Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 584 - 0478: Died too easily, the Black Wind Mountain Worship Arena begins (added 12 - s for monthly tickets)

Chapter 584: 0478: Died too easily, the Black Wind Mountain Worship Arena begins (added 12 Chapters for monthly tickets)

"Revenge for my mother’s murder must not be left to others!"

Xiao Feng’s gaze intensifies as he suddenly raises his palm, but remembering Azhu nearby with a sorrowful expression, he looks at Murong Bo and asks, "Do you have any last words?"

Murong Bo laughs tragically, "What joy is there in living for a man, and what is there to fear in dying!

It is a pity, however, that since my ancestors, the Murong Family has striven hard only to revive Great Yan, and now with me, the line ends, what a pity...

Right now, I cannot even fight back, but to die by your hand, Xiao Feng, a fine man, is no disgrace. This Azhu beside you was raised in my house from a young age. I only hope you will treat her well. Go ahead!"

Frowning, Xiao Feng sees the heroic manner of Murong Bo and inside, cannot help but admire him.

If it were merely a general grievance, he would have just laughed it off and could even sit down to have a drink with the man, but this person was guilty of his mother’s murder, and as a deceitful, wicked man of many evils, today his death was inevitable.

"Feng’er, you have a broad mind, don’t be fooled by this old thief."

Xiao Yuanshan steps forward, points at Murong Bo with furious eyes, and shouts, "Are you still putting on this act today? I will put an end to you with one palm right now!"

No sooner had these words been spoken.

He bellows and strikes with a palm, a force tremendous and terrifying, whipping up a gale.

At that moment, many who had past associations with the Murong Family dared not watch, thinking that under this palm, Murong Bo would surely die a most tragic death.

Jiang Dali, in that instant, also steps forward, his strong and massive body like a wall blocking in front of the Shaolin crowd as he surveys all around.

Only when he heard a ’crack’ sound behind him, and the sudden uproar and shocked faces swirling before his eyes, did Jiang Dali realize Murong Bo was dead.

Turning to look.

Indeed, the family head of the Murong family, Murong Longcheng, the last descendant, was truly killed by Xiao Yuanshan’s palm on the spot; his chest collapsed inward, his internal organs shattered, and blood seeping from his eyes and seven apertures.

"He didn’t utter a sound till death, still counts as a real man, much stronger than your son."

Jiang Dali looks at Murong Bo’s corpse and quietly comments, also feeling an odd sensation.

In his previous life, whether it was Murong Bo or Murong Fu, both were formidable NPCs to him.

Murong Bo’s fate in his previous life was not so.

Instead, he had a major battle with Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, Murong Fu, and others against the Sweeping Monk, and ultimately had a great enlightenment, converting to Buddhism with Xiao Yuanshan.

But in this life, both Murong Fu and Murong Bo could be said to have died because of him.

Murong Bo in this life never planned on coming to Shaolin, evidently having heard of his, Black Wind Village’s, major approaching on Shaolin and had avoided it beforehand, but was still forcefully brought here by him.

Just then, Jiang Dali was thinking whether the Sweeping Monk might appear to intervene, contemplating the so-called ethereal karma and destiny, so he stood prepared.

Who would have thought that Murong Bo would be easily killed by a single palm?

The expected Sweeping Monk never appeared.

Jiang Dali turns towards Xiao Feng.

At this moment, Xiao Feng, having regained his senses from seeing his arch-enemy killed by a palm strike, could not help but look at Jiang Dali, his expression turning solemn, obviously thinking of the earlier warning by Jiang Dali.

But since the mysterious Sweeping Monk did not appear, Xiao Feng’s somber expression relaxed slightly.

Sending a grateful thought to Jiang Dali, Xiao Feng then turned with his father Xiao Yuanshan to look at Master Xuan Ci, who was chanting a Buddhist mantra.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Master Xuan Ci faces the assembly and declares loudly, "This old monk has violated the major precepts of the Buddhist gate and tarnished Shaolin’s reputation. Brother Xuan Ji, according to our monastery’s precepts, how should this be punished?"

Both Xuzhu and Ye Erniang are startled, their mouths opening to intercept, yet unsure what to say.

The monk Xuan Ji instantly shows a troubled face, "This... this... Brother..."

At this moment, snickers emanate from the group of players.

"Could it be that the Shaolin Abbot committed misdeeds and fathered an illegitimate child without any consequences?"

"Indeed, if so, Shaolin is nothing special after all."

With these few sentences, instantly hundreds of angry glances shoot towards those few players.

Even the Shaolin disciples among the players feel humiliated at this point and glare angrily.

However, Xuan Ci remains unmoved and says, "The country has laws, and each family has its rules. Every sect, gang, and religious institution inevitably has unworthy disciples. To maintain a clean reputation doesn’t mean to forever prevent violations, but to ensure that everything is punished according to the law without any exception.

Xuan Ci has violated the precept of chastity; being an abbot, my punishment should be doubled. Shaolin’s precepts will not be lightly forgiven.

Law Enforcement Monk, give Xuan Ci a severe punishment of two hundred strokes."

With these words, he immediately kneels down, facing the Buddha statue in Shaolin’s Grand Hall from afar, rolling up his monk robe to expose his back.

This scene makes the surrounding assembly exchange glances, shocked, thinking how unusual it is for the Shaolin Abbot to volunteer for punishment in public.

Even Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan, whose anger had not yet subsided, have their expressions slightly condensed, seeing that this monk indeed has a repentant heart.

Many players, however, discuss the event as if watching a drama, some praising, others saying the punishment is too light; very few actually express sympathy.

"Hehehe, I’m punishing myself, today I indeed saw the Shaolin Abbot set a precedent."

"If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked; how else can he command respect without punishing himself?"

Some players’ words had quickly angered many Shaolin disciples.

At once, some hot-tempered Shaolin players wanted to charge forward desperately, but they were rebuked and reprimanded by their elders.

Jiang Dali saw this scene, and he lost the mood to continue watching the excitement.

He had witnessed this scene in his past life.

Master Xuan Ci ultimately died under two hundred strokes, and Ye Erniang also committed suicide for love.

However, although he knew the outcome, he would certainly not intervene.

For to forgive, for someone who knows their own mistakes, is the greatest punishment.

"It seems... unless I go to the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, or Shaolin faces a significant disaster, the Sweeping Monk would not be disturbed.

And given the Sweeping Monk’s reclusive nature over the years, this minor trouble would definitely not bring him out."

Jiang Dali watched as the beatings began on Xuan Ci and thought to himself.

He looked around at the numerous buildings and temples behind the mountains of Shaolin, his gaze distant, his thoughts wandering.

He felt an inexplicable regret well up in his heart, and even an urge to try his luck.

He thought he should have just let Murong Bo go earlier, letting him run to the Scripture Pavilion as he did in the past life.

This would have naturally led to the appearance of the Sweeping Monk.

Now, if he were to force his way into the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, he would face great opposition and possibly trigger a massive battle, with the Sweeping Monk possibly still not appearing.

Logically speaking.

Since Xiao Feng’s great revenge had already been avenged, and the Sweeping Monk, an expert, did not appear, it should be a joy for all, avoiding trouble.

But for this mysterious figure, suspected to be as powerful as the old eunuch.

Jiang Dali was always curious and had a strong desire to confront him, really wanting to meet this mysterious old monk and see just how powerful he was.

This emotion was like Ding Peng after mastering his Saber Skill, wanting to challenge Xie Xiaofeng.

It was entirely a strong person’s curiosity, skepticism, and desire to challenge another possibly more potent existence.

"It seems that the players were not wrong in calling me the king of troublemakers; indeed, my mentality right now is solely to stir up trouble."

Joking and mocking himself in his mind, Jiang Dali’s gaze shifted, and he looked at many Mountain Village Players around the mountain paths who had been angrily staring down Shaolin players for a long time.

"We still need to follow the original plan. Let these players challenge the Shaolin players and even NPC disciples, stirring up a large-scale competition and exchange that draws everyone’s attention. That way, I can sneak into Shaolin more easily."

He immediately stood out and walked into the center.

"Hey, hey! What are you trying to do now?"

Lu Xiaofeng, startled, his male intuition told him that the Black Wind Village Chief might be about to cause trouble again.

Jiang Dali’s movement.

Immediately, the gazes of thousands of heroes shifted from Xuan Ci, who was being punished, onto him.

A mix of wary, puzzled, and awe-inspiring looks converged, wondering what the Black Wind Village Chief intended to do by suddenly standing out at this time.

"Men of the Martial World, fellow martial artists!"

Jiang Dali stood in the center and shouted loudly, his robust arms gesturing respectfully from left to right and then right to left. After attracting everyone’s attention, he spoke loudly.

"Right now, the leader of Shaolin, Master Xuan Ci, has already accepted his punishment. The initiator of the Yanmen Pass incident years ago, Murong Bo, has also died here.

My brother Xiao Feng’s great vengeance can thus be considered resolved.

However, this Village Chief has a second matter to attend to, which is to boldly experience the Martial Arts Grandmaster Shaolin’s martial skills..."

"Here it comes, here it comes, the Village Chief is finally starting the second phase of the force mission."

"I thought the Village Chief had forgotten about the Black Wind Mountain Worshiping Arena, but now it’s finally been mentioned."

"I’ve been eagerly waiting! I’ve already secretly contacted several of Shaolin’s stinky disciples, ready to put on a robust performance soon."

Upon hearing Jiang Dali’s loud proclamation, a crowd of players immediately got excited, knowing that the long-awaited Black Wind Mountain Worshiping Arena was about to start.

"....It’s long been said in the Martial World that all martial arts originate from Shaolin.

This Village Chief has always admired Shaolin’s prestige.

At the same time, I also want my brothers in the village to experience Shaolin’s martial arts firsthand, to avoid being frog-in-a-well and overly self-important."

Jiang Dali said with a smile, and finally, his gaze directly met a group of Shaolin high monks with darkening expressions.

"Esteemed high monks, this Village Chief today comes to initiate the Mountain Worshiping Arena, letting just the young ones from our village exchange blows with your high-ranking Shaolin disciples. How about we learn about Shaolin’s unique skills?"

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(This Chapter is a bit short, three thousand words. Asking for monthly and recommendation tickets! Continuing to write in the wee hours, this time updating at dawn.)