

Mere martial arts sects, how can they compare to us?

Behind us stands the Kingdom of Western Xia.

As for wealth, would we fear anyone?

Of course, if not for their wariness of Shaolin, they would have preferred to simply seize it.

Inside Shaolin Temple, Abbot Xuan Ci, hearing that a single serving of egg fried rice had sold for one hundred thousand taels of silver, became instantly excited.

In this short time, the value had multiplied a thousandfold!

This is an enormous profit!

This isn't an auction; it's faster than robbery!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yue Buqun was robbing Shaolin Temple.