A white-browed old monk holding a broom suddenly appeared, seemingly like an ordinary old man.
However, to Xuan Mi, Zang Fo, Zhen Ke, and Chen Jiuyang, it was entirely different.
"Clang!!!"
Chen Jiuyang's personal martial will was instantly pushed to its extreme, as if facing a great enemy, staring intently at the broom-wielding old monk:
"A living Arhat?! A true Buddha in the world?"
A bald donkey of the Martial Saint level!
Shaolin Temple still had such hidden depths?
"Patriarch!"
Xuan Mi, Zang Fo, and Zhen Ke trembled, looking at the white-browed old monk, and respectfully called out.
But they were confused, not knowing which patriarch this was.
Shaolin Temple's current destiny could at most revive Buddhas like them. Where did this Arhat Patriarch come from?
"Amitabha," the broom-wielding old monk said calmly to Chen Jiuyang, "Since Benefactor Chen recognizes this old monk as an Arhat, why not withdraw?"
Thoughts raced through Chen Jiuyang's mind. A living Arhat, how could he not be on the World Ranking released by Jixia Academy?
The World Ranking also seemed to not include Xuan Mi, Zang Fo, and Zhen Ke, but these three seemed to have just emerged from a secret realm today.
But what about this living Arhat?
Chen Jiuyang would not act rashly if he couldn't ascertain his background.
He pondered for a moment and reached a possible conclusion: "Shaolin Temple also participated in Jixia Academy's World Ranking."
Chen Jiuyang looked at the broom-wielding old monk, his Yan Sheng Saber ringing loudly in his hand: "Old monk, this is my personal karma and grievance. You have no part in this."
The broom-wielding old monk said: "The wicked leader has been slain. Take a step back, and there will be a broad sky and mutual respect. How about it?"
As he spoke, he lightly waved his broom, casually breaking the Four Kill Arrow formation in the sky.
"You're relying on your age!" Chen Jiuyang raised his hand and beckoned. The Ren Wang Sword descended from the sky into his grasp, his voice cold: "I said, this is my personal grievance and karma."
"Old monk, if you intend to suppress me by relying on being a living Arhat, then try if the Ren Wang Sword can cut you."
The broom-wielding old monk looked at the Ren Wang Sword, a flicker of apprehension in his eyes: "Benefactor Chen, this old monk understands your killing intent. How about this old monk punishing them on your behalf, and then you withdraw?"
"Heh," Chen Jiuyang sneered disdainfully and said, "It seems even you, a living Arhat, fear the Ren Wang Sword."
"My revenge, my grievances, must be resolved by my own hands. If you insist on blocking me."
"Then I guarantee that there will be no Shaolin in this world henceforth."
"Swish, swish, swish!!!"
Blade energy and sword energy fiercely surged into the sky, blade auras, sword qi, immortal light, and demonic energy intertwined. Chen Jiuyang truly descended like a god or demon!
The broom-wielding old monk looked at Chen Jiuyang and couldn't help but sigh: "For thirty glorious years, unmatched with both saber and sword, you are truly the most astonishing person besides Yan Fengyun."
"It was indeed right to have Puhui find you back then."
Chen Jiuyang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he blurted out:
"You are the one who guided Puhui."
"And the one who commented on the Yan Emperor's three thousand years of martial destiny!"
The saying that the Yan Emperor carried the three thousand years of China's martial destiny was thunderous, known to everyone.
But no one knew who said this.
And now, Chen Jiuyang had met him.
The Yan Emperor was born a hundred years ago, and was commented on since childhood, which is how this saying gradually spread.
A hundred years ago, Shaolin still had a living Arhat. How could this not be shocking?
Were such old monsters as threatening as the Lotus Mother?
But why was there no news of such existences being spread?
"Amitabha!" The broom-wielding old monk looked at Chen Jiuyang and said, "Since Benefactor Chen already knows this old monk's identity, could you please take a step back?"
Chen Jiuyang's eyes were filled with killing intent, and he said, "No! Only after killing these three will I withdraw from Shaolin."
"Old monk, since you were a living Arhat a hundred years ago, you must be an extraordinary figure in Buddhism. Why are you only watching as those three colluded with the Five Great False Ways, harmed the Yan Emperor, and even attacked me?"
"Now, I have ascended to the Imperial Realm and attacked Shaolin, and only then do you appear to stop me. Do you know what shame is?"
The broom-wielding old monk clasped his hands together and said expressionlessly, "Amitabha!"
"This is due to this old monk's insufficient supervision."
"Shaolin is just Shaolin, only wanting to diligently study Buddhist scriptures and not concern itself with external affairs."
"Heh heh," Chen Jiuyang sneered twice: "Shaolin is completely the opposite of what you said. They colluded with the Five Great Holy Lands to cause chaos in the world. Previously, an old monk came to kill me."
The broom-wielding old monk said: "Benefactor Chen, this old monk is old and sometimes gets drowsy and falls asleep, thus unable to keep watch over Shaolin."
"Since Benefactor Chen is settling karma and grievances, then act. After this, Shaolin will seal its gates and will no longer concern itself with worldly affairs."
"Boom!"
Dark blade energy appeared and slashed out.
Xuan Mi, Zang Fo, and Zhen Ke, the three Buddhas who were already heavily injured, perished under this saber strike.
"Amitabha!"
The broom-wielding old monk remained expressionless: "Karma circulates, and retribution is thus."
"To leave the mortal world and go to the Western Heavenly Gate of my Buddha was already destined."
"Now, Benefactor Chen, can you leave Shaolin Temple?"
Chen Jiuyang sheathed his saber and sword, slowly ascending: "In that case, why the unnecessary effort?"
"As long as Shaolin no longer meddles in affairs and behaves itself henceforth, I will certainly not come here again."
With that, he turned into a stream of light and flew towards the horizon.
"Martial Uncle, you're just letting that demon go?"
A host in gray clothes came before the broom-wielding old monk, asking with unwillingness.
Chen Jiuyang alone killing three Buddhas and the current abbot, once the news spread, Shaolin would lose all face and prestige.
The broom-wielding old monk said: "His destiny is comparable to Yan Fengyun. Wu Mu passed the Ren Wang Sword to him before his death. Even this old monk could not keep him."
"Moreover, this matter was originally Shaolin's fault."
"Although the Book of Changes can divine others' destinies and bring temporary benefits, it is against the Great Dao and will trigger one's own death tribulation."
"When they used the Book of Changes to divine the demonic path lineage for the Five Great Holy Lands, this death tribulation became a foregone conclusion. Even if this old monk woke up in time, he could not stop it."
"How can disaster and tribulation be so easily overcome?"
"What Martial Uncle said is very true," the gray-clothed host responded.
"After today, our Shaolin will naturally lock its mountain gates. Although the golden age is good, a dark great tribulation will also descend upon all living beings. We monks, living in seclusion, can still protect ourselves."
...
The news of Chen Jiuyang single-handedly charging into Shaolin, killing the abbot, and slaying the Buddhas spread throughout the world within two hours. Following that, the news of Shaolin Temple sealing its gates further shocked countless people.
The actions of this person were truly unfathomable.
If he were still in the Venerable Realm, he might have been restrained, but... he had already surpassed it.
Subsequently, Longhu Mountain of Taoism was in an uproar, as if facing a great enemy!