thefictionvixens Chapter 105 First Slay Shaolin, Then Destroy Wudang
Chapter 105 First Slay Shaolin, Then Destroy Wudang
Chapter 105 First Slay Shaolin, Then Destroy Wudang
"All martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin."
"The ancestral home of Zen Buddhism and a sacred place of martial arts."
In just a few days, the red-haired devil's Chinese was indistinguishable from that of the locals.
If you can only hear the voice but not see the person, you cannot identify whether the voice belongs to someone from overseas based on their accent.
The red-haired demon stood at the foot of a high mountain.
It is Mount Song, one of the Five Sacred Mountains of China.
The Shaolin Temple is located on the western peak of Mount Song, at the summit of Mount Shaoshi, which is 2,000 meters high.
The stone path winding from the mountaintop to the bottom has six thousand steps.
The red-haired demon crossed his arms. Although he had learned the language of the Central Plains, he had not learned the culture of the Central Plains. He was still shirtless and climbed step by step from the foot of the mountain to the top.
Shaolin is both a martial arts sect and a temple that receives offerings.
Pilgrims went up and down the mountain, walking along both sides of the mountain path.
They leaned against the sides of the mountain path, their feet treading the stone steps until they were smooth, and even the grass beside them was trampled flat, leaving a wide road in the middle.
Just to avoid this barbarian who exudes a wild aura.
Two warrior monks were stationed at intervals along the mountain path.
They kept a close eye on the strange man going up the mountain, fearing that he might do something that could harm the pilgrims.
Shaolin Temple has always been open to all kinds of people, and they have no reason to prevent this person from coming up the mountain.
During the process, an elderly pilgrim was sweating profusely. Because he was so concerned about the barbarian, he stepped on a moss-covered rock and fell down the mountain.
"what!"
The old man screamed and fell downwards.
The monk was shocked and immediately used his lightness skill to climb the steps, wanting to save the old man.
However, the old man did not fall.
A large hand supported his back.
That hand was so broad and huge, it seemed as if it could hold the old man's waist with one hand.
But not so.
The old man was spun around in his hands several times, the force of the fall was completely dissipated, and finally his feet landed steadily.
After being placed on the ground, the old man realized that the hand was not much bigger than his children's hands.
His palms were hard as steel, yet without any calluses.
"Watch where you're going."
The red-haired demon placed the old man on the steps, his large, fleshy face looming over him, his narrow eyes revealing neither compassion nor anger.
"Amitabha."
The old man clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, hero."
The red-haired demon twitched his lips as if to laugh, but such an expression on his face only made people think that he was about to start a gluttonous feast.
His size was more than twice that of the old man.
Even though he knew the person in front of him had saved him, the old man was still terrified. After thanking him, he quickly turned and went down the mountain.
"Benefactor, that's too much."
The monk, a step too slow, arrived in front of the red-haired alien. Just as he was about to express his gratitude, the giant barbarian opposite him revealed a wicked smile.
The hand that had just saved someone was suddenly slapped on his chest.
An incomprehensible force propelled him several meters up the stone steps. If he had fallen from there, even with his years of martial arts training, his brains would have exploded.
After a moment of panic, the monk quickly adjusted his posture, and his companion immediately jumped over to help him.
The moment the monk who came to his aid touched him, he felt an overwhelming force and was pulled away as well.
After hundreds of steps and nearly ten monks taking turns to help, they finally landed safely.
They were all covered in sweat.
Looking up again, the red-haired barbarians had already vanished.
The mountain path splits into two at the entrance to Shaolin Temple.
On the left is the Zen temple where pilgrims come and go.
To the right is the martial arts monks' quarters, which are off-limits to outsiders.
The red-haired demon ignored the martial monks' quarters and continued to follow the crowd toward the Zen temple on the mountain.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
near, near.
The scent of the strong is ahead.
The strongest person on this mountain is not far away.
"Huikong".
Abbot Yuanjue suddenly opened his eyes, waking from his meditation, and called out the Dharma name of his favorite disciple.
"Abbot."
Huikong immediately responded and walked up to the abbot, "What are your orders?"
Suddenly, alarm bells rang in my mind, and I felt completely confused, as if a great disaster was about to befall me.
"Has anything happened in the martial arts world lately?"
Huikong was taken aback, and after a moment's thought, he shook his head. "I haven't heard of any major event."
"If I had to say, there was an uprising against Liang in the Jiangnan region, but this matter should not affect Shaolin."
Ok. . .
Yuanjue frowned.
When martial arts reach the level of a grandmaster like him, his intuition becomes exceptionally sharp.
He had already reached the pinnacle of the Grandmaster realm, a feeling he hadn't experienced in twenty years.
Could it be related to the Desire Sect?
According to Zen Master Sesshouin, the leader of the Desire Cult is a Celestial Warrior.
He has already infiltrated both Liang and Yuan, making many arrangements, seemingly plotting a grand conspiracy.
As I pondered, a thunderous roar resounded across the peaks of Mount Song, startling countless birds into flight.
clang clang clang!
The large bell on the mountain, though unstruck, rang out repeatedly in alarming ways.
Birds and beasts scattered across Mount Song, and men and horses were thrown about.
The incense and candles inside the main hall were all extinguished, and the burning incense was shattered by the shock.
Even someone as skilled in martial arts as Yuanjue frowned, his mind disturbed by the roar.
The disciple Huikong covered his ears, suffering from a severe headache and persistent tinnitus.
"They've come with ill intentions."
Yuanjue sighed, walked out of the meditation room, "63"
The red-haired demon roared out the air from his lungs, then took a deep breath.
His cheeks tucked into his mouth, making him look like a horse's face.
The air rippled abnormally with that deep breath, as if a strong wind had swept through.
After filling his lungs, the red-haired demon gently exhaled a small vortex of air.
He just saved an elderly man who had fallen.
Now, with his angry roar, who knows how many more pilgrims have fallen.
The red-haired demon remained calm and collected, waiting for the most delicious food in the area to come to him on its own.
"This old monk is Abbot Yuanjue of Shaolin."
Yuanjue stepped out from the inner courtyard, clasped his hands together in greeting to the red-haired barbarian, and asked, "May I ask what brings you here, benefactor?"
"First destroy Shaolin, then annihilate Wudang."
The red-haired demon, expressionless, uttered lines brimming with murderous intent.
"If you want to stop me, let someone stronger than me defeat me."
"Amitabha."
Yuanjue chanted the Buddha's name with a sorrowful expression.
He could not sense any internal energy from the barbarian before him.
There are only two possibilities.
One possibility is that the other party has not cultivated internal energy.
Another possibility is that the barbarian's internal energy cultivation is far superior to his own, to the point that he cannot sense it.
Just from the roar, it was clear that the first possibility did not exist.
In other words.
Celestial beings.
For over twenty years, a full twenty years, he has remained firmly in the top position in the Central Plains without causing any trouble.
But recently, in less than a year, such powerful individuals have emerged one after another.
Liang Chen, Sheng Wansong, Kama, Sesshoin.
And the red-haired alien in front of him.
Upon closer reflection, all of this happened after the sky shattered.
The unprecedented celestial phenomena and the successive appearances of powerful figures—are they foreshadowing some destiny?
"This old monk is willing to fight for Shaolin."
"snort."
A joyful nasal sound emanated from the red-haired barbarian's nose.
He grinned widely, spread his arms wide, and adopted a fighting stance full of openings.
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