The two fought fiercely, from the meditation room at the back to the Buddhist hall at the front, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
Such a commotion naturally alarmed the lamas in the temple, who rushed over to investigate. However, seeing the terrifying power of the two fighting, none of them dared to step forward.
There was no way around it; the lamas remaining at Five Wheels Temple at this moment were at most First-Rate terms of cultivation, and it was impossible for them to intervene in a battle at the Grandmaster level.
So all they could do was stand on the sidelines and watch anxiously.
"Clang!"
The palm and the greatsword clashed again, producing a sound like a resounding bell, and the two figures abruptly separated.
Wang Hao steadied himself, placing the Shameless Greatsword in his hand on his left side. His starry eyes were fixed on High Person Linghui, who had also steadied himself, while his arms trembled slightly.
Clearly, the collision just now caused him considerable harm!
" Amitabha Buddha! You are exceptionally gifted, benefactor. I admire you greatly. At this moment, I have only one strike left. I hope you can withstand it!"
He clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer, not giving Wang Hao a chance to speak. He then raised his right palm in front of his chest and, using some kind of secret technique, his already enormous hand began to swell even further.
In contrast to the expansion of his hands, his originally robust body began to shrink, as if all the power within him had been concentrated in his hands.
At the same time, the surrounding lamas rushed forward to protect High Person Linghui, preventing Wang Hao from interrupting High Person Linghui's spellcasting.
But Wang Hao didn't interrupt the other party, even though he had the ability, because he knew it wouldn't make much of a difference.
High Person Linghui was performing a certain unique skill, and so was he, even activating his Dao Comprehension Function to increase the success rate.
" Vajra Great Handprint!"
Finally, when his right palm grew to two feet in size, High Person Linghui out a fierce shout, like a Buddhist Order Vajra who subdues demons, and glared angrily as he swung his palm at Wang Hao.
This time, the true energy did not circulate outside the palm, but was completely contained within the muscles, bones, and flesh of the palm, turning the entire palm into a dark gold color, just like the Palm One of a true Vajra Buddha.
Even more terrifying was the invincible Martial Dao Will emanated from his palm, capable of suppressing all things. Before the palm even arrived, this Martial Dao Will had already begun to suppress Wang Hao.
" Two Armies Facing Off - Explosion!"
Faced with the suppressing palm print and Martial Dao Will, Wang Hao roared and unleashed a combined attack of Ten Stances of Bloody Battle and Explosive Force, breaking through the opponent's Martial Dao Will first. Then, his Shameless Greatsword collided with the dark golden hand.
The two collided but made no sound; the surrounding air was distorted by the immense force, making their figures indistinct.
This is precisely the meaning of "the greatest sound is silent, the greatest form is formless!"
Although no sound came out, it was even more terrifying.
However, a series of fine cracking sounds followed immediately, and countless cracks began to spread across the blade of Wang Hao's Shameless Greatsword, quickly covering the entire blade.
Seeing this, High Person Linghui lit up with joy, and he increased the pressure in his hand.
But Wang Hao remained calm, as if he wasn't worried that the Shameless Greatsword would shatter.
Before long, the Shameless Greatsword could no longer hold on and shattered completely.
But then a flash of purple light High Person Linghui, and four fingers of Linghui Shangren's Vajra hand, which was as hard as Ten-Thousand-Refined True Steel, were cut off.
The Vajra Great Handprint was broken, and a stream of dark golden blood gushed out. The remaining half of the hand began to shrink rapidly, quickly returning to its original withered state. Even the aura of the High Person Linghui began to plummet.
" Grandmaster, you have won this round!"
Looking at the Ziwei Soft Sword that had appeared in his hand, Wang Hao sighed, but did not deny the fact that he had been defeated.
His weapon was shattered, which means he had indeed lost.
"My lord, you haven't lost this round either!"
High Person Linghui also sighed. Although he had indeed won in a true sense, it should be noted that he was at the Peak Grandmaster Realm, and even in poor condition, he still possessed the combat power of Mid Grandmaster Level.
But the kid opposite him was only at the Super-First-Rate level, yet he fought him for so long, and in the end, the kid even managed to cut off half of his hand with a divine weapon that suddenly appeared.
This ability is truly rare, both in ancient and modern times!
The lamas once again surrounded High Person Linghui, glaring angrily at Wang Hao, but dared not step forward.
Even the strongest member of their Five Wheels Temple, High Person Linghui, lost; if they went up there, they would only be offering themselves up for slaughter.
One of the young lamas thoughtfully bandaged High Person Linghui's injured hand.
" Grandmaster, tell your disciples and their followers to calm down. Don't really provoke this junior, or he might do something rash in a moment of anger."
Wang Hao glanced at the lamas glaring at him, his expression turning cold. He hated being confronted with weapons.
"You may all step back. I have important matters to discuss with this benefactor. Rest assured, we were merely exchanging martial arts blows!"
Sensing Wang Hao's coldness, High Person Linghui waved to the lamas in front of him, signaling them to step back.
The lamas hesitated for a moment, initially reluctant to leave, but upon seeing the stern look on High Person Linghui's face, they dared not say anything more and reluctantly retreated, closing the doors of the Buddhist hall behind them.
"What do you need to do for this temple to be spared, benefactor?"
After the lamas left, High Person Linghui's spirit collapsed, and he sat unsteadily on the ground, his expression bitter.
He could sense the threat in Wang Hao's voice. If they couldn't get the other party to leave satisfied today, their Five Wheels Temple would likely be ravaged by bloodshed!
Fortunately, he also realized that Wang Hao was a reasonable person, so as long as he paid a sufficient price, he should be able to protect his disciples and followers.
" Grandmaster, let's first settle our scores. First, you personally went to meet Yang Jingzhong, that traitor, which makes us national enemies. You didn't do that!"
Wang Hao sat leisurely on a futon, playing with the Ziwei Soft Sword in his hand while looking at the weakened High Person Linghui in front of him with amusement.
"From your perspective, I know I was wrong in this respect."
High Person Linghui nodded, neither denying nor being able to deny it.
"And then you framed me for your own death, thus shifting the internal conflicts of your steppe people onto my Huaxia, which could even have triggered a war. Isn't that wrong?"
Wang Hao once again pointed out one of High Person Linghui's mistakes; in fact, reasoning with this old monk was a last resort.
Judging from his actions, he is definitely a fiercely independent person. If we push him too far, he might resort to a desperate, all-or-nothing approach, which would be disastrous.
So we must take it slowly!
"What you say is true, it was indeed my fault!"
High Person Linghui nodded in agreement again, and at the same time, he roughly guessed Wang Hao's ultimate intention.
"It wasn't right of you to have shown your murderous intent towards me before, wanting to kill me here!"
"That's definitely not right!"
High Person Linghui nodded again.
Seeing that High Person Linghui did not deny any of these three points, Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction, then stood up and turned to look at the statue standing in the Buddhist hall.
That was not a statue of Buddha, but a human figure, carved from rock, lifelike, with five wheels in gold, silver, copper, iron and lead behind it, exactly the same as the gold and silver wheels that High Person Linghui had used before.
However, these five roulette wheels were damaged, with one of them even only half remaining, indicating that these five strange weapons had gone through a fierce battle with their owner.
" Grandmaster, this Five Wheels Temple was passed down from the Golden Wheel Dharma King of the Southern Song Dynasty, wasn't it?"
After looking at the statue for a while, Wang Hao suddenly asked a question, though his tone was quite certain.
The technique of controlling the wheel used by Master High Person Linghui was quite unique; among all the characters in Old Master Jin's works, only the Golden Wheel Dharma King from the Return of the Condor Heroes era possessed it.
With the addition of those five broken wheels, Wang Hao was pretty sure that the other party was indeed the martial arts successor of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.
The Golden Wheel Dharma King possessed several powerful martial arts techniques, and he had his eye on these unique skills.
"I never imagined that you would know so much about my Five Wheels Temple!"
With another sigh, High Person Linghui became even more certain of his earlier guess: this kid had indeed set his sights on the Five Wheels Temple's secret techniques.
"It is said that the Golden Wheel Dharma King once dominated the martial arts world of the Central Plains with his Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art and his extraordinary skill of controlling the five great rings. It is even said that there is a Supreme Yoga Esoteric Vehicle Divine Art that is even Great God than the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art Skill."
"That Supreme Yoga Tantra is the supreme teaching of your Esoteric Sect, so I won't take what belongs to you. How about this: you use the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art, the miraculous skill of manipulating the wheel ring, and that Vajra Great Handprint move you just used as the price to settle this grudge?"
Wang Hao revealed his true purpose.
The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art is definitely an Innate Art. The extraordinary skill that drives the wheel is currently unknown, but it is at least at the Grandmaster level.
The Vajra Great Handprint that the old lama just used was definitely a martial art at the Innate level.
This results in two Innate martial arts and one Acquired martial arts, which would cost 2,100 Fortune Points if given to Dongfang Bai!
Such a generous reward naturally warranted his careful planning.
"Benefactor, none of the manuals for these three techniques have been left behind. At this moment..."
High Person Linghui looked troubled, but before he could finish speaking, Wang Hao interrupted, "If you don't have a manual, then write one down now! Don't tell me you don't have paper, pen, or ink. Do you want me to use the blood of your disciples and grand-disciples as ink?"
Wang Hao wasn't going to give this old guy a chance to argue; he was determined to get those three martial arts techniques!
He already knew that the Five Wheels Temple did not have physical manuals of these divine skills; they were obviously passed down orally.
He had already had Xiao Mengmeng use the system's Treasure-Seeking Function to search for it; otherwise, do you really think he would have wanted to waste so much breath arguing with this old monk?
"Hey! Long Ling, bring me pen and ink!"
With a sigh, facing the Tyrannical Dao and powerful Wang Hao, High Person Linghui had no choice but to compromise and gave instructions to the little lama guarding outside.
Soon, two young lamas carried a low table into the Buddhist hall, on which were placed paper, ink, brush, and inkstone.
One of the older lamas left the temple, while the younger one stayed behind to grind ink for High Person Linghui, while secretly observing Wang Hao.
"Does the benefactor wish for a Chinese translation or the original text in the steppe language?"
High Person Linghui picked up a calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink, and asked a question.
"Of course it's Han... no, I want the original text in the steppe language!"
Wang Hao was about to say it was a Chinese translation, but then a thought struck him and he changed his mind.
He was aware of the cultural differences between the two languages, which is evident in modern times. For example, the translation of Old Master Jin's martial arts novels into English is simply appalling; the meaning has been completely altered, and foreigners simply cannot understand them.
Similarly, some ancient poems cannot be accurately translated into other languages.
What we're dealing with now is a martial arts manual; the slightest mistake could be fatal. It's better to stick with the original version.
At worst, he can go and study the grassland language again.
" Grandmaster, please don't misspell anything, otherwise, if I were to suffer a qi deviation during my cultivation in the future and run rampant at Five Wheels Temple again, that would be disastrous!"
Finally, Wang Hao gave High Person Linghui a sincere warning before heading back to the meditation room.
There's a traitor waiting for him to deal with there!
"Alas! I don't know whether my actions were right or wrong!"
Watching Wang Hao's departing figure, High Person Linghui sighed.