Chapter 59: Is the most regrettable word in the world called

"Venerable, we left the mountain privately and committed a big mistake, please punish the Venerable." The four sisters chased the young monk, immediately took off their bamboo hats, and knelt down.

"Considering that you have been practicing martial arts hard during this period, I will record it in the account first, and punish you together if you make a mistake again."

Zhuang Buran said a simple sentence, which made the four sisters' faces show happy smiles.

Half a day later, several people approached Shaoshi Mountain.

"Venerable, the Beggar Sect invited people from all walks of life in the martial arts world to come here, saying that they want to hold a martial arts conference and elect a martial arts alliance leader."

Lan Jian, who was wearing a moon-white dress, said in a slightly coquettish tone:

"I think they are not worthy of the position of martial arts alliance leader at all. The Venerable has great supernatural powers, so he is qualified to be a martial arts alliance leader who commands the world."

"The Venerable doesn't care about this martial arts alliance leader position." Jujian, who was wearing a light yellow dress, opened his mouth:

"If I want to say, it's better to plant 'Life and Death Talisman' on these guys who came to Shaoshi Mountain. In this way, they can become the master of the whole martial arts world, which is definitely more majestic than being a martial arts alliance leader."

Zhu Jian nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, thinking of the old Venerable treating the slaves of the Thirty-Six Islands and Seventy-Two Islands, they were forced to be afraid and had to obey, and even when they heard the old Venerable's name, they trembled with fear. It's so majestic!"

"Although I also think so, you three don't know the Venerable's temperament."

Meijian sighed:

"The Venerable is most annoyed by people coming to disturb his quiet and freedom. His biggest hobby is to lie leisurely on the top of Piaomiao Peak and look at the clouds and mist in the sky."

"Meijian still knows what this monk thinks." Zhuang Buran said slowly.

"Then why did the Venerable go down the mountain this time and come to Shaoshi Mountain?" Zhu Jian asked curiously.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhuang Buran's mouth:

"Although the causes and effects in the world do not stain my heart, there are some things that if they are not cleared, the thoughts will never be clear."

The four sisters showed a look of half-understanding, but they didn't think much about it. They were abandoned babies picked up by the old Venerable in the snow mountain, grew up in Lingjiu Palace since childhood, and had never been down Piaomiao Peak. They didn't understand any human feelings, nor did they know any good or evil causes and effects.

And now the young monk beside them is the master of Piaomiao Peak Lingjiu Palace designated by the old Venerable, so they only need to serve wholeheartedly.

Under Shaoshi Mountain, in front of a relatively conspicuous thatched cottage, a middle-aged woman in simple clothes kept looking at the martial arts people passing by, her eyes full of some kind of hope.

She suddenly saw a familiar white shadow and hurriedly ran over. Just as she was about to bow down, she saw the young monk wave his hand:

"Follow this monk up the mountain, and you will naturally get what you want."

"Good, good, good, thank you Master for fulfilling it." Ye Erniang replied hurriedly and followed behind.

"Venerable, who is this?" Meijian asked suspiciously.

"Some causes and effects." Zhuang Buran said meaningfully.

A group of people came to Shaolin Temple. Many guest monks saw this extremely familiar face and shouted one after another:

"Junior Brother Xu Zhu!"

"Senior Brother Xu Zhu!"

One of them couldn't help but say:

"People outside all say that you, Junior Brother, have dealt a heavy blow to Tianlong Temple in Dali. Is this true?"

"Senior Brother, people from the Duan Clan of Dali also came to Shaoshi Mountain before, and the Abbot asked Senior Uncle Xuantong and Senior Uncle Xuannan to lead many elite disciples down the mountain to find you."

Another monk said with a painful face:

"But I didn't expect that Senior Uncle Xuantong and Senior Uncle Xuannan were harmed by Ding Laomo of the Xingxiu Sect."

Zhuang Buran put his hands together:

"Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers, wait for me to go in and see the Abbot, everything will be clear."

A monk in his thirties spoke:

"Junior Brother, the Abbot is entertaining Abbot Shenshan of Wutai Mountain Qingliang Temple, Master Shenyin, Master Guanxin of Kaifeng Prefecture Daxiangguo Temple, Master Daoqing of Jiangnan Pudu Temple, Master Juexian of Lushan Donglin Temple, Master Rongzhi of Changan Jingying Temple, and Master Zheluoxing of India."

"Specially summoned all the monks to go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall."

"It's truly grand enough, then I'll just rush to the hall." The young monk ordered Meijian and others to wait outside first. When Ye Erniang saw this, her expression relaxed.

Not long after, in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The head of the Discipline Hall, Xuanji, said loudly:

"Seven years ago, Senior Brother Poluoxing, a high monk from India, visited our temple. All the monks in the temple, from the Abbot Senior Brother down, were overjoyed and received him respectfully. Although it was said that he came to the East to take scriptures, he actually sneaked into the secret pavilion of the Scripture Library every night to steal and read the martial arts secrets hidden in our temple."

"Later, Abbot Senior Brother persuaded Senior Brother Poluoxing, saying that these martial arts secrets were written by high monks of our temple through the ages. They were not passed down from India, and they had nothing to do with Buddhist dharma. The secrets he had read before were counted, but I hope he will not steal and read martial arts secrets in the future."

"Senior Brother Poluoxing agreed immediately and apologized repeatedly. After a period of time, who would have thought that he actually pretended to be sick, secretly dug a tunnel, and went to the Scripture Library to steal and read martial arts secrets again."

"By the time it was discovered, he had already learned three superior unique skills of our temple."

He said this and looked at Shenshan Shangren, who was short in stature:

"The martial arts of our Shaolin Sect, looking at the martial arts world, although they are ordinary, the rules of the ancestors are that they are not passed on to non-sect disciples, and the taboo of the martial arts world for thousands of years is to steal the martial arts of other sects."

"How can we let Senior Brother Poluoxing leave our temple."

"This is just your Shaolin Temple's one-sided statement. It is a fact that the Indian high monk has been detained for seven years without being released."

Shenshan Shangren looked at the Hu monk beside him who had a high nose, green eyes, and curly hair, and was very tall, and said:

"This old monk heard what Senior Brother Zheluoxing said. He was far away in India and could not get news of his junior brother, and even sent two disciples to come, but you didn't allow them to see Senior Brother Poluoxing."

"The Master is over seventy years old, but his voice is still extremely loud. He is truly old and strong, which makes this monk envious."

A young monk walked into the hall with large strides:

"No wonder he has great prestige in the martial arts world, and is called the two Arhats of Dragon Subduing and Tiger Subduing together with our Abbot Xuanci. If it weren't for the small scale of Qingliang Temple, and its status in the martial arts world is far behind Shaolin."

"The Master's prestige will definitely be able to hold the bull's ear of the martial arts world."

He suddenly realized:

"This monk almost forgot, the Master has been yearning for Shaolin for sixty years, and came to seek precepts, but was rejected outside the mountain gate."

"Is the most regrettable word in the world called 'if only'?"

Zhuang Buran sighed:

"If it weren't for being rejected outside the mountain gate in the beginning, wouldn't the position of Shaolin Abbot be in the bag."

"And the most hateful word in the world, I'm afraid it's called 'only one step away'. If you become the Shaolin Abbot, how can your prestige stop at the peak? You will definitely be able to hold the bull's ear of the martial arts world."

"Master, this monk really feels sorry for you!"

After these words were finished, nearly a thousand monks in the hall, not a few people secretly said in their hearts:

"As expected of him, this mouth is still so sharp."

The name of the little dharma master that a certain young monk once possessed was not only obtained from the compliments of many pilgrims.

That sharp mouth that made people helpless and uncomfortable played a great role, making people unable to attack, and making people's chests blocked with anger.

"Hahaha, what a sharp-tongued little monk."

Shenshan Shangren laughed, shaking the roof tiles, and the big bell in the hall also buzzed, lingering for a long time.

"The name of the Master, I'm afraid it's just a name."

The young monk stood steadily on the spot:

"With such a posture, could it be that you intend to suppress people with power."

Shenshan Shangren said directly:

"If the 'Tiger Subduing Fist', 'Fifty-one Moves Demon Subduing Sword', 'Heart Intent Qi Primordial Chaos Art', and 'Pumen Staff Technique' of our temple were stolen and read, we would never make such a fuss, locking people up for a lifetime. It is simply too unreasonable."

He paused in his tone and said forcefully:

"The superiority of martial arts depends entirely on personal cultivation. Fist scriptures and sword manuals are secondary. If any hero can come to Qingliang Temple and steal the fist scriptures and sword manuals of our temple, besides admitting that I am incompetent, what else can I say."

"Very good, this monk likes the Master's generous temperament."

Zhuang Buran clapped his hands and laughed, his qi flourished, and a strange divine intent emerged around his body. Shenshan Shangren only felt that the turbid waves were surging in front of him, as if he wanted to swallow himself.

He hurriedly used the long staff in his hand to make a move, but he saw that his staff force was stored inside, soft outside and hard inside, giving people a mysterious feeling of being unavoidable.

The high monks and great virtues around couldn't help but shout, wanting to stop it, but saw Shenshan Shangren as if he didn't know it, finished a set of palm techniques, and then used the staff as a sword to use a set of sword techniques.

At this time, the high monks of the Xuan generation of Shaolin and Shenyin Dashi, who was the junior brother of Shenshan Shangren, wanted to step forward to stop it.

But they didn't expect that a force that was indestructible and fearless was wandering around Shenshan Shangren, making people unable to get close at all.

Suddenly, everyone looked at the young monk with a lazy smile in disbelief.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 60 =====