Daozheng was by nature hot-tempered, so even with the Sweeping Monk and other Buddhist Order giants watching him, he remained fearless, stiffening his neck and coldly replying, "This scoundrel was cheating people out of food and drink at an inn. I first sent my disciple Zhao Hu to mediate, but he was crippled by this scoundrel. I went to reason with him myself, but unfortunately, I was no match for him and was defeated by this scoundrel."
Daozheng's tone was quite cold, and as he spoke, his large, round eyes were still staring fiercely at Wang Hao, clearly still very unconvinced.
These words made the veins on the foreheads of the Sweeping Monk and the others throb; they wanted nothing more than to slap this scoundrel to death.
I didn't realize they were all so polite to their grandmaster, and you, a mere disciple, are acting so arrogantly?
As our grandmaster, it's only right that he eats and drinks for free on our Shaomu Temple's territory, or even takes advantage of us.
"Hey! That's not right. How did I eat and drink for free? I made it clear to the innkeeper beforehand that I would stay and eat at his place for a while, and I would pay him back when your Shaomu Temple came looking for me. Besides, I also have odd jobs like chopping wood and carrying water to pay off the debt."
Wang Hao couldn't stand it anymore. This guy's distortion of the facts is too outrageous!
Is this true?
The Sweeping Monk and the others all stared at the innkeeper, who had huddled to one side like a quail as soon as he entered, their expressions turning cold.
They were all seasoned veterans, so they could naturally glean some inside information from the words just spoken. Clearly, the conflict between their Shaomu Temple and Grandmaster Saitama today was instigated by this person.
This is intolerable!
Sweating profusely, Shopkeeper Qian stammered, "In response to your questions, esteemed Grandmaster, that is indeed the case, but he did not explicitly state that the person he was waiting for was from Shaomu Temple..."
He dared not hide anything from these Grandmaster, otherwise the consequences would certainly be even more serious.
"Alright, I already know about this matter. You two should quickly apologize to Grandmaster Saitama!"
The Sweeping Monk waved his hand, signaling the two people involved to come over and apologize to Wang Hao, asking for his forgiveness.
To be honest, it's not a big deal; it's just a misunderstanding, and there's no point in pursuing it further.
"Master, please forgive me! This disciple will never bow down to this person!"
Daozheng continued to glare fiercely at Wang Hao, then looked sadly at his disciple Zhao Hu, who was lying unconscious on a stretcher, covered in blood, with his right arm severed at the shoulder. He said sorrowfully, " Ahu, it's your master's fault for letting that scoundrel cripple your arm and ruin your future."
He had high hopes for this disciple, otherwise he wouldn't have passed on the Tiger-Subduing Fist. Unfortunately, today's battle left his entire right arm crippled, forcing him to have it amputated in the end.
Losing an arm is incredibly cruel for a martial artist; it essentially ends their lifelong journey in martial arts. How could he not feel resentment?
"I..."
The Sweeping Monk and the others looked at this guy, their forehead veins throbbing. If they weren't in good spirits, they would have wanted to kill him on the spot.
Is it really that hard for you to admit your mistake and apologize?
"Wait a minute! This guy looks familiar. He gave me some steamed buns before, but I don't remember hurting him? There's no reason for me to hurt him!"
Looking at Zhao Hu lying on the stretcher, Wang Hao felt his face looked increasingly familiar, and finally remembered him.
Isn't this the guy who gave me steamed buns before?
He doesn't recall ever laying a hand on this guy!
"You've already crippled him, what's the point of denying it now?"
Daozheng returned another resentful look, clearly harboring considerable resentment towards Wang Hao.
"Grandmaster, please calm your anger. There must be some misunderstanding here. This humble monk will investigate this matter thoroughly and give you a satisfactory explanation."
The Sweeping Monk quickly calmed Wang Hao down, fearing that his master would be angered by that scoundrel.
"If any of you know the whole story, tell me and I will forgive your actions!"
An old monk asked in a cold voice, his lightning-like gaze sweeping over the innkeeper and the others.
Judging from their conversation, something must have happened, and neither of them seemed to be lying, so the matter needs further discussion.
"In reply to Grandmaster, I personally witnessed the entire process."
Little Er, kneeling behind Shopkeeper Qian, replied tremblingly, his face pale, clearly terrified.
"Explain!"
"At that time Grandmaster, Brother Tiger asked Grandmaster Saitama a few questions, and then handed Saitama the bun with the stone hidden inside. Grandmaster Saitama seemed to be thinking about something and didn't notice, so he ate the whole bun."
Then Tiger Brother flew into a rage and punched Saitama Grandmaster in the face, sending him flying backward. Then Grandmaster Daozheng arrived.
The waiter finished speaking quickly, and then, like Shopkeeper Qian, awaiting his fate.
Daozheng he heard these words. He had personally experienced the protective aura of Grandmaster Saitama. The force of the shock could even shatter the bones in his hand, let alone Zhao Hu's strength.
In other words, he, as a disciple, wasn't actually beaten, but rather crippled by the instinctive Tremor-Tremor from the other person's protective aura.
In truth, the blame still lies with his master and disciple. No wonder when he went to question Saitama, Grandmaster Saitama looked completely bewildered; he genuinely didn't know.
He even thought the other party was playing a trick on him; what a ridiculous misunderstanding!
"Grandmaster, I was wrong, please forgive me!"
Daozheng was a straightforward person who knew his mistakes and corrected them. He immediately disregarded the injury on his leg, struggled to get up, knelt down, and slammed his forehead heavily on the ground.
"He slapped me in the face! And he even stuffed stones into my bun. By the way, where did he get those stones? Don't tell me he dug them out of the latrine."
Wang Hao's face was dark. Although he loved to slap others in the face, he also hated being slapped in the face.
What's even more frustrating is that the other person actually stuffed stones into the bun, and he didn't notice and stupidly ate them.
this...
Wang Hao felt an urge to immediately unleash his power and flatten the entire Shaomu Temple.
Do you really think that I, Master Hao, am without temper even in my Saitama disguise mode?
"Grandmaster, please calm down! Please calm down!"
Sensing the dangerous aura emanating from Wang Hao, the Sweeping Monk and the others were shocked and instinctively retreated several steps.
They were genuinely afraid that he would start a fight, in which case the entire Shaomu Temple would likely be reduced to ruins.
"No... it wasn't from the latrine. I took it from the shopkeeper's potted plant. I even washed it with water, it's absolutely clean. I even tried biting into it, and look, I even lost a tooth."
The waiter quickly began to explain, opening his mouth to reveal the socket of the broken tooth.
"That's good! That's good!"
With his anger subsiding, Wang Hao's expression softened slightly, but it was still quite unpleasant.
To think I'd been so thoroughly fooled! This is absolutely intolerable!
"This is none of your business. Manager, you can collect my food and lodging expenses from Shaomu Temple later. Don't accuse me of freeloading off you!"
Wang Hao, with a cold face, gestured for the shopkeeper to get out of there immediately.
He didn't have a good impression of this guy either, but he would still pay for the meals and lodging as promised by the stand-in.
As for the inn that was reduced to ruins, that had nothing to do with him; it was his own fault.
"I'll take my leave now!"
The innkeeper and all the staff, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly rushed out of the main hall and ran down the mountain in a flash, showing no intention of going to Shaomu Temple to collect their debts.
Just kidding! After causing such a big incident, it's a miracle we're not being held accountable by Shaomu Temple. How could we possibly ask them for money back?
"By the way, the previous battle seems to have destroyed quite a few houses. You should help them rebuild them and give them some compensation until they are satisfied. Otherwise, it will create more Karmic Cause and Effect!"
Having calmed down considerably, Wang Hao brought up the issue of post-war repairs and compensation. Although the punch hadn't killed anyone, it had destroyed many houses and even knocked down a section of the city wall.
He certainly didn't have the money to compensate for these losses, so he had to rely on the wealthy Buddhist Order to step in.
"This is what we should do!"
The Sweeping Monk and the others quickly nodded in agreement, saying that it wasn't a big deal and wouldn't cost much.
As for you!
Wang Hao glanced at Daozheng kneeling on the ground, then looked back at the Sweeping Monk and the others, and asked in bewilderment, "Is there something wrong with the education at your Shaomu Temple? How can there be such a hot-tempered, reckless, and indiscriminate fellow? He doesn't look like a monk at all."
"That's because I have a good temper. If it were anyone else, they would have slaughtered the entire Shaomu Temple. That's Cause and Effect."
Although it wasn't a big deal, it still made him very unhappy, and his impression of Buddhist Order dropped by several percentage points.
Daozheng trembled and lowered his head even further, almost touching his face to the ground. He knew he had made a grave mistake.
It's alright if he gets punished, but it would be troublesome if he brings disaster to Shaomu Temple.
"What the Grandmaster said is true. Our Shaomu Temple does indeed have a great flaw. In the past, we divided the monks into scholar monks and martial monks. Scholar monks mainly studied Buddhism, while martial monks mainly studied martial arts. Now it seems that this is not very reasonable."
The Sweeping Monk and the others appeared to be humbly accepting instruction, while simultaneously pondering whether there was truly a problem with this structure.
Seeing that the others were beginning to reflect, Wang Hao knew that his previous plan had been correct.
The reason I unleashed that earth-shattering punch earlier was to intimidate these Buddhist Order patriarchs. Otherwise, without that intimidating punch, would these old guys have been so obedient?
"That's exactly right, it's unreasonable. The core of martial arts in the world is its philosophy and ideology, and the philosophy and ideology of my Buddhist Order martial arts are all hidden in the Buddhist scriptures. If martial monks do not study the Buddhist scriptures and comprehend their essence, how can their martial arts progress smoothly?"
No wonder that apart from Damo and our ancestor, no one in your Central Plains Buddhist Order has broken through to the Shattering Realm, not even the Celestial Person Realm.
Wang Hao nodded and continued his charade.
It's not really a scam. Martial arts don't really emphasize principles and concepts at the beginning, but these become the focus in the later stages of training.
Many people know this principle, but few can calm down and read these seemingly useless classics.
Even if they realize their mistake later, it's too late; the foundation has already been flawed, and it's difficult to make amends. That's why there are so few Xiantian Grandmaster Realm in the martial arts world.
These words sent a jolt through the bodies of the Sweeping Monk and the others. Although they didn't feel enlightened, they began to pay even more attention to those Buddhist scriptures.
Although they knew this principle before, they hadn't paid much attention to it. Now, with the physique of this grandmaster, especially involving the two realms of the Celestial Person Realm and Shattering Realm, they had no choice but to take it seriously.
"Bring over your Buddhist scriptures and martial arts manuals so I can take a look. I'll also help you organize them; consider it payment for your room and food these past few days."
Before the Sweeping Monk and the others could speak, Wang Hao took the initiative to bring up the matter of reading martial arts classics.
He was genuinely afraid that these old guys would bring up the matter of the Damo's Four Great Divine Arts, because he himself did not have much knowledge of Buddhist Order martial arts and classics, so the Damo's Four Great Divine Arts he created was not very complete.
If I were to bring it out now, I might not be able to fool these old monks. So it would be best to first read through the Buddhist Order martial arts classics and then use them as a foundation to thoroughly perfect the Damo's Four Great Divine Arts.
Most importantly, one should increase one's Buddhist knowledge and strive to Simulation the Divine Charm of the lotus Buddha treasure in one's memory. Even if one can only Simulation a Sisi resemblance, the effect will be unimaginable for ordinary people. Then one can live a carefree life.