Ask Wudang Chapter 108

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Kong Jing heard the words, displeased, and said, “Eighth Hero Ye, my Shaolin monks have always been compassionate and saved the world, which is obvious to all. How can you say ‘hiding dirt and filth’?”

Ye Qingfeng said, “Yuan Zhen raped and murdered Xie Xun’s wife and killed his entire family, young and old. Later, he colluded with the Tartars to bring disaster to the Central Plains. Your Shaolin harbored this person and refused to hand him over. Isn’t that hiding dirt and filth?”

Kong Jing naturally refused to accept this and retorted, “Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and the shore is there. Although Yuan Zhen, my nephew, has committed many sins, he has truly repented. Why must Eighth Hero Ye push him to the brink?”

Ye Qingfeng said coldly, “He has been murdering and arsoning, committing many evils all these years. Does your Shaolin Temple know nothing about it?”

As his voice fell, he suddenly grabbed in the air, instantly seizing Kong Jing’s neck, and then threw him fiercely. Kong Jing flew into the air like a kite, even flying over the roof of the Great Hall of Heroes, continuing to fly into the temple.

A moment later, a dull thud of a body hitting the ground sounded, as if the ground trembled thrice. Exclamations of surprise rose from the backyard.

“Martial Uncle, how are you?”

“Did that Ye Qingfeng do it?”

“Let’s fight him.”

Kong Jing weakly said, “Everyone go back. First, carry me to the Medicine Master Hall. Don’t anger him again…”

Then there was a flurry of activity, and the sounds of footsteps in the temple grew further and further away. It seemed Kong Jing had already been carried to the Medicine Master Hall.

Ye Qingfeng stepped into the main gate, standing before the plaque of the Great Hall of Heroes, with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for someone to arrive.

As expected, after about a cup of tea’s time, Monk Kong Zhi, one of Shaolin’s Four Divine Monks, came before Ye Qingfeng, his old face still ashen, and said, “Eighth Hero Ye, Abbot Senior Brother invites you.”

Ye Qingfeng said, “What? Are you going to hand over Cheng Kun?”

Monk Kong Zhi said in a deep voice, “Whether to hand him over or not, you must first defeat my three martial uncles.”

Ye Qingfeng said, “Your three martial uncles? Oh, are they the three old undying ones, Du Nan, Du Jie, and Du E?”

Monk Kong Zhi was immediately shocked and paled at these words. The three Shaolin monks, Du E, Du Jie, and Du Nan, had lived in seclusion in the temple for decades and never ventured out. Apart from the old monks of the Kong generation, no one in the world knew of them. He never expected that Ye Qingfeng would reveal their dharma names just as he opened his mouth. For a moment, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy, muttering to himself, “Has the Wudang Sect developed to such a degree? They even know all about my three martial uncles. It’s truly startling to think about.” He then looked at Ye Qingfeng again and said, “Eighth Hero Ye truly has great means. It seems your esteemed sect has been paying attention to my Shaolin for a long time, and even the news of my three martial uncles cannot escape your eyes.”

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly and said, “Those three old good-for-nothings were beaten and fled in disarray by Yang Dingtian back then. They’ve been hiding in the mountains like timid turtles all these years. How do they suddenly have the guts to stick their heads out of their turtle shells now?”

Monk Kong Zhi was furious, “You are also a grandmaster, yet you speak so harshly. Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed?”

Ye Qingfeng said, “You ask who in the world dares to laugh at me?”

Monk Kong Zhi, hearing this, was filled with anger but didn’t know how to respond.

At present, the Wudang Sect had swept through the martial arts world, with six factions under its banner and tens of thousands of disciples. It was already the uncrowned king of the martial arts world. As one of the leaders of the Wudang Sect, Ye Qingfeng truly had the confidence to say such a thing.

Therefore, although Monk Kong Zhi was filled with righteous indignation, he had no choice but to suppress it. He nodded and said, “Eighth Hero Ye is wise and mighty. This old monk truly doesn’t know how to comment. Please follow this old monk to meet the three martial uncles first.”

With that, he turned and left without looking back.

Ye Qingfeng said, “My esteemed teacher is nostalgic and doesn’t allow me to be rough, but a fight is still necessary.”

Monk Kong Zhi continued straight ahead, not answering.

Ye Qingfeng also said no more and followed him deeper into the temple.

Along the way, the monks who saw Ye Qingfeng all glared at him, clearly filled with extreme resentment. Several old monks even repeatedly struck their zen staffs on the ground, making “dong dong” sounds, and looked at Ye Qingfeng with extremely unfriendly eyes.

Seeing the expressions and actions of these monks, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but find it amusing. He immediately waved his hand and said, “Oh, are these great monks playing music to welcome guests? Why be so grand? No need to be polite, no need to be polite.”

The old monks, hearing this, were so angry that their beards fluttered, their bodies trembled, and they continuously chanted Buddhist scriptures.

However, no matter how angry they were, they dared not make any trouble.

Firstly, because the Abbot had ordered them not to make things difficult for Ye Qingfeng. Secondly, because they had already experienced Ye Qingfeng’s power. At this moment, all they could do was put on a show. As for actually fighting, no one had the courage.

Before long, Ye Qingfeng followed Monk Kong Zhi out of the back gate of Shaolin Temple.

Ye Qingfeng asked, “What, your three martial uncles are not in the temple?”

Monk Kong Zhi said, “Not on this mountain, but on another mountain peak.”

Ye Qingfeng stopped and said, “Since that’s the case, let them come to see me. Are those three old fellows worth me climbing mountains to meet?”

Monk Kong Zhi said, “Eighth Hero Ye has come to my Shaolin to demand someone, do you still expect my three martial uncles to personally greet you?”

Ye Qingfeng said, “I came to demand someone, not to beg.”

Hearing these words, Monk Kong Zhi’s anger surged, and he could no longer restrain himself. Although he knew he was not Ye Qingfeng’s match, he still struck out at Ye Qingfeng, shouting, “Good villain, even if this old monk sacrifices his life, I will fight you!”

Suddenly, before his right palm arrived, his left palm struck out, with astonishing power.

Ye Qingfeng raised his hand to meet it and said, “Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Ultimate Arts, you have mastered eleven of them. I was just wanting to see them.”

After saying that, he had already taken thirteen consecutive palm strikes from Monk Kong Zhi.

Don’t let Monk Kong Zhi’s short stature, thin and withered appearance, and drooping mouth, which suggested an early death, deceive you. His hand skills were quite remarkable. After delivering a dozen or so powerful palm strikes, he stomped his foot and retracted his palms, switching to fists that were as fast as lightning, fiercely striking at Ye Qingfeng’s face. After throwing a dozen or so punches, he changed his fists to fingers, rapidly pointing at Ye Qingfeng’s vital acupoints. In just this short time, he had switched through several sets of ultimate arts, including finger techniques, palm techniques, fist techniques, grappling, and leg techniques, all of which were exquisitely refined and remarkably powerful.

For over a hundred years, no one in Shaolin Temple had been able to master more than twelve of the Seventy-Two Ultimate Arts. While Monk Kong Zhi also hadn’t exceeded twelve, he had mastered eleven of them, which showed his innate talent and comprehension.

More than ten years ago, on Wudang Mountain, in front of the Purple Cloud Palace, Ye Qingfeng had exchanged blows with Monk Kong Zhi. At that time, Monk Kong Zhi’s martial arts were already top-notch in the world. After more than ten years of dedicated hard training, his skill had advanced another level.

However, even with this progress, he still couldn’t bridge the gap between himself and Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng, wanting to experience the Shaolin Seventy-Two Ultimate Arts, used only two or three tenths of his strength. He exchanged dozens of moves with Monk Kong Zhi, rolling and tumbling, until he had witnessed all eleven of the Shaolin ultimate arts that Kong Zhi had mastered. Only then did he reach out and seize him.

After being seized, Monk Kong Zhi’s face immediately darkened, and he sighed deeply, “Eighth Hero Ye, I attacked you eighty-seven times in a row, and not a single move could touch you. Yet, you simply grabbed me casually, and I was unable to move. Such heaven-defying skill, even my three martial uncles definitely do not possess. With your ability alone, you are indeed qualified for my three martial uncles to come and see you.”

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