Chapter 133

Autumn.

The wood leaves were rustling.

Outside the Shaolin Temple gate, the prosperity of the once-thriving martial arts holy land was gone, pilgrims were sparse, dead leaves covered the ground, a scene of desolation and bleakness.

Since the "Six Extremes Mad Guest" ascended Shaolin Temple, no one knew what kind of changes had occurred, but Shaolin had been closed ever since, only occasionally receiving a few wealthy pilgrims.

A man in white stepped on the rustling fallen leaves and walked up the steps.

He seemed to have come from a very far place, his expression carrying a sense of exhaustion and bleakness. But his whole body was spotless, as if that snow-white garment had just been taken from under an iron.

Although he was dressed very simply, he was very luxurious.

But these were not the places that made him attractive.

What was attractive was his temperament—a kind of indescribable arrogance.

Shaolin Temple was closed, and the few pilgrims received were either wealthy or noble.

But these people couldn't help but stay far away from the man in white, because no matter who walked with him, they would feel ashamed, as if they were beggars and he was a royal grandson, as if they were mud and he was in the clouds.

A sharp-eyed reception monk had already greeted him. He could naturally see that this person was definitely not a believer here to burn incense and worship Buddha, so he put his hands together and bowed: "The little monk greets the benefactor. I don't know why the benefactor has come from afar..."

The man in white stood with his hands behind his back and suddenly interrupted his words: "Yu Liancheng is in your Shaolin Temple?"

When the reception monk heard the three words "Yu Liancheng," he actually showed a look of respect and said: "Benefactor Yu is in Shaolin Temple."

The man in white smiled, his smile also carrying a compelling arrogance: "There are only a few people in the world worth my finding, and the 'Six Extremes Mad Guest' is one of them. I want to see him."

The reception monk said: "Benefactor Yu is in the library and does not see outsiders."

In fact, in the past half year, martial arts experts would occasionally come to seek Yu Liancheng.

Originally, the events that happened in Shaolin Temple were not understood by the outside world. But Baixiaosheng was also a figure of wind and clouds, so Shaolin Temple naturally couldn't hide his death, only telling the outside world that it was because of a conflict with the "Six Extremes Mad Guest" that he was killed by a sword.

In addition, the Edo circulated stories of Yu Liancheng killing the Green Demon Hand with a sword and severely injuring the Little Li Flying Dagger. Even though he had been in seclusion in Shaolin Temple for more than half a year, the Edo still had his prestige.

With his prestige undiminished, there were naturally many experts who wanted to use him to become famous, but they were all sent away by Shaolin Temple.

"I cannot see him?" The man in white's eyes turned sharp, and an invisible and sharp energy broke out of his body. The reception monk couldn't help but take half a step back, his legs trembling.

"Benefactor Yu has ordered that he... he is temporarily... not seeing..." The reception monk's speech was stuttering, and other monks had already noticed this scene and rushed toward the temple gate.

"Not seeing... that's fine. I have walked such a long way to see him, he should also walk a distance to see me." The man in white muttered to himself: "However, if I don't display one or two skills, how would he be willing to see me?"

The man in white's figure drifted, landing in front of a large rock beside the temple gate.

He suddenly reached out his arm, like a cloud dragon probing its claws.

"Tell Yu Liancheng that I am waiting for him at the small shop at the foot of the mountain."

After saying this, the man in white's figure drifted like a cloud or a crane, and he had already flown toward the foot of the mountain. His lightness skill was not inferior to the high monks of Shaolin's "Xin" generation.

The reception monk and the group of Shaolin disciples walked to the large rock and looked closely, couldn't help but gasp.

A character had actually been carved on this large rock.

——Lv.

The large rock had weathered wind and rain, and its hardness was even better than refined iron.

Ordinary experts could at most leave shallow carvings on it with knives and swords.

But the person just now had absolutely no weapons in his palm, the monks saw it clearly.

And looking at the outline of the marks, it looked more like it was carved with fingers.

How profound internal energy must this require?

Simply unimaginable.

"Lv?"

In front of the temple gate, Yu Liancheng looked at this piece of bluestone, his eyebrows raised.

More than half a year had passed, his appearance seemed unchanged from when he first entered the temple, yet it also seemed as if he had completely changed into another person. His incomparably handsome face revealed a hint of compassion. His deep eyes contained the light of wisdom.

Yu Liancheng reached out to touch the carvings, smooth and flat, as if they had been carved by a divine weapon. But as the reception monk said, that person came empty-handed and did not carry any weapons.

"The person who came could carve characters with his fingers; if he hadn't practiced some kind of peculiar martial arts, his internal energy must have reached an unprecedented realm." Abbot Xinhu, standing beside him, also frowned slightly: "I don't know when such a figure appeared in the Edo, Amitabha."

"Inserting fingers into a stone tablet is not a very difficult thing. When the 'Iron Finger Zen Skill' is practiced to the peak, the five fingers can be inserted into the stone tablet at will."

Speaking of this, Yu Liancheng extended his index finger and poked the stone, already piercing into it, then shook his head: "But if you want to carve characters on the stone tablet, it is not very easy."

His index finger moved on the stone, his robes billowed, and when he withdrew his hand, there was an extra "Yu" character on the stone tablet.

It was just that this "Yu" character was written very "childishly," as if pieced together stroke by stroke by a child, and it was "written" very shallowly.

That "Lv" character was iron-drawn and silver-hooked, dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing, vigorous and powerful. Anyone with a little discernment could see the gap between the two.

"You can't even do this step, Benefactor Yu?" Monk Xinhu was slightly surprised.

More than half a year had passed, and Yu Liancheng and Shaolin Temple were no longer as incompatible as fire and water as they were at the beginning.

Firstly, Yu Liancheng was extremely intelligent, rare in the world. Although his research on Buddhist dharma could not compare to the six high monks of the "Xin" generation, his unique insights and witty remarks often benefited the high monks a lot.

Secondly, Yu Liancheng not only studied the seventy-two unique skills but also practiced the "Soul-Absorbing Technique" from the "Lianhua Treasure Mirror" at the same time, using invisible mental fluctuations to influence people's minds and emotions. The people in Shaolin Temple naturally became his research subjects.

Under the influence of the invisible mental power, their resentment toward Yu Liancheng greatly diminished, and they vaguely thanked Yu Liancheng for removing Xinjian and Baixiaosheng for them.

"I really can't do this point." Yu Liancheng nodded, his eyes flashing: "However, I already know who that person is, and I know he has practiced a peculiar skill with his fingers."

"Who is it?"

"Weapon Manual fifth, 'Silver Halberd Wenhou' Lv Fengxian."

"Isn't this person's weapon a silver halberd? When did he practice such finger techniques?"

"Lv Fengxian is self-respecting and arrogant. In the eyes of others, being fifth on the Weapon Manual is a great honor, but in his eyes, it is a humiliation. So he destroyed his silver halberd, took a different path, used his hands as weapons, and practiced an even more terrifying ultimate skill."

"The benefactor knows quite a lot." Abbot Xinhu looked at him deeply.

"Because my memory is indeed very good, just like I remember that Xinmei is a traitor."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, looked toward the foot of the mountain, and muttered: "Fine, having been in seclusion for more than half a year, it is time to walk the Edo. This kind of bitter cultivation life is really too boring."