"Hahaha! Very good, very good." Huineng suddenly burst out laughing.
The experts watching were all somewhat baffled, unsure what Huineng was laughing about. He had clearly suffered a slight injury just now.
After his laughter stopped, Huineng stared at the three and said, "Pudu, Pufa, Pulu, you three have finally come out. Then let us see whether Shaolin's Three Great Divine Monks really are that formidable. Junior brothers, we must work together properly this time."
"Senior Brother Huineng, we've been waiting for this."
When they saw these three old monks appear, a trace of a smile appeared on their faces as well.
Their purpose in coming today was none other than these three old monks, who held the highest seniority in Shaolin. As long as they defeated them, everything else would flow naturally into place.
Upon seeing Pudu, Pufa, and Pulu appear, the Jianghu experts all bowed and called out, "Our respects to the three Divine Monks."
Shaolin was Shaolin for a reason; it naturally possessed its own imposing prestige.
In today's Shaolin, the true experts were neither Abbot Juebei nor his fellow disciples, but his three martial uncles.
Pudu, Pufa, and Pulu naturally had the greatest cultivation in Shaolin and were known as the Three Great Divine Monks.
This was an exceptional honor, as well as a sign of the respect Jianghu held for them. From another perspective, it also showed how unfathomable their cultivation was.
"Daring to challenge the Three Great Divine Monks—they truly overestimate themselves," someone nearby said.
"Not necessarily. The Six Sects must have come prepared. You and I both know about the Three Great Divine Monks, so how could they not?"
"That makes sense. They might have something else up their sleeves. After all, they were once great Buddhist sects ranked alongside Shaolin. They can't