Chapter 8, Threats

Only in my heart, I keep cursing: "Damn it! Today, I, the young master, am having a streak of bad luck, having suffered eight lifetimes of misfortune, only to run into you, you turtle bastard. Next time, I will call upon Brother Duolong, a group of imperial guards, as well as Xu Tianchuan and Feng Jizhong, along with my wives, to capture you, pull down your pants, and give you eighty lashes, making you cry out 'Grandfather, spare me!' It cannot be! If you go to prison again, I will treat you to free chili water and a tiger-headed stool... If you go to prison again, I will treat you to free chili water and a tiger-headed stool..."

Fang Ming struck behind Wei Xiaobao's neck, causing him to lose consciousness immediately. He then swiftly stripped the valuable clothing from the other party and donned it himself

The abbot of the monastery furrowed his brow, thinking that this Jingming was still a youth. If he had suffered grievances within the temple and was venting his anger, it would be understandable. Thus, he spoke up.

The target of this wicked being is the Sutra Repository

The kind intentions of the abbot's master are well understood, yet I am but a foolish person who must see it now! The true reason cannot be disclosed, so Fang Ming can only resort to nonsensical arguments.

I apologize, Master!" Fang Ming said with a faint apology, yet the dagger in his hand tightened even more.

Bending down to search, he pulled out Wei Xiaobao's extremely sharp dagger and pressed it directly against his neck: "Do not move recklessly, otherwise, your dagger does not have eyes!"

This is indeed a high monk of the Hui character lineage, and also a high-ranking official who has renounced the world for the emperor. The other monks were momentarily at a loss as to how to respond, and could only exchange glances, stepping back a few paces.

The two young monks immediately ran into the Sutra Repository, shouting loudly. Originally, more than half of the monks inside the repository had been drawn out by the commotion. After the two young monks went to spread the news and call for others, in less than a moment, the entire Sutra Repository was completely empty.

First of all, this is the Shaolin Temple, which emphasizes a heart of compassion. Even in the event of failure and capture, one would merely be detained and questioned gradually. Tonight, at the hour of the rat, one can free oneself from the world of "The Deer and the Cauldron." What is there to fear?

Fang Ming took out a copper coin and tossed it

If you behave, I will ensure your safety; otherwise...

Fang Ming threatened

Although Wei Xiaobao is a child, his grasp on the front still made Fang Ming feel a bit embarrassed and angry

In a sudden turn of events, the monks were caught off guard and had no time to react. Upon witnessing Jingming displaying his formidable power and defeating two adversaries, they were astonished to see him unexpectedly seize his grandmaster, leaving them all dumbfounded and unsure of how to respond.

Master Hui Cong let out a bitter smile and recited the name of Amitabha Buddha

Is this behavior not that of spies from another faction attempting to steal the martial arts of our temple?" Upon seeing Fang Ming like this, several monks of the Cheng character generation exchanged glances, all sensing an ominous premonition

Fang Ming shouted loudly. He was aware that there were many high monks from Shaolin and numerous masters of hidden weapons, but no matter how skilled one was, at a distance of twenty zhang, the accuracy would significantly decrease. Moreover, with Wei Xiaobao in hand, the opposing party had to be cautious.

This formidable weapon, capable of splitting hairs and severing strands, was even more terrifying during the era of "The Deer and the Cauldron." Just by observing how Wei Xiaobao relied on the three treasures of the precious robe, the precious sword, and the knockout drug to traverse the martial world and defeat countless renowned masters, one can grasp its formidable nature

And wait! Do you think I am unaware that Shaolin has other arrangements in the Sutra Repository? Quickly summon those hidden high monks, otherwise...

"Jingming's disciple, what are you doing? Hurry up and put down Huiming's master!"

Unable to resolve the matter for the time being, but seeing that Fang Ming was urging very urgently, I could only give a brief instruction to the two young monks beside me

This matter was a plan he had devised for a long time; although it carries some risks, in reality, it is not a significant issue.

I am not aggrieved; I merely admire the profound words and teachings of the eminent monks and virtuous masters enshrined in the Sutra Repository, as well as their profound martial arts skills. However, I find myself unable to gain entry, which has led me to resort to this inferior strategy. I hope my esteemed teachers will not take offense at this

He has been here for nearly six months, so he is naturally familiar with the surroundings. He arrived at a lake area along a well-known path. In the middle of the lake stands a two-story ancient pavilion, connected by a single wooden bridge. The plaque at the entrance bears the three large characters "Cangjing Pavilion." This is the Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion, built in the middle of a small lake to facilitate timely fire extinguishing and to prevent damage to the precious ancient texts.

"Do not come any closer! Otherwise, I will kill him immediately!" Fang Ming raised Wei Xiaobao high in his hand

Nature! Nature! Whatever you ask me to do, I will do it!" Wei Xiaobao nodded vigorously.

Master Huicong understood that although Chengguan was naive and romantic, his martial arts skills were secretly the best in the temple. Since he said it was not the case, then it certainly was not.

The interior of this scripture repository is filled with wooden shelves, and there is a scent of insect repellent. Some ancient texts have yellowed pages, yet they remain well-preserved, while there are also some tattered and fragmented pages neatly arranged on the lower shelves.

Wei Xiaobao silently cried out in distress, truly not daring to move at all, not even blinking his eyelids.

Moreover, he also provided the final deadline for the return of the hostages. Presumably, under normal circumstances, the monks would not resort to a desperate situation.

wwwhetushu.com is still not enough! Give me twenty zhang away, otherwise I will cut off one of his arms!

This is a high monk who has taken vows on behalf of the Emperor. If he were to fall into this situation, even Master Huicong would not fare well, and the entire Shaolin Temple would face dire consequences.

I can't believe it! There really is!

Although these three old monks were as thin as a rake, seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment, just looking at them made Fang Ming break out in a cold sweat.

He suddenly exerted force with his hand, and Wei Xiaobao immediately cried out loudly, with large drops of tears streaming down his face: "Hero! Grandfather, spare my life!"

Amitabha! As the sound of the Buddha's name resonated, Master Huicong finally arrived with Chengguan, Chengtong, and other senior members of the temple, among them was Chengzhi, who was staring at Fangming with a look of disbelief on his face

I had seen this person before he entered the temple; he possesses no other sect's martial arts, and his background is also clear and well understood

At this moment, the commotion outside the temple finally attracted the monks of the Cheng character lineage, along with eight officiating monks from the Precepts Institute, who lined up in a row, their sharp gazes fixed on Fang Ming, causing the hairs on his body to stand on end

Only the sounds of mechanisms such as creaking and clicking could be heard from within the Sutra Repository, and then three emaciated old monks emerged.

Quickly searching through the entire cabinet, there were gains.

Moreover, the Sutra Repository is surrounded by water on all sides, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack, with only a single wooden bridge for access, facilitating monitoring and reading

Let all the monks in the Sutra Repository come out!" Fang Ming shouted loudly, raising the Wei Xiaobao in his hand, filled with a sense of threat

At this moment, numerous monks finally reacted.

It now appears that the plan is proceeding smoothly

What is not ?

"Jingming! Do not put down the butcher's knife!" Chengzhi Murang shouted loudly, adopting a lion's roar posture

The Shaolin Scripture Repository is naturally a place that Fang Ming has long coveted, but usually, there are many high monks here, and the guards are extremely strict, making it impossible for him to infiltrate. But now? With Wei Xiaobao as his human talisman, he is naturally fearless

Fang Ming was not very confident about this matter; he merely intended to bluff the other party. Unexpectedly, he actually managed to lure out a few big sharks. These three old monks clearly possessed extremely high martial arts skills and were likely the last trump card of Shaolin. If they were to suddenly attack while he was studying the scriptures, it would undoubtedly lead to a tragic outcome for him

As for those great masters who can sweep across the sky for several dozen zhang and fly to the top of the Sutra Repository, do you think this is the Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty? If such a master existed, Fang Ming would have simply surrendered without a fight

At that moment, Chengguan of the Luohan Hall suddenly spoke

After the three old monks came out, Fang Ming escorted Wei Xiaobao and entered the Scripture Pavilion. It was only after closing the door that he let out a gentle sigh of relief

Jingming! Since you entered the temple, both your master and I have had high expectations for you. Why have you committed such an act? If the monks in the temple have treated you poorly, feel free to speak up; we will stand up for you!

The monks had no choice but to retreat several paces, clearing a space.

Fang Ming held onto Wei Xiaobao's collar with one hand while brandishing a dagger with the other, resting it just below Wei Xiaobao's neck, as he swaggered into the gates of Shaolin Temple and made his way deeper inside

The copper coin struck the dagger, instantly breaking into two halves and clattering to the ground, causing the surrounding monks to change their expressions.

Master Uncle, are you scratching your disciple's itch

Fang Ming's eyes were solely focused on martial arts, naturally scanning through it at a glance, taking in ten lines at once

Fang Ming secretly suffers, m.hetushu.com, he laughs; he is well aware of all this, yet what he lacks the most is time

He was originally a thug from Yangzhou, and since childhood, he would shout like this when caught and beaten. In this moment of desperation, it came out naturally.

He naturally understands that it is unlikely to find hidden skills such as the Yi Jin Jing here, but as long as it is of the level of the seventy-two ultimate skills, it would be sufficient to satisfy him at present

With the precious armor and sword in hand, Fang Ming, holding the protective talisman of Wei Xiaobao, began a thorough sweep of the Sutra Repository

"Jingming, you may go to the Sutra Repository to read, yet do not forget to release Huiming!" said Master Huicong.

"Jingming! As you are both a member of our monastic community and endowed with talent, in the future you will naturally be able to enter the Sutra Repository and peruse the various scriptures. However, going to see them now will be harmful rather than beneficial to you!" Master Huicong spoke the truth.

Thank you to all the esteemed uncles and granduncles for your support! Jingming will now go in to study, and I kindly ask Granduncle Huiming to accompany me for a while. Please rest assured that before dawn tomorrow, Jingming will definitely release Granduncle Huiming!

Ah! The monks were left speechless, almost believing they had encountered a madman. With the Buddhist teachings and martial arts talent displayed by Jingming, several high monks in the temple were already moved and prepared to pass on their robes. As long as he practiced diligently for a few years, entering the Tibetan scripture pavilion would be a trivial matter. Why the impatience?

At this thought, cold sweat poured down, and they hurriedly put away the prayer beads and items like iron lotus seeds.

The monk Huiming stood beside the dagger, and some skilled monks with hidden weapons had already taken aim. However, they feared that if they missed their target or if Jingming fought back desperately, the dagger might lightly graze Huiming's neck, which would put Wei Xiaobao's life in jeopardy

Fang Ming was naturally unaware of what he was thinking, but how could the foul language of a little hoodlum be anything good