Chapter 385 Master Shenshan
Xuan Ci reacted instantly, clasped his hands together, and said with a smile: "Since you are here, you are a guest. Mr. Xin, please take a seat."

Originally, the seat in the middle was prepared for VIPs, but Xuan Ci was a little hesitant at this time.

Seeing this, Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Master Jiumozhi came to discuss martial arts with Shaolin Temple, so he should naturally take the seat. We are just here to watch the fun, so we can just stand aside."

Although Xuan Ci invited Jiumozhi to take a seat, it was impossible for him to let Xin Zhen and others stand, so he set up a few seats on one side and politely invited Xin Zhen and others to sit down.

Everyone had just sat down and hadn't even exchanged a few words when the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Master Shenshan suddenly stood up, staring at Xin Zhen with a sharp gaze, and said with a hint of coldness in his voice: "Are you the Sword Demon Xin Zhen?"

Jiumozhi couldn't help but laugh and cry. He, who came to challenge Shaolin, was ignored, while the people who came to watch the show were provoked.

Xin Zhen was stunned for a moment, then calmly looked up and met Master Shenshan's gaze.

He did know this Master Shenshan. Master Shenshan was extremely famous in the martial arts world. Together with Master Xuanci, they were known as the "Dragon-Subduing" and "Tiger-Subduing" Arhats. It was said that his martial arts skills were comparable to those of Abbot Xuanci.

However, Qingliang Temple is smaller in scale, and its status in the martial arts world is far less than that of Shaolin, and its reputation is not as good as Xuanci.

Xin Zhen thought to himself, why is this sacred mountain going crazy?

Xin Zhen slowly stood up and said, "It's me, Xin. I wonder if Master Shenshan has any advice for me?"

Xuan Ci frowned slightly and sighed inwardly.

What an eventful time.

He looked at the situation before him, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Today, Master Shenshan and others came to Shaolin to demand punishment, Tibetan monks also came to challenge Shaolin's unique skills, and the sword demon Xin Zhen also showed up in Shaolin for some unknown reason, with ill intentions.

Now that Master Shenshan is about to clash with the Sword Demon Xin Zhen again, it is likely that Shaolin will be unable to stay out of this turmoil.

Xuan Ci felt a heavy pressure, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart.

He looked at Xin Zhen, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

On the one hand, he was in awe of Xin Zhen's strength, but on the other hand, he was worried that this conflict would drag Shaolin into a deeper quagmire.

The tranquility of Shaolin Temple is now like a leaf swaying in the wind and rain, which may be caught in the storm at any time.

The air was filled with tension and everyone held their breath, waiting for what would happen next.

Xuan Ci's eyes moved back and forth between Xin Zhen and Master Shenshan, praying in his heart that the conflict that was about to break out could be resolved.

However, he also understood that some things could not be solved by prayer alone.

Master Shenshan snorted coldly and said, "Then you know that Xu Changhui, the Nine-Bag Master of the Beggars' Sect, was killed at home by someone, and his upper chest and back ribs were all broken.

Just over a month after the two sons of the Iron-faced Judge Shan Zheng returned alive from Juxian Manor, a fire broke out in the manor. When people went to check, they saw that the two surviving sons of Shan Zheng were lying dead on the spot.

Dozens of men and women in the village were either beheaded or stabbed in the back; no one escaped.

The Master Zhiguang of Zhiguan Temple was killed by the Shaolin Maha Finger, and Mr. Tan and Mrs. Tan died in a boat docked by the Jun River.

Xin Zhen nodded and said, "I heard about it. That's why I came here. I heard that someone pinned these things on my brother Qiao Feng. I also want to find out who is slandering my brother Qiao Feng."

Master Shenshan shouted, "How do you know that it is someone else who is slandering Qiao Feng? You, Xin Zhen, killed so many heroes in Juxian Manor. You are also a big devil. How dare you show up in Shaolin Temple today? Do you think I am a nobody in the Central Plains martial arts world?"

The Shaolin monks all frowned when they heard this.

It would be fine if Master Shenshan said this outside, but saying this in Shaolin Temple would seem like an attempt to drag Shaolin Temple into trouble.

Shaolin Temple has been the leader of the Central Plains martial arts world for hundreds of years. If Shenshan says that there is no one in the Central Plains martial arts world, isn't that just calling a bald donkey in front of the monks?
Xuanci also sighed in his heart. The previous abbot, Lingmen Zen Master, once told him something. When Master Shenshan came to Shaolin Temple to seek a master, he was only seventeen years old.

When Zen Master Lingmen talked with him, he felt that he was too sharp, extremely arrogant, and easily satisfied. He was not the person who could pass on the Dharma. If he became an ordinary monk in the temple, he would not be willing to be inferior to others, which would definitely cause trouble in the future. So Zen Master Lingmen politely declined.

Shenshan then went to Qingliang Temple. With his outstanding talents, he became the abbot of Qingliang Temple when he was only 30 years old.

He was so aggressive today, and harshly questioned the Shaolin Temple about the killing of Elder Xu and others. Now he wants to drag the Shaolin Temple into this. I guess he wants to avenge the Shaolin Temple for not accepting him.

While Xuanci was thinking, he heard Xin Zhen say with a smile: "Master Shenshan, you can't speak carelessly and you can't reverse the facts.

It is well known that Brother Qiao Feng is an upright person. How could he do such a despicable thing?

As for what I, Xin Zhen, did in Juxianzhuang, there are causes and effects.

I came to Shaolin Temple today to find out the truth and clear my brother's name."

Master Shenshan snorted coldly, his eyes like lightning, staring at Xin Zhen and said: "Xin Zhen, you are so bold, if you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about leaving Shaolin Temple!"

Xin Zhen glanced at Shenshan with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and said coldly: "Who do you think you are? Do I have to give you an explanation?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Shenshan's heart hard.

Master Shenshan was so angry that his nose was about to be crooked. His face turned ashen in an instant, his fists were clenched, and his knuckles turned white, obviously he was furious.

Master Shenshan was a child of destiny and had become the abbot of Qingliang Temple at the age of thirty.

He is gifted with intelligence and high comprehension, and is known as a genius in the martial arts world.

Although Qingliang Temple's martial arts heritage was far inferior to Shaolin, he relied on his intelligence and wisdom to realize the extraordinary realm of martial arts from those crude and simple boxing and sword manuals, as well as the secrets of internal power.

Over the past forty years, his internal strength has become increasingly advanced, far surpassing the level recorded in the martial arts classics passed down from generation to generation in Qingliang Temple.

In the martial arts world, Master Shenshan is extremely famous. Together with Master Xuanci of Shaolin Temple, they are known as the "Dragon Subduing" and "Tiger Subduing" Arhats, and are admired and respected by countless people.

When had anyone dared to be so presumptuous in front of him?

"You are so rude!" Master Shenshan was furious, his voice echoing in the hall like thunder, "Do you dare to fight me?" Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Fight with you?"

Xin Zhen shook his head and said, "You are not worthy yet."

Upon hearing this, Master Shenshan was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He took a deep breath and tried to calm the anger in his heart, but his eyes were still spewing raging anger.

He knew that the young man in front of him was no ordinary person. He had earned the nickname "Sword Demon" in the battle of Juxianzhuang. He was no ordinary person.

"Okay, okay!" Master Shenshan sneered, "Since you are so arrogant, I will let you see what real martial arts are!"

After saying that, Master Shenshan waved his hand suddenly, and pounced towards Xin Zhen like lightning, raising his hand and slapping Xin Zhen.

His movements were as fast as lightning, creating a strong gust of wind that rustled the robes of the surrounding Shaolin monks.

Seeing this, Xin Zhen's expression remained calm.

At this time, Duan Yanqing on his side met the attack of Master Shenshan. Duan Yanqing quickly took action and pointed the thin iron rod at Master Shenshan's palm. Master Shenshan immediately changed his move and wiped his palm towards Duan Yanqing's armpit. Duan Yanqing also immediately changed his move.

The two men fought fiercely in the hall, one using his fists and the other using an iron rod. As they swung their weapons, their strong internal strength gave rise to bursts of muffled sounds.

Every collision brought about a strong airflow, and the weaker monks around were shocked and retreated one after another. The dust on the ground was also raised, forming a dust fog.

Master Shenshan became more and more frightened as he fought. He found that the disabled man standing beside Xin Zhen had such advanced martial arts skills. Every move of the thin iron staff was full of infinite changes, and he could not gain any advantage. Every move seemed simple, but in fact it was full of murderous intent and unpredictable, making it difficult for him to grasp.

What shocked him even more was that this disabled man had difficulty walking, but his internal strength was as deep as the sea. Every time he collided, he felt a huge force coming, shaking his blood. Master Shenshan was secretly puzzled, "Who is this man? His martial arts are so powerful, is he some hidden master?"

Master Shenshan was uneasy and his doubts were still in his mind, so Duan Yanqing suddenly increased the tempo of his attacks.

His figure was like a ghost, quickly flashing around Master Shenshan, and the thin iron staff attacked like a violent storm. Every blow was as powerful as thunder and unstoppable.

Master Shenshan suddenly felt the pressure doubled. He tried to defend himself, but was still forced to retreat again and again by Duan Yanqing's attack.

Duan Yanqing's thin iron staff was as flexible as a venomous snake, and his attack was fierce. He accurately caught every flaw of Master Shenshan. Gradually, sweat oozed from Master Shenshan's forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

Xin Zhen had a smile on his face. It seemed that Duan Yanqing had truly mastered the new Duan family swordsmanship. The internal strength of this Master Shenshan was extremely strong, not much different from Duan Yanqing, but there was a big difference in their moves.

Master Shenshan was simply unable to resist the subtlety and mystery of the Xin Duan family's swordsmanship, and the outcome was decided.

The Shaolin monks were secretly surprised. Shaolin Temple's Musashi was certainly amazing, but Duan Yanqing's new Duan family swordsmanship still dazzled them.

Every move and every form of Duan Yanqing is full of infinite variations, as if everything in the world is under his control.

"Enough!" Master Shenshan finally couldn't help himself, and shouted loudly, slapping the ground with his palm. Suddenly, a powerful internal force surged from his palm, shaking the ground violently and raising dust. The monks of Shaolin Temple retreated one after another to avoid this powerful internal force.

Upon seeing this, Duan Yanqing flashed and quickly retreated, avoiding this powerful internal force. He stood not far away and looked at Master Shenshan coldly.

His eyes were full of indifference and disdain, as if he was looking at a dying beast.

Master Shenshan stared at Duan Yanqing and asked, "Who are you?"

Duan Yanqing said, "The Crown Prince of Dali, Duan Yanqing."

Master Shenshan suddenly remembered and asked in surprise, "You are the evil Duan Yanqing. What is your relationship with Xin Zhen?"

Duan Yanqing said: "That's my young master. Come on. If you are rude to my young master, I will teach you a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Master Shenshan's face turned pale and blue. He knew that he was indeed no match for Duan Yanqing. However, as the abbot of Qingliang Temple and a master of the martial arts world, how could he admit defeat so easily?
"I..." Master Shenshan was about to speak when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and found that his chest had been stabbed by Duan Yanqing's thin iron rod and blood was pouring out.

Master Shenshan’s eyes went dark, his body swayed, and finally he could not hold on and fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother!" Master Shenshan's junior brother Shenyin hurried over to help Master Shenshan up, and then quickly treated his wounds. He then angrily said to Xuanci, "Abbot Xuanci, an evil person like Duan Yanqing who has committed many crimes hurt my brother in Shaolin Temple, and you just stand by and watch?"

He was well aware of Duan Yanqing's reputation. Ever since he was expelled from the Dali royal family more than ten years ago, he had become a villain in the underworld.

Duan Yanqing was vicious and ruthless, and almost no one who was his enemy could escape unscathed.

However, today's incident was not initiated by him, but by Master Shenshan.

If Shaolin Temple acts rashly, it will not only cause greater disputes in the martial arts world, but also bring unnecessary trouble and hostility to Shaolin Temple.

Abbot Xuanci's thoughts went back to a few months ago, when Junior Brother Xuannan returned from Juxian Manor and reported an important news to him with a serious expression.

Xuan Nan had personally seen Duan Yanqing's master, the Sword Demon Xin Zhen, take action.

Xin Zhen's swordsmanship is superb and as fast as lightning. Junior Brother Xuan Nan thinks very highly of him and believes that he may be a rare master in the world.

Later, Junior Brother Xuan Nan witnessed Xin Zhen’s attack again in Tianlongdiya Valley. Ding Chunqiu, the old immortal from the Star Constellation who was so famous in the martial arts world, couldn’t even withstand a single move from Xin Zhen.

What is even more shocking is that when fighting with the Tibetan state teacher Jiumozhi, Jiumozhi was as powerless as a child in front of Xin Zhen and was played around by him at will.

Junior Brother Xuannan said that at the time he was horrified, his face turned pale, his heart was beating like thunder, and he sighed to himself: "This man's martial arts skills are so high that I'm afraid he has reached the pinnacle. If Shaolin were to become an enemy of him, I'm afraid it would be a disaster."

When Abbot Xuanci thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He knew that every decision before him might affect the life and death of Shaolin Temple.

Xuan Ci said in a deep voice: "Master Shenyin, let Master Shenshan go to the meditation room to recuperate first. I will ask my junior brother to go over and heal Master Shenshan."

Shen Yin understood the meaning of Xuan Ci's words and sneered, "Abbot Xuan Ci, is Shaolin afraid?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the monks in Shaolin Temple became angry.

Xuan Ci said slowly: “Master Shenyin, Shaolin Temple is never afraid of any challenge.

We made this arrangement only for the safety of Master Shenshan."

Master Shenyin laughed and said, "Then please ask Shaolin to take care of my brother, and I, Shenyin, will watch over him here."

(End of this chapter)