Xuan Ci was taken aback and was speechless after being refuted by Kumārajīva.
Meanwhile, Master Xuandu, who had been driven away by Kumārajīva, was so angry that his face turned red.
"puff!"
The next moment, Master Xuandu couldn't hold back and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Shaolin monks, upon seeing this, were all filled with righteous indignation.
They stared at Kumārajīva with bloodshot eyes.
Kumārajīva paid no attention to this and appeared arrogant and haughty.
Where is that initial humility?
Zhao Min and the others were also shocked by Kumārajīva's strength.
"I never expected that this monk would actually have mastered all seventy-two Shaolin arts."
Zhou Botong couldn't help but sigh.
"Could it be true, as he said, that the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin actually originated from India?"
Zhao Min exclaimed in surprise and looked towards Wang Yang.
Wang Yang smiled calmly and slowly said:
"It's all show and no substance!"
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Zhao Min and the others were all taken aback.
Wang Yang had said something similar when he saw Kumārajīva perform the Seventy-Two Arts in front of the Shaolin monks.
"Brother Wang, really?"
"The finger-picking technique performed by Master Xuandu of Shaolin is the authentic Shaolin style."
"If Kumārajīva's flower-flicking finger technique was merely a formality, how could he have defeated Master Xuandu?"
Zhou Botong raised a question.
At the same time, Yang Xiao and the others all looked towards Wang Yang.
That curious look on his face clearly showed he wanted to know what was going on.
Unfortunately, Wang Yang did not answer, as if he was deliberately trying to keep people in suspense.
Just then, Kumārajīva stared directly at Abbot Xuanci and said:
"Abbot, what have you thought about my suggestion from earlier?"
"Hand over your seventy-two unique skills to this humble monk, and let me point out their shortcomings."
Upon hearing Kumārajīva's words, Xuanci's face darkened considerably.
He always felt there was something fishy about this, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
We appreciate the Imperial Advisor's kind intentions.
"We lost to the Imperial Advisor because we were not skilled enough, so there's no need to trouble the Imperial Advisor."
Upon hearing Xuanci's words, Kumārajīva frowned and said in a deep voice:
"Abbot Master!"
What do you mean by this?
"This humble monk is only doing this for your own good!"
"Isn't it a bit... stubborn to refuse someone's kindness like this?"
As soon as Kumārajīva spoke, the Shaolin monks present were immediately displeased.
"Kumārajīva! Who are you calling stubborn and unrepentant?"
"What an arrogant Tibetan monk!"
"I think you've inherited the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts!"
"..."
In an instant, the monks were filled with righteous indignation.
Seeing this, Kumārajīva remained unconcerned. After glancing at the monks, he spoke in a cold, indifferent tone:
"Esteemed masters, if anyone disagrees with this humble monk, please step forward!"
"Show me your best skills and let's have a contest."
"If I lose, I will immediately turn around and leave."
"But if I win again, then Shaolin will hand over the Seventy-Two Arts, how about that?"
Upon hearing Kumārajīva's words, the Shaolin monks were immediately stunned.
They had all noticed it before.
The 72 Shaolin skills that Kumārajīva knew were in no way inferior to theirs.
If they are defeated by them again, they will have nothing to say.
When the time comes, they'll have to obediently offer up all seventy-two unique skills.
Seeing that none of the monks dared to accept the challenge, Kumārajīva glanced around, sighed helplessly, and said:
"well!"
"This humble monk originally thought that Shaolin was a grandmaster-level existence in the martial arts world."
"It should have a solemn and magnificent atmosphere."
"But after listening to what the eminent monks said and seeing your behavior."
"But this has greatly disappointed me."
"Compared to that, it's not as straightforward as the Tianlong Temple of the Dali Kingdom, which is located in the remote southern border region!"
After Kumārajīva said this, Xuanci and the other Shaolin monks all had no rebuttal.
Just as Xuanci and the others were at a loss for what to do.
Wang Yang, who had been observing the situation, slowly stood up.
"Monks have long since lost any desire to compete or strive for victory."
"The Imperial Preceptor says that Shaolin Temple is inferior to Tianlong Temple. Doesn't that go against the Buddha's heart?"
Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva turned his gaze and looked directly at Wang Yang.
At the same time, Xuanci and the other Shaolin monks also fixed their gazes on Wang Yang.
Xuan Ci, in particular, looked extremely embarrassed.
Wang Yang had previously asked if he needed any help.
At that time, Xuanci was still very confident in Shaolin and felt that he could deal with the foreign monk Kumārajīva.
Who would have thought that after Kumārajīva arrived, he would display the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin in front of everyone.
Moreover, he defeated Master Xuandu, who was also highly skilled in the art of finger-picking, using the same technique.
It was the Kasaya Subduing Demon Technique that he himself had practiced.
Kumārajīva was also skilled in this, and in no way inferior to him.
Just a moment's thought filled Xuan Ci's heart with sighs and emotions.
"Um?"
At the same time, Kumārajīva was also staring intently at Wang Yang.
As he looked, he glanced at himself slightly and uttered a soft question:
Who are you?
"Today, this humble monk is exchanging Buddhist teachings with Shaolin."
"It's best for bystanders not to get involved."
Upon hearing what Kumārajīva said, Wang Yang chuckled and spoke in a cold voice:
"What a wonderful exchange of Buddhist teachings!"
"I must say, you, the Tibetan National Preceptor, are truly a hypocrite!"
"You went to Tianlong Temple in Dali, but you didn't get the Six Meridians Divine Sword you wanted, did you?"
"Now, they've even incorporated Shaolin's signature techniques."
Upon hearing what Wang Yang said, Kumārajīva was immediately terrified.
But in just a moment, he returned to normal, feigning a calm demeanor.
"Young man, don't spout nonsense!"
"I already know those seventy-two unique skills, so why would I covet them? Isn't that a contradiction?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yang glared disdainfully at Kumārajīva and sneered:
"Isn't the Imperial Advisor overestimating himself a bit too much?"
"You don't know any of the 72 Shaolin Arts."
As soon as Wang Yang spoke, everyone present was stunned, their faces filled with bewilderment and confusion.
After all, they had all witnessed Kumārajīva displaying various Shaolin skills.
But now, Wang Yang is saying that Kumārajīva doesn't know those special skills at all.
How could this not be surprising?
"Ha ha!"
Just as everyone was stunned, Kumārajīva suddenly burst into laughter.
As he laughed, he gave Wang Yang a cold look and said:
"Young man, you saw me use my special technique just now, didn't you?"
"Aren't you just lying through your teeth?"
After Kumārajīva said this, everyone looked at Wang Yang, wanting to hear his explanation.
Unfazed by the stares of everyone, Wang Yang smiled calmly and said:
"Kumārajīva!"
"You're about to die, and you're still being stubborn?"
"Others may not know this, but I, the leader of this alliance, am very clear about it."
"The Great Vajra Fist and Prajna Palm techniques that you used earlier are among the Shaolin secrets."
"The moves are correct, but the internal energy you used when executing those moves is the Lesser Formless Skill!"
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