Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

The same location, the same mountain gate and temple, but in a different era.

The Shaolin Temple gates were tightly closed, and the steps outside were covered with fallen leaves, clearly indicating that no one had come out to clean them for many days.

"Huh, that's strange. Why is Shaolin in such a desolate state?" Wei Yixiao said with a deep frown.

"They must have been scared and hid after learning of our leader's arrival. I'll go knock on the door!" Zhou Dian sneered, walked to the door, and pounded on it forcefully.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Shaolin monks, quickly open the gates to welcome our venerable master!"

Mingzun was a deity worshipped by the disciples of the Ming Cult, but after Yue Zhuoqun's Poison Dragon Sword broke through ten thousand troops, the followers regarded him as Mingzun.

After a long while, there was still no response from inside. Zhou Dian angrily shouted, "Shaolin bald monks, if you don't come out soon, do you believe I'll smash your temple gates?"

After he finished speaking, the gate finally creaked open a crack, and a young monk poked his head out and said, "Please return, everyone. Our abbot announced half a month ago that Shaolin Temple will be closed for ten years, during which time it will no longer concern itself with worldly affairs or receive pilgrims."

The temple has been closed for ten years?

How easy is that to think of something like that!

Yue Zhuoqun narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "This time, Shaolin Temple cannot escape the disaster by closing the temple. Open the gate!"

As he finished speaking, Zhou Dian slammed his palm heavily on the temple gate.

Boom!

The heavy, vermilion door was blasted open by the force of the palm strike, and the little monk behind it was thrown several meters away, falling to the ground in a disheveled state.

"Wow~"

A large group of monks rushed over, holding monks' clubs and blocking the door.

"This pure land of Buddhism is not to be trodden by those of the demonic path!"

Yue Zhuoqun looked impatient. He waved his arm in the air, and his powerful energy surged, sending the group of monks flying.

"Shaolin Temple is destined to be anything but peaceful today."

He snorted coldly, and led Wei Yixiao and the others into Shaolin Temple, his voice booming like thunder.

"Kong Wen, if you don't want Shaolin to disappear from the martial world, get out here right now!"

"Amitabha!"

Finally, Abbot Kongwen emerged from the main hall with a group of senior monks of the Yuan generation. He wore a kasaya, held prayer beads in his hand, and had a compassionate expression on his face: "Shaolin has already announced its closure, so why must Benefactor Yue continue to be so aggressive?"

"It's ridiculous. When you were besieging the Ming Cult, you Shaolin were more enthusiastic than anyone else, but when disaster came knocking, you shut your doors and hid away for peace and quiet. You've even read Buddhist scriptures to your face."

Since you were afraid, why didn't you hand over the ransom sooner?

"Shaolin does not engage in production, and its Buddhist disciples live in poverty throughout their lives. How could they possibly afford the 500,000 taels of silver that Benefactor Yue is demanding?"

"Buddha does not save those without merit. Every year, countless pilgrims come to make offerings. You tell me that Buddhist disciples live in poverty? I'm afraid the Buddha's golden robes alone would be worth more than 500,000 taels of silver!"

"Buddha is not to be profaned!" Kong Wen said with a grim expression.

"Today, I will not only blaspheme your Buddha, but also enslave you shameless monks. What can you do about it?"

“Then you have come to the wrong place, benefactor. Although Buddha is compassionate, he also has the means to subdue demons!”

Kong Wen knew that things would not end well today, so he put his hands together in a Vajra gesture and glared angrily, saying, "I beg my three senior uncles to subdue the demon."

"Amitabha!"

"Dang~"

Three chants of the Buddha's name rang out, the temple bells vibrated, and then three old monks with white hair, white eyebrows, and white beards appeared out of thin air and sat on the roof ridges of the Buddha hall on the left, right, and front sides, respectively.

"My two fellow disciples and I have been meditating in seclusion for over twenty years, yet we never knew who dared to bully Shaolin today, requiring us to take action?"

“My three senior uncles, the one who has come to provoke our temple is none other than Yue Zhuoqun, the leader of the Ming Cult,” Kong Wen replied.

The three old monks' eyes narrowed upon hearing this.

"We've been silent about the affairs of the martial world for over twenty years. The Ming Cult has actually changed its leader. May I ask where Yang Dingtian is?" The one who spoke was the one-eyed old monk, Du'e.

Du'e, Du'jie, and Du'nan were all defeated by Yang Dingtian. Du'e's eye was blinded by Yang Dingtian.

These three old monks were highly skilled in Buddhism and martial arts, but their personalities were extremely eccentric. Even after sitting in meditation for more than 20 years, they had not forgotten their hatred for Yang Dingtian.

"Hmph, our Master Yang passed away more than ten years ago. Otherwise, how could it be that your Shaolin Temple, along with several righteous sects, had the opportunity to besiege Bright Peak!" Wei Yixiao sneered in response.

"Yang Dingtian is dead? Hahaha, he truly deserved to die!"

San Du was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. After a long while, he finally fixed his cold gaze on Yue Zhuoqun.

"Since you are the new leader of the Demonic Sect, then the grudges between my two brothers and me can only fall on you."

"He has little Buddhist knowledge, yet he speaks with great arrogance!"

Anger surged in their five eyes. They might not care if Yue Zhuoqun said anything else, but they couldn't tolerate him saying that their Buddhist teachings were not profound.

How can someone who doesn't have a deep understanding of Buddhism sit in ascetic meditation for over twenty years?

As if intentionally demonstrating their Buddhist cultivation, the three recited in unison: "No self, no person, no sentient being, no life span."

This is a line from the Diamond Sutra, and it is also the ultimate secret of their combined martial art, the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle.

As the Buddhist scriptures were expelled, three long black ropes flew out from their sleeves.

The three long ropes moved slowly yet quickly, without making a sound, spinning and dancing in the air like ghosts and phantoms, yet also like a torrential downpour, enveloping Yue Zhuoqun's body.

The air below became incredibly heavy, like a chaotic, raging realm, making it difficult to move.

Yue Zhuoqun waved his hand, signaling Wei Yixiao and the others to step back, then spread his arms and slowly moved them in the air.

hum!

Spiral internal force erupted from between his arms, surging towards the black rope above his head.

As soon as the spiraling internal force came into contact with the three black ropes, the power of the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle was thrown into chaos. The three black ropes seemed to fall into a lump of mud, and the ghostly whip shadows stopped.

"Go back!"

Bang!

The black rope instantly snapped back, lashing out at the three monks' bodies.

Chapter 119 Enslavement

The three monks of Du'e sat in meditation for over twenty years. Although they did not move around, their martial arts skills never declined. In particular, the black rope often replaced their hands to retrieve objects from afar, to the point that it was as if they had an arm to use.

The three of them working together to trap and capture their enemies with black ropes is an exceptional skill.

However, to everyone's surprise, after Hei Suo's internal energy came into contact with Yue Zhuoqun's, it was as if he was sinking into a quagmire. The power of the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle he was carrying was also dissipated into nothingness, and he was pulled back at himself with an even more rapid attack.

The three monks were terrified and quickly loosened the black rope, pointing their fingers together in quick succession!

Ding Ding Ding!

A powerful finger strike blasted the black rope away, thus averting the crisis.

"Rebound of force, I didn't expect that at such a young age, your mastery of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth is even higher than that of Yang Dingtian back then."

The three monks had grim expressions, clearly mistaking Yue Zhuoqun's method for the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.

“New talents emerge in every generation, my two junior brothers, we can no longer hold back.”

Du'e let out a low shout, and a powerful energy fluctuation emanated from his body.

Du Jie and Du Nan nodded upon hearing this, their palms waving in front of them, unleashing powerful energy, and they shouted in unison, "Vajra Subdues Demons!"

Three people struck out with six palms simultaneously.

The six palm strikes did not directly hit Zhuo Qun.

Instead, they first converged in the air, forming ripples, and then condensed into a burst of energy that crashed down.

Yue Zhuoqun raised an eyebrow. As expected of the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle, the combined power of the three reached a terrifying level.

The attack came crashing down from the sky, its overwhelming force comparable to Mount Tai pressing down.

His eyes flashed with light, and a faint golden light emanated from his body as he unleashed a powerful punch into the air.

Bang!

The fist and the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle collided, causing the void to pause, and the air itself thickened under the pressure of the two forces.

Boom!

The energy exploded, and a fierce wind howled through the temple.

The three monks who had been saved from disaster also shook violently and were almost thrown off.

Fortunately, after more than twenty years of sitting in meditation, his internal strength had improved rapidly. He focused his energy in his dantian and pressed his palms firmly on his thighs, which helped him stabilize himself.

"Your internal strength is good, but your technique is too poor." Yue Zhuoqun did not move an inch.

He stood in the courtyard looking up at the three monks, yet he possessed an aura comparable to a mountain, looking down upon the world.

"Come again."

With a deep shout, the three of them soared into the air and flew above Yue Zhuoqun's head, once again pouring their inner force down from above and below him.

"A futile effort!"