Chapter 41

Su Hang nodded and continued:

"After learning that the conspiracy was exposed, Gusu Murong Bo set up a fake death plan,"

"But in reality, his true self had long since escaped like a cicada shedding its skin, and for these years, he has been hiding in the Shaolin Library."

"On one hand, stealing scriptures and learning Wu Gong,"

"On the other hand, continuing to wait for an opportunity until the Gusu Murong clan restores the Great Yan."

Speaking of this,

Su Hang turned around and looked at Kumārajīva, who was blushing in front of him:

"If my memory serves me correctly,"

"Gusu Murong Bo once snuck into the Shaolin Library and looted every single one of the 'Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts' clean."

"Because these seventy-two arts are far too profound, practicing them rashly would likely lead to a deviation of Qi."

"Therefore, he could not pass this martial art on to Gusu Murong Fu,"

"But instead, in the name of a close friend, he gifted them to the Imperial Preceptor."

"He only hoped that when the Gusu Murong clan rose again one day, the Imperial Preceptor could persuade Tibet to provide support from the sidelines."

"So, the Shaolin martial arts the Imperial Preceptor has been practicing all these years are, in reality, stolen goods."

"Yet, the Imperial Preceptor disregarded all morality and forcibly claimed them as his own. How can such behavior befit a high monk?"

"Are all these things the truth?"

At this very moment,

facing Su Hang’s words,

Jiumozhi’s dark face couldn't help but flush a few shades redder.

He had originally thought he would put Su Hang on the spot,

but he hadn't expected this kid to lay it all out so clearly.

Seeing this, Jiumozhi simply pressed his palms together and recited a Buddhist chant:

"Mr. Su..."

"How can the affairs of a monk be considered stealing?"

As soon as Jiumozhi said this,

it triggered another roar of laughter from the crowd.

For a time, the entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Awkward!

Indescribably awkward!

At this very moment,

not only the onlookers and martial arts heroes,

but even Hearing Yaoyue, from her high vantage point, couldn't help but lower her head and smile with pursed lips.

Hearing Yaoyue raised her sleeve, half-covering her face;

after all, she was the Great Palace Master of the Moving Flower Palace, a cold and aloof figure who always presented a stern face—how could she laugh so easily?

But Hearing Lianxing, standing to the side, didn't care about such things; she was seen pulling on Hearing Yaoyue’s arm, giggling non-stop.

For a moment, outside the Half-Moon Inn,

a breeze stirred, and laughter rang out like bells.

Su Hang heard it in his ears and felt intoxicated in his heart.

Having been here for so long, he hadn't even exchanged a word with her, yet this laughter, like a spring breeze, left a particularly deep impression on Su Hang.

Meanwhile, seeing the great monk being sold out in public, Wang Wang Yuyan also pursed her lips, trying hard to hold it in!

She desperately told herself: Do not laugh!

Recalling the past, she had followed Gusu Murong Fu for so many years and had never felt as relaxed and at ease as she did at this moment.

Looking at Su Hang before her again, Wang Wang Yuyan suddenly felt that the sadness wasn't so overwhelming anymore.

Perhaps, her cousin being beaten to death in the street might not be a bad thing after all.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Dongfang Bubai also couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, looking charming.

She looked at Jiumozhi and couldn't help but say:

"This great monk, so he can blush too?"

"Now that Mr. Su has exposed him, let's see how he handles himself!"

"Hahahaha..."

Amidst the mocking laughter of the crowd, no matter how thick-skinned Jiumozhi was, he couldn't avoid feeling embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Jiumozhi pressed his palms together again and recited a Buddhist chant.

Only this time, Jiumozhi secretly channeled his internal energy,

causing everyone to suddenly feel an incredibly intense pressure!

It was the wrath of a Grandmaster!

Seeing this, the laughter in the crowd came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone looked at each other, not daring to speak.

After all, the great monk before them was not Gusu Murong Fu, nor was he someone like Lady Guo or Lady Ning; he was a true Grandmaster!

In terms of strength and realm, he was on a completely different level from the group yesterday.

One must know that in the current comprehensive martial arts world, Grandmasters are a rare species.

A sect is considered a major sect if it has three to five Grandmasters.

If it has more than ten Grandmasters, it is undoubtedly a powerhouse of the Wu Lin!

Just like Shaolin, or the Qingcheng Sect.

Seeing the laughter stop, Jiumozhi smiled with satisfaction,

and immediately changed the subject:

"Since that is the case, I shall no longer inquire about the matter of the old gentleman Gusu Murong Bo."

"Since you are known as the peerless divine calculator,"

"it just so happens that I have a question, so I ask you to cast a divination for me."

Su Hang nodded.

Jiumozhi said:

"This time, I am going to Shaolin to discuss Buddhist dharma with the high monks of Shaolin,"

"may I ask Mr. Su, will I be able to return victorious?"

After Jiumozhi finished speaking, Su Hang instantly recalled this plot point,

and understood everything in his heart.

Actually, calling it a discussion of Buddhist dharma at Shaolin was really just going to Shaolin Temple to pick a fight.

Although Jiumozhi was a monk, his competitive heart was much fiercer than that of an ordinary person.

As the Imperial Preceptor of Tibet and the Abbot of the Great Snow Mountain's Great Wheel Temple, Jiumozhi had studied and trained diligently for so many years, all for the sake of one day becoming world-famous and trampling Shaolin Temple under his feet.

Before this, he had already gone to the legendary Tianlong Temple and had successfully fought against the high monks there,

but what slightly disappointed Jiumozhi was that,

even with all the experts of Tianlong Temple out, they had only managed to fight him to a draw by joining forces.

With this experience as a foundation, Jiumozhi couldn't help but gain a bit more confidence.

After all, although Tianlong Temple belonged to Dali and was not in the same system as Shaolin Temple,

the two temples had maintained close exchanges and had been on good terms for many years.

The two temples had been sending monks to each other for many years.

From the battle at Tianlong Temple, Jiumozhi could also gauge the strength of Shaolin Temple.

He concluded that Shaolin's talent had withered and they couldn't produce any real experts!

And since he was already at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, dealing with a bunch of mediocrities at Shaolin would be easy, wouldn't it?

Precisely because of this,

after Jiumozhi suffered a loss in front of Su Hang,

he hurriedly brought out this trump card to regain his face.

But what Jiumozhi didn't expect was that,

upon hearing his question,

Su Hang didn't even think before asserting:

"Your trip to Shaolin is destined to end in a crushing defeat!"

"If you are lucky, you might keep your life..."

"If you are unlucky, you will likely go to meet the Buddha ahead of schedule."