The visitor's shout was like a sudden thunderstorm on a sunny day, causing everyone's ears to buzz.
Gu Chaoci looked at the sound and couldn't help but feel stunned.
He saw the person standing two feet in front of him. He was about fifty years old, with a dark complexion and piercing eyes. He was tall and burly, with thick hands and feet. He was wearing a gray robe and a light yellow cassock.
With his appearance and body shape, if it weren't for the monk's robe covering his body, he would look like a chimpanzee, how could he look like a Buddhist?
However, it can also be seen that his body is full of muscles and muscles, and his body seems to have endless energy. It is obvious that this external skill and profound attainment are definitely not trivial.
What's even more incredible is that with his huge size, when he jumped from the roof just now, his body was light and he landed silently, but when he stood on the ground, his body was as solid as a rock.
Seeing the depth of the inner strength, the strength of the external strength, the excellence of the light skill, and Gu Chaoci's sharp eyesight, he couldn't help but secretly cheer: "This is what the top masters of Shaolin Temple should do!"
The Shaolin monks also announced in unison: "This is the first one I have ever seen."
The visitor took his eyes away from Gu Chaoci, closed his eyes slightly, closed them close to his chest, and murmured: "It's a sin, it's a sin. I hurry up, I don't want to be too late."
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly glared, shooting out a sharp light, and said solemnly: "A disciple of our temple invites you to an appointment. Isn't it too much for you to be so ruthless?"
Gu Chaoci smiled brightly and said: "That's a good word for please! Since you keep calling me a tough scholar, why do you think I'm a tough scholar?"
The visitor was immediately stunned.
"Hey, you've said it all. Shaolin can be a martial arts leader for hundreds of years. It's really extraordinary. It's really admirable!"
Gu Chaoci's tone was full of sarcasm. The visitor immediately realized something was wrong and turned his eyes to look at the Shaolin monks on one side.
At this time, a monk was very discerning. He quickly stepped forward and taught him exactly what he had just said.
In an instant, the eminent monk's dark face turned red. Fortunately, his face was dark and translucent. Even if there was some redness in the darkness, others wouldn't be able to see it.
This person is none other than Master Xincheng, the head of the Shaolin Temple's Luohan Hall. He seems to be tall and strong, with a fiery temper, but in fact he is rough but subtle. He is a first-rate figure in the Shaolin Temple in terms of martial arts and social conduct.
Xincheng knew in his heart that this Wu Chi nephew, as the first disciple of the Discipline Hall, was ranked first among his peers in martial arts. Naturally, he was arrogant and had never left the mountain gate. The third and fourth generations of disciples in the temple respected him.
There are plus.
Therefore, as soon as he heard that senior brother Xin Yuan, the head of the Discipline Hall, asked him to bring a "little Arhat formation" to invite the "hot-handed scholar", he felt that something was wrong. He ignored the dissuasion of the two senior brothers and hurried over.
But I never expected that this nephew could be so unreliable in his work.
And "preaching"?
You are not a disciple of Shaolin! What kind of edict is passed down?
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "This child is still young, but he is very capable. He has not suffered any setbacks, has never been out of the temple, and has not yet understood the fundamental purpose of this temple!"
The older generation of monks in Xincheng all know that as Shaolin disciples, no matter how things are going to be done, they must be humble and low-key in their speech. Only in this way can they be able to advance and retreat in a well-founded manner under any circumstances without losing their position and losing face.
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It's a good time for Wu Chi to do this today!
He did not show his power to others, but was treated as a plaything by others. Not only did he suffer a loss, but he also lost the reputation of the temple, which profoundly explained what it means to seek honor and turn back to humiliation.
In my heart, I had a hidden meaning for this monk Wu Chi. But when I glanced over, I saw my two nephews. Although they were alive, one was unconscious and the other had a face as swollen as a pig's head. I was very angry.
Nothing remains.
At the moment, I just hope that he can learn from it!
After thinking about this, he immediately clasped his hands together and said slowly: "Amitabha, the leader of the Lao Na Luo Han Hall has a clear heart. I am a disciple of our temple, but I have spoken out of bounds. Please forgive me!
However, please let go of my nephew, it is too indecent for you to tease him like this, and it is not a man's nature!"
Gu Chaoci didn't answer when he heard the words, just stared at him coldly.
As the leader of the Arhat Hall, Xincheng possesses nine Shaolin martial arts skills. His martial arts are so high that except for a few elders in the temple, there are only two or three people who can surpass him.
Eerie feeling.
I felt that this gaze was as sharp as a knife, penetrating through my organs, and I couldn't help but activate my internal energy. The uncomfortable feeling in my heart just subsided, and I thought: "This man is young and handsome. Just by looking at his eyes, I can tell that the number of lives in his hands is by no means a small number. He is a dangerous scholar."
The name is just right.”
Seeing that the other party still did not answer, he still forced a smile and said: "Your Excellency's reputation is resounding throughout the world, but you have deep entanglements with me, Shaolin. What is right and what is wrong, the martial arts community will have its own fair judgment!
Now, with this move, is it really going to end here?
Or do you think that by capturing just one monk in our temple, all disputes can be resolved?"
As soon as Gu Chaoci saw the Shaolin formation, he knew that what happened today was a bit serious. However, this thin monk was too arrogant, so he naturally had to be punished.
But judging from the reactions of the fat and thin monks and the leaping movements of the other monks, this group of Arhat monks is not as good as the Wuxiang three people they met more than a month ago, but they are still about the same.
There are too many, especially the skinny monk in his hand. He is the most powerful, and his martial arts skills are definitely higher than those of the three. If he encounters him before he gets the Nine Yin Lower Scroll, he will never be able to capture him so easily.
As for this Xin Cheng, just looking at his physical skills and momentum, his martial arts skills are definitely not inferior to those of Wang Chuyi, Master Lingzhi and other first-class masters, and even if he is inferior to Qiu Chuji, it is not much worse.
In view of all these circumstances, if you are alone, it is not difficult to defeat them or escape.
However, he had deep quarrels with the Shaolin lineage, and now the three leaders came together to question him. He didn't know how many Shaolin disciples were hiding nearby.
Regardless of whether he escapes or kills these monks, the trouble will not only be endless, but also he will not even dare to go back home in the future... (Gu Chaoci has been near Lin'an for the past six years since he obtained the Nine Yang Sutra.
If you don’t cause trouble, no one probably knows until now that the Gu family from a scholarly family in Jiangnan actually has a martial arts master.)
...Besides, Nian'er is still by his side. Logically speaking, this so-called Shaolin eminent monk is a well-known and decent sect, but it is still unknown whether he will maintain his sect style in the face of a "tough scholar"?
What happened today is very unusual. How could these monks be sure that I was in this inn? There might be a third party involved. It seems that we need to stabilize things first and see what happens later.
Gu Chaoci thought for a long time and then nodded. Zheng Rong said: "Master Xincheng, you are serious!"
As he spoke, he pushed the Wu Chi monk back and forth in his hand, and said with a cold smile: "This man is not very capable, but he dares to utter arrogant words in front of me. According to Gu's daily habits, even if I don't kill him,
He also had to cripple his martial arts skills, but now I only slapped him a few times, for the sake of the Shaolin Temple.
As for letting people go, what's the difficulty? I just don't know what the master can teach me when he comes?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his arm and made a "whoosh" sound. The thin monk was like a cannonball being discharged from the barrel, flying towards Xincheng with his head in front and behind his feet.
"Uncle Master, save me!"
Wu Chi was grabbed and slapped again by Gu Chaoci just now, and he was pushed several times in succession. There were no serious injuries, but the damage was not great, but the insult was too great. How would he punish the disciples who broke the law in the future?
Thinking about it, tears couldn't stop flowing. Even though he escaped from Gu Chaoci's hand, his internal force penetrated his meridians, and he couldn't control his body shape at all. At this time, it was very difficult to be able to shout four characters against the strong wind.
It’s not easy anymore, and my tears have already been blown away by the strong wind.
With a clear heart, Gu Chaoci wanted to seize his nephew, hoping that the temple would use it as a rat weapon so that he could bargain and beg for mercy.
But never thought that people would not follow common sense and let people go directly and generously?
Gu Chaoci is so smart and has a clear understanding of the situation at hand. It is easy to take out a Shaolin monk and vent his anger to save face. If he wants to force someone to submit, he not only gives the person a handle but also tells the truth, for fear that others will not use the same method to deal with him?
Moreover, this kind of thinking is just a dream and a whim. What kind of weight does this monk have?
How can it be threatened, the top three of Shaolin Temple?
There is no need to do this unwise thing, it is better to pretend to be generous.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Monk Wu Chi was less than three feet away from Xincheng, and his momentum was carried by the strong wind, and his momentum was extremely frightening.
Xin Cheng's inner strength was raised rapidly, and the breath penetrated his right sleeve. As soon as he blew out the encouragement, the sleeve was instantly pulled, like a sail in the wind. He only set it on Wu Chi and swept him away diagonally. The castration was very smooth.
After he calmed down and his strength was obviously gone, two Arhat monks jumped up and caught him.
But despite this, Xincheng also felt a huge shock in his arm, and half of his body was numb. He "kick, kick, kick" and took three steps back before holding on to a stake to steady his body. Suddenly, there seemed to be dozens of gray-white butterflies on the street.
In the air, flying up and down with the wind.
Everyone was shocked. When they looked at it carefully, it turned out that the many gray-white butterflies were transformed from the right sleeve of Xin Chengli's coat. His right arm revealed a long arm with exposed tendons, plus a vinegar bowl.
The big fist looks very ugly.
It turns out that Xin Cheng was performing one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, "The Universe in the Sleeves" just now. This technique can be used to lift up the sleeves, and the fist power is emitted from the bottom of the sleeves. It seems that the sleeves are just covering up the fist power, and the purpose is
By making the enemy unable to see where the punch is coming from, the opponent is caught off guard.
Of course, the sleeves also contain extremely powerful moves and power. If the enemy concentrates on dismantling the punches hidden under his sleeves, he will turn to the guest and use the power of his sleeves to hurt others.
Xin Cheng saw that his nephew was coming in a hurry, and he relied on his deep internal strength and broad sleeves, so he wanted to use soft strength to neutralize Gu Chaoci's strong strength.
Unexpectedly, Gu Chaoci threw Wu Chi and performed the method of "transferring energy through objects and beating cattle across mountains" in the Jiuyin Manual. The essence of this magical technique is to use far and near to light. Although Wu Chi received it personally, in reality,
The strength was pitifully small, but the real strength was endured by Xin Cheng's brush.
Gu Chaoci's force was condensed and powerful, and it met Xin Cheng's soft and strong sleeve force. Under the collision and excitement of the two forces, how could his ordinary monk's robes withstand it? He was shocked from the inside out.
It shattered and pieces of cloth flew everywhere.
Suddenly, the street was silent. Both the Shaolin monks and ordinary people were frightened by the magical skills of these two people.
Gu Chaoci throwing a torn sleeve at someone is certainly powerful, but wouldn't it be powerful if the old monk only used his sleeve to slowly send someone away who was flying at a high speed? Although the sleeve is still torn, which is not very elegant, it is still very human.
It's as magical as you can imagine.
But this situation only lasted for a moment. Some of the women and girls who were watching couldn't help but chuckle. Some of the more nervous ones actually laughed out loud. However, under the glare of the Shaolin monks, they laughed again.
They all kept silent, their faces flushed from holding back.
However, Mu Nianci was steady and knew that this matter was not funny. From the beginning, his expression remained unchanged.
But at this time, Master Xincheng was shocked and heartbroken. Unexpectedly, the special skills he had practiced for many years were so vulnerable? I ask, if there are no sleeves, how can there be "Qiankun" in the sleeves?
Let me ask again, Gu Chaoci only threw one person and then defeated his own special skill, let alone fighting with him?
For a time, I had mixed feelings. I felt that I was not good at studying and was unworthy of being the leader of the Luohan Hall. I also felt ashamed of myself. At this age, I was more than half his age.
I have always heard that the other party does not come from the sect of a martial arts master, but he is so powerful. Could it be that I, Shaolin, really have no chance to succeed anymore, and the glory of my predecessors is cut off from my own generation?
Furthermore, his martial arts is more than twice as good as Wu Xiang's three. What kind of advantage is he?
These three little bastards are not good at martial arts, and their eyesight is even worse. Brother Wu Xian still wants to bring Wu Xiang into the Bodhidharma Hall and inherit the mantle. How can they inherit the position of the head of the Bodhidharma Hall with such unworthy eyesight?
(The future leader of the Bodhidharma Hall, Zen Master Wuxiang, would never have thought that just because of Gu Chaoci, his martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds in the past month or so, and his Qingyun Road would be ruined.)
Our temple originally wanted to use him to establish his authority and revive his prestige in the martial arts world. Is this right or wrong? Will he fail to establish his authority and instead become a stepping stone for others to become famous?
Just like Wu Chi, you want to give him a blow, but you get slapped in the face repeatedly?
When Wucheng thought of this, an idea suddenly came to his mind. This boy's magical skills are so amazing that no one in this temple can rival him!
Even if a few masters and uncles want to destroy my "world in my sleeves" with one move, they are definitely not able to do it!
How could a person like him bother to secretly learn martial arts from our temple?
This must be a deceitful person, or even an enemy of the other party, deliberately spreading the news so that Shaolin can avenge him!?
Or maybe it is an enemy of the temple, or someone is jealous and jealous, and deliberately blames everything on the "tough scholar", just to use his power to bring about the collapse of Shaolin?
ah!
Could it be that Patriarch Bodhidharma appeared and gave his disciples a warning?
Thinking of this, Xin Cheng's arrogant confidence that had always been ambitious in everything collapsed. He was sweating like rain, and he was hesitant and didn't know what to do.
Gu Chaoci threw Wu Chi because he just wanted to try to see how the leader of Shaolin was doing, so he only used seven points of his strength. After all, if you know yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
Now that I have won a hand, I feel confident in my heart. But I have never underestimated the other party. The method of "transferring energy through objects" in the "Nine Yin Manual" is so exquisite that the other party actually did it without knowing the details.
The power of one's sleeve to eliminate one's own energy is really no small matter!
Otherwise, Xin Cheng would not only have torn sleeves, but would also be either dead or injured.
In view of this situation, Gu Chaoci immediately bowed his hand and said seriously: "The power of the master's sleeves is really unparalleled in the world. I dare to ask, is this the noble sect's unique skill of 'The Universe in the Sleeve' or the 'Kasaya Demon Subduing Skill'?
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He had heard the names of Shaolin's special skills, but he really didn't know them, so he sincerely asked for advice.
But at this juncture, no matter how sincere he is, it feels like he is just rubbing salt into people's wounds.
Fortunately, Master Xincheng has a reckless appearance but not a reckless heart. Now he has been inspired by the "Ancestor Bodhidharma". Under the great inspiration, he just sighed and said with a bitter smile: "Your Excellency's magical skills are amazing. I have been studying hard for decades."
, in the eyes of the benefactor, it is really nothing. If a poor monk has no sleeves, how can he have a universe?
The so-called cassock cannot subdue demons!"
Under such circumstances, even a great and eminent monk with a clear mind in Zen, who can observe things like a reflection, may not have the shame to directly admit that he has "the world in his sleeve". Let alone a person with a clear mind who has a strong desire to win or lose.
Eminent monk.
It should be noted that the Shaolin Temple has a history of seven hundred years. The Arhat Hall is the main temple and is responsible for external fights. If there are any sects or martial arts masters who want to challenge, the Arhat Hall will almost always receive them. Unless they encounter someone who cannot be beaten, Bodhidharma will do it.
A master of martial arts like Tang can't handle it anymore...
As soon as Xincheng said these words, all the junior Shaolin monks were dejected. They all understood that the leader was forced to do so, and even the "seventy-two unique skills" that the temple had always been proud of could not be said clearly.
For hundreds of years, the Shaolin sect has been famous all over the world and is the leader in martial arts in the Central Plains. As a result, not only did the Xincheng sect suffer a complete defeat, but they, the junior disciples, felt even more disgraceful.
Gu Chaoci was not a stupid person. From his clear reaction, he knew what he meant, and felt a little embarrassed in his heart: "So it's the secret of the universe? This is indeed a bit unkind to ask!"
Then he said very humbly: "Master, why should you be too humble? Although I won one move, I got the upper hand and deserved nothing."
Xincheng smiled slightly and said: "The donor was merciful and for the sake of my reputation, I accepted the favor!"
As he spoke, he put his palms together and bowed.
He continued: "But the donor has quite a dispute with this temple, and it's not convenient to talk about such a big thing here.
Therefore, I also invite the donor to gather together in the black pine forest outside the town. Two of my fellow disciples are there to talk about right and wrong. It will be good for both of you and me. What do you think of Shi?"
Gu Chaoci smiled when he saw that his tone suddenly softened, and the "Your Excellency" appellation disappeared, and he turned into a benefactor again: "Sure enough, strength is the basis for peace negotiations!"
But then I thought: "I don’t know how many people came to Shaolin Temple. If they really leave the town, will there be any danger?"
But if you don’t go, there will be no fun. It’s better to settle all the grudges. Even if they want to kill me, it won’t be easy! But Nian’er..."
His thoughts were racing, but his face remained calm. He cupped his hands and said, "Now that Master has said this, how dare I disobey you! I just don't know, Master, can you allow me to explain something!?"
With a clear heart, he clasped his hands and bowed and said, "Don't you dare, don't dare, please do as you please!" At this time, he looked solemn, humble and courteous, and indeed he had the demeanor of an eminent monk.
As he spoke, he waved his left sleeve, and all the Shaolin monks withdrew five feet away. He himself took a few steps out, with his back to Gu Chaoci, and stood with the monks. Those who had a look would open their bags and hurriedly handed them to the leader.
Master, add some clothes to cover up your ugliness.
Xin Cheng was very pleased to see this, and felt that there were still successors to our sect, and they were definitely not unworthy disciples like Wu Xiang and Wu Chi who only learned martial arts and had no knowledge of worldly affairs.
At the same time, Gu Chaoci saw the Shaolin monk retreating, winked at Mu Nianci, and whispered: "Nian'er, I originally wanted you to stay here, but I'm not worried. What happened today is revealing.
Weird. If a third party appears as soon as I leave and takes the opportunity to attack you, I will never redeem myself.
In my opinion, this Shaolin Temple is full of virtuous and eminent monks. No matter how much they hate me, they will not attack you.
Of course, if they really dare to attack you and I am unable to protect you, you will tell Gang Leader Hong, the Nine-fingered Beggar, to teach you martial arts."
Mu Nianci saw Gu Chaoci's eyes, but no matter how smart she was, she couldn't comprehend everything at once, so she could only say softly: "Brother Ci, I will definitely go with you.
Although this Shaolin Temple is not very good now, since it was once known as the leader of martial arts and has authentic martial arts in the world, it will definitely not embarrass me, a female streamer!
If they are really shameless and use me to threaten you, just leave me alone. Even if I die immediately, I will not let these bald donkeys succeed.
But if Qi Gong taught me martial arts to save my life, I am a woman and I don’t care about face. Trusting the word "righteousness" is the foundation of being a human being. I once swore not to take the initiative to tell others. That time, it was him who
I guessed it myself, but I did not take the initiative to say it, so it cannot be confused with others."
After hearing these words, Gu Chaoci felt happy, but also a little heavy. How could he not know that he was not whispering like insects and mosquitoes? With his extremely deep internal energy cultivation, if he intentionally eavesdropped, he would
Can hear and see.
He originally wanted Mu Nianci to just agree to the matter, but he didn't expect her to tell the truth. He was certainly moved by her true expression, and his heart was filled with ups and downs, and he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Looking closely, he was being served by a disciple who was wearing clothes and his ears were trembling slightly.
He must have resented the "tough scholar" for being a mean person, but he also didn't expect that a little girl could be related to "Northern Beggar" Hong Qigong.
Gu Chaoci's guess was correct. Xin Cheng was naturally working on his inner strength and listened attentively to the conversation between the two. This was not because he was a villain, but because this "savage scholar" was ruthless and had a bad reputation, so he was not discussing any treacherous strategies.
But after listening to it, all aspects of this content are really uncomfortable, and I am thinking about how to deal with this matter.
Gu Chaoci also solemnly warned Mu Nianci: "Nian'er, I hope you remember that in my eyes, life is precious and incomparable. Therefore, no matter what happens, you must not have any thoughts of death.
!
There are many ways to die in this life.
But I despise people who commit suicide the most in my life. No matter what the reason is, they are actually cowards!
I can't control other people. After all, they have different pursuits, but you are my wife, so I have to control you! You also have to listen, there is no room for change in this matter!
If you dare to commit suicide in order not to drag me down, I will prevent you from even entering the ancestral grave of my Gu family!"
It goes without saying what the content of these words was, but when Mu Nianci saw his expression of determination, she could only nodded lightly, how could she dare to argue?
Gu Chaoci pulled Mu Nianci to Xincheng's side and said, "Master Xincheng, shall I leave later?"
Xincheng was already absent-minded. He just nodded without saying anything and led the way, with the Shaolin monks in the middle and Gu Mu behind, and they filed away.
A group of people performed the human body method quickly and only needed a cup of tea. Five or six miles outside Zhendian, they saw a dark pine forest lying on the ground, which seemed to be endless.
Gu Chaoci held Mu Nianci's hand and was still joking all the way, but now his heart sank: "Isn't this kind of place a good place for bandits to kill people and steal goods?
Could it be that the Shaolin Temple is either negotiating with me or arranging a lineup to kill me?"
Thinking about it, I stopped and stared at the pine forest.
Xincheng knew that the two of them were coming, but he didn't expect that he stopped again. His mind changed and he knew what he meant. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Donor, please relax. The things that our temple and the benefactor discussed are...
The stakes are so high that we found such a sparsely populated place, there is absolutely no malicious intention!"
Gu Chaoci thought to himself: "We are here, if we don't dare to go in, won't we be laughed at by others!?"
He immediately laughed and said: "I still trust the character of your temple. It's just that Gu, a certain person, behaves openly and aboveboard, and is quite resistant to walking in the woods. This makes the master laugh! Just lead the way with your head."
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Xin Cheng didn't say much and strode forward. Gu Chaoci pulled Mu Nianci and followed him into the woods.
After walking more than ten feet, Gu Chaoci's ears trembled slightly when he heard rustling sounds in the forest, another shout, and a line of gray-robed monks rushed out from the left and right sides of the forest.
As he glanced around, he saw that there were eighteen people in each row. The row on the right circled far behind and turned around, surrounding the Shaolin monks, himself and Mu Nianci, and stood still.
His face was full of fear, his hand was on the sword, and he said nothing.
The group on the left naturally surrounded them from the front, and the monks accompanying Xin Cheng also surrounded them. Only one person leaned the seriously injured fat monk under the tree. The fat monk was most unjustly accused. He didn't speak, and was
One punch caused internal injuries! But I was lucky that I was not slapped in the mouth or insulted.
When the monk Wu Chi who was beaten into a pig's head saw this formation, he took a sword in his hand. Although his eyes had to be narrowed to a slit, he just stared at Gu Chaoci fiercely as if he wanted to spit out fire.
How could Gu Chaoci have expected that the so-called top three buildings of the Shaolin Temple would actually have three "Arhat formations", far from just one? He kept complaining: "Are these monks crazy? Did I poke the Shaolin ancestral tomb? This guy
Damn, do you think too highly of me?"
But now in this situation, no matter how difficult and dangerous the situation is, we can only face it hard, concentrate our energy, stand proudly, and wait and see what happens.
Following the pine forest, five more monks in yellow robes, each about thirty or forty years old, lined up in a row holding Zen staffs.
As soon as the five people stood still, two people slowly walked out of the forest. They were both in their fifties or sixties, with gray beards and gray hair. They were wearing gray robes and light yellow cassocks. One of them was lean and skeletal. He was the head of the Shaolin Discipline Academy.
, a slightly sturdy one, is also the first mind view in Prajna Hall.
The two of them walked to the place where the five disciples were standing in front of them, and then stood still.
At this time, the pine forest was quiet, without any sound. The red sun was in the sky, reflecting the wild pine forest, and making everyone's face green.
Xin Cheng suddenly felt something bad in his heart. He had just walked up to the two senior brothers and clasped his palms together. Before he could speak, Xin Yuan suddenly said: "It's a waste of time to get the help of a tricky scholar. I am deeply honored. It's just that I can't come soon."
, the monks in our temple are very anxious to wait!"
His voice was extremely sharp, like the cry of an owl on a cold night. Even though the Shaolin monks often heard it, they couldn't help but shudder.