At the south gate of the capital, a group of monks entered the city, some of the younger monks still curiously looking around at the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"Master Faming, you once traveled the martial world and visited the capital of the Great Zhou, didn't you?"
A middle-aged man, leading a horse and dressed in a tight-fitting samurai outfit, asked with a smile.
These monks did not come on their own; they came with the middle-aged man's security escort agency.
This middle-aged man is Yan Zhengwei, a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple and the chief镖头 (bodyguard/escort) of Zhengwei镖局 (escort agency).
Shaolin Temple has many lay disciples who are only taught martial arts and not Buddhist scriptures. They can graduate in a few years and travel the world.
Many of these people have built up numerous businesses in the martial arts world, including martial arts schools, security escort agencies, and some have even become prominent families.
These people were originally from Shaolin Temple, and although they were lay disciples, they still had some connection to the temple.
Therefore, they and Shaolin Temple have woven a large network together, benefiting each other, which is why Shaolin Temple has been able to thrive in the Central Plains martial arts world for so many years.
This time, the Shaolin Temple disciples came down the mountain to the capital, and because of the long journey, they were personally escorted by Yan Zhengwei's security escort agency.
Among the group of monks, a monk in his fifties with a square face and no beard looked at the scenery of the capital and sighed, "It's been more than twenty years since I last came to the capital. Things have changed so much."
"Chief Escort Yan, please take us directly to Grand Secretary Zhang's residence. The other junior disciples rarely come down the mountain and have never seen the sights of the capital. I'd appreciate it if you could show them around, so they won't be too impulsive and cause any more trouble."
Just as Yan Zhengwei was about to reply, he saw the crowd part on the long street, and with a rapid sound of horses' hooves, a group of people galloped straight up to the Shaolin Temple group.
These people were all dressed in black and wore black straw hats, giving off a chilling feeling even under the scorching sun.
Yan Zhengwei's expression changed, and he whispered, "Chief Faming, be careful. These are all people from the Zhenwu Hall. Because they are all dressed in black, they are also called the Black-Clad Guards."
These guys are no pushovers; it's best to avoid provoking them in the capital.
"Since you've come to the capital, why haven't you registered with the Zhenwu Hall? Do you even know the rules of the capital?"
Yang Cheng took the lead, looking at the monks with a half-smile.
Shaolin Temple is the number one sect in Buddhism. Even in the entire Central Plains martial arts world, only the Xuanzhen Taoist sect can rival it.
Yang Cheng's arrogant attitude immediately angered the Shaolin monks.
Before Faming could speak, a monk in his thirties sneered, "We Shaolin disciples came to the capital to celebrate His Majesty's birthday, not to turn ourselves in. Why should we report?"
We've been to the capital before, haven't we? When have we ever encountered such a rule? It's utterly ridiculous!
Yan Zhengwei's expression immediately changed, and he quickly stopped the monk who was speaking, saying with a forced smile, "Grand Commander, please calm down. The eminent monks of Shaolin Temple have not come down the mountain for a long time, so they really don't know the current situation in the capital."
"Don't worry, once they're settled, I'll immediately take them to the Zhenwu Hall to register all the necessary information."
Others might not know how terrifying Yang Cheng was, but how could Yan Zhengwei, who had been hanging around the capital all along, not know?
In terms of martial prowess, the sorcerers under the command of Ma Xian and Sheng Gong Zhang Liang outside the pass, as well as the master of the Vajra Minglun Temple, were all defeated by Yang Cheng. The notorious Three Evils of Eastern Sichuan were easily killed by Yang Cheng, like dead dogs.
In terms of power, although the Zhenwu Hall was established on the basis of the Yushou Division, its authority has completely surpassed that of the Yushou Division. It can intimidate the imperial court and suppress the martial arts world. The emperor and empress dowager both highly value this Grand Commander Yang.
Now, in the imperial court, the Eighth Prince has died inexplicably, the Empress Dowager is in a vegetative state, Grand Tutor Cai has lost his backing and has taken the initiative to submit to Yang Cheng, and Zhang Xiren is also lying low and remaining silent.
It can be said that this Grand Commander of the Zhenwu Hall wielded immense power and influence, and no one dared to offend him.
Shaolin Temple can return to the mountain to continue its cultivation after a conflict with Yang Cheng, but Yan Zhengwei still needs to make a living in the capital. How could he dare to offend Yang Cheng?
But when have the monks of Shaolin Temple ever suffered such injustice?
The monk pushed Yan Zhengwei aside and said coldly, "We are monks, not prisoners. Why should we voluntarily register our backgrounds?"
"I think this isn't the rule of the capital, but rather the rule of your so-called Zhenwu Hall!"
Yang Cheng narrowed his eyes: "This really is the rule of my Zhenwu Hall."
Anyone who refuses to comply and defies orders, regardless of whether they are from Shaolin or the Old Lin, will be treated as a traitor!
As Yang Cheng finished speaking, the Imperial Guard's saber appeared in his hand without anyone noticing. With a single slash, the blade's light stretched for several feet, heading straight for the martial monk!
Sensing the almost tangible blade energy and the chilling, menacing blade intent, Fa Ming's expression suddenly changed.
Golden Buddhist light suddenly emanated from his body, and his hands formed a fist seal, with the phantom of an Arhat faintly appearing in the aura.
Arhat Subduing Demon Seal!
As the fist imprint collided with the blade's energy, a loud crash came from beneath Fa Ming's feet, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered from the force of the impact!
"Such powerful internal energy!"
Faming's expression changed.
The internal strength of this Grand Commander of Zhenwu Hall was so formidable that it was impossible for someone his age to possess it; it was even more profound than his own.
Yang Chengmeng leaped off his horse, unleashing his blood oath, and slammed his fist down in mid-air, the force of which produced a loud bang.
Faming clasped his hands together, his body radiating Buddhist light, and his fist techniques were powerful, varied, and majestic.
Shaolin Arhat Fist!
This Arhat Fist is originally the basic fist technique of the Arhat Hall, reserved for some young monks to learn the basics.
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