Chapter 42

Upon hearing this,

Jiumozhi’s expression changed drastically, and suppressing his anger,

he secretly channeled his energy while Su Hang was off guard.

One could see that within his wide sleeves, a fierce Flame Blade was already gripped in his palm, ready to strike!

One must know that this Flame Blade was Jiumozhi’s unique skill and a martial arts technique that shook the Wu Lin.

This blade Qi, formed entirely from internal energy, was not only tyrannical and fierce but also extremely fast;

even compared to the Six Meridian Divine Sword of the Dali Duan clan, it was not the least bit inferior!

If an ordinary person were to be hit by it, death would be certain.

In Jiumozhi’s view, if this fortune-teller couldn't keep his mouth shut, he would have to take action and send him to the afterlife early.

But at the same time,

after Su Hang finished speaking,

the oblivious audience around them couldn't help but start discussing again.

"Did you hear that? Mr. Su asserted that the great monk would lose his life at Shaolin."

"No way, right? Jiumozhi is the Imperial Preceptor of Tibet, after all; Shaolin Temple should show him some courtesy. Why kill him? Just crippling him would be enough!"

"If I were that monk, I would definitely kneel and beg for mercy immediately. If Mr. Su were in a good mood, he might even give me some pointers and tell me how to break the curse!"

"No way? You have to know that the Imperial Preceptor fought five people at once at Tianlong Temple and looked glorious! If it's one-on-one, Shaolin might not necessarily have the upper hand!"

"Sigh! It's shameful to say! Shaolin's talent has withered. In the 'Xuan' generation, Xuan Ku was murdered, Xuan Bei was murdered, and Xuan Nan was also murdered! Now, the only ones in Shaolin who can hold the fort are Abbot Abbot Xuanci and the Head of the Bodhidharma Hall, Xuandu! Abbot Xuanci is decent; after decades of hard work, he finally mastered the Diamond Palm, one of the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts, and his cultivation has finally reached the Grandmaster realm! As for Xuandu, he's much worse; that great monk practiced the Finger of Picking Flowers for thirty years and didn't achieve anything!! I don't think Xuandu can beat Jiumozhi!"

"Isn't that just it? If Jiumozhi is determined to provoke them, I'm afraid even if Abbot Xuanci and Xuandu team up, they might not be a match for this Tibetan Imperial Preceptor! You have to know, although this great monk is hypocritical, his martial arts are genuinely high! That Buddhist chant just now—didn't it send birds and beasts flying and make everyone look over?"

"Right! Since this great monk is so powerful, why did Mr. Su say he is destined to be defeated? And even go to meet the Buddha ahead of schedule?"

"Could it be that some unexpected event will occur during his trip to Shaolin?"

Amidst the crowd's discussion,

Su Hang lightly shook his folding fan and then smiled at the crowd:

"The reason, naturally, is not complicated."

"It is that upon arriving at Shaolin, the Imperial Preceptor will encounter an extraordinary little monk,"

"and all of the Imperial Preceptor’s martial arts will be neutralized by this little monk,"

"and even the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts that the Imperial Preceptor is most proud of will be exposed by this little monk."

"When it comes down to it, the Imperial Preceptor’s martial arts are claimed to be the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts, all mastered to perfection,"

"but in reality, he is merely using the Small Formless Art of the Carefree Sect as a foundation to forcibly drive these Shaolin techniques."

"Because of this, the Shaolin techniques are indeed used, but they look somewhat unnatural and not quite right."

Hearing this,

the crowd was even more incredulous!

The Carefree Sect?

The Small Formless Art?

What is this all about?

One must know that Jiumozhi is a Buddhist, and the martial arts he practices are also Buddhist,

but the Carefree Sect is a Daoist sect, and it has absolutely nothing to do with Buddhist sects!

How could Jiumozhi, a Buddhist expert, know Daoist martial arts?

Furthermore, this Small Formless Art is no ordinary martial art;

it is one of the foundational secret techniques of the Carefree Sect!

It is the martial foundation of the entire Carefree Sect and is an absolutely non-transferable secret!

Apart from a few experts of the Carefree Sect, no one in the entire Wu Lin knows this internal art.

In fact, even people within the Carefree Sect might not necessarily know this martial art.

Because the founder of the Carefree Sect, Carefree Zi, only passed this Small Formless Art to two disciples.

The stories about it are numerous and varied.

But regarding the Small Formless Art,

over these years, people haven't even heard of it, let alone seen it.

If it weren't for the fact that Bai Bai Xiaosheng later specifically published the Wu Lin Monthly Report, explaining the past and present of the Carefree Sect, I'm afraid people still wouldn't know about the grievances and grudges between these few enemies of the Carefree Sect.

The crowd thought back and forth, becoming even more suspicious and unable to understand!

Just then, Lu Xie Xiaofeng, truly confused, asked:

"Mr. Su, I have a question!"

"Jiumozhi is clearly a Buddhist disciple, so how could he know Daoist internal arts?"

"How is such a thing possible?"

After Lu Xie Xiaofeng finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement.

On the balcony, Hearing Yaoyue saw this and smiled disdainfully: "Hmm? Could this also be stolen?"

Hearing Lianxing saw this and smiled gently: "That's unlikely. You have to know that there are very few experts in this world who know the Small Formless Art. Even if he wanted to steal it, where would he go to steal it?"

At this point,

they all stretched their necks, waiting for Su Hang’s answer.

Su Hang smiled calmly and said softly:

"The Imperial Preceptor’s Flame Blade technique is naturally inherited from the Great Wheel Temple of Tibet; it is indeed a sect inheritance."

"The Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts came from Gusu Murong Bo’s generous gift; although it is not glorious, there is nothing more to say."

"As for this Small Formless Art, it was naturally obtained by the Imperial Preceptor through his own efforts..."

Having said this, Su Hang paused again and continued:

"Back in the day, when the Imperial Preceptor was young, he could be considered dignified and imposing,"

"and it just so happened that the Empress Dowager of Western Xia was devout in her worship of Buddha, inviting high monks from all over the world to the palace every year to lecture on scriptures,"

"and the Imperial Preceptor, having become famous at a young age and known for his profound Buddhist knowledge, was naturally among those invited."

"However, there were eighty-four high monks who entered the Western Xia Empress Dowager’s palace that year, but when the scripture lectures were over and the monks left the palace, there were only eighty-three."

"Among the many high monks, one remained in the harem of the Western Xia Empress Dowager..."

"As you all guessed, this person is undoubtedly the Imperial Preceptor!"

"And the Empress Dowager of Western Xia is none other than the third disciple of the Carefree Sect back then—Li Li Qiushui."