While on Mount Hua, my mind is at peace!

Chapter 10 Killing the Old Monk of Wangfu Temple

Seeing that Guangxing was about to reprimand Deng Jun again, Yu Canghai waved his hand and said, "Hearing what you said, nephew Deng, reminds me of a thief I met near the Southern Shaolin Temple in Putian."

Then, Yu Canghai recounted the details of how the Songshan Sect thieves impersonated disciples of the Southern Shaolin Temple, harassed the Qingcheng Sect members, and were defeated and forced to flee.

"When I left Putian, Abbot Haiku of the Southern Shaolin Temple specifically asked me to keep an eye out for that thief in the martial arts world. Now it seems that he might have his eye on your temple again right here at the foot of Huangbo Mountain."

Deng Jun frowned slightly as he listened from the side. He thought to himself that the man who killed Hou Renying but let him go was obviously targeting the Qingcheng Sect. How could Yu Canghai's words have turned it into targeting Wangfu Temple?

Therefore, it seems that Yu Canghai's claim that he was entrusted by the abbot of the Southern Shaolin Temple is probably not entirely untrue, and this person cannot be trusted!

"Abbot Yu, you..."

"How dare you! Did I give you permission to speak?"

Deng Jun had barely opened his mouth when Guang Xing shouted and interrupted him. He gritted his teeth, shut his mouth, and suddenly thought of that dashing figure leaving the main hall of the Drunken Flower Pavilion.

We are both rising stars in the martial arts world, so why is he able to do whatever he wants without any constraints? What exactly is the difference between him and me?

Deng Jun was preoccupied with this question and didn't hear the conversation between Yu Canghai and Guangxing. Suddenly, a loud "slap" rang out, and he received a heavy slap across the face. Guangxing angrily shouted, "Didn't you hear me talking to you? Why didn't you answer!"

Feeling the burning pain on his cheek, Deng Jun said in a low voice, "Disciple was distracted just now, please forgive me, Master. What did Master just say?"

"I told you to work with Master Yu's top disciple to thoroughly search the area around this temple and find that thief for your master and Master Yu. Master Yu said that the thief hasn't succeeded yet and certainly won't leave this place. Go and do it now!"

Deng Jun gave Yu Canghai a deep look, and Yu Canghai smiled in response. Deng Jun bowed to the two of them and turned to leave.

……

Yue Feng fought Hou Renying and Deng Jun to a great victory. After settling Xuan'er in, he found another inn in town and booked a superior room.

In the battle against Deng Jun, it seemed like a sure victory, but in reality, he still benefited from the initial advantage of using the Golden Bell Shield. Later, he used the Songshan Sword Technique to counter Deng Jun's palm techniques. Although his defense was solid and made Deng Jun impenetrable, it would not be easy to defeat or even kill Deng Jun.

We still need to add more, add a lot more!

Thinking of this, Yue Feng brought up the panel. He reviewed his martial arts skills and felt that only the Golden Bell Shield had significant room for improvement. However, it took 50 points to upgrade the Golden Bell Shield from beginner to minor mastery; to upgrade it to mastery, he would need at least 100 points to be on the safe side.

Yue Feng looked at the number of remaining access points displayed on the panel and sighed.

He followed the Qingcheng Sect all the way here, working tirelessly and stealing moments of leisure to earn 20 Tongda points; he earned 15 points for killing Hou Renying and another 10 points for teaching Deng Jun a lesson. Adding the 10 points he had before, he now has a total of 55 points left, almost halfway to his goal of 100.

If there were enough time, no matter how many routes there were, it wouldn't be a problem. However, Huangbo Mountain wasn't too far from Fuzhou, and if Yue Feng wanted to be able to fight Yu Canghai before arriving in Fuzhou, the time left for him was very tight.

Why don't you go check out Wangfu Temple? The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect are all there. If you're lucky, you might be able to earn some Tongda Points.

As for the monks of Wangfu Temple… as a small local temple, they are far beyond the reach of even the Southern Shaolin Temple, let alone the Northern Shaolin Temple. It's not a crime that Guangxing wanted to curry favor with Yu Canghai as he passed through Huangbo Mountain. Yue Feng doesn't plan to specifically target them yet.

Yue Feng made up his mind and set off immediately. He took his single-edged sword and put on the Asura Mask. He used his lightness skill and soon arrived at the foot of Huangbo Mountain. The mountain forest was quiet and deserted. On a whim, Yue Feng began to wander around the mountain.

As he strolled along, a night breeze began to rise, dispersing the light clouds that had obscured the moon. Under the moonlight, Yue Feng could vaguely make out a sizable courtyard in the distance, with extremely high walls and a very large gate. Relying on his perfected Huashan Qi Gong, he could faintly hear some activity inside the courtyard, as if a group of people were gathered there, discussing something.

Yue Feng's curiosity was piqued. As the saying goes, "One should not allow others to sleep soundly beside one's bed," so how could there be such a large landlord's mansion next to Wangfu Temple? Moreover, it was all alone and exuded a strange aura. He took a step forward and soon arrived outside the courtyard wall, pressing his ear against the wall, wanting to listen to what was happening inside.

"Um...ah...have mercy on me...please have mercy on me..."

Upon hearing this, Yue Feng frowned immediately. He had spent three days with Xuan'er at the Drunken Flower Pavilion, and he understood all too well what such commotion meant. But why? Why would there be such a place for group sex in these mountains, outside the Buddhist temple? And who were the people in the courtyard?

Although the courtyard wall was high, it was no problem for Yue Feng. He leaped lightly, his eyes almost reaching the top of the wall, when suddenly a strong gust of wind pressed down on him, and someone struck him on the head with a palm strike.

Yue Feng sensed that the enemy's palm strike was similar in nature to Deng Jun's, but even more powerful, clearly indicating that the enemy's skill was superior to Deng Jun's. While still in mid-air, his sword was already drawn, the sound as soft as wind breaking a branch, the blade flashing like a crescent moon towards the enemy's wrist.

Upon seeing Yue Feng's unusual swordsmanship, the attacker immediately withdrew his hand and jumped outside the courtyard wall. He was an old monk with a lewd appearance. He landed very lightly, just like Yue Feng, deliberately so that no one in the courtyard would hear him.

The old monk had barely landed when Yue Feng's single-edged sword was thrust at him. The old monk faced Yue Feng's precious sword with his bare hands, showing no fear, and gradually gained the upper hand.

It turned out that although Yue Feng's sword technique was a secret move of the Demonic Sect elder, it was incomplete and could not unleash its full power; while the old monk's internal strength, palm techniques, and experience all surpassed Yue Feng's. With this shift in power, the situation became what it was.

Seeing that Yue Feng was gradually losing his strength, the old monk intensified his attack, determined to kill Yue Feng as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, Yue Feng unleashed a strike, but his internal energy was impure, causing the blade to deviate an inch from its intended trajectory. The old monk immediately seized the opportunity, deflecting Yue Feng's single-edged sword with one palm strike and then striking Yue Feng's chest with the other.

At that moment, another palm strike came from the dense forest beside them, aiming for the old monk's back. The old monk realized that the palm strike posed little threat to him, so he ignored it, determined to kill Yue Feng first.

Seeing the old monk's actions, Deng Jun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he increased the pressure in his palm. The old monk withdrew one hand to block Deng Jun's palm strike, while his other hand quietly pressed against Yue Feng's chest.

Yue Feng groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but the single-edged sword in his right hand had already turned around, and the blade flashed past the old monk's throat.

The old monk wore an incredulous expression, utterly disbelieving that Yue Feng, having taken a blow to the chest, could still retaliate with his sword. His body slowly collapsed to the ground, blood spurting from the wound and forming a crimson fountain in the dark night.