Chapter 131

Master Xinjian, a high monk of Shaolin's "Xin" generation, one of the seven great protectors. This person became a monk halfway through his life, bringing his own arts to his master. Before entering the mountain gate, he already had a huge reputation in the Edo, known as the "Seven Ingenious Scholar."

Baixiaosheng, this person had an extremely high reputation and seniority, knowing everything about the affairs of the Edo. The "Weapon Manual" he compiled stirred up the winds and clouds of the Edo. People as proud as Guo Songyang and Lv Fengxian, even if they were unconvinced in their hearts, believed that Baixiaosheng would never rank them wrong.

And now, they were just two corpses, all their glory in life gone.

Abbot Xinhu was almost trembling with anger. In front of the Shaolin Temple gate, he had allowed the other party to kill two people in a row; where did this put Shaolin's dignity? At the same time, a sense of fear arose in his heart. How could there be such an expert in the world, and one so young?

And by this time, it was no longer the moment for Shaolin disciples to cherish their lives.

"Shaolin monks, obey the order! Form the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array!"

Following Abbot Xinhu's order, one hundred and eight martial monks surged out like a tide, each one like an iron tower, sturdy as a tiger.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of footsteps was like thunder, and the figures moved to form the array.

Yu Liancheng was completely indifferent, letting them surround him.

The moment the array was formed, the one hundred and eight Shaolin disciples' energies interlinked, merging into one, forming an unbreakable whole. Vaguely, it gave people a powerful deterrent force.

Once this array was formed, it was not to say it was invincible in the world, but it was almost there.

"The benefactor has committed grave sins, but monks hold compassion as their foundation, and this is also a pure land of Buddhism. Under the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array, your martial arts will be crippled, and you will be sent to the back mountain to sit in meditation for sixty years to reduce your sins and take refuge in our Buddha."

Abbot Xinhu exhaled lightly. He had absolute confidence in the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array; no matter what kind of expert was trapped in it, they could only be captured. In the history of Shaolin Temple, this array had also resolved several crises.

"Stop talking, stop talking, this rhetoric of yours makes me want to vomit." Yu Liancheng made a gesture of wanting to vomit: "However, I advise you not to use the Arhat Array."

Abbot Xinhu said coldly, "Oh, could it be that the benefactor wants to take the initiative to put down the butcher's knife and join the Buddhist sect?"

"No, no, no, because although this 'One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array' has long been famous in the Edo, for me, it is really of no use."

Yu Liancheng said indifferently: "The sword array was created by people. As long as it is created by people, there will inevitably be flaws and omissions, just like my three sword moves. Furthermore, there are a full one hundred and eight people performing this array, and these one hundred and eight people are also uneven in quality, with unequal internal energy, so the flaws and omissions are naturally greater and more obvious."

Abbot Xinhu nodded and said, "What the benefactor says is correct, but before you find the flaws and omissions, the Arhat Array will have already subdued you."

Yu Liancheng stopped talking, just held the Duoqing Sword horizontally, and thrust it into the void.

This thrust was clearly very fast, swift beyond compare, but it gave people a feeling of being slow as if frozen, and it carried an ethereal, uncertain energy, like a wisp of clear breeze.

A clear breeze is naturally very difficult to detect.

And the next moment, this sword had already produced unimaginable changes.

The clear breeze turned into a wild wind sweeping the world, one sword gave birth to brilliance, and heavy, ethereal sword shadows filled the void. This wild wind-like sword momentum might not be able to envelop all one hundred and eight people, but it was enough to cover thirty or forty martial monks.

And once this sword was activated, the sword-qi wild wind would sweep through these thirty or forty martial monks. Each martial monk had different internal energy and different reactions, so flaws and omissions would naturally appear.

Perhaps these omissions were not obvious, but in the face of Yu Liancheng's brilliant lightness skill and that sword momentum as powerful as a mountain, the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array would inevitably be completely torn apart.

Once the Arhat Array was broken, the entire Shaolin Temple would inevitably bleed, staining the mountain gate red.

At this moment, Abbot Xinhu was covered in cold sweat, and the other high monks of the "Xin" generation were the same.

"The first condition of the deal is that I tell you who the traitor who stole the scriptures is."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "The second condition of the deal is the lives of most of the Shaolin monks in your entire temple. Believe it or not, if I let go and perform, there won't be many of you who can survive today."

"You dare?" The monks were furious.

Abbot Xinhu also had anger on his face: "Why must Benefactor Yu be so aggressive?"

Yu Liancheng smiled and did not answer.

He turned his wrist, and the long sword entered its sheath, but his whole body emitted a vast energy, like a divine mountain ten thousand zhang high, traversing the heavens and the earth, and a massive sense of presence filled every inch of space.

He walked forward as if strolling in a courtyard, as if he were a wealthy young master enjoying the snow.

The surrounding martial monks had been waiting for the Abbot's order to launch a continuous, thunder-like attack.

But Abbot Xinhu showed a look of struggle and said nothing.

Since the Abbot had not spoken, the Arhat Array naturally could not be activated.

Yu Liancheng walked forward a few steps and suddenly stopped.

He grabbed a martial monk, who flew into his palm, and asked with a smile: "Almost forgot, I still don't know where the library is, please trouble you to point it out."

The martial monk glared fiercely at Yu Liancheng with his eyes, originally wanting to keep his mouth shut, but under the pressure of Yu Liancheng's vast energy, his mind trembled violently, and he couldn't help but reach out and point in the direction of the library.

"Thank you." Yu Liancheng put down the martial monk and continued forward, while the Shaolin monks who had originally blocked his way scattered to open a path, and some monks even lost their footing and stumbled to the ground.

Watching Yu Liancheng's figure gradually leave, Monk Xindeng couldn't help but say: "Senior Brother..."

Abbot Xinhu couldn't help but sigh, but he was speechless.

Monk Xinmei said hoarsely: "Better... better let him go to the library, otherwise the entire Shaolin..."

After a long time, the monks remained silent.

Xinshu frowned and broke the silence first: "It's just that I don't know who the person who stole our Shaolin secret manuals is?"

The person who stole the books was of course not Yu Liancheng; with his martial arts cultivation, there was no need to do such a thing.

Monk Xinmei looked into the distance and saw the Shaolin monk previously assigned by Yu Liancheng running toward the mountain gate, and said: "Perhaps we will know soon."

"Greetings to the three Martial Uncles, greetings to the Abbot." The monk had already walked up to Xinhu and the others.

Xinmei looked at the small package wrapped in oil paper in his hand and said: "What is that in your hand?"

The monk said: "Replying to Martial Uncle, the little monk does not know either; it was something Benefactor Yu asked me to retrieve."

Xinmei said: "Open it."

"Yes."

What was wrapped in the oil paper turned out to be a book, with five large characters on the cover.

——Dharma Yijin Sutra.

This was also one of the stolen books.

Xinmei hurriedly said: "Where did you find this book?"

"In Master Xinjian's room."

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