EFB Chapter 38 Sect Secrets, Four Sides of Sound
Chapter 38 Sect Secrets, Four Sides of Sound
"The old monk has incredibly strong palm strikes."
This thought flashed through Li Xin's mind.
The fiery energy in his arm seemed to be alive, rushing upwards along his Laogong and ulna fossae, heading straight for his heart...
Bang!
A hand landed on my shoulder.
The familiar blazing palm force passed through his body, heading straight for his right arm, forcing the fiery energy out of his body.
The wind whistled past my side.
But his master had already turned to face him, and his right palm struck out silently as if it had fallen a thousand pounds.
The monk Jinzhong's face appeared even more stern.
With a slight shift in his footing, he bypassed the corpse of his eldest disciple, forming the [Fearless Lion Seal] with both hands, neither dodging nor avoiding.
At the same time, a palm strike landed on Cheng Yuanhua's right chest.
He had already been hit in the waist and rib area by the [Qian Yuan Fierce Fire Palm].
Both of them trembled slightly.
Sweat poured down like rain.
Cheng Yuanhua's right chest caved in slightly, his face flushed red and then turned pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He took a deep breath, and his complexion returned to normal.
The fat monk, however, had a face as white as paper, his lips tightly pressed together, and he remained silent.
He swayed slightly, then scooped up the bodies of Le Wuba and Nadahe with one hand each, and in a few strides, he was already out of the courtyard.
His figure left several afterimages as he returned to the carriage.
As soon as the carriage started moving, someone cracked a whip.
They left quickly, making a clattering sound...
The remaining monks, both male and female, looked terrified and turned to run away without uttering a single word.
Li Xin's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his hand touched the short spear at his waist.
Before he could even make a move, Cheng Yuanhua grabbed his arm.
"No need to chase, Monk Jinzhong still has a trump card."
"Don't let his more severe injuries fool you; if pushed to the limit, he can use the [White Bone Sacrifice Technique] to sacrifice his flesh and blood, gaining immense power in return."
"Master."
Li Xin had guessed it, which was precisely why he didn't draw his gun immediately.
He himself wasn't sure whether he should pursue and kill them.
He had thoroughly observed the old monk's skills.
The opponent not only possessed the Vajra Body, but also had external martial arts skills.
Furthermore, his blood and energy surged like a torrent, and his strength reached a transcendent level.
He had just used his disciple Le Wuba's body to send a stream of Kundalini Yin energy into his own body through the method of transferring power through borrowed objects, which had already proven a lot.
The energy seemed to come alive.
If it weren't for my master's palm strike to counter and expel the poisonous energy, I would probably have been seriously injured by the opponent's neutralizing palm strike.
"My physique is still lacking. Even if I use the divine will of Erlang Shen to visualize and use the divine strike to stimulate my potential, I still cannot close the gap with such a master."
Being backward invites aggression; that's a fact we must acknowledge. If a true life-or-death struggle were to occur, with current methods, the best we could hope for is a clean retreat. A protracted conflict would inevitably carry danger.
He silently calculated the comparison of the two sides' combat strength.
Li Xin had to admit this.
Moreover, he knew that with just his revolver, he wouldn't be very effective against a master like Monk Jinzhong.
Just like my master, Cheng Yuanhua.
A pistol can only be used to restrain someone.
Under the influence of a sense of crisis, even though Monk Jinzhong's martial arts skills were slightly inferior to his master's, and his ability to dodge bullets wasn't as strong, his robust physique could compensate for that.
Li Xin even had doubts.
His own pistol bullets might not be able to penetrate the old monk's Vajra body.
It would be rather ridiculous if a bullet hit someone and they didn't dodge or evade, but instead got stuck in their flesh and couldn't be penetrated.
This is not without basis.
Previously, when he used all his strength to kill Le Wuba.
It felt like cutting skin and bones, as if cutting raw iron.
The immense resistance nearly prevented him from piercing the opponent's head.
The apprentice's body is so tough and indestructible.
Master will definitely become stronger.
"You're very good, Xin'er, don't feel sorry for yourself. Over the years, the Great Snow Mountain has only ever benefited and never suffered any losses."
Our capital city has so many famous artists, and they have suppressed them for over a hundred years.
Today, I was able to kill two of Jin Zhong's disciples, which finally vented my anger.
"More than a hundred years?"
Li Xin was surprised; this was the first time he had ever heard this claim.
No ancient books or sayings have been passed down from my previous life.
Perhaps it's to avoid offending those in power, or perhaps there are certain things that are not allowed to be spread.
His behavior during his school days was actually quite strange.
In the mountains and wilderness, there are many extraordinary people, each with profound martial arts skills and mysterious methods.
But why did no one storm the palace during this era?
Many years before that, legend has it that a female knight-errant stormed into the palace and almost succeeded.
But in the midst of great chaos, they didn't launch any decent attacks.
Is it that they don't want to?
It should not be.
Cheng Yuanhua shook his head, coughed twice, and said with a wry smile, "Disciple, you must have heard the legends of the two sects, the six unique masters, and the eighteen famous families in the capital. These are the top martial arts masters in the capital."
But in reality, only martial arts masters are included in the ranking; some people are not. Especially the two major sects of this dynasty.
Which two religious sects?
Li Xin was greatly surprised, "Besides the Great Snow Mountain, there's something else?"
"There is also the Longevity Cult, whose purpose is somewhat different from ours, strictly speaking."
Its methods are mysterious and are not some kind of martial arts.
The Golden Bell Monk and the Silver Vase Monk—these two are quite famous and powerful, right? They were both rather unsuccessful disciples of Master Wuchang Benyuan.
They can't learn those amazing skills either. They can only run errands and get things done.
Monk Jinzhong revered and indulged in a life of extreme luxury and arrogance...
He also established a cult called Bliss, secretly collecting beautiful women, as well as young boys and girls.
I had been secretly investigating for a long time and discovered that there were other experts providing support behind the scenes... but the leads had run dry several times, so I couldn't continue the investigation.
"Damn it, this kind of evil monk deserves to go to Avici Hell!" Cheng Feiyan was so angry that her teeth itched.
The kind of master produces the kind of disciple.
The two disciples taught by the monk Jinzhong, especially the one named Nadahe, were extremely vicious and used foul language without any restraint.
This reveals how he behaves in his daily life.
Needless to say, the monk Jinzhong, who was the master, was also highly regarded.
"It's not that no one wants to kill him. My friend and I once plotted to do so, but before we could even begin, strange things started happening around us..."
Cheng Yuanhua seemed unwilling to say more, only shaking his head: "Actually, even if we could kill him today, we shouldn't. That matter is at a critical moment, and we must not anger the Great Snow Mountain."
Otherwise, if the situation in the capital changes, unexpected complications may arise.
"Master, just how powerful is the Great Snow Mountain's influence in the capital?"
Li Xin was still somewhat puzzled.
Cheng Yuanhua pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I don't know exactly how strong he is. The old monk Wuchang Benyuan is very mysterious; no one has ever seen him make a move. Perhaps he has made a move before, but the dead can't see it, so we can't say for sure."
This monk has two disciples, four consorts, and eight Asuras as protectors of this heretical sect; each one is extraordinary. These are the experts we can openly learn about.
Being called a master by his master Cheng Yuanhua, he certainly couldn't be weak.
Li Xin sighed, "With such strength, wouldn't they be able to walk around the capital with impunity? No wonder no one dares to provoke them."
"It's true that no one bothers them, not entirely because of their strength, but because of their status and position."
But to say that they can walk sideways is not necessarily true.
I heard that a red-clad figure has arrived from the East, accompanied by several holy knights. Experts from countries such as the United States, Russia, and Japan are also arriving one after another. I wonder why?
The gathering of these people in the capital greatly alarmed both the Great Snow Mountain Sect and the Longevity Sect, causing them to retreat into the palace and consolidate their power.
At this point, Cheng Yuanhua added a word of advice: "Xin'er, if you encounter any religious figures, it's best not to provoke them."
No one knows what kind of skills they possess. As martial artists, we are not afraid of a real fight; at most, we'll fight to the death, with blood splattering everywhere.
The most troublesome thing is that you don't know where the attack is coming from, nor what kind of methods the opponent has. Fighting with that knowledge would put you at a huge disadvantage.
"What about our sect?"
Li Xin thought about it and agreed; there were many stories in history that had been lost in the long river of time.
Their skills have been passed down for thousands of years, so they must have some special expertise.
Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Maybe so.
In particular, the [Divine Strike Manual] that he obtained was clearly from the Shangqing School.
I don't know why others have to consult gods to get even a smattering of knowledge, while I can learn it directly? It must be the effect of that status bar in my mind, or perhaps it's due to the nature of my power.
So, if there's a protective method like the "Divine Strike Secret Manual," are there other, even more mysterious abilities?
If I have the chance in the future, I should look for it and ask around.
"What sect do we have?" Cheng Yuanhua shook his head: "Under the suppression of the human dragon energy, we cannot become a prominent sect and will disappear into the long river of time sooner or later."
Perhaps some sects may have inherited fragments of their teachings, but they can only make a living by catching ghosts and driving corpses among the common people.
There must be something fishy about severing the dragon vein. At the time, the seas were indeed calm and the rivers were clear, but now it seems that the consequences have been disastrous...
"Let's not talk about this anymore, Xin'er. During this time, you should stay home and cultivate diligently, and don't provoke them again."
Wouldn't it be better to wait until we are stronger and invincible before taking action?
By the way, aren't you aiming to become the top martial arts champion? You need to learn military strategy, horsemanship, and archery.
Feiyan, when are you going to take your junior brother to visit your Uncle Zhang? He passed the martial arts examination and has some experience with it.
"This is easy to handle, Uncle Zhang is the most agreeable person," Cheng Feiyan said with a smile, then noticed that her elder brother's expression was a little off, and she suddenly realized something:
"Why did you rush back today, brother? Weren't you the guard, on guard against assassination attempts?"
"I couldn't leave. But someone told me that our family was going to be attacked. I was worried about that, so I rushed back."
"You came back as soon as the monk arrived. Do you have some kind of precognitive ability?"
Also, Yuan Shun, Wang Er Ya, and the others returned to the escort agency before dawn. They met me in the early morning and asked me a question.
I heard their goods were robbed by Black Tiger Stronghold, and they're currently gathering men to leave the city.
"It's a counterattack; Mr. Tan and Mr. Yang are in danger."
The two siblings exchanged a glance, their faces filled with horror.
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Afterwards, Master Cheng Yuanhua, disregarding his own injuries, took Cheng Dalong and Cheng Feiyan out.
Li Xin was instructed to go home and study and practice martial arts.
This period is for rest and recuperation.
They also said that the Golden Bell Monk was seriously injured and would definitely not dare to come out for a while.
Tell him not to worry.
Li Xin had no complaints about his master's deep affection and care.
Thinking to himself, he would hone the energy manipulation techniques he had learned today, and then he would experience a period of rapid progress.
It can make up for one of my weaknesses.
After leaving the Cheng family courtyard, he walked back to the Fire God Temple.
I looked up at the sky, then at the white walls and green tiles, and could hardly believe my eyes.
It's not even noon yet, why are the shops already closed?
Upon closer inspection.
His eyebrows stood on end.
The stove in the shop was extinguished by water, and blue smoke and steam billowed out.
The ground was a mess, tables and chairs were broken, pots and pans were scattered everywhere, and soup was spilled all over the place.
You can still hear the argument going on inside the courtyard.
"Search! I refuse to believe we won't find stolen goods."
A fierce and domineering voice came from behind, and you could also hear Xiaoyue's soft sobs.
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