" Amitabha Buddha, this old monk Puyin, has indeed mastered the Golden Bell Shield technique of our temple."
Puyin chanted a Buddhist prayer, and although he didn't know why Wang Hao asked that question, he still answered.
After all, they used respectful terms to call him "Grandmaster," which is already giving him enough face. How could he possibly show them any disrespect?
It's not worth offending someone like that for no reason!
Wang Hao showed a look of amazement and said, "I have heard that the Shaolin Patriarch Bodhidharma left behind four great divine skills, namely the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) that reigns supreme, the Xi Sui Jing (Marrow Cleansing Classic) that leads to ascension and enlightenment, the Golden Bell Shield that is invincible, and the Boy's Divine Skill that builds immortality. I wonder if I will have the honor of witnessing the power of the so-called invincible Golden Bell Shield today?"
This question left the old Puyin completely bewildered, and everyone else looked over with surprise as well.
They all knew that Shaolin Temple indeed possessed Great God skills, which were among the top of the Seventy-Two Supreme Skills.
But what's with that "awesome" reputation?
They know the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, and even the current Fangzhang Shaolin Temple practices it, but they don't seem to have any domineering Haki of Reign Over the World!
" Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Dugu, you flatter me!"
Puyin, having regained his senses, chanted the Buddhist mantra again, neither acknowledging nor refuting the previous praise.
After all, these words were essentially praising the Shaolin Temple; how could he possibly refute them?
However, Puyin was quite puzzled. The Golden Bell Shield was the martial art he mainly practiced. Although it was very good, he was not able to claim to Invincible in the world with it, not even Invincible among those of the same level.
"Could it be because I'm practicing incorrectly? Should I try the other three divine skills? The Marrow Marrow-Washing Classic has long been lost, the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic can only be learned by the abbot's Fangzhang, and the Virgin Boy Divine Art is also known as the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art. Should I go back and get a copy of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art to practice?"
"Does the Grandmaster perhaps think I am simply flattering the Shaolin Temple?"
Wang Hao seemed to notice the old Puyin's unusual behavior, and his expression suddenly turned cold.
The people around him looked on in astonishment, their gazes turning strangely to Wang Hao, as if to say, "Isn't that right?"
Of the Great God of Shaolin Temple, apart from the long-lost Marrow-Washing Classic, they had basically seen the other Great God. Although they were top-tier martial arts in the martial arts world, they were by no means as exaggerated as Wang Hao described.
So this guy is definitely sucking up to the Shaolin Temple!
"Hmph! It seems your Shaolin Temple's core tradition has been broken; no wonder you don't know the true secrets of the Great God."
With a cold snort, Wang Hao put on an expression of admiration and longing and said, "Back in the Great Tang Dynasty, Shaolin Temple dominated the world with its Great God, which is how it earned the status and honor of being the leader of the righteous martial arts world. Leaving aside the other three skills for now, the Golden Bell Shield Cover skill has twelve levels."
Its power and defense far surpass the Black Level First Interval the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, and are only slightly inferior to the Yi Jin Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic at the Uninterrupted Realm. When the twelve levels are mastered, one can cultivate Vajra Indestructible Body, impervious to water and fire, and immune to all poisons. One can work without sleep or rest, and one's power is inexhaustible.
It also possesses defensive and counter-attack capabilities, capable of transforming an opponent's offensive into Formless Sound Gang, which is then countered with double the power of Buddhist Dharma Thunder Sound, thus achieving true Bubai.
It is said that Damo broke through the twelve barriers of the Golden Bell Shield, reached the thirteenth barrier, cultivated the Arhat Golden Body, Shattering the Void, and ascended to the Buddha Realm.
According to the family records, the Golden Bell Shield is a pure Body Refinement technique, focusing on physical strength and willpower, with secondary cultivation of true qi and spiritual realm. However, the Golden Bell Shield of the Grandmaster below focuses on Qi Refinement cultivation, with Body Refinement as a secondary aspect. It lacks willpower and spiritual realm, and doesn't even have the foundation of the twelve levels.
I initially thought that the Shaolin Temple had simplified the Golden Bell Shield Divine Art, but now it seems they've lost the essence of it. Without its core principles, the Golden Bell Shield truly doesn't deserve the title of Invincible!
After spouting his nonsense, Wang Hao feigned regret, as if disappointed at not being able to witness the profound meaning of the Golden Bell Shield again. Finally, he looked at the bewildered Puyin, sighed, and turned to continue walking forward.
That's right, he's just bluffing, directly using the Golden Bell Shield" concept from Hong Kong comics to fool people. But it is still the Golden Bell Shield, just a different version at most.
It's definitely good for fooling people!
With this smooth talk, Puyin will surely come to Shaolin Temple to contact him, and then he will have a chance to trick him into giving him the Golden Bell Shield, and even other unique skills.
Wang Hao continued walking forward, while those who remained in place were almost completely fooled, especially Puyin, who was almost dumbfounded.
"Could it be that what this old monk has cultivated is actually a fake Golden Bell Shield?"
Puyin looked down at his hands with suspicion, and for the first time began to doubt the unique skill he had mastered.
There was no way around it; what Wang Hao said was just too meticulous, almost like the truth.
And for some reason, he had an instinctive feeling that the Golden Bell Shield should really be this kind of awesome setting.
But why are there no relevant records about Shaolin Temple?
By the way, Shaolin Temple has experienced several massacres, and the current Shaolin Temple is a reconstruction. Perhaps it was during those times that this core tradition was lost.
As if he had understood something, Grandmaster Puyin automatically filled in countless scenarios in his mind, and his expression showed a complex mix of regret, remorse, and anger.
Seeing Puyin's unusual expression, the surrounding crowd were all intrigued. The old Wudang Sect couldn't help but ask, " Grandmaster Puyin, do your temple's Great God truly possess such profound secrets?"
All eyes turned to Puyin, as if trying to discern something from his expression.
" Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Dugu has already gone ahead; we'd better hurry and catch up."
The Puyin wasn't stupid, so he naturally wouldn't answer the question. He immediately changed the subject and followed Wang Hao into the Righteous Qi Soaring to the Heavens Hall of the Mount Hua Sect.
Wang Hao had already stepped into the Righteous Qi Soaring to the Heavens Hall. Inside, an old man in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back, staring directly at a long sword enshrined on the altar in front of him.
That was the sword passed down through generations of the Mount Hua Sect's leaders. It was said to have been inherited from the Mount Hua Sect's founding patriarch and was a rare and divine weapon.
He will use this sword in this battle because his opponent is too strong and also wields a divine weapon. If he doesn't also wield a divine weapon, his chances of winning are probably slim.
He represents the century-old reputation of the Mount Hua Sword Sect, and he certainly cannot afford to lose.
"Righteousness soaring to the heavens? Shouldn't it be Sword Qi Soaring to the Heavens?"
Wang Hao looked up at the plaque hanging in the center, a puzzled expression on his face, as if he truly knew nothing about it.
His public persona was that of someone who had returned from overseas and was not very familiar with the current intelligence of the Central Plains, so he naturally couldn't appear to be too familiar with the other party's intelligence.
These words made Feng Qingyang and Yue Buqun, who were standing with their hands behind their backs, feel extremely embarrassed. Feng Qingyang even turned his head and glared at Yue Buqun.
Originally, this hall was called Sword Qi Soaring to the Heavens, but after the Sword Qi Clash and Yue Buqun took over as the sect leader, he resented the Sword Faction for causing the decline of the Mount Hua Sect, so he changed Sword Qi Soaring to the Heavens to Righteous Qi Soaring to the Sky.
Who would have thought that his words would be spoken in public, even someone as composed as him couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed.
"Young friend Dugu and fellow practitioners, please take your seats!"
Somewhat embarrassed, Feng Qingyang turned and gestured for Wang Hao to take a seat. Wang Hao didn't stand on ceremony and strode to the first chair on the left, sitting down with an air of authority.
Feng Qingyang then took the seat of honor, and the others followed suit, sitting in the chairs that had been prepared for them at the lower end of the table. Even Yue Buqun sat down.
Although he had the lowest cultivation level, the weakest strength, and the least seniority among the group, he was, after all, the current head of the Mount Hua Sect and the host, so he was qualified to sit down.
As for Ning Zhongze, she didn't have that status advantage and could only stand behind her husband Yue Buqun, but she kept her eyes lowered and didn't dare to look at Feng Qingyang.
"Mr. Feng, I have had a question since I set foot in the Mount Hua Sword Sect. I wonder if you could enlighten me?"
Sitting down, Wang Hao bowed to Feng Qingyang and asked.
Although I came here to challenge them, it was a civilized challenge. Naturally, I wouldn't start fighting in a barbaric way right away. The normal procedure would be for everyone to exchange ideas, perhaps even have a meal and drinks, eat and drink their fill, and adjust themselves to their best condition before finally starting the fight.
Of course, most importantly, he wanted to cause trouble for Old Yue.
Although it's not feasible to eliminate that guy right now, it's still okay to annoy him.
"Young friend Dugu, please speak. Whatever I know, I will not hide."
Feng Qingyang replied gently. Although he could tell that the young man in front of him had no good intentions, he couldn't refuse in front of so many people, so he could only bite the bullet and agree.
"According to the intelligence that my sect discovered in the early years, there is a saying in the martial arts world that 'fists originate from Shaolin and swords return to Mount Hua. 'Mount Hua Sect has even produced the Mount Hua Sword Saint, Mr. Feng. However, what I saw and heard after I set foot in the Mount Hua Sect is seriously inconsistent with my sect's intelligence. Even the Sword Intent cultivated by your sect's leader is mixed and impure, and the characteristics of his true qi are seriously inconsistent with his state of mind and cultivation method."
"Mr. Feng, could you please explain the reason behind this? Of course, if there are any unspeakable difficulties, then please pretend I didn't ask."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang's face darkened, and Yue Buqun's expression changed unpredictably, showing extreme shame and anger. Representatives from various major forces who had come to watch the battle cast mocking glances at them.
"Ahem... Actually, there's nothing that can't be said. More than ten years ago, a plague struck our Mount Hua Sword Sect, nearly wiping out all our masters and almost causing the lineage to be severed. That's why we are in this situation today."
With a dry cough, Feng Qingyang decided it wasn't appropriate to elaborate on the matter, as family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. Therefore, he could only respond by using the excuse that the Qi Faction Sect had spread the scandal back then.
"Plague? Impossible! The Mount Hua Sect had at least a dozen Grandmaster -level experts back then, all protected by Acquired True Qi. What kind of plague could possibly kill so many Grandmaster- level masters?"
Wang Hao seemed not to understand this explanation. He frowned and muttered to himself, as if he was racking his brains trying to figure out what kind of terrible plague could kill Grandmaster- level expert.
He was also wondering which idiot came up with such a lame excuse for the Mount Hua Qi Faction. When a martial artist cultivates to the Grandmaster level, their body undergoes a transformation. While they may not be immune to all poisons, they can certainly be free from all diseases.
Ancient plagues were limited to a few types, and without the environmental changes of modern times, they did not cause much harm to people.
As long as Grandmaster- level martial artist has cultivated Acquired True Qi, even if they live in the epicenter of an epidemic, they will not be infected with the plague. Before the plague virus can take effect, it will be eliminated by the Acquired True Qi in their body. They may even develop targeted antibodies due to their strong physique.
So the excuse that the Mount Hua Sect spread back then might fool ordinary people, but any martial artist with a bit of experience would know that there was definitely something fishy going on.
These words caused both Yue Buqun and Feng Qingyang's faces to darken, and their gazes towards Wang Hao became filled with resentment.
Young man, you know that being so honest and bluntly truthful can easily leave you friendless?
The other representatives who came to watch the battle had an even stronger mocking look on their faces. They naturally knew what had happened to the Mount Hua Sect back then, and they had even used some of their own methods to fuel the flames.
As for the slogan "Fists from Shaolin, swords from Mount Hua," they naturally played a part in it. Their purpose was nothing more than to play a game of flattery to kill, and the effect was very significant. First, the ten elders of the Demon Cult Sect went to Mount Hua, causing a break in the lineage of the Mount Hua Sect and the other four Five Mountains Sword Sect.
Now they've nearly ruined the Mount Hua Sect. If it weren't for Feng Qingyang, the Mount Hua Sword Sect's leader, supporting them all these years, they would have been wiped out long ago.
Otherwise, do you really think Yue Buqun has that kind of ability?
"Young friend Dugu, you previously fought with Wheel-Turning King at the foot of the mountain. I am not one to take advantage of someone in distress. Young friend Dugu, you may rest at my Mount Hua Sect for a day, and we will fight again tomorrow!"
Left with no other option, Feng Qingyang had to change the subject again. He just wanted to get rid of this annoying little guy and put him to rest.
"Alright, it is said that the Mount Hua Sect originated from the Quanzhen Sect, the number one sect in the world during the Southern Song Dynasty. Back then, the founder of the Quanzhen Sect, True Person Chongyang, was famous throughout Huaxia with his Innate Art and won the title of the number one person in the world. Later, he exchanged martial arts with the Southern Emperor, one of the Five Greats at the time, and obtained the two great skills of One Yang Finger and Six Meridians Divine Sword. He also had the Nine Yin True Scripture in his hands."
Since the Mount Hua Sect has earned the reputation of "Swords Return to Mount Hua," they must have inherited these unique skills. I look forward to tomorrow's battle!
Wang Hao knew when to stop, but in the end, he still dug a huge pit for Feng Qingyang and the Mount Hua Sect.
After speaking, Wang Hao cupped his hands in greeting and got up to leave, leaving the crowd with various expressions sitting in the Righteous Qi Soaring to the Heavens Hall, creating a rather strange atmosphere.
The representatives of the various forces who came to watch the battle looked at each other with strange expressions, their intentions unclear.
Looking at the people below him, Feng Qingyang felt a headache coming on, and his hatred for Wang Hao was burning.
"That damn kid!"