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Chapter 33 The Storm Has Stopped! (Please vote and read on!)

Buddhist temples like lay Buddhist centers regularly hold chanting sessions and Dharma talks, inviting eminent monks to give lectures, which often attract a large number of lay Buddhists to participate.

Of course, they were all high-ranking military and political officials, businessmen, intellectuals, and so on.

The Great Guanyin Dharma Assembly!
It is the most important Dharma assembly of the year for the lay Buddhist Association, and it will be held even decades later. At that time, Master Taixu and Master Yinguang will be invited to give lectures.

Buddhist lay practitioners from all walks of life in Tianjin are in an uproar and will surely flock here.

And the person Chen Zhan was waiting for was among them.

Ichiro Itagaki was a long-time Buddhist layman, and with dignitaries from all walks of life attending, he would certainly not miss such a grand event.

Chen Zhan was just waiting for an opportunity.

Kill the hardest one first!
Chen Zhan lay on the carved canopy bed in the inner room, closed his eyes and pondered, planning his next move.

Five days after the grand Dharma assembly, Chen Zhan will hide in the Lay Buddhist Association for five days.

He lowered his aura to a minimum. The breathing technique "Sinking Serpent Breathing" was something Chen Zhan had accidentally obtained from an old Taoist priest.

I thought it was some kind of secret manual, but after practicing it, there was nothing mysterious about it.

Breathing techniques have existed in various schools of thought since ancient times, aiming to regulate the body and mind, reduce distracting thoughts, achieve a state of emptiness and clarity, and better enter a state of cultivation.

The same applies to "The Breath of the Sinking Serpent," which can quickly calm restless thoughts each time. Chen Zhan has tried it for many years and has developed an additional ability.

Hold your breath.

Once one enters the state of fetal breathing, even if one has a serious illness, one can hold one's breath for more than twenty minutes.

Now, free from illness and disaster, and with greatly improved martial arts skills, I can hold my breath for more than thirty minutes and still have energy left. When I hold my breath, my breathing and heartbeat almost stop. Unless a master is close by to check, it is difficult to detect.

Indeed, it was the deep, serpentine breathing of a fetus!

Before coming, Chen Zhan had packed some food in his pocket. By not fighting and conserving his energy, it wouldn't be difficult for him to survive for five days.

They remained almost completely silent in the room for three whole days.

During the three days he was completely missing, the entire city of Tianjin was in an uproar.

Chen Zhan had eaten at that meat pie shop several times, and now his photo was on a big-character poster, so everyone knew about him.

The owner and regular customers then realized that the young man who had eaten thirty meat pies and two bowls of mutton soup that day was the wanted criminal who had been reported for 1,500 silver dollars.

"Hey, I was sitting here back then, and Chen Zhan was sitting diagonally across from me."

"He ate the baked buns one after another, as if he didn't need to chew or swallow. The brothers watching were afraid he would choke to death."

A young man, beaming with excitement, described the situation at the time, gesturing as he showed Chen Zhan eating a baked bun.

The young man laughed at the man beside him, "Isn't that perfect? ​​You can just pick him up and take him to the Green Gang for the reward of 1,500 silver dollars. Isn't that wonderful?"

The young man slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Damn, you're really talented, bro! How come I didn't think of that? I should have treated him to a few more meals back then, hahaha."

"Ha, you never thought of anything!"

"How could a great martial arts master choke to death from a few fires? Besides, Master Chen hadn't committed any crimes yet. Where are you going to collect your reward, you coward!" a middle-aged man from Shaanxi who traveled around performing arts at the next table cursed.

He had a curved knife at his waist, and a small monkey in a cage beside him.

They ate the baked buns one after another, just like the young man described to Chen Zhan at that time.

Everyone understood that this person was capable and dared not provoke him.

The young man noticed that the swordsman before him respected Chen Zhan and asked, "Brother, what makes you say that?"

The swordsman pursed his lips, swallowed the burning sensation in his stomach, glanced at him, and said, "Five days ago, there was a huge uproar in the Japanese concession about the Jingwu School fighting against Japanese martial arts. You didn't know?"

The crowd at the charcoal stall immediately became interested and were drawn over.

These people, who usually have to worry about making a living, know about the fighting tournament, but they don't have time to go to the foreign concession to watch the fights.

Furthermore, after Jingwu School's victory, fearing retaliation for Chen Zhan's killing of a Japanese, they dared not publicize it widely. Under pressure from numerous Japanese-owned companies, the results of the duel were not published in the newspapers.

Therefore, most people who had never witnessed the event knew only minor details and were not very clear about the details.

The crowd clamored for the swordsman to recount the events of that day and what had happened.

The middle-aged swordsman was not one to mince words; he quickly recounted the events of that day, mentioning Jingwu School, Sanwu Martial Arts Academy, Huo Dongge, Sun Yulong, and even Gongcheng Changshun.

Those who made the move were all well-known figures in Tianjin, familiar to the long-time residents of Tianjin.

Chen Zhan was the last to become famous, and that fame came from the infamy of murdering his entire family.

Hearing that Sun Yulong had won so easily, everyone nodded in approval, feeling proud and gratified.

Hearing that Huo Dongge had escaped with his life despite the extreme danger, relying on his unparalleled finger strength, everyone held their breath and dared not speak.

In the end, his leg was broken by a foot and he fell off the stage.

The middle-aged swordsman has the potential to be a storyteller; his Shaanxi accent makes it seem as if you are actually there.

The current head of the Jingwu School has been defeated.

The crowd was incredulous and stunned for a moment before erupting into a huge commotion and shouting.

"Stop arguing, this isn't over yet!"

The swordsman spoke with great vigor, and everyone quieted down to listen to him continue.

"What's the rush? We still have Master Chen, right?"

His face showed longing as he recalled Chen Zhan's amazing boxing skills from that day.

He then recounted Chen Zhan's actions, without any artistic embellishment, simply narrating the events, yet everyone could still sense the danger and excitement involved.
Chen Zhan's ruthlessness!
No matter your thousand reasons or myriad threats, I will sever your soul with a single punch!
But that was only right when dealing with Japanese or foreigners; no matter how ruthless you were, it was acceptable.

Everyone was amazed. It was fortunate that Chen Zhan was there; otherwise, if the Japanese had won, they would have made a big fuss about it, and the old Tianjin people would have been ashamed.

Many people admired Chen Zhan, and although Chen Zhan was wanted, Zhang Laosan, whom he killed, was no good either; he bullied men and women and oppressed the villagers.

Some argue that Chen Zhan's actions involved the extermination of his entire family, leaving no one alive, and that his innocent family members could not be considered acts of justice.

No one knows the specifics of that night, and Chen Zhan couldn't possibly send a telegram to explain.

Amidst sighs and lamentations, the swordsman finished the last sip of mutton soup, stood up, picked up the little monkey, and sighed:

"Alas, we don't really know much about right and wrong, merits and demerits."

"It's just that Master Chen's martial arts are so powerful that his fists sweep across the land and he looks down on the world. I have seen many masters in my life, and there are some whose fist techniques are no weaker than Master Chen's, but I have never seen that kind of aura."

"Treat foreigners like pigs and dogs, kill them at will, and let people judge, let them judge!"

After saying this, he got up and left, leaving behind twenty copper coins.

at the same time.

Jingwu School and Sanwu Martial Arts Academy are also looking for Chen Zhan, because they know that Chen Zhan fought with the Green Gang in Yuhua Lane, and that he has not yet left the city.

Logically, they should have left that day; staying in Tianjin was too dangerous.

They mobilized their disciples and used their connections to eventually learn that Chen Zhan had disappeared after entering the British Concession.

The Green Gang mobilized a thousand people, along with people from all walks of life, including street performers, storytellers, opera singers, rickshaw pullers, laborers, and even actors and cooks, all joining the search for Chen Zhan's whereabouts.

In Japan, all the martial arts schools mobilized, searching and questioning everywhere.

I saw it once at the entrance of the Astor Hotel, and then it completely disappeared.

Thousands of people flocked to the British concession to search, but not only did they find nothing, they also displeased the British ministers, who feared that something irreparable might happen.

So, for a time, it seemed to be hidden beneath the tide, and the turmoil paused.

(End of this chapter)