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That 'welcoming host' monk clasped his palms and said with an icy-cold voice, "Can't see!"
Peng Yingyu said again, "How about the Head of the Damo Hall or the Head of the Luohan Hall?"
That 'welcoming host' monk maintained his cold and indifferent look. "Can't see!" he said.
With a thundering voice Yin Tianzheng roared, "Bottom line: are you or are you not going to see us?" Both of his palms shot out with an earth-shattering force, 'bang!' he hit and broke a nearby pine tree into two; the top part, still with branches and leaves on it, collapsed to the ground, taking three crow nests with it.
The 'welcoming host' monk began to show fear on his face, he said, "You have come from afar, it is only proper for us to see you, but our elders are meditating in seclusion. Please come back later!" He bowed and clasped his palms, then turned around to leave.
Wei Yixiao's shadow flashed, blocking in front of the monk, he said, "I wonder how should we address Reverend?"
The 'welcoming host' monk said, "I can't say lowly monk's Buddhist name."
Wei Yixiao stretched out his hand and lightly slapped the monk's shoulder twice; he laughed and said, "Very good, very good! You repeatedly said 'Bu Jian' [Can't see] two words, turned out you are 'Bu Jian Da Shi' [Reverend 'Bu Jian' or Reverend Can't See], you are Kong Jian Shen Seng's [Divine Monk Kong Jian – the same 'Jian' character as 'Bu Jian'] martial brother. I wonder if the Yan Luo Wang [King of the Underworld] called you, 'Bu Jian Shen Seng', will you answer him?"
As the 'welcoming host' monk took the slap, a cold air flew from his shoulder to his chest; his body shook, his teeth chattered and his mouth made 'ge, ge' noises. Enduring all these he leaned sideways and slipped past Wei Yixiao; trembling and staggering all the way he ran back up the mountain.
"This fellow's internal strength is not Shaolin's," Wei Yixiao said.
Immediately Zhang Wuji recalled Yuan Zhen's internal strength, and admitted that Shaolin's internal strength was extraordinary. He said, "Bat King has slapped him twice with the 'han bing mian zhang' [cold-ice soft palm]; how can his grandmasters and his masters ignore it? Let us go up the mountain, I want to see if the senior monks truly do not want to see us."
Everybody knew a fierce fight would be unavoidable, Shaolin Sect was known as the Wulin world's 'tai shan bei dou' [Mount Tai and Big Dipper – meaning 'the ultimate']; over the last thousand of years it had enjoyed the reputation as the Undefeated Sect in the Jianghu. In the battle that would happen today finally they will see between the Ming Cult and the Shaolin Sect, which one was strong and which one was weak. Everybody's spirit was boosted a hundred folds; picking up their speed they climbed up the mountain. They realized Shaolin Temple's martial art experts were as abundant as the cloud; so the intensity of the incoming big battle would not be a small matter.
Less than the time needed to drink tea later they had arrived at the pavilion in front of the temple. Zhang Wuji recalled how as a kid he followed his grandmaster going up this mountain and saw the Shaolin Sect's Three Divine Monks right here in this pavilion. Although it was only a few years, but back then he was a lone thin and sickly kid; while today he was the Cult Leader of the Ming Cult, with all the honor and respect belonged to the position. He felt like the two visits were a world apart.
He saw that two of the pillars of the stone pavilion were broken; the stone table in the middle of the pavilion was turned upside down on the ground.
Shuo Bude laughed and said, "Shaolin Monks are brave and fierce; these two pillars are broken recently. It looks like they had a big fight only a few days ago and have not had any chance to fix it."
Zhou Dian said, "After winning the battle today, we can come back and tear this pavilion apart."
They waited at the pavilion, expecting a lot of martial art experts to come out of the temple; after exchanging pleasantries they were going to ask straightaway why Yin Liting fell under such a cruel hand. If the monks did not give them a satisfying answer, then they will resort to violence. Who would have thought that after waiting for half a day they did not see any movement from the temple. A moment later they saw that some people came out from the back of the temple and were going toward the mountain, from the distant it looked like there were forty, fifty people.
"Humph," Peng Yingyu said, "They are deploying people to set an ambush."
"Let's go into the temple!" Zhang Wuji said.
Immediately, with Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao on his left, Yin Tianzheng and Yin Yewang on his right, Tie Guan Daoren [Priest Tie Guan], Peng Yingyu, Zhou Dian and Shuo Bude, Four Wanderers behind him, Zhang Wuji entered the temple gate. Upon entering the 'da xiong bao dian' [great hero precious hall] they saw the sacrificial table in front of the image of Buddha was laying on its side, the incense burner fell and the ashes were scattered on the ground; but they couldn't see anyone there.
Shuo Bude laughed coldly and said, "As the Shaolin Sect people saw us coming, they were panic-stricken and confused that they knocked the incense burner over. Funny, very funny!"
In a clear voice Zhang Wuji said, "Ming Cult's Zhang Wuji, joined by Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao, and the other Cult Leaders have come to pay a visit. We wish to see the Abbot." His voice was not loud, but it was supported by abundant power that it echoed on the copper bell and the big drum hanging inside the hall, creating a buzzing noise throughout the hall.
Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and the others looked at each other, thinking, "Jiaozhu's internal energy is so profound, it truly is amazing. Even if Yang Jiaozhu [Cult Leader Yang] were still alive, his internal energy would still be inferior to this. It looks like in the incoming battle today our victory is imminent."
Zhang Wuji's voice could be heard in the front and rear courtyards, and all over the Shaolin Temple; yet after waiting for half an afternoon nobody came out.
"Hey!" Zhou Dian shouted, "Shaolin Temple Monks! Brothers! Are you playing hide and seek? Are you pretending to be a new bride?" His voice was louder than Zhang Wuji's, but the copper bell and the big drum were not buzzing.
They waited for a little bit longer; still nobody came out. Peng Yingyu said, "Suddenly I got a bad feeling about this temple; something is really wrong."
Zhou Dian laughed and said, "You are a monk entering a temple; this is your appropriate place, what do you mean something is wrong?"
"Ah," Tie Guan Daoren suddenly said, "Here is a piece of meditation stick cut by a blade."
"Ah!" Shuo Bude exclaimed, "There is a blotch of blood here!"
Zhou Dian laughed, "They must have remembered the battle of the Brightness Peak," he said, "Our Jiaozhu's reputation has spread far and wide, Shaolin Temple hangs high the truce flag! You see, they were so panic-stricken that they ran away dropping everything, including their weapons."
Tie Guan Daoren shook his head, "That's not right!" he said.
"Why not?" Zhou Dian asked.
Tie Guan Daoren said, "What about this blood stain?"
Zhou Dian replied, "Most likely they cut themselves in fright …" Speaking to this point he stopped, since he realized his idea was too far fetched. Right that moment a gust of wind blew, rising everybody's sleeve. "It's nice and cool!" Zhou Dian exclaimed. Suddenly they heard a loud crashing noise from the west, a big pine tree about a dozen 'zhang's away from them fell down.
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That 'welcoming host' monk clasped his palms and said with an icy-cold voice, "Can't see!"
Peng Yingyu said again, "How about the Head of the Damo Hall or the Head of the Luohan Hall?"
That 'welcoming host' monk maintained his cold and indifferent look. "Can't see!" he said.
With a thundering voice Yin Tianzheng roared, "Bottom line: are you or are you not going to see us?" Both of his palms shot out with an earth-shattering force, 'bang!' he hit and broke a nearby pine tree into two; the top part, still with branches and leaves on it, collapsed to the ground, taking three crow nests with it.
The 'welcoming host' monk began to show fear on his face, he said, "You have come from afar, it is only proper for us to see you, but our elders are meditating in seclusion. Please come back later!" He bowed and clasped his palms, then turned around to leave.
Wei Yixiao's shadow flashed, blocking in front of the monk, he said, "I wonder how should we address Reverend?"
The 'welcoming host' monk said, "I can't say lowly monk's Buddhist name."
Wei Yixiao stretched out his hand and lightly slapped the monk's shoulder twice; he laughed and said, "Very good, very good! You repeatedly said 'Bu Jian' [Can't see] two words, turned out you are 'Bu Jian Da Shi' [Reverend 'Bu Jian' or Reverend Can't See], you are Kong Jian Shen Seng's [Divine Monk Kong Jian – the same 'Jian' character as 'Bu Jian'] martial brother. I wonder if the Yan Luo Wang [King of the Underworld] called you, 'Bu Jian Shen Seng', will you answer him?"
As the 'welcoming host' monk took the slap, a cold air flew from his shoulder to his chest; his body shook, his teeth chattered and his mouth made 'ge, ge' noises. Enduring all these he leaned sideways and slipped past Wei Yixiao; trembling and staggering all the way he ran back up the mountain.
"This fellow's internal strength is not Shaolin's," Wei Yixiao said.
Immediately Zhang Wuji recalled Yuan Zhen's internal strength, and admitted that Shaolin's internal strength was extraordinary. He said, "Bat King has slapped him twice with the 'han bing mian zhang' [cold-ice soft palm]; how can his grandmasters and his masters ignore it? Let us go up the mountain, I want to see if the senior monks truly do not want to see us."
Everybody knew a fierce fight would be unavoidable, Shaolin Sect was known as the Wulin world's 'tai shan bei dou' [Mount Tai and Big Dipper – meaning 'the ultimate']; over the last thousand of years it had enjoyed the reputation as the Undefeated Sect in the Jianghu. In the battle that would happen today finally they will see between the Ming Cult and the Shaolin Sect, which one was strong and which one was weak. Everybody's spirit was boosted a hundred folds; picking up their speed they climbed up the mountain. They realized Shaolin Temple's martial art experts were as abundant as the cloud; so the intensity of the incoming big battle would not be a small matter.
Less than the time needed to drink tea later they had arrived at the pavilion in front of the temple. Zhang Wuji recalled how as a kid he followed his grandmaster going up this mountain and saw the Shaolin Sect's Three Divine Monks right here in this pavilion. Although it was only a few years, but back then he was a lone thin and sickly kid; while today he was the Cult Leader of the Ming Cult, with all the honor and respect belonged to the position. He felt like the two visits were a world apart.
He saw that two of the pillars of the stone pavilion were broken; the stone table in the middle of the pavilion was turned upside down on the ground.
Shuo Bude laughed and said, "Shaolin Monks are brave and fierce; these two pillars are broken recently. It looks like they had a big fight only a few days ago and have not had any chance to fix it."
Zhou Dian said, "After winning the battle today, we can come back and tear this pavilion apart."
They waited at the pavilion, expecting a lot of martial art experts to come out of the temple; after exchanging pleasantries they were going to ask straightaway why Yin Liting fell under such a cruel hand. If the monks did not give them a satisfying answer, then they will resort to violence. Who would have thought that after waiting for half a day they did not see any movement from the temple. A moment later they saw that some people came out from the back of the temple and were going toward the mountain, from the distant it looked like there were forty, fifty people.
"Humph," Peng Yingyu said, "They are deploying people to set an ambush."
"Let's go into the temple!" Zhang Wuji said.
Immediately, with Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao on his left, Yin Tianzheng and Yin Yewang on his right, Tie Guan Daoren [Priest Tie Guan], Peng Yingyu, Zhou Dian and Shuo Bude, Four Wanderers behind him, Zhang Wuji entered the temple gate. Upon entering the 'da xiong bao dian' [great hero precious hall] they saw the sacrificial table in front of the image of Buddha was laying on its side, the incense burner fell and the ashes were scattered on the ground; but they couldn't see anyone there.
Shuo Bude laughed coldly and said, "As the Shaolin Sect people saw us coming, they were panic-stricken and confused that they knocked the incense burner over. Funny, very funny!"
In a clear voice Zhang Wuji said, "Ming Cult's Zhang Wuji, joined by Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao, and the other Cult Leaders have come to pay a visit. We wish to see the Abbot." His voice was not loud, but it was supported by abundant power that it echoed on the copper bell and the big drum hanging inside the hall, creating a buzzing noise throughout the hall.
Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and the others looked at each other, thinking, "Jiaozhu's internal energy is so profound, it truly is amazing. Even if Yang Jiaozhu [Cult Leader Yang] were still alive, his internal energy would still be inferior to this. It looks like in the incoming battle today our victory is imminent."
Zhang Wuji's voice could be heard in the front and rear courtyards, and all over the Shaolin Temple; yet after waiting for half an afternoon nobody came out.
"Hey!" Zhou Dian shouted, "Shaolin Temple Monks! Brothers! Are you playing hide and seek? Are you pretending to be a new bride?" His voice was louder than Zhang Wuji's, but the copper bell and the big drum were not buzzing.
They waited for a little bit longer; still nobody came out. Peng Yingyu said, "Suddenly I got a bad feeling about this temple; something is really wrong."
Zhou Dian laughed and said, "You are a monk entering a temple; this is your appropriate place, what do you mean something is wrong?"
"Ah," Tie Guan Daoren suddenly said, "Here is a piece of meditation stick cut by a blade."
"Ah!" Shuo Bude exclaimed, "There is a blotch of blood here!"
Zhou Dian laughed, "They must have remembered the battle of the Brightness Peak," he said, "Our Jiaozhu's reputation has spread far and wide, Shaolin Temple hangs high the truce flag! You see, they were so panic-stricken that they ran away dropping everything, including their weapons."
Tie Guan Daoren shook his head, "That's not right!" he said.
"Why not?" Zhou Dian asked.
Tie Guan Daoren said, "What about this blood stain?"
Zhou Dian replied, "Most likely they cut themselves in fright …" Speaking to this point he stopped, since he realized his idea was too far fetched. Right that moment a gust of wind blew, rising everybody's sleeve. "It's nice and cool!" Zhou Dian exclaimed. Suddenly they heard a loud crashing noise from the west, a big pine tree about a dozen 'zhang's away from them fell down.
That 'welcoming host' monk clasped his palms and said with an icy-cold voice, "Can't see!"Peng Yingyu said again, "How about the Head of the Damo Hall or the Head of the Luohan Hall?"That 'welcoming host' monk maintained his cold and indifferent look. "Can't see!" he said.With a thundering voice Yin Tianzheng roared, "Bottom line: are you or are you not going to see us?" Both of his palms shot out with an earth-shattering force, 'bang!' he hit and broke a nearby pine tree into two; the top part, still with branches and leaves on it, collapsed to the ground, taking three crow nests with it.The 'welcoming host' monk began to show fear on his face, he said, "You have come from afar, it is only proper for us to see you, but our elders are meditating in seclusion. Please come back later!" He bowed and clasped his palms, then turned around to leave.Wei Yixiao's shadow flashed, blocking in front of the monk, he said, "I wonder how should we address Reverend?"The 'welcoming host' monk said, "I can't say lowly monk's Buddhist name."Wei Yixiao stretched out his hand and lightly slapped the monk's shoulder twice; he laughed and said, "Very good, very good! You repeatedly said 'Bu Jian' Can't see two words, turned out you are 'Bu Jian Da Shi' Reverend 'Bu Jian' or Reverend Can't See, you are Kong Jian Shen Seng's Divine Monk Kong Jian the same 'Jian' character as 'Bu Jian' martial brother. I wonder if the Yan Luo Wang King of the Underworld called you, 'Bu Jian Shen Seng', will you answer him?"As the 'welcoming host' monk took the slap, a cold air flew from his shoulder to his chest; his body shook, his teeth chattered and his mouth made 'ge, ge' noises. Enduring all these he leaned sideways and slipped past Wei Yixiao; trembling and staggering all the way he ran back up the mountain."This fellow's internal strength is not Shaolin's," Wei Yixiao said.Immediately Zhang Wuji recalled Yuan Zhen's internal strength, and admitted that Shaolin's internal strength was extraordinary. He said, "Bat King has slapped him twice with the 'han bing mian zhang' cold-ice soft palm; how can his grandmasters and his masters ignore it? Let us go up the mountain, I want to see if the senior monks truly do not want to see us."Everybody knew a fierce fight would be unavoidable, Shaolin Sect was known as the Wulin world's 'tai shan bei dou' Mount Tai and Big Dipper meaning 'the ultimate'; over the last thousand of years it had enjoyed the reputation as the Undefeated Sect in the Jianghu. In the battle that would happen today finally they will see between the Ming Cult and the Shaolin Sect, which one was strong and which one was weak. Everybody's spirit was boosted a hundred folds; picking up their speed they climbed up the mountain. They realized Shaolin Temple's martial art experts were as abundant as the cloud; so the intensity of the incoming big battle would not be a small matter.Less than the time needed to drink tea later they had arrived at the pavilion in front of the temple. Zhang Wuji recalled how as a kid he followed his grandmaster going up this mountain and saw the Shaolin Sect's Three Divine Monks right here in this pavilion. Although it was only a few years, but back then he was a lone thin and sickly kid; while today he was the Cult Leader of the Ming Cult, with all the honor and respect belonged to the position. He felt like the two visits were a world apart.He saw that two of the pillars of the stone pavilion were broken; the stone table in the middle of the pavilion was turned upside down on the ground.Shuo Bude laughed and said, "Shaolin Monks are brave and fierce; these two pillars are broken recently. It looks like they had a big fight only a few days ago and have not had any chance to fix it."Zhou Dian said, "After winning the battle today, we can come back and tear this pavilion apart."They waited at the pavilion, expecting a lot of martial art experts to come out of the temple; after exchanging pleasantries they were going to ask straightaway why Yin Liting fell under such a cruel hand. If the monks did not give them a satisfying answer, then they will resort to violence. Who would have thought that after waiting for half a day they did not see any movement from the temple. A moment later they saw that some people came out from the back of the temple and were going toward the mountain, from the distant it looked like there were forty, fifty people."Humph," Peng Yingyu said, "They are deploying people to set an ambush.""Let's go into the temple!" Zhang Wuji said.Immediately, with Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao on his left, Yin Tianzheng and Yin Yewang on his right, Tie Guan Daoren Priest Tie Guan, Peng Yingyu, Zhou Dian and Shuo Bude, Four Wanderers behind him, Zhang Wuji entered the temple gate. Upon entering the 'da xiong bao dian' great hero precious hall they saw the sacrificial table in front of the image of Buddha was laying on its side, the incense burner fell and the ashes were scattered on the ground; but they couldn't see anyone there.Shuo Bude laughed coldly and said, "As the Shaolin Sect people saw us coming, they were panic-stricken and confused that they knocked the incense burner over. Funny, very funny!"In a clear voice Zhang Wuji said, "Ming Cult's Zhang Wuji, joined by Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao, and the other Cult Leaders have come to pay a visit. We wish to see the Abbot." His voice was not loud, but it was supported by abundant power that it echoed on the copper bell and the big drum hanging inside the hall, creating a buzzing noise throughout the hall.Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and the others looked at each other, thinking, "Jiaozhu's internal energy is so profound, it truly is amazing. Even if Yang Jiaozhu Cult Leader Yang were still alive, his internal energy would still be inferior to this. It looks like in the incoming battle today our victory is imminent."Zhang Wuji's voice could be heard in the front and rear courtyards, and all over the Shaolin Temple; yet after waiting for half an afternoon nobody came out."Hey!" Zhou Dian shouted, "Shaolin Temple Monks! Brothers! Are you playing hide and seek? Are you pretending to be a new bride?" His voice was louder than Zhang Wuji's, but the copper bell and the big drum were not buzzing.They waited for a little bit longer; still nobody came out. Peng Yingyu said, "Suddenly I got a bad feeling about this temple; something is really wrong."Zhou Dian laughed and said, "You are a monk entering a temple; this is your appropriate place, what do you mean something is wrong?""Ah," Tie Guan Daoren suddenly said, "Here is a piece of meditation stick cut by a blade.""Ah!" Shuo Bude exclaimed, "There is a blotch of blood here!"Zhou Dian laughed, "They must have remembered the battle of the Brightness Peak," he said, "Our Jiaozhu's reputation has spread far and wide, Shaolin Temple hangs high the truce flag! You see, they were so panic-stricken that they ran away dropping everything, including their weapons."Tie Guan Daoren shook his head, "That's not right!" he said."Why not?" Zhou Dian asked.Tie Guan Daoren said, "What about this blood stain?"Zhou Dian replied, "Most likely they cut themselves in fright " Speaking to this point he stopped, since he realized his idea was too far fetched. Right that moment a gust of wind blew, rising everybody's sleeve. "It's nice and cool!" Zhou Dian exclaimed. Suddenly they heard a loud crashing noise from the west, a big pine tree about a dozen 'zhang's away from them fell down.
