Just when Happy was unexpectedly invited into the inner room by Master Xuan Kong to talk about zen, the Seventeen Swordsmen of Yan Mountains finally found the dilapidated temple after running around aimlessly, and to enter the temple, they got into a small conflict with Master Zhi Heng, who maintained the peace of the temple.
Originally, the group did not dare to offend an NPC.
This was because in the World of Martial Arts, aside from peddlers, merchants, and farmers, all the NPCs outside the safe zones possessed abilities of varying strengths.
"Master!"
Yan Mountain Tiger, who was the leader, spoke in a calm tone. He tried his best to appear very amiable, and his smile made him look harmless. "Don't worry, we have no ill will. We just want to borrow your light to enter the temple."
"Amitabha!" Zhi Heng was not a person who would be moved so easily. When he heard their words, he placed his palms together and said, "Patrons, the temple is old and small, and we like peace and quiet. We might not be able to accommodate so many of you. Besides, it's very inconvenient for you to visit so late at night.
You should leave. "
The group of people cast each other a glance without batting an eyelid. They scowled.
The map showed very clearly that the brocade box was in the temple thirty-two feet away. This meant that the person and item they were looking for were definitely in the temple.
Hence, no matter how dangerous the temple was, they had to enter it.
Yan Mountain Tiger cast a glance at them, and two people behind the group quickly sank into the darkness. They circled around the temple to its left and right.
"Sigh … Why bother?"
Once he let out a heavy sigh, Zhi Heng's expression did not change. He just swung his arm gently, and a powerful whirlpool instantly charged out. A gust of wind blew against the grass, and grunts came from the darkness around the temple at the same time. Bang! The sound of something heavy falling on the ground could be heard. Then, there was silence.
The remaining people did not know what had happened. They sent two people over to take a look, and it was only then that they discovered that their two companions, who had intended to climb over the walls to enter the temple from the left and right, had a clear black palm print on their chests. Blood had dried up at the corners of their mouths, and they had died on the spot.
"He killed Sixteenth and Thirteenth!"
Once they returned and reported the matter to Yan Mountain Tiger, the group became enraged. They drew their weapons, and they were ready to fight. They looked as if they wanted to immediately attack and tear the monk who killed them to pieces.
"Don't."
Yan Mountain Tiger raised his hand to stop his brothers from acting rashly. He sized them up with an incredibly solemn and careful expression.
Monk Zhi Heng's eyes were closed, and he kept chanting the Rebirth Expiation Sutra. Even though he was surrounded by a group of people, he did not panic or show any expression. It was as if everything around him had nothing to do with him!
"The monk is powerful. Let's not fight him head-on."
Yan Mountain Tiger might have thought that it was a little inconceivable, but there were plenty of things in the world of martial artists that were unimaginable, such as the ability to hit someone from a distance, the Throw Spirit Sphere, or hidden weapons that were difficult to detect with the naked eye. All of them could kill his friends instantly without batting an eyelid. Of course, the prerequisite was that the monk in front of him was a super elite who lived in seclusion!
If that was the case …
When he thought of this, Yan Mountain Tiger subconsciously sucked in a breath and took half a step back.
"Big Brother, are we just going to let it go like this?"
Someone behind him reminded him.
"Once they die, their strength will drop by 20% … Sixteen and Thirteen will need nearly a month to completely recover."
"Third Brother, do you have a better idea? Or do you want more of your brothers to die? He's just an NPC. If we want to blame someone, we can only blame ourselves for not having good judgment. " Yan Mountain Tiger's tone was grave. He cast a cold glance at Third Brother, who had just spoken. Third Brother's tone faltered, and he no longer spoke.
Yan Mountain Tiger's anger did not diminish. His gaze moved past Monk Zhi Heng and swept past the walls of the dilapidated temple. He let out a cold snort.
"Search for a place to hide! I refuse to believe that he can stay in this broken temple for the rest of his life! "
The group of people quickly disappeared into the dark forest.
The moon was as cold as water.
The area around the temple became silent once more.
"Seventeen Swordsmen of Yan Mountain? Bah."
The two people who had tailed them lowered their heads to observe the red dot on the map in an even more secluded area. They felt incredibly gloomy.
They originally thought that they could smoothly become the oriole, but they did not expect that the Seventeen Swordsmen of Yan Mountain would be so useless. Once they were frightened by the monk who guarded the temple, they stopped moving.
As time passed, they did not take any further action. When the sky gradually brightened, and their field of vision in the forest slowly became better, the two people became a little anxious.
"Why don't we go around to the back and see whether we can get through?"
One of them suggested after his eyes sparkled.
But soon, his companion objected to his suggestion.
He answered sternly, "Don't."
"This monk isn't simple. Judging by his ability to injure people through the air, I can tell that his qi realm is extraordinary. The temple is small, too. If we go over like this, we won't be able to hide from him."
"Then what should we do?"
The person who made the suggestion scowled. "It'll be difficult if it's daylight. Yan Mountain Tiger has fifteen people with him. With just the two of us, we definitely won't be able to win against them if we fight openly."
He stopped talking for a moment and swept his gaze in the direction of the temple before he continued, "Besides, the person who snatched the tribute should have triggered some sort of quest. If he really wants to hide, he can stay in the temple for an entire day. Once the emperor's birthday is over, even if he comes out at that time, we won't be able to do anything to him! That's why, aside from forcefully breaking through, there's no other way. "
"But … forget about the Seventeen Swordsmen of Yan Mountain, the bald donkey alone won't be easy to get through." His companion sighed heavily, and his eyebrows scrunched together.
"I have an idea."
"Hmm?"
"I'm guessing that the people in the temple won't come out for some time. Why don't I go down the mountain now and quietly find a group of people to leak the news about this place?" When he said this, he stopped. His companion's eyes lit up. "Great! I'm fast! I'll go look for them! "
"Go and come back quickly!"
"Got it."
Taking advantage of the fact that it was still dark, a black shadow quietly left the temple and flew towards the foot of the mountain.
Naturally, Happy did not know what happened outside the temple. Once he followed Master Xuan Kong into the house, he saw books on all four walls.
Wherever he looked, he would see the martial arts that symbolized the various paths in Shaolin Temple. They were placed together in a very normal manner. They ranged from the most common Shaolin Staff Technique, Iron Head, Flying Art, Iron Broom, and Eagle Claw to the incredibly expensive high-tier martial arts Arhat True Qi, Golden Bell Cocoon, Flowing Cloud Sleeves, Great Strength Vajra Finger, Wall Climbing Skill, and Dragon Claw.
When he came here in his previous life, he was shocked by the books and immersed himself in them for a long time. He really wanted to put all of them into his Universe Bag and become a martial art manual merchant.
In this life, Happy was prepared for it, so he naturally did not miss it too much.
Master Xuan Kong had been observing Happy's expression and reaction. When he saw that Happy only sized up everything with a calm and admiring gaze, he nodded slightly, and faint praise appeared in his eyes.
"Young patron, how are your chess skills?"
Master Xuan Kong pointed at the square table at the center of the house with a smile. Dozens of black and white stones had already been placed on it, and it was clear that it was an incomplete game.
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