Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. The Shaolin Temple's status in the martial arts world has stood the test of time. Even though it had declined for a period of time, it should not be underestimated now that it intends to return to the scene.
Guo Jing personally led them to one of the tables on the Hero's Platform before getting up to leave.
The martial arts practitioners in the arena were discussing the Shaolin Temple, with elders explaining its past glory to the younger generation.
The eminent monk Daoyuan, who was only briefly in the spotlight, had his mind filled with thoughts of...
'Huang Rong is already this beautiful at her age, so what must Auntie, who's called a fairy, be called?! There seem to be quite a few beautiful female warriors in this world! Is it appropriate for an old monk like me to leave the monastic life now...?'
The Golden Wheel Monk smiled at his two disciples.
"As expected, they are from Shaolin Temple. Before your master passed away, he instructed the disciples of Jingang Temple not to make things difficult for Shaolin monks, and even more so not to go to Shaoshi Mountain. They must have suffered a loss before."
Huo Du had a sudden thought and smiled.
"Forget about that old monk, as for the two junior monks, my senior brother Darba and I will find an opportunity to 'spar' with them."
At this moment, two members of the North American team, whose build and appearance were somewhat similar to the martial arts practitioners around them, sat down at the same table.
One of the women secretly reported to the Golden Wheel Dharma King.
"Your Majesty, our people have been monitoring both inside and outside the area, but they have discovered that Guo Jing has some 'extraordinary people' assisting him, which will make this matter more difficult."
The Golden Wheel Monk did not look directly at her, but nodded slightly.
"Well done. The foreign mercenaries the Khan found this time have proven to be somewhat useful. How are the preparations for the main army going?"
"Your Majesty, 200,000 Mongol warriors set off half a month ago and are expected to arrive outside Xiangyang City in three days."
As long as they can survive the most obvious Heroes Tournament at the Central Continent team's home stadium, the initiative will be completely in the hands of the North American team once the siege begins.
The Heroes' Gathering was held soon, and before noon, the hundreds of tables were almost full.
As for the food and drinks, there wasn't much variety; it mainly consisted of meat dishes, which was about the standard of cooking at that time.
But for Daoyuan, who can't afford meat, it's still incredibly tempting.
For their table, Huang Rong thoughtfully instructed the kitchen to prepare several extra vegetarian dishes.
The banquet was in full swing when Guo Jing stood up from the main table. Everyone who saw this knew that the main event was about to begin.
"Fellow martial artists!"
His profound inner strength produced an effect comparable to a loudspeaker, and people on both streets could hear it clearly.
"It's a rare occasion to have so many heroes gathered here today, so I, Guo, will speak frankly!"
"Now that the Mongols are invading the south, the situation is critical. I have convened this gathering of heroes today to discuss with you all what good strategies we can devise to prevent the Mongol Dzungars from invading our Great Song Dynasty!"
Most of the hundreds of people at the tables below, who were mostly righteous, echoed these words.
Daoyuan had anticipated this, and was currently observing the young Yang Guo. His face was indeed handsome and masculine, almost as handsome as he was now!
Huang Rong seized the opportunity to step forward. Although her voice transmission over a thousand miles was not as loud as Guo Jing's due to her skill level, it was still delicate and clear over a mere two miles.
"Indeed, as the saying goes, a snake cannot function without a head. Since everyone is loyal and righteous, why not take this opportunity to recommend a highly respected martial arts leader to lead everyone in resisting foreign enemies!"
Most of the martial arts practitioners who were prepared also spoke up in agreement, while those who were somewhat resistant chose to remain silent to avoid trouble.
Just like in the original story, the first person to step forward was Zhu Ziliu, a disciple of Master Yideng.
This was also Huang Rong's plan. Since Guo Jing was unwilling to be the leader of the alliance, she would try to achieve her goal indirectly.
As expected, Zhu Ziliu's suggestion of Hong Qigong was accepted by everyone and he was elected as the leader of the martial arts alliance. When it came to the vice leader, those present were more inclined to support Guo Jing.
But Guo Jing was honest after all, and he guessed that this was Huang Rong's intention, so he repeatedly declined.
Suddenly, a huge sound appeared.
"Instead of everyone refusing to give up the position here, why don't we let the Golden Wheel Monk, the First Protector of the Nation of Great Mongolia, take up the position of leader of the martial arts alliance!"
Huo Du stood up and shouted, startling everyone around him.
Especially the one whose deskmate you've greeted.
"Hey, don't talk nonsense at a time like this!"
The Golden Wheel Monk and his entourage completely ignored him and instead got up and walked towards the Hero's Platform.
Everyone was discussing how to deal with the Mongol Dazi, and you, the Mongol national advisor, came out to interfere. No one would agree to such treasonous words.
But Huo Du is indeed cunning, sharp-tongued, and vicious.
With just a few words, he made Hong Qigong sound worthless, like a cowardly turtle. This angered not only Guo Jing but also Huang Rong.
"Since the Golden Wheel Monk wants to compete with Seventh Master for the position of Alliance Leader, but Seventh Master is not here, why don't the disciples of both sides have a friendly spar and fight on behalf of their master?"
Jinlun Fawang had no idea how powerful Guo Jing was, and he was also unaware that Huo Du was Guo Jing's defeated opponent. He immediately agreed, which made Huo Du a little anxious, but he quickly came up with a plan.
At a table on the edge of the Hero's Platform, Xuan Kong whispered to Dao Yuan.
"Grandmaster Uncle, so they were from the Vajra Temple!"
A rare hint of hatred flickered in his words.
Shaolin Temple did not remain idle during its many years of closure. While recovering its strength, it naturally searched for its "enemies." The status of Jingang Temple in Mongolia had risen in recent years, which naturally caught Shaolin's attention. Since many of the martial arts in the temple bore the mark of Shaolin, it was not difficult to deduce where Huogong Toutuo had fled.
According to the original story, at this point, the martial arts heroes would be led astray by Huo Du, completely manipulated by a few people, and would have no choice but to endure it because of various rules and regulations of the martial arts world.
The two reincarnation teams also intend to use this sparring match to test each other's strengths and weaknesses.
But clearly they all overlooked one aspect.
Amitabha Buddha
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The bowls and plates on the table shattered.
Xuan Tong's Shaolin Lion's Roar, a skill he primarily mastered, was as loud as thunder!
Everyone was startled, especially the people at the same table, whose ears were ringing.
The effect was absolutely outstanding; the entire room fell silent, and everyone, including the Golden Wheel Dharma King, looked at the three monks.
Xuan Tong's superb skills are by no means inferior to Huo Du's. Shaolin's internal strength is solid and profound, and his combination of Lion's Roar and sound transmission is even more outstanding.
"Esteemed benefactors! Shaolin has no objection to the matter of the martial arts alliance leader, but there is one matter that our temple needs to verify with three eminent Tantric monks. Could the matter of the alliance leader be postponed?"
This unexpected turn of events caught both reincarnation teams off guard, but Huang Rong was more than happy to oblige and immediately spoke up.
"The Heroes' Gathering is a place for free speech, so please be at ease, Master! I presume the Dharma King and his entourage are not afraid of any verification from the monks, otherwise, what kind of leader would they be!"
Huo Du snorted and looked at the three monks who had already walked over, indicating that they should ask whatever they wanted.
The three stepped forward, and Xuan Kong spoke.
He clasped his hands together and bowed to everyone present, but not to the Dharma King and his party.
"May I ask if you three are disciples of the Vajra Temple?"
The Golden Wheel Monk narrowed his eyes, while Huo Du had already answered.
"Young Wang is a Mongolian prince and, strictly speaking, cannot be considered a disciple of the Vajra Temple. My master, King Jinlunfa, and my senior brother, Darba, are indeed eminent monks of the Vajra Temple!"
Xuan Kong smiled and nodded at them, while Xuan Tong's expression changed, his chest and breath already preparing for action several breaths in advance.
With a roar, a sudden gust of wind arose.
"Roar~~~ You scoundrel~~~! He really is a traitor from KongÅ-ji Temple!!!"
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