Chapter 81

"If I remember correctly,"

"Murong Bo snuck into the Shaolin Temple back in the day and completely looted the 'Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts' from the Scripture Pavilion."

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

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

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

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

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

"yet the Imperial Preceptor disregarded human morality and forcibly claimed them as his own. How can such behavior befit a Gao Seng?"

"Are all these things the truth?"

At this very moment,

facing Su Chen's words,

the dark face of Kumārajīva could not help but flush a few shades redder.

He had originally thought he had cornered Su Chen,

but he had not expected this young man to lay it all out so clearly.

Seeing this, Kumārajīva 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 Kumārajīva said this,

it once again drew a roar of laughter from the crowd.

For a time, the entire Zui Xian Building was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Awkward!

Indescribably awkward!

At this very moment,

not only the onlookers from the Jianghu,

but even Yao Yue, looking down from above, could not help but lower her head and smile with pursed lips.

Yao Yue raised her sleeve, half-covering her face;

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

But Lianxing, standing to the side, did not care about such things; she was seen pulling on Yao Yue's arm, giggling non-stop.

For a time, outside the Half Moon Inn,

a gentle breeze stirred, and laughter rang out like bells.

Su Chen heard it with his ears and felt it in his heart.

Having been here for so long, he had not yet spoken a single word to her, but this laughter, like a spring breeze, left a particularly deep impression on Su Chen.

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

She told herself desperately: Do not laugh!

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

Looking at Su Chen before her again, Wang Yuyan suddenly felt that it was not so sad after all;

perhaps it was not a bad thing that her cousin was beaten to death in the street.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Dongfang Bubai also could not help but curl the corners of her mouth, looking charming.

She looked at Kumārajīva and could not help but say:

"This great monk, he can actually blush?"

"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 Kumārajīva was, he could not avoid feeling embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Kumārajīva was seen pressing his palms together again, reciting a Buddhist chant.

Only this time, Kumārajīva secretly channeled his internal energy,

causing the crowd 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 one another, not daring to speak.

After all, the great monk before them was not Murong Fu, nor was he the likes of Lady Guo or Lady Ning—he was a genuine Grandmaster!

In terms of strength and realm, he was not in the same league as that group from yesterday.

One must know that in the current Great Ming Jianghu, Grandmasters were a rare species.

If a sect had three to five Grandmasters, it was considered a major sect.

If it had more than ten Grandmasters, it was undoubtedly a power in the Wu Lin!

Just like Shaolin, or the Qingcheng Sect.

Seeing the laughter stop, Kumārajīva smiled with satisfaction,

and immediately changed the subject:

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

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

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

Su Chen nodded.

Kumārajīva 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 return victorious?"

After Kumārajīva finished speaking, Su Chen instantly recalled this plot point,

and understood everything in his heart.

Although he claimed to be going to Shaolin to discuss Buddhist dharma, he was actually going to the Shaolin Temple to pick a fight.

Although Kumārajīva 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, Kumārajīva had practiced diligently for so many years for the sake of one day becoming famous throughout the world and trampling the Shaolin Temple under his feet.

Before this, he had already been to the legendary Tianlong Temple and had fought against the high monks there as he had wished,

but what slightly disappointed Kumārajīva was that,

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

With this experience as a foundation, Jiu Mozhi could not 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 exchanged frequently and 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, Jiu Mozhi could also gauge the strength of Shaolin Temple.

He concluded that Shaolin's talent had withered and they could not 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 Jiu Mozhi suffered a loss in front of Su Chen,

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

But what Jiu Mozhi did not expect was that,

after hearing his question,

Su Chen did not even think about it and asserted:

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

"If you are lucky, you might be able to keep your life..."

"If you are unlucky, I am afraid you will be meeting the Buddha ahead of schedule."