Five days later.
Mount Song.
Shaolin Temple.
This was not the tourist area. The entire mountaintop was separated from the tourist area. In the backyard of the main hall, a group of young monks were sweeping the floor with brooms.
"Martial Uncle Jie Jiao and Martial Uncle Jie Zao are back?"
"He just came back yesterday. I heard that his bones were fractured!"
"Yeah, they're all pretty badly injured!"
"It's already pretty good that he can come back. I heard that the abbot had pressured the local police in Tianshan to let him go, so he wasn't affected too much. The National Martial Arts Association also helped out. Otherwise, he might even have been sentenced. After all, this is a society governed by law."
"How did it become like this?"
"That Rao Aimin has done many evil things, she should be taught a lesson!"
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. Someone might hear you."
"So what if I say it? It's the truth!"
"This matter has been resolved."
"What's there to settle? Aren't we going to take revenge? Martial Uncle and the others were beaten up! "
"I heard that we were in the wrong first."
"But they can't be so vicious!"
"This debt will definitely be settled in the future. Is Rao Aimin awake?"
"I heard that he hasn't woken up yet. He's still in the hospital!"
"Hmph, it's best he doesn't wake up. And that Zhang Ye! Even the leader of the Eight Trigrams School did not dare to say anything about this matter. He had already announced that Rao Aimin would be expelled from the school, so what could a celebrity like Zhang Ye possibly do about it? So what if they're celebrities? Could celebrities meddle in other people's business? Why didn't he … "
Suddenly, the bell on the mountain rang loudly!
When they heard the first bell, everyone was still calm and did not take it seriously. But when the bell rang five times in a row, everyone in Shaolin Temple had a change in expression!
Enemy attack!
It was an enemy attack!
Everyone rushed out!
"What happened?"
"What happened?"
"Why is there an enemy attack?"
"Shaolin's bell hasn't rung five times in decades!"
"What happened?"
"No one dares to cause trouble in Shaolin Temple!"
Some of them looked flustered!
Some of them looked confused.
There were also people who held sticks in their hands as if they were facing a great enemy!
Suddenly, a warrior monk's angry roar came from outside. "Zhang Ye is fighting his way in! Zhang Ye was attacking! Quickly go and invite Martial Granduncle! "
What?
Zhang Ye?
The successor of Taiji who had disappeared for a hundred years?
"Not good!"
"Is that him?"
"Quick, invite Martial Granduncle!"
"Defend! Defend! "
"Set up the formation!"
Before the person could be seen, his voice could be heard, "No one from the National Martial Arts Association is going to give me an explanation? No one from the Shaolin Temple gave me an explanation? Alright, then I'll come over today to demand an explanation! "
Bang!
Bang!
With two muffled sounds, the two monks screamed as they flew into the front yard and fell to the ground!
Today, Zhang Ye had changed into a pure white training outfit. He wore a pair of cloth shoes that did not have any special characteristics. He strolled in just like that!
Those few monks who didn't know any martial arts and were just gossiping were now so scared that they ran off to god knows where!
"Zhang Ye, what are you doing?"
"Impudent!"
"You dare barge into Shaolin Temple?"
"How dare you!"
"Are you crazy?"
The Eighteen Arhats Formation was ready!
Many of the Confucian monks stood in the distance and angrily rebuked Zhang Ye!
Everyone was very shocked. After five days of peace, they had thought that the matter had been left unsettled. No one could have expected that someone would actually dare to attack the Shaolin Temple!
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I've always been a very bold person. For me, there are only two choices: do it or don't do it. There's never been a choice of dare or don't dare!" He raised his foot and walked in.
"Attack!"
"Stop him!"
"Don't let him enter the main hall!"
"Stop him!"
The 18 monks formed the Eighteen Arhats Formation and swarmed forward!
However, Zhang Ye did not even look at them. His eyes were fixed on a plaque in the main hall that had the words "Shaolin Temple" written on it for several hundred years. Step by step, he walked toward it!
A stick attack came!
Zhang Ye casually waved his hand, twisted it, and flicked it!
A monk fell to the ground in pain!
Following that, two stick shadows whizzed forward, one in front and the other at the back!
Zhang Ye did not even turn his head. He raised his hand and used two fingers to clamp the stick shadow in front of him between his index and middle fingers. With a flick of his wrist, the stick in the hands of the monk opposite him shook violently and slipped out of his hands. Zhang Ye used some concealed strength to push forward, and the monk opposite him was hit in the chest and sent flying backward. With a flick of his finger, the stick that was clamped between his fingers flew backward and hit the face of the monk behind him. Blood splattered out of his nose and he fainted from the pain!
Another person came forward and used a stick shadow to sweep at the monk's lower body!
Zhang Ye did not dodge. He stepped on it and pressed the tip of the stick into the ground. With a reverberation, the monk was sent flying!
In the blink of an eye, there were only 14 people left in the Eighteen Arhats Formation!
Everyone from the Shaolin Temple felt their hearts turn cold when they saw this!
They were not a match at all!
Th-There was no way they could fight!
"Don't be afraid of him!"
"Fight!"
"Attack!"
"Even if we die, we have to stop him!"
"Attack together!"
There were a total of 28 people who could fight. All of the monks present swarmed forward!
Zhang Ye used his Listening Power and used both his hands to grab the shadows of a monk's punches. With a push, the two of them were already sprawled on the ground. It was as though their bodies were no longer under their control. It was also as though the force of his punches had caused them to fall to the ground and even hit their heads on the head!
A monk who practiced hard qigong roared and attacked in anger!
But the moment he got in front of Zhang Ye, he did not even see how Zhang Ye made his move. All he saw was a shadow flicker and hit the monk's center of gravity. Then he was sent flying and never got back up again!
"Master!"
"Deputy Instructor!"
"Deputy Instructor!"
The deputy chief instructor of the Shaolin Temple's monks was not even a match for Zhang Ye!
There was no way they could fight!
How could they fight like this?
Although the Shaolin Temple's monks were very skilled and were one in a hundred, their opponent was a martial arts master who knew Taiji Fist. Furthermore, he was a martial arts master who had fully recovered from his injuries, was young and strong, and was in the prime of his life. Unless they used a hundred or two hundred people to attack him, there was no way they could defeat him!
Five people!
Ten people!
Twenty people!
In the blink of an eye, everyone on the ground had collapsed!
A few of those who had participated in the Martial Arts Conference five days ago were once again shocked by Zhang Ye's strength. This was because they realized that even though he had just recovered from his injuries, Zhang Ye's martial arts had actually improved by a little — of course, they did not know that the Reputation Points that he had accumulated over the past few days would be "consumed" by Zhang Ye buying a Taiji Fist Skill Experience Book once he reached a million!
"We can't hold on any longer!"
"We can't hold on any longer!"
"Quick, get Martial Granduncle here!"
"Where is Martial Granduncle?"
…
In the inner yard.
In a certain wing room.
Many of the Shaolin Temple's eminent monks, including the abbot, were inside. They did not even step out of the room. Everyone's faces were filled with various emotions.
The abbot was silent!
An eminent monk was indignant!
A scholarly monk was anxious!
There was also a monk who was sitting in the corner, but looked like he was sitting in the center of the room. He did not say a word. This man was over fifty years old, but he looked very healthy. What was out of place with the others was that this man was only wearing the most common gray robe of the lowest level in the Shaolin Temple. He even kept his hair, but it was unknown whether it had not been dyed or had grown out later. However, it could be seen that many of the people in the room were looking at him with respect!
His name was Shi Wu.
He was the person with the highest level of martial arts in the Shaolin Temple.
The abbot suddenly looked at him. "Senior Bro!"
Shi Wu shook his head.
A scholarly monk said anxiously, "Martial Uncle! Zhang Ye has already mastered concealed power and is also practicing Taiji Fist, a martial art that no one is familiar with. In the entire Shaolin Temple … only you can take him on! "
Shi Wu looked at them and said, "I'm not a match for him."
"How would you know if you haven't fought him before?" someone gasped.
Shi Wu said, "For him to be able to exchange so many blows with Chen Xi, no one below the grandmaster level is a match for him." With a pause, he said, "Even if I can fight him to a draw, so what? The Shaolin Temple was in the wrong first. It was the fault of those sinful disciples who went to the National Martial Arts Conference. Sneak attack? Besieging? Exterminating them? This is a grave mistake that concerns human lives! Now that he's come knocking on our door to demand an explanation, even if he demolishes the Shaolin Temple, we can't pick on him! "
The abbot said, "The Shaolin Temple has been around for a hundred years, how can we …"
Suddenly, there were shouts coming from outside!
"How dare you!"
"Zhang Ye! How dare you! "
"Stop it!"
"Stop it right now!"
Boom!
There was a loud cracking sound!
"Ah!"
"Abbot!"
"Martial Granduncle!"
"Zhang Ye, h-he tore down the Shaolin Temple plaque!"
The plaque that had been passed down for a hundred years was now in pieces!
What?
The abbot was furious!
The Shaolin Temple was furious!
"Fight it out with him!"
"Fight it out with him!"
"Zhang Ye is too much of a bully!"
"We can't let him get away!"
The Shaolin Temple plaque had been passed down for several hundred years. It was their name and also their face. Now that the plaque had been torn down, it was as good as a slap to their faces!
Shi Wu's expression also changed slightly. He sighed and suddenly said, "Those who came back from the National Martial Arts Conference this time will all face the wall and not be allowed to leave the mountain for five years! For this year, the Shaolin Temple's inner court will be closed! We will not be recruiting any more martial monks! "
"Why?"
"Why!"
"Martial Uncle!"
"Martial Granduncle!"
At this moment, the head monk of the Shaolin Temple who rarely spoke spoke up from the corner. "Rao Aimin is still unconscious, Chen Xi is seriously injured and won't be able to fight for the next six months, Zhou Tianpeng is paralyzed and won't be able to live for long. As for the other two grandmasters, one is overseas and nowhere to be found, while the other is over 90 years old and doesn't care about worldly affairs. In the current Chinese martial arts world, there's no one who can stop him, so what else can he do but close his doors? What else can he do but admit defeat? If we really force him into a corner and force him to come back again? If that happens, it might not just be the Shaolin Temple's century-old plaque that gets torn down, but the entire Shaolin Temple! "
Hearing that, everyone fell silent!
…
In the front hall.
Zhang Ye dusted off the dust on his hands. Under the angry stares of many of the Shaolin Temple monks, he turned around and took a step forward, strolling away.
Calm and composed!
As though there was no one else around!
"Zhang Ye!"
"You …"
"The Shaolin Temple is absolutely irreconcilable with you!"
Even though they were shouting, no one dared to stop him!
Zhang Ye went in and out of a place where there was no one around. He came and went as he pleased. Before he left, he even said, "You want to be my sworn enemy? Alright then, follow me on Weibo and keep abreast of my latest updates. I welcome all of you to come and fight me at any time! "
He even made an advertisement before he left!
Many of the Shaolin Temple monks exploded with anger!
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