Outside the Shaolin Temple, Yang Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the ancient temple that had stood for a thousand years.
In the main world, Yang Cheng never went to Shaolin Temple.
He felt that the temple was too commercialized and not very interesting; he would rather visit some remote Taoist temples and have a better experience.
The Shaolin Temple in the Great Zhou world can be described as exceptionally magnificent.
The golden roof and red walls completely enveloped the top of Shaoshi Mountain, and the murmured chanting of sutras from the temple echoed throughout the mountain peak.
Even from outside the wall, one can see the towering and magnificent Mahavira Hall.
"Grand Commander Yang Cheng of the Zhenwu Hall has arrived!"
Fang Wuwo stepped forward and spoke loudly.
The gates of Shaolin Temple were slowly opened, and Fakong led a group of Shaolin disciples out.
"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk greets the Grand Commander. May I ask what brings you here, Grand Commander?"
Fakong clasped his hands together and asked calmly.
Yang Cheng pointed at Fakong and said calmly, "Great monk, your question is a bit like pretending to be ignorant. Don't you know why I'm here?"
"Hand over all your Shaolin martial arts techniques, and I won't have to lift a finger."
Fakong said in a deep voice, "Three years ago, the Grand Commander promised Master Xuanji of Shaolin Temple that he would not cause trouble for Shaolin Temple."
Now, Grand Commander, you're going back on your word. What kind of logic is that?
Could the renowned Grand Commander of the Zhenwu Hall be such a treacherous scoundrel?
Yang Cheng laughed loudly: "Great monks, aren't you all too naive? Do you really think that such a big thing as rebellion can be glossed over with just a few words?"
Besides, I promised not to cause trouble for your Shaolin Temple.
However, this time I am here on His Majesty's orders to investigate the rebellion at your Shaolin Temple.
If His Majesty wants to harm you, what can I, Yang Cheng, do as a subject?
So now you, Shaolin Temple, have two paths to choose from.
Either hand over the martial arts manual, and I'll owe your Shaolin Temple a favor by saying a few words to His Majesty on your behalf, and that'll be the end of it.
"Or, you Shaolin Temple members can all go to the Imperial Prison and explain to His Majesty!"
As soon as Yang Cheng spoke, the faces of Fakong and the other Shaolin monks turned dark instantly.
Yang Cheng is completely distorting the truth!
Everyone knows that Yang Cheng is now the most powerful minister in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the Great Zhou Dynasty is still able to hold on because of Yang Cheng.
What does that little emperor in the capital know? Doesn't he just do whatever Yang Cheng says?
What emperor wants to deal with Shaolin Temple? It's clearly you, Yang Cheng, who wants to deal with Shaolin Temple!
Fakong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "It seems that you, Grand Commander, are determined to take action against my Shaolin Temple today and force it into a corner?"
Yang Cheng shook his head and said calmly, "Great monk, don't sound so aggrieved. Since your Shaolin Temple has entered the world and stepped into this martial arts world, then stop talking about the Buddha's mercy."
Whether you are truly compassionate or just pretending, you know the truth yourselves.
Back then, temples of all sizes were flourishing throughout the martial arts world. Why did only Shaolin Temple remain in the end, and why is Shaolin Temple getting stronger and stronger? You know the answer in your hearts.
Since you wanted to interfere in the succession of the Great Zhou Dynasty three years ago, you should have been prepared for this.
After all, such an event would lead to the promotion of the state religion and the enjoyment of eternal glory.
If you lose, your entire family will be wiped out, and you'll be thrown into the ground. Isn't that a normal thing?
So, will you hand over this technique today, or not?
Fakong took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid I cannot comply!"
Yang Cheng revealed a cold smile: "You don't know what's good for you!"
As Yang Cheng finished speaking, the Soul-Severing Spear appeared in his hand and headed straight for Fa Kong!
A major sect like Shaolin Temple would never choose to submit unless it was completely defeated.
These monks actually valued force more than anyone else, and they were used to using force to accomplish various things, just like when Shaolin Temple chose to help Zhang Xiren rebel.
Yang Cheng's actions today are the same; if he cannot produce a power that utterly terrifies these monks, they will not back down.
Fakong sighed deeply, clasped his hands together, and a brilliant and intense Buddhist light emanated from his body, transforming into the phantom image of an Arhat behind him.
His true energy was so powerful and solid that it could almost be ranked among the top two among the martial artists of the Great Zhou that Yang Cheng had ever seen.
In terms of internal energy alone, Fakong is stronger than Luo Fei, but not as strong as Dugu Cheng.
However, what Dugu Cheng displayed was no longer internal force, but rather something close to the source of power.
The Arhat image behind Fakong struck down with a palm, the powerful force like the sky collapsing, heading straight for Yang Cheng.
The dazzling and intense blood aura on the Soul-Severing Spear shot straight into the sky, and the spear body flew up and down repeatedly. After a few moves, Fakong's Arhat Dharma Image was torn apart by Yang Cheng with a single palm strike.
But almost instantly, eight arms suddenly appeared on the Arhat image behind Fakong. These eight arms shot out at the same time, and in an instant, the sky was filled with Buddhist light that covered Yang Cheng!
Fang Wuwo and the others who were watching from behind all turned pale.
The power generated by Yang Cheng's battle with Fakong was, in their eyes, even beyond the limits of martial artists, comparable to that of gods and Buddhas.
Especially now, the power fluctuations emanating from the surrounding area have already destroyed the open space in front of Shaolin Temple, and the entire land has been leveled by the power fluctuations.
Fang Wuwo thought to himself, "The Valley God of Xuanyuan did not die unjustly."
The Xuanyuan family of Tianfeng Island has been living overseas for a long time, and they have no idea what the martial arts world is like now, or how terrifying it is.
Xuanyuan Valley God thought that as long as he controlled the martial arts tournament and became the leader of the martial arts alliance, he could command the martial arts world and elevate himself to the same level as Taoism and Buddhism.
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