A Crooked Stance

His Central Plains language was not fluent, but he could express his meaning clearly.

But his stubborn denial is really troublesome.

Xuan Sheng said with a hint of anger.

"A monk does not lie. Aren't you afraid of going to Avīci Hell for lying like this?"

Boluo Xing, however, clasped his hands together in prayer.

"I didn't lie, so naturally I'm not afraid."

He told a lie with complete honesty.

Xuan Can, who had grabbed him earlier, angrily demanded, "Haven't you seen the Prajna Palm Technique?"

"No, I never read martial arts manuals. I've only ever read the Prajna Sutra."

"The Mahā Finger Techniques, didn't you peek at them either? When I caught you, you were peeking at this manual of finger techniques!"

Boluo Xing continued to deny it, "I only borrowed the Maha Monk Discipline from your temple's Scripture Depository. In the third year of the Long'an era of your country, it was discovered that you came to India to obtain scriptures and obtained countless precious books. This scripture is one of them. I don't know which rule of your country I violated by borrowing this scripture?"

The reason why Polo Zheluoxing Boluo Xing was because Boluo Xing was clever and resourceful.

Unable to refute, Xuan Can could only chant the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a slight breeze stirred.

A yellow figure flashed among the high monks of the Xuan generation, and one of them threw a punch straight at Boluo Xing's face.

This punch came swiftly and steadily, with tremendous power.

Wherever the fist struck, it caused the skin on Boluo Xing's face to slightly dent.

This sneak attack came too suddenly.

Everyone could see that Boluo Xing was going to suffer a great deal.

The onlookers were puzzled. Could it be that the Shaolin Temple had become enraged and killed someone to silence them?

Let's see what happens in this desperate situation.

Suddenly, Boluo Xing flipped his hands over, palms facing outward, unleashing tremendous force.

With both palms, a barrier was formed in front of him.

The palm technique was extremely skillful.

To the onlookers, it seemed as if the Shaolin Temple people had deliberately gone up to Boluo Xing, intentionally feeding him their moves and letting him show off his power.

Sure enough, many people couldn't help but praise it.

"Excellent palm technique!"

Boluo Xing used the power of his palms to block the sudden sneak attack.

The monk who had launched the sneak attack then spread his five fingers, turning his fist into a palm, and slashed at Boluo Xing's side arm with a hand chop.

By this time, everyone had clearly seen that it was the Xuan Ji who had suddenly launched the sneak attack.

The high-ranking monks of the Xuan generation indeed possessed extraordinary skills.

Even with the exquisite skill of the Boluo Xing Palm Technique, Master Xuan Ji's changes of moves were extremely swift.

Before Boluo Xing could even receive the first palm strike, his right palm followed up with another chop.

Boluo Xing could only swing with his left hand, pointing his index finger toward the edge of his palm.

If Master Xuan Ji had not stopped his move in time, the Houhu Acupoint next to his little finger would have landed right on his fingertip.

This hand is about to be ruined.

Boluo Xing's finger strike may seem ordinary, but its precise placement and concentrated force make it truly extraordinary.

"Excellent finger technique!"

It was Duan Yu was praising it.

His family's One Yang Finger Divine Skill is one of the top finger techniques in the martial arts world.

He didn't understand much before.

But Duan Yu now possesses profound internal strength and exquisite martial arts skills, so even a casual glance can reveal some of his secrets.

Xuan Ji immediately withdrew his two palms and turned them into two fists.

His two fists were fired like a machine gun, unleashing seven or eight punches in an instant.

The air was filled with faint shadows of fists.

He threw several punches at Boluo Xing's head, torso, and shoulders.

It enveloped Boluo Xing completely, leaving him no way to dodge.

Boluo Xing also threw seven or eight punches in a row.

In an instant, a series of banging sounds could be heard.

Each punch collided with the fist formed by Xuan Ji.

In that split second, every punch he threw landed squarely on his enemy's fist.

This is more like fellow disciples practicing martial arts together.

The Boluo Xing displayed its divine power.

He blocked all of Master Xuan Ji's repeated sneak attacks.

There was no joy on his face.

A startled scream rang out.

He leaped back several steps.

Xuan Ji stood there without saying a word.

He clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, nodded in acknowledgment, and returned to Xuan Sheng's side.

The Reverend Shenshan, Boluo Xing, and Zheluoxing all looked grim.

Xuan Sheng rushed towards Guan Xin again, and said to the four monks including Daoqing.

"Please, my four senior brothers, uphold justice."

Xu Zhu and Duan Yu scratched their heads, unable to understand.

Seeing that the Shaolin Temple was holding its own, I felt relieved, but after watching their exchange, I realized that their moves weren't particularly impressive.

Moreover, the Shaolin Temple didn't seem to have gained any advantage, yet for some reason, they felt slightly smug. Meanwhile, the other side seemed somewhat in the wrong and ashamed.

That Boluo Xing clearly didn't suffer any loss at all.

Master Guanxin coughed.

"Just now, Senior Brother Boluo Xing used three moves. His palm technique seemed to be Seamless Heavenly Garment, his finger technique seemed to Resting to Subdue the Exhausted, and his fist technique was the Seven Stars Gathering."

Daoqing also said, "These three moves belong to the Prajna Palm Technique, Mahā Finger Technique Great Vajra Fist, and the Vajra Fist, respectively. Indeed, they are all Shaolin Temple's unique martial arts techniques."

This statement caused an immediate uproar.

The Shaolin Temple monks maintained a degree of composure, but the onlookers were a mixed bag. Some had already begun to clamor.

"Well, so you really did steal someone else's martial arts skills."

"You dared to deny it just now, but you've already shown everything after making a move."

"Shameless! Utterly shameless!"

Amidst a chaotic chorus of curses.

Even the Reverend Shenshan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But we can't let them continue in this chaotic state.

He quickly circulated his internal energy, coughed twice, and managed to calm the chaotic scene down.

"Hahaha! The Buddhist kingdom of India has indeed been very kind to the Buddhist community in Central Plains. Back then, when Master Kumārajīva spread the Central Plains, Patriarch Bodhidharma also brought India martial arts to the east."

"The kung fu of Shaolin Temple and the kung fu of India still have similarities, which shows that they have a very deep origin, which is gratifying."

"Prajna and Maha are Sanskrit words, and Vajra is also a deity in India. East and West are one, and all laws have the same origin. Hahahaha, this should be what it looks like today."

The Reverend Shenshan had just finished speaking.

The Shaolin monks were about to get angry.

It's one thing for Boluo Xing to deny stealing martial arts skills just now.

Indeed, it is difficult to find evidence to prove it.

The Reverend Shenshan spoke up for these people at that time.

They've already taken action to test the waters; even outsiders can easily tell whether it's true or false.

Unexpectedly, the Reverend Shenshan still resorted to sophistry.

It could even be a betrayal of one's ancestors.

The martial arts of Shaolin Temple did indeed originate from Patriarch Bodhidharma.

This is common knowledge.

But if we don't make things clear today, it seems like all of Shaolin Temple Kung Fu is India Kung Fu.

The assembled heroes also looked rather grim.

After all, Shaolin Temple is the leading force in the martial arts world today, and can be considered the representative of the Central Plains martial arts world, Mount Tai.

If all such skills belong to India, wouldn't the entire martial arts world of the Central Plains be overshadowed by India?

Just as the Reverend Shenshan was feeling slightly smug, and everyone's anger had not yet surfaced, they suddenly heard someone unceremoniously hurl insults.

"Go to hell, you bastard."

Before the words were finished, a gust of wind suddenly arose in front of the Mahavira Hall.

The few eminent monks standing with the Reverend Shenshan, who were still in a daze, only felt a gentle breeze.

But then a loud bang was heard.

The Reverend Shenshan was slammed to the ground by an invisible force.

He fell sideways onto his right cheek.

He fell solidly onto the bluestone slab in front of the main hall.

His face was a bloody mess, and blood kept seeping from his bald forehead.

Several eminent monks suddenly jumped away.

Jiumozhi jumped the farthest.

Everyone was shocked. Who had such skills?

The martial arts skills of the Reverend Shenshan are subtly superior to those of Xuan Ci.

He is a first-rate figure in the entire martial arts world.

Incredibly, under the watchful eyes of everyone, this person was defeated in one move before he could even react.

No, we can't say we defeated them.

It was purely a lesson and bullying.

Such a shocking scene unfolded before their eyes, and everyone could only turn their heads left and right in disbelief.

They were trying to find out who that mysterious master was.

Even Ji Boying cursed the Reverend Shenshan, no one reacted.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, Ji Boying strode confidently and walked up to the person on the Reverend Shenshan.

The Reverend Shenshan was thrown around and was completely disoriented.

But after all, he possessed profound inner strength.

He wasn't seriously injured.

However, this incident filled him with a mixture of shame and anger.

He quickly circulated his internal energy to get up from the ground.

But what he could vaguely see was a pair of black boots and a blue hem.

He was filled with resentment and channeled his inner energy into his left hand.

It swept across the ground with all its might.

As expected of the abbot of Qingliang Temple, his expertise is evident from his very first move.

Just like that, seemingly ordinary, it contained the power to split stone and shatter monuments.

If someone were hit by that blow, they would definitely break both their legs.

The Reverend Shenshan swept his gaze forward.

But I felt as if I had encountered an invisible Qi Wall.

An invisible Qi Wall, like a solid mountain, was difficult to resist.

This swift strike, imbued with the profound inner strength of the Reverend Shenshan accumulated over decades, struck the Qi Wall.

It was just like a strong man with immense strength, wielding a heavy iron pestle, and smashing it hard against a mountain as hard as iron.

The immense force of the recoil is enough to break a person's bones and injure their muscles.

A deafening bang resounded.

The arm of the Reverend Shenshan was directly broken by the shock.

Ji Boying continued walking forward, gently lifting his left foot and stepping on the head of the Reverend Shenshan.

The slightly larger collision had no effect on him whatsoever.

His clothes didn't even flutter.

The powerful attack from the Reverend Shenshan was as ineffective as a mosquito bite in front of Ji Boying's Qi Wall.

The Reverend Shenshan lost an arm, but the intense pain was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

His face was being trampled under his feet, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His reputation, built up over half a lifetime, has been completely ruined in one fell swoop.

The reason why Shaolin Temple refused to accept him was because he was arrogant and greedy for fame and fortune.

How could someone so concerned with their reputation and image bear such humiliation?

Naturally, I felt as if my heart was being torn apart.

He gritted his teeth, spitting out words through the gaps between them.

"Who are you? This is a sacred Buddhist site. Your actions are ruthless. You have insulted me. Aren't you afraid of the Buddha's wrath?"

With just one sentence, the entire Buddhist community was dragged into the mess.

Ji Boying didn't care at all, and instead used his foot to crush the face of the Reverend Shenshan.

The Reverend Shenshan another spasm of pain.

"Amitabha, this benefactor...?"

The senior monks looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Only a few monks of the Xuan generation from Shaolin Temple saw that Ji Boying was standing with Xiao Feng.

They all turned their gazes toward it.

I want to figure out what's going on.

Ji Boying, however, paid no attention to others and instead cursed the Reverend Shenshan beneath his feet.

"What a despicable person."

"If you were just an ambitious little man, that would be one thing. But do you think I can't see what you're planning?"

"They just want to cause a ruckus, get the person out, and then make him reveal the Shaolin Temple's martial arts secrets."

"If you succeed in doing this, I won't do anything to you. On the contrary, I'll think you're someone special, using both soft and hard tactics, and being ruthless."

"But you shouldn't have done that, for your own selfish reasons, you forgot your ancestors and lost all sense of shame."

Ji Boying gave him a good scolding.

"It is true that Shaolin Temple's kung fu was passed down from Bodhidharma. But the Prajna Palm was created by the eighth abbot of Shaolin Temple, Mahā Finger Technique was created by a Seven-Fingered Monk who stayed at Shaolin Temple for forty years."

"The Great Vajra Fist was created by six monks of the Tong generation at Shaolin Temple after thirty-six years of dedicated study."

"These three martial arts are completely different from the India that use intention to control force and force to generate power. Anyone with some skill in martial arts can tell the difference at a glance, but you old thing are just stirring up trouble here."

"Shaolin Temple monks, have I said anything wrong?"

The monks of the Xuan generation at Shaolin Temple all shouted Buddhist chants and bowed to Ji Boying.

"Amitabha, what you say is absolutely correct. These skills are all completely Central Plains martial arts, and are no longer the skills that Patriarch Bodhidharma taught back then."

Ji Boying stepped on the Reverend Shenshan and hummed twice.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This person cannot be considered a complete traitor, lackey, or rebel.

He may not have thought much of India.

It's not that they really want to claim India as their ancestor or to attribute all their good things to India.

This time, however, he wanted to take advantage of India for his own selfish reasons.

Even so, it is still hard to forgive.

Whether he is a true lackey or not is not important to distinguish, but the impact of his actions is no different from that of those lackeys.

If there were more people like this in the world, the surrounding small countries would all become the ancestors of the Central Plains in the future.

All that martial arts, all that culture, has been given away to others by these scoundrels.

Even if it may not succeed, there are still learned people who can correct the mistakes and restore the truth.

However, once this kind of rhythm is set in motion, it will always cause confusion between black and white.

It's a tangled mess; once you start pulling, you can't untangle it no matter how hard you try.

Although things in one's home may not be taken away by others, if one is truly influenced by such thinking, even if only one or two people say such things.

That's like a toad crawling on your foot—it won't kill you, it'll just disgust you.

"You should have realized long ago that I had seen through your thoughts, but I just didn't say it out loud. It was your battle of wits with the Shaolin Temple."

"But you shouldn't have done that, you turned black into white, and for your own selfish reasons, you forgot your ancestors. Today, I'll let you die knowing why, so you won't come out to disgust people in your next life."

Ji Boying was about to kill the Reverend Shenshan on the spot.

"Please have mercy, benefactor."