If the previous time was just to interrupt, then Xuan Tong's Lion's Roar this time was a full-force, unreserved outburst, carrying an undisguised aggressiveness.
Authentic Shaolin martial arts have not appeared in the martial arts world for a long time. Even in the Central Plains martial arts world, few people have experienced the Lion's Roar, let alone Huo Du and Darba.
At such close range, and with the attack performed by Xuan Tong, a master of the Xuan generation, they were caught completely off guard and suffered a severe setback.
With his profound skill, the Golden Wheel Monk instantly sealed off his ear canals, while Huo Du and Darba were directly hit by the loud sound. Even as they tried to resist, their faces turned red.
"snort!"
With a muffled groan, his consciousness went completely blank for a moment.
The Golden Wheel Monk quickly pressed several acupoints on his two disciples and channeled some of his true energy into them, which restored their consciousness.
The surrounding martial arts practitioners were in an uproar. Not only on the Hero's Platform, but also at the dozens of tables nearby, it sounded like hundreds of bees were buzzing in their ears.
Yang Guo, Guo Fu, and the others were seated very close to the Hero's Platform. Among the people near the Hero's Platform, these juniors had the shallowest martial arts skills, and they all covered their ears, showing a hint of pain on their faces.
Fortunately, Yang Guo's internal energy was pure, and he immediately helped Guo Fu and the Xiuwen and Dunru brothers recover by channeling their true energy into them.
Huang Rong, Guo Jing, and some other prominent figures in the martial arts world stared in astonishment at the three Shaolin monks.
This sudden outburst was truly exaggerated, but anyone with discerning eyes could see that Shaolin Temple and Vajra Temple must have a deep-seated grudge.
Huang Rong secretly stuck out her tongue in her heart.
'Goodness, are all Shaolin monks this fierce? But we'll have to see how the Golden Wheel Monk and his group handle it, hehe!'
Guo Fu felt she had been wronged and, in a fit of temper, angrily shouted at those around her from the table below the stage.
"First it was the Golden Wheel Monk who caused trouble, then the Shaolin monks who were shouting wildly. None of these monks are good! They're all here to cause trouble. How could my father let them in? Xiuwen, were you slacking off when you were checking the invitations?"
Xiu Wendunru stammered and didn't say anything, but Yang Guo watched the stage with great interest while trying to help the two brothers out of their predicament.
"The Golden Wheel Monk is indeed here to cause trouble. The Mongol Tartars have ill intentions, but the Shaolin monks are definitely not. Just wait and see, there's going to be a good show! It is none other than Uncle Guo Tianyou."
Such discussions quietly arose at the hundreds of tables at the Heroes' Banquet, but everyone deliberately spoke in hushed tones, not wanting to miss the upcoming drama.
On the other side, Hordu and Darba finally recovered.
Darba, with his simple and stubborn nature, was naturally furious, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King also looked extremely displeased.
Huo Du was absolutely furious.
He's always the one plotting against others; he's never suffered such a huge loss before. Are the monks of Shaolin Temple even more cunning than those of Vajra Temple?
If it weren't for the fact that the martial arts masters from the surrounding Central Plains were quite wary of them, these three would have made their move immediately.
Even so, any loss suffered must be repaid tenfold!
Huo Du is Huo Du; his facial expressions are second to none in the world, only the dead Yang Kang can compare.
After regaining his color, he opened his paper fan and bowed to the surroundings.
"I thought they were all heroes of the world, but I never imagined there would be such despicable people among them!"
He then turned his head toward the three Shaolin monks.
“Three 'high monks' from Shaolin Temple (emphasis), are you Shaolin people now resorting to underhanded tactics? Can I interpret this as Shaolin Temple declaring war on Vajra Temple?”
"If you don't give me a proper explanation today, even if I make you all bleed on the Hero's Platform, it wouldn't be against the code of chivalry!"
Huo Du's tone was calm but full of malice.
Guo Jing became anxious upon hearing this. Shaolin Temple was located in occupied territory and was in a very dangerous situation. Huo Du was a Mongol prince, and it would be bad if he led his troops to attack Shaoshi Mountain. He was just about to step in to smooth things over when the people from Shaolin spoke up again.
It was still Xuan Kong; he and Xuan Tong were talking and shouting at each other.
“Amitabha! Shaolin upholds the orthodox tradition of Buddhism and has always acted uprightly and righteously. There is only one rule: we will never tolerate any violation of the temple rules. Any monk who violates the temple rules will be punished, and any traitor will be severely punished without mercy.”
"Since you are disciples of the Vajra Temple, Shaolin naturally has the right to eliminate traitors!"
These words were transmitted over a thousand miles, causing an uproar and commotion throughout the room.
How could people from Shaolin say that people from Jingang Temple are traitors to Shaolin?
Guo Jing was stunned, unsure how to interject, while Huang Rong smiled from behind Guo Jing.
Yang Guo watched from below, arms crossed.
"This is getting more and more interesting. It seems that it's impossible for the Golden Wheel Monk to become the leader of the martial arts world! It's a pity that Auntie can't see it!"
Guo Fu was puzzled.
"Why? Just because a Shaolin monk said that?"
Yang Guo smiled mysteriously.
"Heh, even if it's just something made up by a Shaolin monk, do people in the martial arts world believe Shaolin or the Vajra Temple? How can someone suspected of being a Shaolin traitor become the leader of the martial arts alliance?"
The Golden Wheel Monk was both amused and annoyed. He pushed away Huo Du, who was about to speak, and looked at the three Shaolin monks, especially the old monk who had been resting with his eyes closed, who was already holding the golden wheel on his back.
"What a ridiculous joke! My Vajra Temple inherits the Western Regions Tantric Buddhism, and has absolutely no connection with your Shaolin Chan Buddhism. How dare you three thieving monks slander my sect! If I don't take your lives today to wash away the shame of my sect, I am not worthy to be a successor of Vajra Temple!"
Upon hearing this, the three Shaolin monks were not much of a threat, but the surrounding martial arts practitioners became wary.
The North American team secretly complained, "No matter how powerful you, Golden Wheel Monk, can kill an elephant with too many ants." They clearly couldn't understand the concept of honor and disgrace for their sect, to the point that even the usually composed Golden Wheel Monk was about to lose his temper.
The atmosphere grew tense, and everyone felt their palms sweating. But under these circumstances, the three Shaolin monks remained completely calm, as if the previous roar had come from someone else. It was truly a case of the emperor not being worried while the eunuch was anxious.
In this situation, the old monk who had been keeping his eyes closed in meditation, the old man whom Guo Jing, Jinlun Fawang, and most of the martial arts masters had determined to be an ordinary person, stepped forward. Xuantong and Xuankong consciously made way for him.
The old monk with white hair and beard opened his eyes, put his hands together, and bowed to the Golden Wheel Dharma King.
Amitabha!
It was a soft, gentle sound, like a light rain, not loud but audible to everyone.
All the restless hearts seemed to calm down with the sound of the Buddha's name.
The Golden Wheel Monk's heart skipped a beat.
'I misjudged it!'
Guo Jing was also stunned for a moment, while Huang Rong was overjoyed.
The old monk lowered his hands and stood two steps away from the Golden Wheel Monk without any guard, his body completely open but he didn't care.
The voice rang out again, unhurried and gentle, as if an old man were telling a story to his children and grandchildren.
Do you all know why Shaolin Temple has been closed for decades?
This is something that everyone in the martial arts world is really curious about. The closure of Shaolin Temple meant missing out on a wonderful era in the martial arts world.
Forty years ago, there was a kitchen monk at Shaolin Temple who was known as the "Fire-Worker Monk".
"This person is a prodigy; he has been in Shaolin for twenty years and has secretly learned many Shaolin martial arts techniques..."
"After failing to learn the ultimate techniques from the abbot, he coveted the secret manuals on the third floor of the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository, which led to a sudden attack that resulted in the deaths and injuries of seven or eight eminent monks, including the abbot, the head of the Discipline Hall, and the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, as well as many martial monks... After obtaining the martial arts secrets from the Sutra Repository, he fled Shaolin and established the Vajra Temple in the Western Regions, where the martial arts were all influenced by Shaolin..."
"From this point on, Shaolin Temple was severely weakened and had no choice but to close its mountain to protect itself! This is a stain on Shaolin Temple and should not have been disclosed. Today, we will give an explanation to our fellow martial arts practitioners."
As the old monk slowly recounted the story, this hidden history of Shaolin gradually surfaced, leaving the martial arts practitioners present deeply moved.
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