Zongwu: Rebellion against Shaolin Temple and joining the Hehuan Sect

Following the source of the sound, I saw a monk with white hair and beard walking out slowly, muttering something, his lips moving up and down, as if he was uttering the truth, as if Bodhidharma himself was present.

“Could it be Shaolin’s unique martial arts, the soul-claiming Sanskrit sound?” Xu Kun was fortunate enough to have heard of the various magical skills of the Shaolin Temple. Although he had never practiced them, he still knew the names.

This soul-calling Sanskrit sound is not originally a unique Shaolin skill, but was formed after Baimei went down the mountain to exterminate demons and witnessed various evil and vicious martial arts, and combined them with the profound Shaolin Buddhism.

Once it is performed, it is like the bright sun and the heavy thunder, which directly strikes people's hearts and minds. Disciples who are not well versed in Buddhism will have a deep Buddhist root after listening to it for a long time. It is really a good means of preaching. If it is performed in conjunction with internal force, this sonic martial arts can also cause people to bleed from all seven orifices and die.

Xu Kun couldn't resist any longer, and looked uncomfortable, with a dizzy head. He immediately circulated his internal energy, and his condition improved a lot.

The host stopped using his magical powers, and Xu Kun let out a long sigh, still not able to come back to his senses for a while.

However, his aura had been locked by the abbot, so he definitely couldn't just escape. He could only wait and see the situation first.

“Kongxiang, please explain to me why the Shaolin Temple has become like this, even the Thirty-Six Arhats have been deployed.” Abbot Baimei looked at Kongxiang and said lightly.

Kong Xiang didn't care about his injuries. He coughed and pointed his finger at Xu Kun: "This matter was all caused by Zhi Yin."

As he was talking, he immediately told Zhi Yin that he had broken the precepts and was unwilling to be punished, so he injured his fellow disciples, forced his way into the Eighteen Bronze Men, and performed martial arts similar to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Kong Xiang suspected that the injury of the Beggar Gang leader Shi Huolong was related to him.

Since he was a Shaolin disciple, Kong Xiang naturally had to express his stance. He just wanted Zhi Yin to stay and wait for Brother Kong Jian to come back and make an assessment. If it really wasn't the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Zhi Yin could leave. However, Zhi Yin became furious and actually started a fight, destroying the sect.

Originally a high-level monk, he was just like an ordinary person in distorting the facts. While explaining the facts, he exaggerated and said things that were favorable to him.

Originally, Kong Xiang was telling the truth, but after he mixed it with his personal understanding, the whole incident was entirely Zhi Yin’s fault.

Xu Kun listened coldly to Kong Xiang twisting the facts and exaggerating them. People are inward-looking and never outward-looking. Once something happens, they tend to find something that benefits them. This is human nature. However, a monk of this age is still not immune to this. It seems that he has read the sutra in vain.

After listening to Kong Xiang's description, Abbot Baimei had a blank expression on his face, showing no signs of joy, anger, sorrow or happiness.

Then he stared at Xu Kun and asked, "Is there anything untrue in what Kong Xiang said before?"

Xu Kun was also speechless. Why bother asking such hypocritical questions? He didn't answer and just shook his head in disdain.

“I believe part of what Kong Xiang said, but there must be some exaggeration in it. Even so, you are not unrelated to breaking the vow of chastity, injuring fellow disciples, and even the injury of the leader of the Beggars’ Sect.” Abbot Baimei said with narrowed eyes.

"Hmph, after saying so much, what does the abbot want?" Xu Kun's little remaining patience was almost exhausted by the two monks who were playing a double game.

"Today's incident was caused by breaking the precepts. Since you have passed the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation, you can certainly leave the mountain."

Before Xu Kun could reply, the old monk with white eyebrows changed the subject and said, "But stealing other sects' martial arts and even injuring the leader of the Beggars' Sect may not be your doing, but you are the most likely suspect."

Xu Kun also didn't want to make things worse. After all, he was adopted by a monk who swept the floor at Shaolin Temple and had lived there for many years. The conflicts he had with disciples and even elders were all internal conflicts. If he really became hostile to Shaolin, it would not be what he wanted.

So Xu Kun tried to make a final explanation:

"It's true that what I performed was not the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Xu Kun paused, knowing that this answer would not convince everyone, and continued to add:

"I know you are anxious, but don't worry, I am using another advanced martial art called Dragon Elephant Prajna Paramita Kung Fu."

"That person, Chen Youliang, has seen the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but he doesn't dare to say that I used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. It's impossible for him to imprison me in Shaolin based on a little guess."

The abbot had not practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, so he could only wait for Kong Jian to come back to tell the truth. However, seeing Xu Kun's attitude, the Beggars' Sect disciples were unsure. If they believed Xu Kun 50% before, the abbot could not help but believe Xu Kun 70% now.

However, as the abbot, he would not easily change his words. Just as he was looking for an excuse to keep Xu Kun, he turned his gaze to Kong Xiang.

Kong Xiang had lived in Shaolin for a long time, so he naturally knew how to deal with it. He understood that the abbot wanted to keep things quiet. After all, there was no need to go to so much trouble for a small disciple.

But Kong Xiang was not a magnanimous person and he wished Xu Kun would die.

The abbot wanted to make a big deal out of a small matter, but was discouraged by what he heard next.

"Abbot, do you still remember the matter of the fire monk?" Kong Xiang resented the palm strike from Xu Kun earlier and wished that Xu Kun would die.

This statement immediately caused an uproar in the Shaolin Temple. Some old monks naturally remembered it very clearly, but the young disciples were a little confused.

So Kong Xiang continued to explain: "The Fireworks Monk was originally an ordinary servant who worked in the kitchen of Shaolin Temple. He secretly learned martial arts. After 20 years, he finally achieved great success. During the annual Shaolin Temple Dharma Hall Grand Master Ceremony, he killed the Shaolin Dharma Hall's head monk Kuzhi and others and fled down the mountain. He founded the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions and became the headmaster. As a result, Shaolin was severely damaged and did not recover for decades."

"This is too much, a traitor."

"Today's knowledge of cause is like yesterday's firework monk."

"Abbot, you must not let this evil leave the mountain."

"Yes, nip the evil in the bud."

Hearing what everyone said, Xu Kun sneered. He knew the truth clearly. In Kong Xiang's words, most of the blame was put on Huogong Tou Tuo, but he did not tell the real reason. Huogong Tou Tuo learned martial arts secretly because he could not bear the beating from the monk in charge of the incense kitchen.

But it's no use saying anything now. Since the Fire Monk has withdrawn, the matter cannot be resolved amicably no matter what.

Abbot Baimei originally wanted to give him a lighter sentence, but upon hearing this, his attitude changed drastically: "Zhiyin, stay in Shaolin for the time being. When Junior-nephew Kongjian comes back, Shaolin Temple will naturally give you justice."

He even used his internal strength while speaking, not giving Xu Kun any chance to refute.

"What if I say no?" Xu Kun could no longer bear it. Screw the favor. His favor was to the sweeping monk who adopted him and to Shaolin.

This little Yuan Zhen, Kong Xiang, and Bai Mei abbot cannot represent Shaolin, which means they have no affection for it. In this case, then we should fight our way out of the mountain gate, laugh loudly at the sky, and go out. How can we be monks?

As he spoke, Xu Kun had already mobilized all of his internal energy and directly pushed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra to its peak.

Seeing that Xu Kun was stubborn and unyielding, the abbot was determined not to let the tragedy of Huogong Tou Tuo happen again: "Then let's see how much you are capable of. Shaolin Temple is not a place for you to mess around."

As soon as he finished speaking, his powerful internal force was added to his unique skill "Life-Calling Sanskrit Sound", and then the internal force sound waves attacked Xu Kun.

Xu Kun was about to respond, but at this critical moment, words came from afar and easily broke the life-threatening Sanskrit sound.

"The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Sutra is a secret martial arts manual that is rare in the world. It is the supreme Dharma-protecting skill of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. It originally evolved from Shaolin in the Central Plains. What Zhiyin learned was taught by me. Let's leave it at that for today."

There were not many words, and the conversation was not long, but it seemed as if an extremely long time had passed, and everyone could not help but marvel at the high martial arts skills of the person who was speaking.

Everyone was still puzzled as to where this master came from. If someone had been careful, they would have seen a monk sweeping the floor at the front gate of Shaolin Temple muttering to himself. He was truly a high monk, and it seemed as if he was speaking the law of heaven and everything he said was golden rules.