But aside from the sighs of the martial arts practitioners around them, three people grew increasingly angry.
Those were the three, including the Golden Wheel Monk.
The more the old monk spoke, the more the three men, especially the Golden Wheel Monk, gritted their teeth in hatred. They forced themselves to listen until they could no longer hold back.
"Nonsense! You old monk, you're spouting nonsense and turning black into white! You're actually slandering the eminent monk who founded the temple. My master isn't some Fire-Worker Monk at all; he's the Tibetan high monk, King Guanghui, who enjoys a great reputation in Mongolia and Tibet!"
"The old man has long since passed away, yet you are here slandering him. Killing you would be an injustice to repay your teacher's kindness!"
The Golden Wheel Dharma King was truly enraged; his beard stood on end and his face turned red.
He ignored all the cause and effect, and paid no attention to his surroundings. If he didn't teach these three thieving monks a lesson, they would really think that he, the Mongolian Protector of the Nation, was easy to bully!
"You say that all the martial arts in my temple originated from Shaolin? Then let me show you the ultimate techniques of our sect!"
"Whoosh~"
Without a word, he immediately took action. The golden wheel flew out and shot straight at the center of the three monks. Then, his palms flew out in unison, unleashing tremendous force that roared as he attacked the three of them.
"Bang!"
The wooden floor of the Hero's Platform could not withstand the force of the Dharma King's footsteps and was punctured into two cracks.
With such speed and agility, those around him seemed to be in slow motion.
As the Golden Wheel Monk's palm strike approached, the surrounding air currents faintly revealed a phantom image of a dragon and an elephant.
"Sizzle~~~ Whoosh~~~"
The howling air sounded even more like the roar of dragons and elephants.
The two groups of monks were only a few steps apart, and even if Guo Jing wanted to stop them, it would be too late. Countless people were worried for the three Shaolin monks at this moment.
"Ding~" "Snap." "Snap."
The golden wheel was first flicked into the air by a finger, and then the golden wheel Dharma King's two palms, which were as powerful as thunder and lightning, were also casually slapped away by the old monk with one hand.
While deflecting the immense force of the two palms, Xuan Tong and Xuan Kong, along with the experts on their left, right, and rear sides, still felt a gust of wind sweep across their faces, causing their clothes to flutter loudly.
'Wow, amazing! The Golden Wheel Monk's martial arts are truly astonishing!'
"Wow, that's amazing! This old Shaolin monk is incredibly powerful!"
These two heartfelt words, though slightly different in form but essentially the same, arose simultaneously in the hearts of everyone present, including the North American and Central Continent teams of the Reincarnators.
The former was already secretly anxious, while the latter was overjoyed.
Now everyone could see that the Golden Wheel Monk was no match for the Shaolin monks, and the martial arts heroes all lowered their guard and once again adopted a spectator's attitude.
"Want to be the leader of the martial arts world? Fine, then go ahead and try!"
Xuan Kong and Xuan Tong were actually quite startled, but fortunately their grandmaster was strong enough to keep them from glaring at the three of them with hatred and a hint of arrogance.
Daoyuan's gaze remained calm as he quietly observed the bewildered Golden Wheel Dharma King and the horrified Hordudarba.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill?"
Upon hearing this, the Golden Wheel Monk felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and for some reason, he felt a little flustered.
His master's last words before his passing seemed to echo in his ears once again.
Daoyuan ignored other people's reactions and continued talking to himself.
"Golden Wheel Dharma King, do you want to know what secret the Fire-Worker Monk, also known as your master, King Guanghui, saw on the third floor of the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion?"
The Golden Wheel Monk instinctively wanted to refute something, but perhaps out of concern or curiosity, he opened his mouth but then stopped himself.
Daoyuan clasped his hands together, his white beard and hair fluttering in the wind, and the elegant Buddhist chanting rang out once more.
"Amitabha! The secret of the third floor of the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository lies with this old monk, Daoyuan!"
After saying this, no matter how anxiously the people around him were trying to find out, Daoyuan refused to continue, because he knew he had a good wingman.
Sure enough, Xuan Kong couldn't help but speak up. Before speaking, he looked at Dao Yuan and was relieved to find that his grandmaster had no intention of stopping him.
"Grandmaster Uncle is a divine monk of Shaolin after Bodhidharma. The one that Fireworker Monk saw in the Sutra Repository was Grandmaster Uncle, who had been in seclusion for twenty-six years in the closed third floor of the Sutra Repository!"
Everyone was stunned by what they heard.
Are you kidding me? Twenty-six years in seclusion? Wouldn't that guy be bored to death?
Clearly, many people subconsciously believe that this seclusion is the kind of enlightenment where someone regularly brings water and food.
But people as intelligent as Yang Guo and Huang Rong frowned.
Yang Guo subconsciously spoke to Lu Wushuang, Guo Fu, and the others beside him.
"Could this Shaolin monk really be a monk spouting lies?"
He noticed that the Fire-Worker Monk had spent twenty years tending the fire in the Shaolin kitchen, and that he had endured years of fruitless investigation. If there really was a high-ranking monk on the third floor who needed water and food, how could he not know?
Xuan Kong continued.
"The Fire-Worker Monk personally witnessed the self-enlightened scriptures of his Grandmaster Daoyuan, who attained enlightenment through meditation, in the Sutra Repository. He then forcibly copied the incomplete 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill' from it!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
The Golden Wheel Monk roared again, but although his voice was loud, it had inexplicably lost some of its imposing aura.
"The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill of my Vajra Temple is recorded in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra created by my master. Every word is precious and contains the wonderful Dharma of Buddhism. Only my Vajra Temple has a copy of this sutra. You just spout nonsense. Do you really think that 'all martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin'?"
Seeing that it was about time, Daoyuan gestured for Xuankong to step back and then spoke again.
“Golden Wheel Dharma King, I ask you, what level have you reached in your Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill? How many levels are there in your so-called Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill? What scriptures should you supplement your practice with?”
At this point, the Golden Wheel Monk had already been drawn into Daoyuan's rhythm.
"The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill of this temple has thirteen levels. This old monk has now reached the tenth level, and when the skill is activated, one possesses the power of ten dragons and ten elephants! As for the supplementary scriptures, they are naturally the Heart Sutra of Tantric Buddhism, which depends entirely on one's own cultivation and understanding!"
As soon as the Golden Wheel Monk finished speaking, he saw the unfathomable old monk opposite him smile.
"Hehehe..."
Daoyuan really wanted to laugh. He suddenly remembered some plots from "The Return of the Condor Heroes" and how profound and difficult the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was to master.
'I never imagined that the Tantric Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was a fragment that leaked from me. No wonder it's so weak! What a waste of the Observer's work!'
"Old monk, what are you laughing at!"
Huo Du rarely gets a chance to show his presence. He's been holding back his anger for so long, and he's already lost his composure. That's why he spoke the loudest.
Huang Rong, with a smile on her face, stepped out from beside Guo Jing, having discerned the meaning in Master Daoyuan's laughter.
"The master naturally laughs at your ignorance, you barbarians. Isn't that what a master is all about?"
Looking at Huang Rong's radiant smile, Dao Yuan inwardly cried out, "I can't take it anymore!"
"What Benefactor Huang said is correct!"
A faint yellow aura emanated from Master Daoyuan at some point, causing the Golden Wheel Monk and others to instinctively take a few steps back, while the two monks, Xuan Kong and Xuan Tong, calmly moved at least ten steps away.
The airflow gradually thickened, tinting the area around Daoyuan with a faint golden hue, and weaving together a phantom image of a dragon and elephant in the air.
Daoyuan was in the center, his mouth didn't move, but his voice was playing slowly and deliberately.
"The power of ten dragons and ten elephants? That's truly laughable. Are the dragons the Dharma King speaks of chameleons? Are the elephants just baby elephants?"
The voice then turned serious, and it seemed as if scriptures were being chanted in the air around them.
"The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was developed by this old monk through his understanding of Buddhist scriptures. He spent 66 years in seclusion on the third floor of the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository to perfect it. It has a total of eighteen levels and can grant one the divine power of nine dragons and nine elephants. It requires the supplementary practice of the Avatamsaka Sutra and the Diamond Sutra."
"What the rebellious fire-working monk gleaned from his peek was nothing more than my understanding from the previous twenty-six years. The process must have been chaotic and obscure, making it a piece of work. No wonder the Dharma King's Skill lacks any Buddhist harmony and is so weak!"
The old monk slowly clasped his hands together, but the phantom images of the dragon and elephant in the air became increasingly clear.
"Your Majesty, please witness my demonstration of the power of this dragon and elephant!"
"Ugh~~~~~" "Lumble~~~~~"
As the old monk waved his hands, the phantom images of dragons and elephants in the sky suddenly roared in unison, as if the essence of the dragons and elephants had been transformed into the old monk's hands.
His arms swung out like golden glass, one palm pointing to the sky and the other to the ground.
A palm strike to the sky stirred up a whirlwind, causing everyone's hair and robes to flutter, and dishes and soups to splatter from the surrounding tables, many of which were carried into the air by the gusts of wind, creating a scene of swirling clouds.
He struck the ground with a palm strike, facing the Hero's Platform.
"Bang!" "Boom!"
The first sound was the hero's platform being pierced, revealing a hole the size of a palm, and the second sound was the force of a palm striking the ground.
The seats around them shook violently, and the entire Hero's Platform swayed and rattled!
The entire room was deathly silent!
...
"Oh my god... this martial art I created is this powerful?"
A certain unscrupulous "developer" is now in a state of chaos.
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