Shocked, Xuan Ci frowned slightly and uttered a soft question:
"Benefactor Wang, are you... are you sure you want to go to the summit now?"
Wang Yang smiled calmly and said:
"What? Is that not allowed?"
Xuan Ci was taken aback and was speechless when Wang Yang asked him a question.
At this moment, Kong Wen recovered from his shock and continued the conversation:
"Alright, since Benefactor Wang thinks there's no problem, let's head to the summit now. I'll lead the way!"
Having said that, Kong Wen didn't linger and took the lead on the path to the summit.
Seeing this, Wang Yang's expression remained largely unchanged, and he immediately followed Kong Wen.
Yang Xiao, Zhao Min, and the others followed suit without hesitation.
Upon seeing this scene, Xuan Ci's brows furrowed even more deeply.
"Can the Three-Crossing Monk truly defeat Benefactor Wang?"
He whispered something, then composed himself and stopped thinking about it. Only then did he lead the group of Shaolin people to follow.
Next, Wang Yang and the others, led by Kong Wen, headed towards the summit of the back mountain.
In less than half an hour, the group had arrived at the summit of the back mountain.
Upon closer inspection, all that could be seen was a barren, flat expanse of land, devoid of any houses, except for three tall pine trees arranged in a triangular pattern.
The pine tree's branches reach towards the sky, twisting and turning like a dragon.
"Um?"
Upon seeing this, Zhao Min frowned slightly and uttered a soft question:
"Weren't there the Three Monks of Shaolin? Where are they? There are only three pine trees!"
Hearing Zhao Min's words, Yang Xiao and the others also felt strange.
I had previously heard Kong Wen say that the Three Eminent Monks of Shaolin lived on the summit of the back mountain of Shaolin.
But even after reaching the summit, they saw only three pine trees; there were no houses or people in sight.
Seeing this, Kong Wen smiled calmly, and was about to say something when Wang Yang spoke first:
"They're inside the tree trunk!"
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Yang Xiao and the others were all taken aback, and then quickly looked at the three pine trees again.
Upon closer inspection, everyone was immediately shocked.
Sure enough, there was a hole in the trunk of each of the three pine trees, just big enough for one person to fit inside.
In the hollow of each tree sat an old monk, holding a long black rope in his hand.
The long rope was completely black and dull, giving it a cold and aloof appearance.
In addition, everyone sensed an extremely terrifying aura emanating from these three old monks.
This aura was subtle and profound, like a bottomless abyss.
They hadn't noticed it at all before.
It was obvious that the aura released by the Three Crossing Monks was a deliberate act after they sensed their arrival.
Upon closer inspection, Yang Xiao and the others were all filled with trepidation, and their expressions became solemn.
On the contrary, Wang Yang appeared calm and composed.
While others might not know, Wang Yang was perfectly aware of this.
Although the Three Monks of the Three Crossings were powerful, they were not invincible.
"The old monk in the middle pine tree had a yellow face and one eye. He was the eldest of the three Shaolin monks, the monk who saved the day."
"Among the pine trees on both sides, the one with the black face is Du Nan, and the one with the white face is Du Jie!"
Wang Yang muttered to himself, immediately distinguishing who among the three was who.
Just then, Kongwen stepped forward, bowed deeply to the three eminent monks, and began chanting Buddhist prayers:
"Amitabha!"
“Three senior uncles, the leader of the martial arts alliance, Wang Yang, has come to pay his respects.”
“Previously at the foot of the mountain, one of my senior Shaolin monks was defeated by him.”
As he spoke, Kong Wen glanced at Wang Yang.
At the same time, after hearing Kong Wen's words, all three monks looked at Wang Yang in unison.
As he looked around, the monk Du'e slightly narrowed his eyes and said calmly:
"Benefactor Wang, was it you who used your divine skills to defeat my Shaolin monks down the mountain?"
Upon hearing Du'e's question, Wang Yang smiled calmly and replied:
"I was lucky enough to win by a move or two!"
What surprised Wang Yang was...
Upon hearing this, Du'e let out a cold snort and said in a chilling tone:
"A victory is a victory; why bother with these humble platitudes?"
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yang frowned immediately.
They also knew in their hearts that this crossing of calamity was the foremost of the three crossings.
He possesses superb martial arts skills, but is also eccentric and inflexible.
In the original novel, the old grudge from decades ago, in which Zhang Wuji lost one eye in a battle with Yang Dingtian, the leader of the Ming Cult, was attributed to the new leader, Zhang Wuji.
They claim it's Buddhist teachings, but they're just being hypocritical, petty and narrow-minded in front of others and behind their backs.
Just as Wang Yang was lost in thought.
The mischievous Zhou Botong couldn't stand it any longer and leaped forward, saying:
"You old monk, are you really a monk? Why do you have such a fierce aura?"
"Brother Wang is so humble, how come in your mouth it's his fault?"
"I'm so angry!"
As he said this, Zhou Botong's face turned red with anger, his hands on his hips, looking as if he was still furious.
What Zhou Botong did not expect was...
Du'e completely ignored what he said.
She didn't even glance at him.
In addition, the same applies to Du Nan and Du Jie.
"Crunch!"
Seeing that he was being completely ignored by the Three Crossings Monk, Zhou Botong's anger intensified.
Driven by anger, he quickly looked at Wang Yang:
"Brother Wang, these three old guys are really stubborn and inflexible."
"How about this, let me take some men and spar with those three first?"
Hearing what Zhou Botong said, Wang Yang felt a pang of bitterness and helplessness, and reminded him:
"You old rascal, these three monks are quite skilled in martial arts!"
Are you sure you want to fight them?
Zhou Botong nodded without hesitation and replied:
"I'm sure!"
"If I can't beat that sweeping monk down the mountain, can't I beat them?"
"Besides, it's not like I was the only one who took action."
"They have three people, and we'll send three of our own. That's fair, isn't it?"
As he spoke, Zhou Botong's gaze shifted, looking directly at Xuanci and the other Shaolin monks, and he continued:
"Abbot Xuanci, you have no objections, right?"
Upon hearing this, Xuan Ci smiled calmly and replied:
"Do as you please!"
Kong Wen and the others nodded slightly, offering no objections.
Seeing that the Shaolin monks had no objections, Zhou Botong turned his gaze to Yang Xiao and the others, and asked:
"Gentlemen, who among you is willing to fight alongside me against these three ascents?"
Upon hearing Zhou Botong's words, Yang Xiao and the others were slightly taken aback.
Immediately following, the White-browed Eagle King was the first to step forward and said in a hearty manner:
"Old rascal, count me in!"
Seeing this, Yang Xiao also spoke up:
"Count me in!"
Seeing the White-browed Eagle King and Yang Xiao step forward, Zhou Botong smiled with satisfaction.
Although these two were not as skilled as him, they were not far off.
In his view, the three of them working together might not be a match for the Three Crossing Monks.
After finalizing the selection, Zhou Botong's gaze sharpened as he stared directly at the monk Du'e, then he shouted sternly:
"I'll leave this yellow-faced, one-eyed old monk to you, Old Urchin!"
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