Ask Wudang Chapter 111

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By this time, Ye Qingfeng had walked up to the three of them and said, “Not bad, the three of you working together actually gave me a bit of a surprise.”

As his voice fell, he raised his hand and struck out with three palms in an instant.

The three monks dared not underestimate him, and each took one palm.

After the three palms, Ye Qingfeng remained unmoving, while the three monks retreated one after another. When they finally stopped, the three monks all leaned against the ancient pines they were residing in. Helplessly, the three monks had to press their backs against the trees, circulate their internal energy, and discharge the residual force into the tree trunks.

“Rustle, rustle, rustle…”

In an instant, the three ancient pines swayed incessantly, and pine needles fell like rain.

Dù’è had the highest cultivation, and Ye Qingfeng struck him the hardest. At this moment, with his back against the tree trunk, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating a serious injury. However, he paid no heed to his own injuries and shouted to Dùnán and Dùjié, “Vajra Subduing Demons!”

Dùnán and Dùjié immediately understood his meaning. The three exchanged glances, then simultaneously let out a long roar, surrounding Ye Qingfeng. They chanted Buddhist names and incantations, moving rapidly without stop. After quickly circling three times, they suddenly struck out with their palms at the same time. The combined force of the three formed a perfect circle, their palm energy like an invisible ring, binding Ye Qingfeng within the encirclement and slowly tightening.

The three monks had practiced withered meditation for thirty years, perfecting a combined formation called the Vajra Subduing Demons Circle. When this formation was used, it could be wielded with weapons or bare hands, possessing immense power, most effective for refining demons and trapping enemies.

The current encirclement of Ye Qingfeng was precisely the essence of the Vajra Subduing Demons Circle.

Ye Qingfeng felt the sudden pressure from all sides, and immediately grew a bit interested, saying loudly, “Now this is more like it. Although it can’t compare to my Wudang’s True Martial Seven-Star Array, it’s already extremely impressive.”

As he spoke, he tossed the iron chain in his hand aside, rapidly moved his palms, clapping and sticking. A Tai Chi phantom suddenly appeared behind him, continuously drawing the three monks’ palm energy between his left and right hands, forming a circle. Immediately after, he spun his body, and this force suddenly struck an empty spot. This force was extremely fierce, hitting the ground and instantly sending shattered stones flying, the momentum terrifying.

On the other side.

As soon as Monk Kōngwén returned to Shaolin Temple, he learned that Ye Qingfeng had gone to the back mountain. He hurriedly found Monk Kōngzhì and asked, “Junior Brother Kōngzhì, the disciples in the temple said you just fought with Ye Qingfeng. How do you think our Martial Uncles’ chances are?”

Monk Kōngzhì had been thrown into the temple by Ye Qingfeng and had fainted directly, only just regaining consciousness at this moment. Hearing Monk Kōngwén’s question, he said anxiously, “I was just about to tell Senior Brother, that Ye Qingfeng’s cultivation is unfathomable, more than ten times stronger than ten years ago. He is truly beyond human resistance. Although the three Martial Uncles have deep cultivation, they are definitely not his match.”

Hearing these words, Kōngwén’s expression changed, and he immediately said, “The three Martial Uncles joining forces, even if they cannot win, even if they lose, it’s impossible for them to have no power to fight back. Why is Junior Brother so anxious?”

Monk Kōngzhì said, “Abbot Senior Brother doesn’t know, this Ye Qingfeng is extremely overbearing. If he gets carried away in a fight and is provoked into a killing spree, the three Martial Uncles might truly be unable to resist.”

Hearing this again, Monk Kōngwén’s face changed once more, saying, “Quickly call the Senior and Junior Brothers, let’s go assist the Martial Uncles.”

There were more than ten high monks of the Kōng generation in Shaolin Temple, all with considerable skill. After gathering, led by Monk Kōngwén, they rushed towards the back mountain. The dozen or so old monks were anxious, directly employing their qinggong, leaping and bounding, moving rapidly. When they finally reached the mountaintop where Dù’è and the others were, they saw a person walking towards them.

At this time, the moon was high in the sky, and a thin mist was visible. Everyone saw clearly that the person before them was slender, dressed in white robes, with a long sword slung diagonally across his back. He was walking towards them with his hands clasped behind his back, none other than Ye Qingfeng, known as the Wudang Sword Immortal.

As he walked, there was a rustling sound behind him. Upon closer inspection, he was actually dragging an iron chain in his hand, one end of which seemed to be tied to a heavy object. This rustling sound was precisely the sound of the heavy object dragging on the ground.

Monk Kōngwén led the monks forward, pressing his palms together and saying, “Amitabha, has Ye Eighth Hero already met my three Martial Uncles?”

Ye Qingfeng said, “The Vajra Subduing Demons Circle truly lives up to its reputation. Shaolin Temple still has a few masters.”

Monk Kōngzhì asked anxiously, “Where are my three Martial Uncles?”

The monks saw that Ye Qingfeng’s clothes were neat, his hair not a strand out of place, not at all looking like he had just been in a major battle. However, since he said he had already witnessed the Vajra Subduing Demons Circle, they must have already exchanged blows.

And looking at his leisurely demeanor, the outcome was obvious without asking; the Three Dùs must have lost.

Thinking of this, the monks’ hearts sank, and at the same time, they were concerned about the safety of the Three Dùs.

Monk Kōngwén asked again, “Ye Eighth Hero, are my three Martial Uncles dead or alive?”

Ye Qingfeng pulled the iron chain forward. Looking by the moonlight, they saw that the other end of the iron chain was tied to three human-shaped objects. They had been dragged along the way, their clothes already worn to tatters, and the three of them were in a sorry state, unconscious.

Pulling the three in front of him, Ye Qingfeng said, “Aren’t these your three Martial Uncles?”

The monks saw that their three Martial Uncles had become like this, and were immediately shocked, angry, and frightened.

Monk Kōngwén said furiously, “Ye Eighth Hero, what did you do to my three Martial Uncles?”

Ye Qingfeng gently lifted the Three Dùs and casually tossed them towards Monk Kōngwén, saying, “Don’t worry, they won’t die.”

Although the Three Dùs were elderly and light in weight, together they weighed about two hundred catties. Ye Qingfeng lifted them casually as if they were straw, and threw them out swiftly. The three seemed to be carried by a gust of wind, rapidly colliding with Kōngwén.

Monk Kōngwén, fearing he would injure the three Martial Uncles, dared not take the impact alone and shouted, “Several Junior Brothers…”

Before he finished speaking, several old monks of the Kōng generation nearby already understood his meaning. A dozen or so of them stepped forward together, reaching out to catch the flying Three Dùs. Unexpectedly, just as the Three Dùs flew in front of them, the iron chains binding them suddenly broke, and the three old monks scattered like startled night birds, shooting out in three different directions in the air.

Monk Kōngwén was greatly alarmed and shouted, “Junior Brothers, be careful!”

As he spoke, he quickly flew forward and caught Dùnán who was flying towards him. He dared not use force to resist the incoming momentum. As soon as his hands grabbed Dùnán, he rapidly retreated, backing up about ten zhang before fully dissipating the force of the collision.

Monk Kōngwén reacted quickly, and his Junior Brothers’ reactions were also not slow. Although the three old monks changed direction suddenly, everyone present was a top-tier expert, and they possessed such adaptability. Several of them split into two groups, using gentle force, either supporting or lifting, pulling or dragging. In any case, Dù’è and Dùjié were eventually caught by them without any mishaps.

Although they had caught the Three Dùs, Monk Kōngwén’s face was still filled with surging anger. Because, when he had caught Dùnán earlier, he immediately felt something was wrong with Dùnán’s body. He felt Dùnán’s body was empty and light, extremely weak, suddenly not like a martial artist. After putting Dùnán down, he specifically felt Dùnán’s pulse point and finally confirmed it without a doubt.

After confirming the conditions of Dù’è and Dùjié, which were also identical to Dùnán’s, Monk Kōngwén immediately said with grief and indignation, “Ye Eighth Hero, you fought with my three Martial Uncles. Since the outcome has been decided, why did you resort to such a vicious hand?”

The vicious hand he spoke of was naturally the crippling of the Three Dùs’ martial arts.

Ye Qingfeng said, “They insisted on fighting me to the death; they crippled themselves. What does that have to do with me?”

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