Chapter 198: Buddhist Fate
"Marquis Fu'an, do you really want to kill them all?"

Seeing the flames coming out of Zhu Chengwu's body, the Wuxiang Divine Monk, who sensed Zhu Chengwu's determination, felt a chill in his heart, but he still asked tentatively with a just in case mentality.

"Senior Wuxiang, why do you have to say such meaningless words? When I appeared here, wasn't my attitude very clear?"

Zhu Chengwu answered the question of the formless monk nonchalantly.

"Marquis Fu'an, what happened back then was just the will of the three of us, the older generation. If you want revenge, I am willing to enter Nirvana and give you an explanation! But you have to promise not to target Shaolin Temple again!"

After Zhu Chengwu's casual words fell, the Wuxiang monk suddenly suggested this.

Zhu Chengwu's body was now filled with flames, and he was about to take action. The Wuxiang Divine Monk understood that he no longer had time to think slowly and choose his words carefully. He could only put forward his proposal in front of Zhu Chengwu as quickly as possible before Zhu Chengwu took action, to see if Zhu Chengwu would agree to his proposal.

"master!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle!"

Upon hearing the words of the Formless Divine Monk, Fang Sheng, Fang Zheng and Fang Yuan, who had no idea of ​​the Formless Divine Monk's plan in advance, immediately cried out in surprise.

They didn't expect that after Zhu Chengwu reappeared in the world, the formless monk who had remained calm actually had such thoughts in his mind.

"Fang Sheng, Fang Zheng, Fang Yuan... Everyone has to pay the price for their choices! Now is perhaps the time for me to pay the price for the choice we made twenty-five years ago!"

The formless monk glanced at Fang Sheng, Fang Zheng and Fang Yuan, then returned his gaze to Zhu Chengwu, whose body was on fire, and waited for Zhu Chengwu's answer.

Even though he was ready to sacrifice himself for Nirvana, the Wuxiang monk was not sure whether Zhu Chengwu would accept his proposal.

However, even if he was not very sure, the monk Wuxiang still had to mention it.

Because this was the only way that Wuxiang Divine Monk could think of to minimize the losses to Shaolin Temple.

"Monk Wuxiang, you are thinking too highly of yourself! When Shaolin has the upper hand, you all rush in. When Shaolin is at a disadvantage, you want to end it with the death of one of your men!"

Zhu Chengwu sneered and turned his disdain on the suggestion made by the Wuxiang Divine Monk. Then he took a step forward and rushed towards the Wuxiang Divine Monk.

Dang~~~
There was a dull sound of metal clashing against each other.

A huge golden bell shadow blocked Zhu Chengwu's attack.

"Hmm~"

After a collision, Zhu Chengwu fell back to the ground and looked at the golden bell that protected Wuxiang, Fangsheng, Fangzheng and Fangyuan. He felt a little heavy in his heart and his eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

Since Zhu Chengwu achieved the supreme grandmaster status, this was the first time that someone was able to take a move from Zhu Chengwu without any injury and even forced Zhu Chengwu to retreat.

"Marquis Fu'an, Shaolin has a thousand years of heritage and is not just a name! As long as you agree to my request and stop targeting my Shaolin Temple after my death, I can remove my protection and wait for my death!"

After forcing Zhu Chengwu to retreat, the Wuxiang monk looked at Zhu Chengwu and made the same suggestion again.

"Master~"

Zen Master Fangsheng, who was protected by the real shadow of the golden bell, looked at his master, the formless monk, in confusion.

Just now, Master Wuxiang Divine Monk had clearly blocked Marquis Fu'an, and Senior Brother Fangyuan, Senior Brother Fangzheng and he had not yet made a move. Once they cooperated with Master Wuxiang Divine Monk, they might not be no match for Marquis Fu'an...

It's not that they can't fight. In fact, Zen Master Fang Sheng thinks that if the four of them join forces, they have a good chance of winning against Marquis Fu'an. Zen Master Fang Sheng doesn't understand why his master, the Divine Monk Wuxiang, always makes such a show of weakness!
However, although Zen Master Fangsheng was puzzled, the Divine Monk Wuxiang did not divert the slightest bit of his attention to his puzzled disciple Zen Master Fangsheng. The Divine Monk Wuxiang just looked at Zhu Chengwu calmly, waiting for Zhu Chengwu's answer.

The formless monk ignored his disciple, Zen Master Fangsheng, and Zhu Chengwu also ignored the formless monk. He just stared in a daze at the real image of the golden bell in front of him and the golden Buddha statue in the center of the main hall.

"I see!"

Just a few breaths later, Zhu Chengwu looked at Wuxiang, Fangsheng, Fangzheng and Fangyuan, who were protected by the Golden Bell's real shadow, with admiration and mockery on his face.

Zhu Chengwu admired the Shaolin predecessors, and the one he mocked was naturally the monk Wuxiang himself.

“There are indeed some extremely talented people among the Shaolin ancestors. They were able to come up with a secret technique to use the luck of the entire Shaolin Temple to increase the power of Buddhist martial arts, and designed a corresponding formation!
Respectable, respectable!

However, Senior Wuxiang, luck is intangible and intangible. It is not easy to store and cannot be stored. Although Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou of the Ming Dynasty, how much luck do you have available?"

Zhu Chengwu looked at the real image of the golden bell in front of him, then looked at the huge Buddha statue behind the four formless monks, and his tone changed from admiration to contempt.

Zhu Chengwu had no doubt that Shaolin Temple had a profound foundation and powerful trump cards. The moment he decided to take action against Shaolin Temple, Zhu Chengwu was ready to face Shaolin Temple's trump cards.

To be honest, although Zhu Chengwu was somewhat wary of Shaolin Temple's trump card at first, he was not too worried.

Although Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old sect, it is different from the Yinkui Sect of the Sui Dynasty. After being founded by Bodhidharma, Shaolin Temple has split after countless years of development.

The Shaolin Temple of the Song Dynasty and the Shaolin Temple of the Ming Dynasty were each the leading figures in their respective dynasties.

No one is willing to submit to the other, and no one admits that the other is the authentic Shaolin.

Although this split greatly enhanced the influence and reputation of Shaolin Temple, its strength also increased due to its control range.

But in terms of the ultimate foundation and the final trump card, neither the Shaolin Temple of the Song Dynasty nor the Shaolin Temple of the Ming Dynasty had as much or as strong as in the pure pre-division period.

After all, there are only a limited number of grand masters in the history of Shaolin, and the Shaolin Temple’s trump cards are not unlimited!

For Zhu Chengwu now, only the last resort of a thousand-year-old sect could pose a threat to Zhu Chengwu.

In addition, neither the conventional first-class masters nor the Grandmaster Yangshen, who is the "nuclear weapon" deterrent force of the top forces, can pose too much threat to Zhu Chengwu today.

Even whether the strongest trump cards and ultimate strengths of those thousand-year-old sects and top forces can pose a threat to Zhu Chengwu is still unclear.

After all, Zhu Chengwu has now achieved the status of a supreme grandmaster, and has caught up with or even surpassed the strongest warrior in the history of martial arts in this world.

The strongest among the ancestors of the thousand-year-old sects and top forces did not surpass Zhu Chengwu's current level.

When they were alive, even at their peak, they were not as powerful as Zhu Chengwu today, let alone the means they left behind!

Zhu Chengwu remains vigilant about the ultimate foundation and strongest trump cards of the major thousand-year-old sects and top forces. This is Zhu Chengwu's greatest respect for their ancestors.

Just as Zhu Chengwu's fear of Shaolin Temple stems from his respect for Shaolin's founder Bodhidharma.

However, Zhu Chengwu did not expect that the Shaolin Temple's trump card was not only the means left by the ancestors, but also time. After the separation of the Ming Shaolin Temple and the Song Shaolin Temple, since the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, and even before the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, it has always been the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world. This concept is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that the Shaolin Temple can mobilize 30% of the luck of the entire Ming martial arts world.

This good fortune, after being transformed through methods perfected and improved by generations of Shaolin ancestors, can actually increase the power of the Golden Bell Cover of the Wuxiang Divine Monk to almost the same level as the twelfth level of the Golden Bell Cover.

It's really scary!
You should know that the Twelve Levels of the Golden Bell Cover is Shaolin Bodhidharma's strongest method, and it is also one of the strongest methods at the ceiling level in this world.

After all, there has never been anyone above the Grandmaster in the history of this world.

"Marquis Fu'an is indeed worthy of his name. He discovered one of our Shaolin Temple's backup plans so quickly.

However, since Marquis Fu'an has discovered that our Shaolin Temple can use the luck to enhance the power of our martial arts, Marquis Fu'an should understand that if I choose to fight to the end, even with your current strength, you may not be 100% sure that you can defeat me in Shaoshi Mountain!"

The formless monk looked at Zhu Chengwu, who had seen through the basis of his previous actions in just a few breaths. He was inexplicably shocked in his heart, but he appeared extremely calm on the surface.

Because only if the Wuxiang Divine Monk remains calm can Zhu Chengwu be confused about the details, and Zhu Chengwu is likely to agree to his conditions because of the unknown.

“Indeed! If I fight you who have the luck of the entire Shaolin, or perhaps I should say the luck of the entire Ming Dynasty Buddhism, in the Great Hall of the Shaolin ancestral land in Shaoshi Mountain, I may not be able to defeat you in one battle!

Moreover, I am not sure whether these methods are the last resort of your Shaolin Temple!
But, Wuxiang! You are showing your weakness!

If you are so confident and capable, why are you still showing your weakness? "

Zhu Chengwu looked at Wuxiang, Fangyuan, Fangzheng and Fangsheng, who were protected by the golden bell's real shadow, and sneered.

Wuxiang was thinking too highly of himself as he wanted to negotiate terms with Zhu Chengwu just by blocking one of his moves.

"Drink~~~"

Zhu Chengwu shouted loudly, and flames burst out from his body.

Covered by thousands of flames, Zhu Chengwu rushed towards the golden bell shadow that enveloped Wuxiang, Fangyuan, Fangzheng and Fangsheng.

Dang~~~
Boom~~~
Ding~dong~ding~~dong~~
After countless collisions, Zhu Chengwu, who was unable to break through the golden bell in front of him, chose to step back and catch his breath again.

At the same time, the battle between Zhu Chengwu, Wuxiang and others in the main hall finally attracted the attention of ordinary monks in Shaolin Temple.

"Quick, someone broke into the Great Hall, we need to go and reinforce Abbot Fang Zheng and the others!"

A monk who was quite prestigious in Shaolin Temple gave the order.

But then…

"Ah~~~"

"who are you?"

"Why are you attacking our Shaolin Temple?"

"Quick, form a formation, rush into the Great Hall, and support the abbot and the others!"

...

Near the Main Hall, all kinds of roars mixed with wails resounded through the sky.

The Shaolin monks who intended to enter the Main Hall met Wang Taoshan, Yang Yanwu, Cui Shuyun, Yue Buqun and Feng Buping who were guarding near the Main Hall.

With the cooperation of the Grandmaster's Yang God and the first-rate Yin God, even though this is the base camp of Shaolin Temple with many Shaolin monks, they can only shed blood at the hands of Wang Taoshan, Yang Yanwu, Cui Shuyun, Yue Buqun and Feng Buping who are guarding outside the Main Hall.

After all, ordinary Shaolin monks are not like the Wuxiang Divine Monk, who can mobilize the luck of Shaolin and even the Ming Dynasty Buddhism to bless their own martial arts, and gain the ability to fight across levels in Shaoshi Mountain, the ancestral land of Shaolin, one of the Songshan Mountains.

"Marquis Fu'an, you actually have help!"

After hearing the voices coming from the Shaolin monks outside the Main Hall, the Wuxiang Divine Monk looked at Zhu Chengwu in surprise after forcibly suppressing the surging blood in his body caused by resisting Zhu Chengwu's continuous attacks.

Zhu Chengwu is so strong, and he even brought helpers with him when he went to Shaoshi Mountain this time. This was beyond Wuxiang's expectations.

After all, with Zhu Chengwu's current world-class strength, doing things alone should be the most suitable, convenient and flexible option.

"A lion needs all his strength to fight a rabbit!"

In response to the surprised look of the Wuxiang monk, Zhu Chengwu simply replied with this sentence.

Zhu Chengwu's answer was so choking that the monk Wuxiang was deeply shocked.

"Marquis Fu'an, tell your men to stop! After the fight just now, you should understand that with the help of Shaolin's luck, I have the strength to face you head-on in Shaoshi Mountain. As long as I don't surrender, you can't do anything to me even with your strength!

The conditions are still the same. As long as you, Marquis Fu'an, promise me that you will not trouble Shaolin Temple and Shaolin monks after my death, I can remove my protection and voluntarily enter Nirvana!"

The Wuxiang Divine Monk, who was choked, changed the subject and made the same proposal again.

Combined with the body movements and tone changes of Wuxiang Divine Monk, it seems as if Wuxiang Divine Monk has the strength to fight Zhu Chengwu, but has to make such concessions and put forward such a proposal because he is worried about Shaolin Temple and Shaolin monks.

"Senior Wuxiang, do you really think I'm a fool?"

In response to the monk Wuxiang's proposal again, Zhu Chengwu just sneered and ruthlessly rejected it again.

"Senior Wuxiang, even if you have the help of the great Ming Buddhist luck, you can only barely improve your defense to match my strength! What about other attacks and body skills? Can you borrow the Buddhist luck to match my strength?

And if I am not mistaken, the blessing of Buddhism's good fortune on you is limited. Only in this Great Hall can the blessing of Buddhism's good fortune on you reach its maximum.

Once you leave the Main Hall, even if you are still in Mount Shaoshi, the luck of Buddhism can only enhance your Golden Bell Cover to the eleventh level. Then even your strongest defense will not be able to match my strength!

What's more, once you leave Shaoshi Mountain, you will no longer be able to obtain the blessing of Buddhism's fortune, and you will be no match for me!

In other words, whether to fight or to flee is entirely up to me!

If I have no more shame, I will even trap you to death in this great hall.

After slaughtering all the other Shaolin monks, you will be left without a source of food and will starve to death in this Great Hall!"

Zhu Chengwu ruthlessly recounted the method of dealing with the formless monk who was blessed by the good fortune of the Ming Dynasty Buddhism.

(End of this chapter)