Compared to his previous focus on dealing with the evil creatures, Wu You now finds a sense of pleasure in the contest with the main god.
Meanwhile, the new members of both reincarnation teams had already awakened.
The "education" methods on both sides were similar, mainly relying on intimidation. Since the team battles were scored, the newcomers had no choice whatsoever in order not to "aid the enemy."
They had to join the group. There was one guy on the North American team who was particularly resistant. He was knocked unconscious, injected with a drug, and hidden in a house.
After that, both teams began to act independently.
The North American team was divided into two groups, one of which consisted of three more noticeable muscular black men.
They quietly left Xiangyang City and arrived at a secluded place. The two of them then took out what appeared to be a Green Goblin skateboard-like individual flying device and flew towards the direction of the Mongol army.
The remaining person went into a grove of trees to find a hiding spot, set up some equipment, arranged it all together, and launched a small drone.
The other group headed into the city. Although they had been told they didn't need to disguise themselves, they still did some minor alterations. The mad scientist in the group took out a drug that temporarily turned their hair and eyes black.
Although her skin is still very fair, it's not as noticeable anymore.
Walking through the city, even with their appearance altered, their imposing physiques and unusual features still drew considerable attention to this group.
The woman, who was acting as a mind linker, quietly reported the situation to the captain.
"Captain, based on aerial footage from a small drone, we've discovered that this city is at least dozens of times larger than depicted in movies and TV shows. Maps of important routes are being marked and compared, and it will probably take another few hours."
"Make the black bear go faster. Let's scout out the area near the Guo residence first, and then plan our escape route."
"Based on speculation from TV dramas, Guo Jing's strength is probably between the second and third gene locks. Considering that the main god will definitely strengthen the characters in this story world, we tentatively set his strength at the third gene lock level or above. Assassinating him will not be easy."
Having unlocked the genetic lock three times, one is already a core member of a typical reincarnation team. Even if not the captain, one is still a key player. Characters in the story have a clear home-field advantage. Guo Jing, as a great hero of the martial arts world, has countless skilled fighters around him, as can be seen from what they heard along the way.
"Damn it, it's another world where technological weapons are weakened. Otherwise, my enhanced Gauss sniper rifle might have been able to kill the unsuspecting Guo Jing."
"Stop saying such useless things. We might run into the Central Continent Team at any time once we enter the inner city, so be careful."
Although their main objective was to find the Golden Wheel Monk and his party who had entered the city ahead of time, as a seasoned reincarnation team, they had long been familiar with the tactics of team combat.
Since they are helping the Mongol army, the Central Continent Team is most likely helping Guo Jing. The key figures on both sides should be Jinlun Fawang and Guo Jing. If the situation is not optimistic when they engage in battle with the Central Continent Team.
Killing Guo Jing would also result in the Zhongzhou team being declared the loser, which would not only bring in a considerable number of points but also prevent excessive casualties on their side.
Compared to the North American team's series of actions, the Zhongzhou team, despite having a certain advantage in Xiangyang, was somewhat passive.
Xiangyang City is so large that the Golden Wheel Monk is not easy to find, but everyone in the Guo family knows where he is.
So their first task was to rush to the Guo residence to ensure that Guo Jing would not be harmed by the methods of the reincarnators.
As night fell, the Central Continent Team, as the first reclusive martial arts practitioners to arrive, paid their respects to Guo Jing. The latter, being a warm and hospitable man, readily agreed to their request for lodging, much to Huang Rong's chagrin. However, she could only remain cautious.
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Two days later, at the Guo Mansion in Xiangyang, a gathering of heroes was held.
On that day, two streets near the Guo residence were completely booked, with a banquet stretching for miles and hundreds of tables, far exceeding the scale depicted in movies and TV dramas.
The roof of a theater was also demolished and transformed into a "Hero's Stage" that occupies a considerable area.
Early in the morning, martial arts practitioners flocked to the Guo residence like a swarm of locusts crossing a river.
There are countless martial artists in Xiangyang, so it's impossible for all of them to have invitations. Many come with their elders to broaden their horizons, while others come in groups to watch the spectacle. Only one or two out of ten can actually get a seat.
At the two entrances of the two blocks, one was handled by Guo Jing's steward who checked invitations and received guests, while the other was managed by Guo Jing's two disciples, Xiuwen and Xiuwu.
As the Mongolian National Preceptor, it was not difficult for the Golden Wheel Dharma King to obtain an invitation. He quickly entered the banquet hall and found a table on the edge to sit down.
"Hey, you guys look unfamiliar. May I ask which school you're from?"
"Kongo Temple!"
Just as Huo Du was about to come up with a reason, Darba blurted it out first, while the Golden Wheel Monk seemed indifferent.
"Uh, I've heard so much about you... To receive an invitation to a hero's invitation is certainly no small feat." Wen clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.
Upon hearing this, Huo Du felt relieved. It seemed that not many people in the Central Plains martial arts world were well-informed, and they probably hadn't heard of the Vajra Temple.
At this moment, outside the south entrance, three gray-robed monks, dressed in worn-out clothes and who had just spent all their money, were stopped.
Xiuwen looked the three people up and down.
"Where's the invitation?"
Xuan Tong put his hands together in prayer position.
"Amitabha, benefactor, we have no invitation to join the party, could you please do us a favor?"
Dao Yuan listened speechlessly to his junior's explanation. Who would let you in with that kind of talk? Xiu Wen and Xiu Wu were notoriously impulsive and foolish on TV.
However, the cultivation of both literature and martial arts here differs from that in movies and TV dramas.
Xiuwen reciprocated with the same chivalrous courtesy.
"Master, it's not that I don't want you to come in, but the number of guests for the banquet has already been determined. If everyone has to do their part, it might not be enough."
Daoyuan knew that if he didn't show off, he wouldn't get this free lunch.
The "old monk" smiled, slowly stepped forward, one hand on his waist and the other waving his sleeve, bowing in a Buddhist gesture with one arm.
“Amitabha, please inform your master that Shaolin Temple is far away and that you have brought Xuan Tong and Xuan Kong to request an audience.”
Xiuwen, Xiuwu, and even the martial arts community in the vicinity had long been paying attention to the three monks. Although the old monk seemed to be an ordinary person, perhaps they couldn't see through him, and his actions exuded the air of a high-ranking monk.
Xiuwen and Xiuwu dared not delay, and said, "Please wait a moment, my lord," before one of them went back to inform the others.
Inside the Guo residence, Huang Rong was giving Guo Jing a final pep talk.
"Brother Jing, wouldn't it be better if you became the leader of the martial arts alliance and led your fellow martial artists to fight against the Mongol Dazi?"
"No, if I do that, it will make it seem like my motives for this Heroes' Gathering are impure. I can choose the leader of the alliance, but I won't!"
Just then, Xiuwen rushed in.
"Master, there are three monks outside who claim to be from Shaolin Temple and want to see you!"
Before Guo Jing could speak, Huang Rong began to mutter to herself in thought.
"Shaolin has been absent from the martial world for a long time, and is now deep in a land of destruction. Could it be that they are about to emerge from the mountains?"
Guo Jing was exceptionally happy. As the former pillar of the martial arts world, he had naturally heard of Shaolin's reputation. He straightened his clothes and went out to greet them personally.
The Zhongzhou team's reincarnators, who were constantly on the lookout, were extremely tense.
Shaolin monks? And they specifically asked to see Guo Jing? They're probably just a North American team in disguise!
Outside the south gate, Guo Jing approached, laughing loudly.
"Hahahaha... The Shaolin monks have come from afar, proving that we, the martial arts world, are of one mind. Guo Jing should naturally welcome them from afar!!"
With just a glance, Guo Jing could tell that the two martial monks were no ordinary fighters, and their auras were upright and peaceful, without any trace of the violence of the martial world. The reputation of the Shaolin masters was indeed well-deserved.
As for the old monk, he must be a highly accomplished practitioner of Shaolin Buddhism, and should be treated with even greater respect!
Daoyuan outwardly maintained his composure and bowed, but inwardly he was screaming.
"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! A stunningly beautiful young woman!!! Huang Rong must be almost forty this year, my god! I'm a nun!!"
Compared to the Huang Rong I saw on TV before, I thought she was getting older, so I was more looking forward to seeing her. I never expected that seeing Huang Rong would even stir my "Buddhist heart".
Her body swayed gracefully, displaying the upright posture of a martial artist. Her face was delicate, and her skin was full and elastic. Her chest was flat and not sagging at all. Because Huang Rong was pregnant again, her chest was even larger than usual.
Upon seeing Master Daoyuan, Guo Jing seemed to be sniffling while smiling, showing genuine concern.
"Master, what happened to your nose?"
"Oh, Benefactor Guo, there's no need to worry. I've been in seclusion for a while and have been living in the north for a long time, so I'm a little unaccustomed to the climate, but it's nothing serious."
The members of the Zhongzhou team exchanged glances.
'Are they really Shaolin monks?'
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