Shaolin Temple's signature skill: single combat
The two blue-robed monks followed the directions, but still looked completely bewildered.
The youngest monk asked, "Uncle-Master, I really can't see anything special about him, he just seems so comfortable."
The monk in the yellow robe chuckled and said, "It's good that you feel comfortable. You feel comfortable because his clothes are not nice. If you could mentally Body Change his robe like I do, hehe, then you would know what royal grandeur is."
The two blue-robed monks gasped. "Could he be—a member of the King Zhou's family?"
The monk in the yellow robe said helplessly, "How would I know?"
"We have eleven princes in Henan: the King Zhou, the King Tang of King Hui, the King Ru, the King Lu, the Prince of King Zhao, the Prince King Fu King Yi of King Xiu of Yi, the King Chong, and the Prince of King Wei. How am I supposed to guess?"
As an ancient temple with a history of over a thousand years, Shaolin Temple is frequently visited by dignitaries and powerful figures who come to burn incense and pray for blessings.
The princes of the Ming Dynasty were treated like pigs, confined to the city to commit all sorts of evil deeds, which resulted in many oddballs among the sons and grandsons of the Old Zhu.
Their only opportunities to leave the city were on a few days, such as the anniversary of their mother's death or the current emperor's birthday, when they would visit the royal temple to offer prayers and blessings.
These princes, nobles, and princesses, driven mad by their confinement, were practically running wild. Disguising themselves as ordinary people in white robes was commonplace for them; they weren't afraid of being assassinated at all.
They'd love for something to happen, to add some fun to their pig-like lives.
The two blue-robed monks were drenched in cold sweat and repeatedly thanked their uncle for the reminder.
What was amusement for the princes was the greatest danger for these lowly monks.
One wrong move and you could face the Ming Dynasty's most terrifying killing move: [Imperial Escape - Nine Clans Separation Technique].
Although being a guest monk is a very well-paid profession, it's not worth sacrificing one's entire family for it.
The monk in the yellow robe chuckled and said, "Actually, it might not necessarily be a prince. Another possibility is that he is Martial World master, and an old monster who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, returned to his original state, and become young again."
"If you had held them off, you might have rendered a great service to Shaolin."
The two blue-robed monks waved their hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, that's still death."
The three monks were chatting and laughing in hushed tones, and just as they were about to forget about Shazo, a muffled thud suddenly came from the direction of the Bodhidharma Hall in the backyard.
Like a muffled clap of thunder on a clear day, the sound wasn't loud, but the ground shook violently.
The monks and guests, who were not skilled in martial arts, fell to the ground, letting out various screams.
Not only people fell, but also dust billowed up from the Buddhist temples everywhere as they shook violently, and many roof tiles fell off, leaving a mess on the ground.
The three monks, who were in charge of receiving guests, lay prostrate on the ground, looking at each other in dismay, thinking: We're doomed!
That young man is truly Martial World master!
Shazo had no idea that after advancing to the Heavenly Human Realm, the unity of his mind and body manifested as Royal Family nobility. With this aura, he was able to move freely within the Shaolin Temple without any monks intervening.
This is completely opposite to what Great Hero Guo, experienced in Mount Zhongnan two hundred years ago.
So, Shazo even visited places he couldn't go to in his previous life.
Until he tried to pass through the Damo Courtyard to reach the six-story Scripture Repository, an old monk with a face as thick as a pine tree finally stopped him.
"Esteemed benefactor, this is the sacred ground of Shaolin Damo Courtyard, the Bodhidharma Academy. Only disciples of the Damo Courtyard are permitted to enter."
Shazo looked at the old monk and chuckled, "Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king. On the shores of the earth, all people are subjects of the king."
"Monk, whose temple and this mountain do you own?"
The old monk clasped his hands in prayer and said, "Mount Song Shaoshi naturally belong to my Shaolin Temple; this was bestowed upon us by Emperor Taizong of Tang of Tang."
"But this world now belongs to our Ming Dynasty. You monks, using the titles and privileges bestowed by previous dynasties, have seized the land and territory of the Ming Dynasty— "
"Isn't it a bit inappropriate?"
Old monk: "----"
He smiled and said, "Benefactor, we Buddhists don't just talk about principles; sometimes we also need to use our fists."
"After all, even Buddha couldn't help but roar Lion's Roar at times."
Shazo Zuo had come here to cause trouble, so hearing this was exactly what he wanted to hear.
He laughed loudly, "Oh dear, you should have said so earlier! Come on!"
Shazo stepped forward, aimed at the monk's bald head, and slapped it down.
This move has no set pattern or style; it's just Summer Eight Strikes that everyone knows.
But even with Shazo's skill level, he still managed to create a mysterious and inexplicable effect.
At least in the old monk's eyes, this was Strike of Heavenly Human, like Antelope Hanging Horns, like White Rainbow Piercing Sun, an almost unstoppable Apocalypse revelation.
The old monk, having no hair, felt an even greater tightness in his scalp, and almost instinctively, he unleashed his strongest martial art with a palm strike.
[Great Strength Vajra Palm]
When the withered, thin palm collided with the long, powerful palm, the old monk felt as if he had been crushed by Mount Song, and his inner True Qi was instantly shattered.
If a person is crushed by Mount Song, the result is, of course, death.
Fortunately, Shazo was not actually from Mount Song, and he stopped his power in time. Apart from deflecting the old monk's palm strike, he did not directly attack the old monk.
On the contrary, the old monk, in his panic, used too much force, venting most of his True Qi into this [Great Strength Vajra Palm], and was powerless to resist when it was rebounded.
Luck, the old monk's arm immediately broke off inch by inch, dissipating half of his True Qi.
Even more Luck, the ground beneath the old monk's feet was shattered by Shazo's attack, and he was slammed into the ground by his own palm strike, sacrificing his waist and below to survive.
But in such a violent impact, the old monk suffered an unprecedented shock; his skin cracked all over his body, and blood flowed out like a waterfall.
The old monk, covered entirely in red, had lost consciousness and looked utterly miserable.
The monks at the Damo Courtyard were all stunned.
But the monks also knew that this young man was not the heir of some prince.
The princes of Zhu were not allowed to receive cultural education, nor were they allowed to receive advanced martial arts training. At most, they had fancy but ineffective moves, and would not have such terrifying martial arts skills.
Therefore, Shazo's identity was finally confirmed: he was an enemy of Shaolin Temple!
Faced with the enemy, the mediocre monks picked up their Precept Knife, while the monks who had cultivated to the First-rate Expert channeled their True Qi and unleashed the 72 unique skills they had mastered.
The monks of the Damo Courtyard were mainly skilled in hand techniques, such as the [Left and Right Flower Piercing Hands], [Shaolin Double Circle Hands], [Great Falling Stele Hands], [Paramita Hands], [Vajra Hand], [Prajna Great Strength Vajra Hands Prajna Zen Palm], [Weituo Palm], [Shaolin Divine Palm Eight Strikes], and [Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm], all of which were used against Shazo.
Seeing the Shaolin monks surrounding him, Shazo laughed and said, "It really is a one-on-one fight!"
"None of the Shaolin 72 Ultimate Skills are as powerful as this signature skill of the Shaolin Temple. A group of monks can take on me one-on-one."
"But you've got the wrong target. I, Shazo, am not someone you can take down just by being surrounded."
As Shazo spoke, he reached out and grabbed a crooked, withered branch from the corner. He shook it gently, and it transformed into a sky full of sword shadows that surged towards the monks of all ages like a tide.