Chapter 52: Big Sister, Let Me Handle This!
“Amitabha, I did not know that Mister Ji of the Astonishing Swan Saber had graced us with his presence. This old monk failed to welcome you from afar; please forgive me, Mister Ji!”
Another old monk with white hair and beard walked out from the Great Hall again.
Ji Qing and Lei Yu immediately guessed that the other party should be the abbot of the Hanging Temple, Master Kongzhi!
“May I ask what matter brings Mister Ji here?”
Master Kongzhi asked.
“Ji Qing” is now the renowned “Astonishing Swan Saber” in the Jianghu. Why would he come to the Hanging Temple for no reason?
The other party must have some agenda!
Lei Yu was not polite either and said loudly: “Big Monk, in the Jiang City Decisive Battle, Old Three was struck with severe toxin. I believe your Hanging Temple has also heard about it. Now this toxin has penetrated deep into his organs and marrow, untreatable by medicine or stone. I have heard that your temple has a divine skill, the Extreme Yang Scripture, that can neutralize all poisons, so we have come specifically to request the Extreme Yang Scripture. I hope your temple can grant this!”
After hearing Lei Yu say the three words “Extreme Yang Scripture,” all the monks in the temple changed their expressions drastically.
Especially Abbot Master Kongzhi, who felt a heavy weight in his heart.
He had been worried about this before.
Especially since the other party was also at the Listen to the Wind Tower in Jiang City.
Now it seemed that this worry had come true.
“May I ask, Mister Ji, who said that our Hanging Temple’s Extreme Yang Scripture can neutralize all poisons?”
“Shopkeeper Xia of the Listen to the Wind Tower.”
“As expected…”
Master Kongzhi was not surprised.
The Listen to the Wind Tower in Jiang City has grudges with the Hanging Temple. The other party guided Ji Qing and the others to the Hanging Temple with the purpose of causing trouble for the Hanging Temple.
“Mister Ji, you may not know that the Listen to the Wind Tower in Jiang City has some past issues with our temple, so…”
“Cut the nonsense. Will you give the Extreme Yang Scripture or not?”
Lei Yu was too lazy to waste more words with the monks of the Hanging Temple.
Ji Qing was almost at his limit; how could they slowly chat idly here with a group of monks?
Master Kongzhi glanced at Lei Yu, then took a deep breath and loudly said to the many pilgrims inside the temple: “Today, our Hanging Temple has important matters to handle, so we are closing the temple for the day. Please, all benefactors, leave the temple first and come back tomorrow to offer incense!”
Thus, the monks and samis in the temple escorted the pilgrims out of the Hanging Temple one by one.
Before long, the Hanging Temple quieted down.
“Amitabha, Mister Ji, this Extreme Yang Scripture is our Hanging Temple’s divine skill and cannot be lightly transmitted. Please seek another method, Mister Ji.”
Master Kongzhi directly refused Ji Qing.
“Hmph, I knew you monks wouldn’t be that easy to talk to. Human life is at stake, and don’t you often say that saving one life is better than building a seven-story stupa? Now Old Three is in critical condition, waiting for the Extreme Yang Scripture to save his life, and you monks just watch coldly, refusing to save him?”
Lei Yu sneered.
At this moment, her mind was clear, and her eloquence was impressive.
“Silence! Demoness, Ji Qing is the fifth on the Villain Ranking, a demon, and you have the nerve to ask for the Extreme Yang Scripture?”
A burly monk glared angrily at Lei Yu.
“So, you’re refusing to lend it?”
“We refuse!”
Lei Yu gently placed Ji Qing behind her and stepped forward a few steps.
“Since you’re not lending it, then I’ll take it by force!”
With a loud shout from Lei Yu, her massive body suddenly became incredibly agile as she charged toward Master Kongzhi.
“Outrageous! This is a sacred Buddhist ground; how dare a demoness like you act so brazenly?”
The burly Big Monk strode directly in front of Master Kongzhi and threw a punch.
This punch was like that of an angry Vajra, with the air rumbling with a “boom.”
It showed just how terrifying the might of this punch was.
Lei Yu also threw a punch, colliding fiercely with the opponent’s.
“Bang.”
The two massive forces clashed violently, and even everyone felt the ground vibrating.
One side was like a Buddhist angry Vajra, with boundless strength.
The other side was like a Meat Mountain, tough-skinned and thick-fleshed, equally not to be underestimated.
Both sides punched again and again, with no dodging, purely clashing head-on.
“Eight-armed Heavenly Maiden!”
Suddenly, Lei Yu shouted loudly.
Accompanying her shout, it was as if she had grown countless arms.
In the void, arm phantoms appeared densely, seeming endless as countless fists poured down on the opponent.
The burly Big Monk was momentarily overwhelmed and beaten back step by step.
“Bang.”
Finally, Lei Yu landed a palm strike on the burly Big Monk’s chest.
The Big Monk’s entire body shook.
His iron-tower-like body was flung high into the air and eventually crashed heavily to the ground.
“Pfft.”
The Big Monk even spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly seriously injured.
Abbot Master Kongzhi stared fixedly at Lei Yu.
“Eight-armed Heavenly Maiden… Amitabha, so the benefactor is a disciple of the Red Lotus Sect. May I ask from which peak?”
“Old Monk, you have some insight. Correct, I am a disciple of the Red Lotus Sect, from Mystic Maiden Peak.”
“So it’s a prized disciple from Mystic Maiden Peak.”
Master Kongzhi’s expression was somewhat complex.
The Red Lotus Sect is no ordinary sect.
This sect is somewhat strange, a semi-reclusive sect.
Its disciples can walk in the Jianghu, but there are very few.
Yet the sect itself never appears in the world.
Therefore, many in the Jianghu do not know of the Red Lotus Sect.
But the Hanging Temple is a thousand-year ancient temple that was once immensely glorious in the Jianghu, so Master Kongzhi naturally knows of the Red Lotus Sect.
The current Red Lotus Sect even has a Grandmaster in charge.
Far stronger than the Hanging Temple by an unknown margin.
If it were just one Ji Qing, that would be fine.
But now another Red Lotus Sect disciple has appeared.
For a moment, Master Kongzhi felt a massive headache.
“Old Monk, will you give the Extreme Yang Scripture or not?”
Lei Yu asked again.
Master Kongzhi thought for a long time but ultimately shook his head: “This concerns our sect’s divine skill; this old monk is helpless. Seven Staff Monks, the opponent is a Red Lotus Sect high monk with strong martial arts. Go and exchange pointers with her.”
“Yes, Abbot.”
Thus, seven high monks stepped forward a few steps.
“Old Monk, you are truly shameless…”
Lei Yu’s face darkened.
The seven Staff Monks opposite were all second-rate experts.
They even knew joint strike techniques. How to fight?
But in this situation, they must fight!
“Eight-armed Heavenly Maiden!”
Lei Yu’s body rapidly expanded, her aura becoming even more terrifying.
The sky was filled with arm phantoms.
This was already fighting desperately.
“Form the formation!”
The seven Staff Monks were not undeserved of their reputation.
To be “Staff Monks” meant they could join hands to form an array.
At that time, the seven Staff Monks together could even fight a dozen experts of the same level.
Sure enough, under the joint effort of the seven Staff Monks, a massive staff phantom seemed to appear in the void.
It struck down toward Lei Yu.
“Boom.”
The myriad arms disappeared.
Even Lei Yu’s massive body returned to normal.
Lei Yu staggered back several steps before steadying herself.
But a trickle of bright red blood had already flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Lei Yu was injured.
In just one strike, she was defeated.
“Good, good, Old Monk, you’re ganging up on us, huh?”
“Amitabha, our Hanging Temple Staff Monks always form arrays to meet enemies, no matter how many opponents there are. Benefactor Lei, Mister Ji, please go down the mountain. If the fight continues, there may be injuries.”
Master Kongzhi slightly lowered his gaze and said loudly.
“You…”
Lei Yu wanted to press forward desperately.
“Slap.”
Ji Qing pulled Lei Yu back.
“Big Sister, let me handle this.”
Ji Qing’s voice was very soft.
Even his entire person looked frail and weak.
But as soon as he spoke, whether Master Kongzhi or the seven Staff Monks, all their expressions changed abruptly!
A man’s fame is like the shadow of his tree.
No matter if Ji Qing was now poisoned or frail and weak.
As long as “Astonishing Swan Saber” Ji Qing spoke, no one dared to underestimate him!
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