The most beautiful and lustful concubine

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Jue Se was startled, his tone becoming hesitant as he said, "Abbot... Senior Brother, you..." He remained blocking the doorway, preventing the monks from entering. The abbot sized Jue Se up and down, left and right, and seeing his lecherous appearance, he was instantly enraged. He roared, "Get out of my way!" Jue Se tried to argue again, but the abbot's left hand, using his dragon claw technique, grabbed Jue Se's waist. While their martial arts skills were arguably evenly matched, the abbot's sudden attack, coupled with Jue Se's lack of preparation, left him weak and unable to move. The abbot pushed him aside and ordered, "Search!" A group of monks shouted in unison and rushed into the secret chamber.

The abbot arrived quickly, finding a small room divided into two sections, but no one was there. Jue Se recovered slightly, but his waist still ached, and he could no longer muster half his strength. He walked in with his head down, unsure how to explain himself to the abbot, or rather, how to escape from Shaolin Temple. He knew that if the abbot found out, he would lose his position as head of the Discipline Hall, potentially suffering disgrace and possibly even failing to leave Shaolin Temple alive. The abbot would never allow the world to know that the Discipline Hall had produced someone as beautiful as Jue Se. As he felt anxious, the abbot turned around and said, "Junior Brother Jue Se, I never imagined your meditation room had such a structure. As the abbot of Shaolin, I was completely unaware. You live a truly carefree life!" Jue Se had built this pool to satisfy his own needs, so naturally he was very careful. As the head of the Discipline Hall, building such a room in his meditation room was something he could do without anyone noticing.

Jue Se was startled, initially thinking the abbot was joking. She looked up and saw Xiao Cui was nowhere to be seen. Overjoyed, she didn't care where Xiao Cui had gone and said, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you, Abbot. As you know, I often practice martial arts until I'm drenched in sweat, so I built a pool in the room so I can bathe whenever I want." She forced a smile, but then wondered, "Where did she go?" She searched the secret room; besides the two pools, there was nothing else. The only possibility was that she was hiding in the water. The cold water pool was crystal clear, clearly not a safe place to hide. She glanced at the hot spring pool, seeing faint bubbles rising to the surface, and thought, "Could she be hiding in there?" Only there could someone possibly hide. Jue Se knew the abbot's sharp eyes would see through this, and she only wanted to distract him.

But the abbot had already noticed. Before Jue Se could speak, she was interrupted. The abbot said, "Someone, search this pool." He pointed to the hot spring. The monk with the staff agreed and was about to dip his staff into the pool to stir it. At the same time, a woman's sharp voice rang out, "No need!" Everyone was startled. Xiao Cui stood up from the hot spring, like a lotus emerging from the water, her warm hair draped over her shoulders, water trickling down her skin—a truly exquisite sight. The monks were puzzled and stared wide-eyed.

Since Xiao Cui was only wearing a simple undergarment, the wetness accentuated her beautiful figure. Upon closer inspection, the monks were immediately aroused by suppressed desires. They all blushed, and several lowered their heads. Monks, supposed to be celibate and detached, should have remained composed in such a situation; those who lowered their heads seemed to be disturbed by their own desires.
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Initially, the abbot didn't believe the informant from the sweeping monk, because he had lived with the beautiful woman for years, and her character was always praised by the martial arts world. He would never do such a thing. However, to find out the truth, he brought the monk with him. Upon reaching the door of the beautiful woman's meditation room, the servant saw the man pressing his ear against the window, seemingly eavesdropping. The servant approached, wanting to find out more. As soon as he drew near, he heard a woman's laughter coming from inside the room, so he stopped and listened intently.

It turned out the servant often brought women to the beautiful woman's room, but fearing her and unable to satisfy himself, he always eavesdropped. This also served as a lookout, alerting the woman if anyone approached. Previously, the servants would secretly abduct women from civilian houses; most girls would threaten suicide, none willingly participating. The woman would usually have her pressure points sealed before doing as she pleased, so there was usually nothing to hear outside the window. But this time was different; the woman had come to the brothel to summon Xiao Cui, hoping for a change of pace. Xiao Cui, well aware of men's needs, made them yearn for more, which only intensified Jue Se's inner turmoil. The two flirted and teased each other in the room, while the servants outside listened intently, oblivious to the commotion. Even the abbot and a dozen monks behind them remained unaware, completely absorbed in the conversation.

The abbot, now sixty years old and having been a monk for over forty years, had abstained from women from the beginning, and his masculine impulses had long been forgotten. However, hearing this from outside the door suddenly aroused a pent-up desire from his youth, and his long-dormant genitals finally responded, compelling him to listen a little longer. The monks behind him, mostly blushing and chuckling amongst themselves, listened quietly. Only after Jue Se and Xiao Cui entered the secret room did the abbot speak: "What are you doing here?" The servant was startled, a chill running down his spine. He was speechless. The abbot ordered two monks to seize him, and then broke down the door himself. Although Jueshe tried to stop her at every turn, the abbot already knew that there was indeed a woman in his meditation room.

Xiao Cui, seeing someone suddenly burst in, knew that Jueshe, being a Shaolin monk, would be difficult to explain if a woman was discovered in his room. She herself feared trouble, worried that the Shaolin monks might be lustful, and she wouldn't be able to handle serving so many monks. But this was someone else's territory, and refusing was impossible. So she took advantage of the chaos to hide in the hot spring, hoping they wouldn't find her and would leave. However, they talked for so long that she couldn't hold back any longer. Finally, she surfaced, took a deep breath, and then said sharply, "You lecherous wretch, you're inhuman! We agreed to serve only one person, but you've gone back on your word!" Seeing the tense atmosphere, she fell silent. Hands covering her chest, she walked past the monks out the door. The monks, seeing her disheveled state, wanted to stop her but dared not, only watching her leave the secret room.

The abbot snapped out of his daze and said, "Lust without restraint? What a lust without restraint!" Jue Se felt that explaining was pointless, but still said, "Senior brother, please let me explain." He didn't know what else to say.

The abbot immediately regained his senses and said, "Guards, take Jue Se to the main hall for public trial." He then led the way out of the secret chamber. Jue Se's mind went blank as he was escorted out of the secret chamber by two monks with clubs. Once outside the secret chamber, they arrived at the meditation room. The abbot saw the two monks escorting Zhi Ke facing outwards, as if avoiding something, while Zhi Ke's eyes were wide open, seemingly looking at something, a hint of drool escaping his lips.
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abbot strode forward and shouted sternly, "What are you two doing?" Zhi Ke immediately turned around. The two monks, their bodies trembling, turned around, heads bowed, stammering, "Abbot..." The abbot glanced at the bed to his right, where he saw Xiao Cui already dressed, fiddling with her soaking wet hair. It seemed she had openly changed in front of the three of them, causing the two monks to turn away in embarrassment, while the waiter had stared in disbelief. He understood now, but wasn't angry, only somewhat helpless. Now, with no way to prevent the scandal from spreading, only one terrifying thought flashed through the abbot's mind: to kill her to silence her, to make sure this never happened, and to make it seem as if this beautiful woman had never existed in Shaolin.

When Xiao Cui saw the abbot and his entourage emerge, she got off the bed and walked to his side, saying, "Old monk, since this is my profession, I naturally have no reason to refuse. However, with so many of you coming at once, I'm naturally overwhelmed. How about this: as long as you're willing to pay, I can stay at Shaolin for ten days or half a month without any problem. I'll receive a dozen or twenty people each day, and rest on the first and fifteenth of each month. What do you say? Since you're the head of Shaolin, I'll let you be the first to try it today. Come on!" As she spoke, she circled the abbot's body, her skillful hands gently caressing his sensitive areas, and pulled him towards the bed. The abbot had originally intended to kill her with a single palm strike, but she had made his whole body hot, and he had an uncontrollable internal force, let alone the ability to use true energy to kill an enemy. He feared that if she continued, he might not be able to hold on, and a single misstep could ruin his lifelong reputation. So he pushed her aside and called out, "Come... come here, quickly take this female benefactor away."

Xiao Cui had actually wanted to leave for a while, because she wasn't confident she could control herself in front of these perpetually thirsty monks. But she was afraid he would change his mind, so she said again, "You want me to leave? Don't you want me to serve you anymore?" Seeing her about to approach again, the abbot quickly waved his hand and said, "Quick, send her away." Two monks with staffs came to Xiao Cui and gestured for her to leave, so she followed them.

Xiao Cui had been gone for a long time, and the abbot was still sweating profusely beside her, until one of the monks with staffs reminded him, "Abbot, that female benefactor has left." Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. The abbot glared at Jue Se, then said, "Immediately beat the drum and ring the bell to summon all the monks in the temple to the Great Buddha Hall." A green-robed monk with a staff received the order and hurried away. The abbot continued, "Take Jue Se and this young monk to the Great Hall." Then he flicked his sleeve and left first.

From the moment Jueshe saw the abbot, she seemed like a different person, her heart empty, lost in thought. Now, she was being led towards the main hall, unaware of the calamity that awaited her. The young monk Chunni, however, understood from the start that the abbot, as the head of Shaolin, would not allow this scandal to spread throughout the martial world. The two would face a public trial; even if they didn't die, they might be imprisoned in Shaolin forever, never to rise again—a fate worse than death. Their only chance of survival was to escape Shaolin. But Shaolin was teeming with powerful martial artists; to force their way out would be no different than storming the imperial palace. He was now constantly devising a plan for escape.

Halfway there, he heard the bell toll suddenly, like thunder. He knew that upon hearing this bell, all the senior disciples of Shaolin would drop everything and rush to the Great Buddha Hall, making escape even more difficult. Thinking about this, he broke out in a cold sweat. Unexpectedly, he turned his head and saw Jue Se looking dazed. Knowing that he hadn't yet grasped the danger, he whispered, "Uncle Jue Se, Uncle Jue Se." A monk behind him nudged him, saying, "Don't speak." Jue Se, hearing the call, came to his senses. Seeing Chun Ni making a throat-slitting gesture towards him, he immediately realized what was happening. Now, seeing the abbot walking a foot ahead of him, about to reach the Great Buddha Hall, he became excited. In a flash, his body jerked, knocking the two people beside him to the ground. The other monks immediately surrounded Jue Se. Hearing the commotion, the abbot quickly turned around and asked, "Jue Se, what are you doing?" Jue Se, acting impulsively, only wanted to break free from the monks' restraints, but couldn't explain why. Hearing the abbot's sharp questioning, she was even more at a loss for words. Meanwhile, the young monk Chun Ni, seeing everyone's attention on Jue Se, saw no better opportunity. He shrugged and broke free from his captors, trying to escape. Unexpectedly, the two monks noticed his attempt to flee and shouted, "Stop!" They rushed forward, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back. Chun Ni lowered his shoulders, grabbed the back of the hand of the monk behind him with his left hand, and twisted it with a turn of his body, instantly breaking the monk's right hand.

The two monks were astonished that a mere servant could possess such martial arts skills. The other monk then swung his staff at Chun Ni's head. After breaking the monk's arm, Chun Ni delivered a powerful right punch, sending him flying several feet. Seeing the staff-wielding monk immediately swing his staff at his head, he had no time to defend himself. He simply pushed off with his legs, and a surge of internal energy shot from his dantian to the top of his head. This staff-wielding monk, skilled in the Shaolin Dharma Staff Technique, was already enraged by his companion's severed arm. His staff strike was powerful enough to shatter even stone, but unexpectedly, when it hit the head of the disciple, it snapped in two with a crack. Still reeling from the shock, he saw the disciple's dragon claw hand reach for his neck. In a panic, he tried to pull his hands back to defend, but Chunni grabbed his hand and twisted it, breaking the fingers of his right hand. Chunni, startled, fled.
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The abbot, seeing this, was also taken aback. He said to Jue Se, "Jue Se, Jue Se, you actually taught a mere disciple the Dragon Claw Hand!" Then he leaped into the air, shouting, "You unfilial disciple, don't run away!" His voice was like a thunderclap, directly confronting Chunni. Terrified, Chunni dared not turn back. Just as he was about to unleash his lightness skill, he was struck hard in the back and fell headfirst to the ground. He immediately sprang to his feet, only to find the abbot still two zhang away. He realized he had just been struck by a "palm strike from a distance," and felt a sweet taste in his throat before spitting out a mouthful of blood. The abbot closed in, his robe obscuring his vision. He vaguely felt a hand creep up his left arm to his shoulder, followed by a sharp pain in his left arm and then numbness in half his body. At the same time, he heard several monks shouting, "Jue Se has escaped! Chase after her!" Upon hearing this, the abbot immediately pulled back his robe and gave chase.

Chunni could now see clearly that his left arm had been severed, blood flowing everywhere. Already in excruciating pain, the sight caused him to scream in agony, nearly fainting. Fortunately, his will was strong, and he quickly pressed several acupoints on his left arm to stop the bleeding. Seeing two monks swinging their staffs at him, knowing he would surely die if he didn't leave, he leaped up and kicked the incoming staffs, breaking the ends of the two staffs which flew to the sides and embedded themselves in the wall. Chunni pushed off twice and leaped over the wall to escape.

It wasn't surprising that a mere monk with such high martial arts skills, and who had survived such a heavy blow, could escape alive. Jueshe always sent Chunni out of the temple to find women, sometimes even snatching any pretty girl he saw; naturally, he needed to be skilled in martial arts. Moreover, Chunni was a martial arts fanatic, especially fond of Shaolin's secret techniques, the "Dragon Claw Hand" and the "Yi Jin Jing." Whenever he asked, Jueshe had no reason to refuse. Thus, over the years, although he was not yet twenty, he had already learned six or seven tenths of Jueshe's skills, making these monks no match for him. The two monks exchanged glances and then gave chase.

Jueshe ran desperately, determined to escape Shaolin Temple. The abbot and his monks followed closely behind, only a few feet behind, but they couldn't catch up. The Shaolin monks along the way were very puzzled by Jue Se's panicked and disoriented appearance, but none dared to ask. Moreover, Jue Se ran extremely fast, covering several feet in the blink of an eye; even if they wanted to ask, they were too slow. Only when the monks who caught up explained the situation did they understand, and now they too joined the chase, so the number of pursuers increased, and the entire Shaolin Temple was plunged into chaos.

Jue Se was about to leave the Shaolin Temple gate when he saw two gray-robed monks with staffs guarding the gate in the distance. He had already made up his mind that if the two dared to obstruct him, he would kill them without hesitation. When he was about two feet away from them, his right hand was already brimming with internal energy. With a single punch, even the hardest stone would shatter. Just then, a gust of wind rushed past him, and he felt a cool sensation on his face. He touched his fingers and found them covered in blood. He thought he had been ambushed and injured, but he felt no pain anywhere in his body. Looking closely at the person running past him, he saw that the man moved with incredible speed, his body whistling through the air, his right arm seemingly severed. Judging from his technique, it was clearly the Snake Walk, one of the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin. This skill was a light-body technique, executed with lightning speed. In Shaolin Temple, besides himself, the abbot, and the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, no one else was known to know this skill. Moreover, the man looked to be only in his twenties, which made him even more curious. In fact, the man was Chunni, and the Snake Walk technique had been taught to him by Jueshe. However, he had been so focused on escaping that he hadn't seen the man's face.

At the same time, he heard the two monks shout, "Stop!" They seemed to have seen Chunni and gave chase. Jueshe knew in her heart that she had been using the Snake Movement Technique for a long time, and most of the monks in the temple would not be able to catch up with her for a while. However, the abbot might arrive at any moment, so she dared not think too much and continued to run forward.

The abbot, already ten zhang away, saw Jue Se about to escape from Shaolin Temple and shouted, "Catch him! Don't let him get away!" Jue Se, seeing the two staff-wielding monks in her way, thought, "You two think you can stop me?" She disregarded them and ran past them. The two monks, hearing the abbot's shout, assumed he wanted to capture Chun Ni. Seeing Jue Se suddenly dart past them, they were initially startled, then mistakenly thought Jue Se was also there to capture Chun Ni. So, they chased after her, calling out, "Master Jue Se..." Jue Se said, "You two are troublesome, I'll deal with you first." She slowed her pace slightly, and as soon as the two staff-wielding monks got close, she struck them dead with a heavy blow. At this moment, the two monks arrived. One said, "That person just now looked like Chun Ni. Why is he missing an arm?" The other said, "What did he do? Why does the abbot want to capture him? And why does Master Jue Se have to do it herself?" "Jue Se immediately understood that the two had misunderstood. Firstly, they were both Shaolin monks, and she didn't want to kill them for no reason; secondly, she didn't want to cause any more trouble. So she said, 'This matter can't be explained in a short time. Chun Ni has been secretly learning Shaolin martial arts. I will go and capture her myself and hand her over to the abbot for punishment. You two guard the temple gate and tell the abbot not to leave the temple, as a powerful enemy will attack at noon.' As soon as she spoke, she had already leaped several feet away.
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The two monks, seeing that things had happened so suddenly, hadn't recovered yet. One said, 'Chun Ni has been secretly learning martial arts? No wonder her lightness skill is so good.' The other said, 'Master Jue Se said that a powerful enemy will attack. Who would be so bold?' Just then, the abbot arrived in front of them. Before the two could speak, the abbot said, 'Why didn't you stop him?' One of them said, 'Master Jue Se said that he would go and capture him, and also told us to guard the temple gate, as a powerful enemy would attack at noon.' The abbot was furious and said sternly, 'I'm talking about Master Jue Se.'" Both were startled and exclaimed in unison, "Master Jueshe? This..." One of them hadn't even processed what was happening. The abbot, seeing that Jueshe had already run several dozen feet, turned a corner, and darted into a thicket, knew that if he didn't give chase, he might never catch up. Too lazy to entangle with the two monks in front of him, he used his serpentine movement technique to pursue Jueshe. The two monks only understood what was happening when their fellow disciples arrived and explained the situation.

At this point, the difference in martial arts skill among the monks became very apparent. The abbot was in the lead, the slightly stronger ones followed closely behind, and the weaker ones had already been left dozens of feet behind. Jueshe ran and ran, not daring to stop for a moment. Turning around, she saw the abbot still following closely behind, only a dozen feet away. Now, she mustered all her strength and increased her speed. From afar, she heard the abbot shout, "Traitor, don't run!" The sound, like lightning, shot straight into Jue Se's ears, making her head spin. After a brief moment of dizziness, she ran along several mountain paths before suddenly losing her footing and falling to the ground.

Jue Se knew the abbot was behind her. Although the fall caused her excruciating pain, she immediately sprang to her feet, preparing to flee again. Unexpectedly, in just a short while, the abbot had already reached her, blocking her path. Jue Se stammered, "Abbot, you…" The abbot said sternly, "Don't teach me! Shaolin can no longer tolerate you for what you've done." Jue Se said, "I know I was wrong. I know I'm unworthy to be a nun. I haven't resolved all my sins. I only hope that Abbot will consider our past as fellow disciples and let me go." The abbot said, "How can you let me go after doing such a thing? Do you know that as the head of the Shaolin Disciplinary Hall, if this gets out, it will damage Shaolin's reputation..." At this moment, a large group of monks could be heard approaching from afar, only a dozen feet away, and they were about to arrive. Jue Se saw that the abbot was not going to let her go. Although her martial arts were high, once all the masters of Shaolin arrived, even if she had three heads and six arms, she would still die. She had no choice but to fight to the death. She said, "Is Abbot Uncle determined to kill me?"

The abbot crossed his hands and fiddled with his prayer beads with his left hand, saying, "Amitabha. Buddhism is compassionate, but it will not let a lecherous thief go free to wreak havoc on the martial world." As he chanted, the abbot flicked a rosary bead with his left hand, sending it hurtling towards the abbot's brow. The two were very close, and the abbot was using Shaolin One-Finger Zen internal force to propel the bead; it should have been enough to pierce even the hardest marble, let alone Juesai's head. Fortunately, Juesai was prepared. Seeing the abbot's left hand move, he reacted instantly, tilting his head slightly. The bead grazed past his brow, shattering a small stone behind him with a loud thud. Juesai felt a sharp pain, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. Hearing the approaching footsteps growing louder, he said, "If you're not going to cooperate, don't blame me for being ruthless." He exerted force with his legs, gathering his internal energy in his right palm, and struck the abbot directly at the head.

The abbot, determined to eliminate Jue Se to avoid damaging Shaolin's reputation, lunged forward as he released his prayer beads, his left hand striking Jue Se's head with an iron palm strike. Had Jue Se been even slightly slow to dodge the beads, this blow would surely shatter his brains. However, Jue Se's reaction speed was far faster than he had anticipated. Before his iron palm even reached the back of Jue Se's head, Jue Se had already turned and struck him in the chest. At this rate, one blow could kill him, but given Jue Se's formidable martial arts, a blow to the chest would surely shatter his internal organs. Driven by urgency, however, he lacked the necessary courage. How much time did he have to think? The abbot immediately lowered his palm, meeting Jue Se's right palm. The palms touched slightly, and he was instantly unable to break free. At the same time, he felt a surge of internal energy rush into his left hand, reaching his internal organs, and his body involuntarily retreated three steps. Before the abbot could regain his footing, Jue Se caught up and took a few more steps forward, striking again with her right palm. The abbot knew her palm strike was powerful, beyond his ability to withstand, so he quickly leaped three steps to the side. A loud crash followed, and rocks flew behind him. The abbot was startled and wanted to turn around to see what had happened, but then he heard Jue Se say, "Uncle-Master Abbot, I'm so sorry." "Upon hearing those words, he felt his breathing become labored, his entire body feeling as if it had been struck by a boulder and was about to shatter. Then, behind him... 8》

? When Jue Se unleashed her final palm strike, she felt 30% of her power being redirected, and she involuntarily staggered back three steps. Her entire right arm was numb and tingling. Then she chanted, 'Diamond Hard Qigong, congratulations Abbot!' Then, without further entanglement, she darted westward into a silk forest and quickly disappeared. The Shaolin monks and disciples arrived one after another, finding the Abbot standing on the ground, his feet having left two deep gashes in front of him, like wheels rolling over mud. A huge rock beside him had been punched with a three-zhang-wide hole. Everyone knew the power of Jue Se's palm strike, and they were all very nervous, asking, 'Abbot... are you alright?' 'Everyone, quickly surround the entire silk forest! We must not let the traitor escape from Shaolin Temple!' Dozens of people obeyed the order and were about to chase after him into the silk forest.

The Abbot suddenly spoke up: 'Don't chase him!'" He spoke in a low voice, yet it carried a certain intimidating power. The crowd merely circled around him, ceasing their pursuit. The abbot seemed to have suffered severe internal injuries; his face turned purplish-blue immediately after speaking, a sudden sweet taste rose in his throat, and then he coughed up blood. Finally, he could no longer stand, his legs buckled, and he was about to collapse to the ground. Jueyu, the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, also rushed over with his disciples and, seeing this, hurriedly said, "Uncle-Master!" "Help him sit on the ground. The eight monks of the Jue generation immediately stood around the abbot, opening up his Ren meridian from Tian Tu, Xuan Ji, Shen Cang all the way to Qu Gu, Heng Gu, and Du meridian from Ding Chuan, Jian Jing, Tian Zong to Bai Huan Yu, Hui Yin, and all the acupoints throughout his body, continuously channeling true qi into the abbot's body.

The onlookers were even more nervous, but dared not utter a sound, for fear of disturbing their senior monks in healing the abbot. After about half an hour, the abbot saw eight streams of true qi opening up all the acupoints throughout his body. At this moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable and instinctively wanted to use his own true qi to resist the external true qi.

Jue Yu noticed the abbot's subtle change and was extremely nervous. If the abbot forcibly used his ability to resist the external true qi, it was very likely that the eight streams of true qi would attack each other within his body, which would not only fail to save the abbot but would also injure the eight senior monks. He said anxiously, "Senior monk, please don't!" Seeing that he was already out of control, I pressed the Huagai acupoint on his chest, temporarily blocking the movement of his own true energy.

After darting into the silk forest, the beautiful monk, fearing pursuit from the Shaolin monks, ran forward without stopping, covering more than ten zhang in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, he felt a surge of internal energy flowing back into his chest, causing a tightness in his chest, followed by his legs giving way, and he collapsed to his knees, unable to breathe. He was very puzzled: "How could this be?" Then, the internal energy traveled down the Ren meridian, causing a tingling and numb sensation wherever it went, and his internal energy disappeared. He pondered deeply and finally understood. When he struck the abbot with his final blow, although he had no power to retaliate and was struck in the chest, his entire body was forced back several zhang. At that moment, he vaguely saw his right finger flick. At first, he didn't notice, but seeing the internal energy flowing through his body, he realized that he had been struck by the abbot's "Chasing Buddha Finger." Once the Chasing Buddha Finger enters the body, it will continue to travel until the person struck by the finger is completely numb. Jue Se was well aware of the power of the Buddha-Chasing Finger, so she crossed her legs and began to use her internal energy to heal her injuries.

After about half an hour, Jue Se used her internal energy to force the true energy up her Du meridian, surrounding it between her Shendao and Lingtai acupoints. It took another hour to finally dissolve the true energy. At first, she only took a deep breath, but then suddenly felt hungry, so she picked some fruit nearby and ate it. He said, "My uncle's Chasing Buddha Finger is indeed powerful. If an ordinary master were to be struck by this finger, he would probably die instantly, or at least meditate for months. I've only heard that although my uncle hasn't mastered the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin, he has mastered the Shaolin Vajra Hard Qigong and the Chasing Buddha Finger, two ultimate techniques. I've never seen him use them before, but now it seems these two techniques are truly formidable. Although I'm proficient in the Seventy-Two Arts, I'm still far inferior to these two. If I could steal these two techniques, becoming a hero in the martial world wouldn't be difficult. They would never expect me to launch a 'counterattack.'" As he thought this, he unconsciously walked back towards Shaolin Temple, praising himself for his boldness and resourcefulness.

Before he knew it, he was very close to Shaolin. He climbed a tall pine tree and looked towards Shaolin. He saw that the gates of Shaolin Temple were filled with monks; it seemed that apart from the few senior monks in seclusion, all the senior monks in the temple had come out. He felt puzzled. Why would Shaolin go to such lengths for his sake? Although he was five or six zhang away from the temple, he could hear the people talking there clearly. A voice rang out, "Could it be that the Shaolin abbot is afraid of us three brothers from Yun Dian, hiding in the temple and daring

not to come out, instead sending you, a mere 'Hui' generation disciple, to block our way?" Jue Se, preoccupied with the situation inside the temple, hadn't noticed the other three. Hearing such an arrogant tone, as the head of the Discipline Hall, he naturally couldn't stand it. He snorted and carefully examined the three men. They were all dressed in thin robes, each carrying a long sword. They all looked somewhat alike, suggesting they were brothers. The oldest among them was about fifty-six, with a full white beard. The man to his left was handsome, about twenty, resembling a scholar. The man to his right was forty or fifty, less attractive than the other two. The scholar in his twenties who had spoken to the Shaolin "Hui" generation disciple was forced to retreat dozens of feet before finally managing to stand.
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The beautiful woman recognized the disciple of the "Hui" generation, knowing his Dharma name was "Huide." He was the most senior member of the "Hui" generation, and standing beside him were his junior brothers and some Shaolin monks. He was also furious upon hearing the scholar's words, but seemed to be strongly controlling himself. He said, "This humble monk has already stated that the abbot has matters to attend to today and cannot see outsiders. Please, three benefactors, return." His tone was extremely respectful, quite unlike his expression. Seeing this, the scholar glanced at the middle-aged man in his fifties and whispered, "Brother..." The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Since arriving at Shaolin, I have a question. Please, Master, enlighten me." His tone was much more pleasant than the scholar's. Upon hearing this, Huide's anger subsided slightly, and he said, "This humble monk dares not presume. If I know the answer, I will certainly inform you."

The middle-aged man said, "My name is Su Xiu..." Pointing to the man on his right, he continued, "...This is my second brother, Su Wu..." Before he could introduce the scholar, the scholar spoke up, "I am Scholar Sword Su Wen! The three of us have never met our match in Yunnan Province, earning us the title 'The Three Brothers of Yunnan.' Even though you are a monk, you probably know our name, right?" Though he appeared to be a scholar, his speech was extremely arrogant, as if he didn't take anyone seriously.

While the "Three Brothers of Yunnan" were influential in Yunnan, they had also been defeated by some sect leaders, and their fame in other provinces was not widespread. Their visit to Shaolin was intended to showcase their skills and gain renown in the martial arts world. Hui De wasn't very familiar with the three of them, but he still said, "Your names are naturally renowned. It is truly an honor to meet you today." Although there was a hint of perfunctoriness in his tone, Scholar Sword Su Wen was quite pleased with himself. His second brother, Su Wu, however, seemed unsmiling and hadn't uttered a single word since they started. He always had a stern face and looked like he was about to fight someone. Although the three brothers were born of the same mother, their personalities, appearances, and temperaments were vastly different. Su Wen, it seemed, had been spoiled by his parents and older brothers since childhood, which naturally made him arrogant.

Hui De said, "Benefactor Su Xiu, please ask your question." Su Xiu looked around and said, "The three of us brothers came to Shaolin Temple today without prior notice. Why is it that as soon as we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we felt that Shaolin's security was particularly tight today, and it seemed that all the high-ranking monks of Shaolin were out? Why is that?" Hui De also knew that if the matter of Jue Se were to spread, it would have a great impact on Shaolin's reputation, so he naturally did not want outsiders to know. Therefore, he said, "There was indeed a small situation at our temple, but nothing serious." Su Wen couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Brother, stop wasting your breath on him! We came today to compete with Abbess Jue Se, the head of the Shaolin Disciplinary Hall." Upon

hearing the words "Abbess Jue Se," Hui De immediately blurted out, "Uncle Jue Se..." He knew that Jue Se had always had a good reputation in the martial arts world, and the three of them must have come because of her reputation. However, thinking about what had happened today, he could hardly believe it, but the facts were right in front of him, so he had no choice but to believe it. Fearing that further entanglement would surely expose the affair, it was best to get rid of the three as soon as possible. Therefore, he said, "Amitabha! The Buddhist order prefers quiet places. Our daily martial arts practice is only for physical fitness, not for fighting or competing. The three of you may have come to the wrong place."

Su Wen said, "Master Huifeng seems to look down on us three brothers!" As soon as he finished speaking, a whoosh was heard. In the sweltering heat, everyone only felt a flash of cold light, followed by a clang, before they could see clearly. It turned out that Su Wen had drawn his sword in a flash, kicked up a palm-sized rock on the ground with his left foot, and cleaved it in two with a single stroke. One half lay on the ground, the other rested on the sword. The disciples of the Hui generation, seeing him draw his sword, thought it was an excellent sword, and that cleaving a rock with a sword was nothing special, so they weren't particularly surprised. However, some of the monks in the temple, who hadn't practiced martial arts for many years, were quite astonished by this move. Seeing this, Su Wen was delighted. Then, with two fluttering sounds, a bird took flight from about five zhang to the northwest, heading towards the pine and cypress forest. The crowd, seeing Su Wen's gaze fixed on the bird, wondered what he was about to do. Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled

the air. Su Wen flicked his right hand, causing half a stone to spring from his longsword. With a flick of his finger, the sword, like a main string, flew swiftly towards the bird. Hui Feng was startled. For someone skilled in One-Finger Zen, that flick would be nothing. But Su Wen, with such a light flick, had sent a stone the size of half a palm flying—his finger strength was truly remarkable. Just as they were marveling, the stone struck the bird and suddenly broke in two. Something wriggled and fell to the ground. As everyone wondered what it was, the bird suddenly turned around, snatched the object, swallowed it, and then darted into the pine forest and disappeared. Everyone exclaimed in unison, "A caterpillar!" The thing that had just shattered the stone was indeed a small caterpillar, and it was still wriggling as it broke the stone, clearly still alive. This startled everyone present.

Seeing this, Su Wen, though he had lost face in one move, did not get angry. He simply whispered in Su Xiu's ear, "Brother, there's a master hidden in the pine forest!" Su Xiu looked around the pine forest but saw no one, so he said, "Everyone be careful! Shaolin is definitely not a place to mess with!" Su Wen nodded, his previous arrogance immediately subsiding considerably.

《10》

Huifeng didn't know who had thrown the insect, assuming it was the abbot. In reality, it was Jueshe, hiding a dozen feet away, who had thrown it. Although the Shaolin monks were hunting him down, they couldn't stand seeing someone swaggering in front of the Shaolin Temple. Seeing Su Wen about to attack the bird, she wanted to deflate his arrogance. Seeing a caterpillar crawling on a tree, she casually picked it up and threw it. Protected by her internal energy, the caterpillar was naturally unharmed.

Su Xiu said, "We three brothers have no ill intentions today other than to exchange martial arts skills. Why not invite Master Jue Se to come out and meet us? Are we really not worth a second glance?" Hui De hurriedly said, "Of course not. Since it's just to exchange martial arts skills, why do you three benefactors insist on seeking out Master Jue Se?" Su Wen said, "Who in the world doesn't know that Master Jue Se is the third person in Shaolin's thousand-year history to have mastered all seventy-two arts? She is one of the best in the world today. Every martial artist knows that if you can exchange hundreds of moves with Master Jue Se without getting injured, you can immediately become famous in the martial arts world. Although Master Jue Se is only in her thirties, she has already become the head of the Discipline Hall. I'm afraid this is related to her, isn't it?"

Hui De said, "What Benefactor Su San said is too extreme. There are thousands of Shaolin monks, and countless skilled martial artists..." Su Wu, who had never said a word, suddenly interrupted, "Enough nonsense! Quickly call out Jue Se. If you keep rambling on, it'll be dark soon." The sun was setting, and it was getting dark. The crowd hadn't paid much attention to him before, but now, hearing his cold words, they felt his inner strength was extremely profound. His words, delivered with internal force, rustled past the monks' ears, sending a chill down their spines. Hui Xing, to Hui De's left, couldn't hold back any longer. He said, "Head of the Shaolin Disciplinary Hall, do you think you nobodies can just see me like that..." Su Wu didn't get angry, but Su Wen, upon hearing this, swiftly thrust his sword towards Hui Xing's chest. Hui Xing tried to dodge and resist, but Hui De blocked him with his hand. Seeing the speed of Su Wen's sword, which was about to pierce Hui Xing's chest in a moment, everyone held their breath in cold sweat. Su Xiu waved his hand, firmly grasping Su Wen's wrist, and said, "Third Brother..." Su Wen withdrew his sword, which was halfway through its thrust.

Su Xiu turned to Dexing and said, "Monk, then tell me, how can we be qualified to see Master Jue Se?" Huixing was about to speak, but was stopped by Huide. Su Xiu glanced at him and immediately understood, so he said, "It seems that Master Huide is in charge here. Why don't we ask Master Huide to show off a few moves? If I unfortunately win a few moves, I hope you will invite Jue Se out so that the three of us brothers can witness his splendor." Huide and Huixing were fellow disciples of the same generation. Su Xiu addressed Huixing as a monk and Huide as a master, which made the other members of the Hui generation very angry. They all shouted, "Senior Brother Huide, let's have a match with him and show him what's what!"

Huide, however, remained calm. He knew that the three Su brothers of Yunnan were all skilled in martial arts, and a real fight would take a long time. He didn't know how the abbot and his uncles, Juezi Fei, were doing, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble. He just wanted to avoid the fight. Before he could speak, a flash of blue light appeared between his eyebrows, and a long sword came straight at him. He instinctively took two steps back and kicked the sword with his left foot. Suddenly, the sword retracted and then thrust diagonally at Huide's back with incredible speed. Huide was hit while dodging. After about a dozen moves, Huide realized that his opponent was Su Wu. Although he was taciturn, his movements were unexpected. The two were not far apart in martial arts, and now that he understood, Huide saved a lot of effort in parrying. However, Su Wu seemed to be holding back, only defending and not attacking, but it wouldn't be easy for him to be defeated so quickly. The monks all thought Huide was no match for him, and they were sweating bullets, secretly cheering him on. Su Wen and Su Xiu, however, thought Su Wu was just toying with Huide, so they hesitated to kill him. They shouted, "Stop playing around! Our opponent is Jue Se!" Su Wu understood what his brothers meant, but no matter how hard he tried, Huide easily deflected his attacks, making a quick victory difficult. Gradually, Su Wen and Su Xiu realized that Su Wu was no match for Huide. They exchanged a glance, both thinking the same thing: "Shaolin disciples are indeed strong. If we can't even beat him, we have no face to challenge Jue Se." With the same thought in mind, the two brothers blurted out, "We'll help you!" Two longswords thrust in, attacking only Hui De.

Hui De, who was already holding his own against Su Wu, found himself overwhelmed by the simultaneous attacks of the three Sus. Furthermore, fighting bare-handed against three whistling swords, his shoulders, sleeves, and legs were slashed. Hui Xing, unable to bear the sight, shouted, "What kind of hero are you, taking on my senior brother with three men?" Su Wen replied, "We three brothers always fight together. If you're not satisfied, you can add a few more!" He continued fighting as he spoke, his swordplay showing no weakness. Hui Xing said, "Alright. Hui Yong, let's go help our senior brother." Hui Yong agreed, and the two were about to step forward. Hui De cried out, "No!" With a whirlwind kick, he deflected the three longswords thrusting at him by the three Su brothers, and rushed to Huixing and Huiyong, blocking their path. The
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family swordsmanship was inherently continuous, one move followed by another. Just now, Huide had kicked it away, and now the three swords were thrusting again. Seeing that they were about to strike the three, he suddenly stopped, saying, "We three brothers are not opportunists. You can finish what you need to say before you speak."

Huiyong and Huixing glanced at Huide, noticing over a dozen sword cuts on his body, and said, "Senior brother, you've lost a lot of blood. Perhaps..." Huide interrupted, "It's alright. I want the three benefactors to understand that Shaolin doesn't want to make things difficult for them. Otherwise, I, a mere monk, would be more than enough to deal with them; why would Master Jue Se need to intervene?" He then unleashed his Arhat Fist. Su Xiu said, "Don't overestimate yourself. We three didn't even use our full strength just now. If you act recklessly, we'll have to let you down." "They only knew they hadn't used their full strength, but Hui De had only used thirty percent as well. Hui De said, 'Please, three benefactors.' The three Sus exchanged glances, then nodded to each other. Su Wen walked east, Su Wu walked west, while Su Xiu stood motionless to the south, surrounding Hui De to the north. Seeing this formation, Hui De thought, 'Are they going to use a four-sided formation? But there are only three of them, how can they manage?' In his imagination, he saw the three Sus' longswords thrust towards him. There were still three of them, still three swords, but their power seemed to have increased dozens of times. Their sword moves were crisp and clean, how could Hui De defend himself unarmed? In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had already been slashed dozens of times, but not a single sword had touched his flesh, only tearing his monk's robe. Now his entire upper body was almost exposed. Hui Xing and the others couldn't help but shout, 'Senior Brother!'

The three Sus suddenly stopped, no longer attacking. Hui De muttered to himself, 'Where is this four-sided formation? So powerful, what kind of swordsmanship is this?'" "Suddenly, they became much more cautious. Su Wen and Su Xiu exchanged a smile. Su Xiu said, "Master Huide, quickly invite Jue Se out, or the three of us will show no mercy." Huide had only used 30% of his strength to fight the three of them to a draw, but now, having used almost his full strength, he was no match for them, and he was somewhat frightened.

Jue Se, who had been watching from the pine tree, saw Huide fighting the three Su brothers of Yunnan alone, clearly outmatched, yet he didn't retaliate. He was inwardly cursing, "What kind of disciples does Senior Brother Jueyu teach? So rigid, it's a disgrace to Shaolin." But now, seeing the Su brothers use a sword formation, he suddenly paused, thinking, "That's not the Four Directions Formation, but a formation with one position missing, evolved from the Four Directions Formation. The three brothers each occupy one position, leaving the other position for their opponents. The strength of their opponents undoubtedly increases their strength accordingly. The stronger the opponents, the stronger the sword formation. Huide is essentially fighting himself with his own strength, so naturally, he's no match for them." "Moreover, Hui De, as a disciple of the Bodhidharma Hall, is using the Arhat Fist, which is even more disadvantageous for him. Seeing that Shaolin is about to lose face, Jue Se finally couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up from the tree, ready to go forward to help.

At the same time, she heard someone shouting from afar, 'Hui De, why don't you use the Bodhidharma Staff Technique? What kind of hero are you trying to be? Hui Xing, Hui Yong, the three of you go up! Don't let people underestimate the Bodhidharma Staff Technique!' Jue Se looked into the distance and saw that the speaker was none other than the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, her senior brother Jue Yu. Beside him were the abbot and dozens of high monks. The abbot's face was pale, it seemed that he had just taken a palm strike and suffered internal injuries. He felt guilty. Suddenly, he was also glad that he had escaped quickly. Seeing that the pursuers were all high monks of the same generation, he could not possibly fight against dozens of people alone. He would surely die. Jue Yu and the others walked closer as they talked, and by the time they finished speaking, they had already arrived."

When the three Su brothers first arrived at Shaolin Temple, they saw many monks, but all of them were quite old, suggesting low seniority, so they naturally didn't take them seriously. However, they noticed that the youngest of these approaching monks was over forty, and they walked with a steady and agile gait. Especially the one who had spoken earlier, Master Jueyu, whose voice, though coming from several meters away, exuded an extremely powerful and domineering aura that sent chills down their spines. At this moment, the three Su brothers simultaneously sheathed their swords and stepped aside.

Huide bowed to the monks and also stepped aside. Master Jueyu, covered in wounds, felt humiliated and then said to the three Su brothers, "What brings you three to Shaolin? Why did you fight with my disciple? Did they slight you in some way?" He was secretly hoping to find an opportunity to teach the three brothers a lesson. Su Xiu nodded, saying, "It's just a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding." They had been full of confidence when they went up the mountain, believing Shaolin Temple to be all show and no substance. The three of them were also confident in their martial arts skills, certain they would make a name for themselves at Shaolin. But now, seeing the monks, their seemingly benevolent yet murderous aura filled them with fear. Knowing they were no match for them, they only wanted to retreat unscathed. However, fearing to lose face, they refused to leave. Jueyu asked, "Huide, is that so?" Su Xiu suddenly noticed the pale face of an old monk on the left and said, "This must be the abbot of Shaolin Temple. Why does he look so pale? It seems he has suffered extremely serious internal injuries." He had seen his third brother, Su Wen, throw a stone at a bird, and the stone was split in two by a caterpillar in mid-air, leading him to believe that a master was hiding in the forest. Seeing that the abbot had suffered internal injuries and that several high-ranking monks had also damaged their internal energy, clearly due to their efforts to heal him, and noticing the seriousness of the Shaolin monks, he immediately realized that there were indeed experts hiding in the forest, and that they had a grudge against Shaolin. Even so, he dared not try to take advantage of the situation, so he simply exchanged a few words of greeting before leaving. 《12》

Unexpectedly, Jueyu ignored his conversation with the abbot and only consulted Huide. Huide replied, "These three are swordsmen from Yunnan Province, known as the 'Three Sus of Yunnan.' They have defeated all of Yunnan and have no equal. Today, they want to challenge Shaolin and show their prowess in the martial arts world. The three of them specifically requested Jueshe to fight, but Jueshe... I couldn't stand it, so I fought with them." Jueyu understood a little from the three's stance, but he wanted Huide to say it in public so that the three would refuse to see him. At this moment, he said, "As the head of the Bodhidharma Hall and Jueshe's senior brother, although my martial arts are inferior to his, I wish to first experience the three's superior skills. What do you three think?"

Su Xiu saw that he could not refuse, and his hands were sweating profusely. Even Su Wu couldn't help but shiver. Su Wen, however, had a sudden realization. He knew the strict rules of Shaolin Temple; how could Huide dare to address his senior monk by his Dharma name? Moreover, when the name Jue Se was mentioned, all the other high monks, except Huide himself, would change their expressions. At first, he didn't understand why. But now it suddenly dawned on him: "The one who injured the abbot was none other than Jue Se. And the expert hiding in the silk forest must also be Jue Se." Although he didn't know what he had done to warrant such a commotion at Shaolin, he knew in his heart that it was no small matter. Now, he was overjoyed and said, "It is said that martial arts have always originated from Shaolin. We three brothers have come here because of its reputation. May we invite Master Jue Se to come out and meet us?" The abbot and the others were all taken aback, unsure of what to do. Their faces clearly showed their difficulty. Su Xiu, however, didn't notice anything amiss. At this moment, she whispered in Su Wen's ear, "Third brother, what are you doing? The three of us used over a hundred moves to deal with a mere disciple of the Hui generation. There's no way we could defeat Jue Se." Su Wen waved his hand, but a smile appeared on his face. Seeing his confident demeanor, Su Xiu felt a pang of confusion. She glanced at Su Wu, hoping for a hint. But he remained expressionless, seemingly unconcerned. Knowing his personality from childhood, she knew asking him was pointless; she could only wait and see.

After a long while, the abbot said, "It's truly unfortunate. A month ago, my nephew Jue Se left the temple to travel. We don't know when he'll return. If the three of you wish to see him, you'll have to wait quite some time." Jue Se, listening from the pine tree, thought, "Monks don't lie. I didn't expect my uncle to lie so calmly." He was also optimistic, seemingly having forgotten about being hunted.

Su Xiu suddenly exclaimed with delight, "What a coincidence! Then the three of us will..." She clasped her hands in a fist salute, about to leave. But Su Wen interrupted her, saying, "I don't think so." Upon hearing "I don't think so," everyone trembled. Jue Se asked, "What do you know?" Su Wen actually knew nothing, only guessing that there must have been a conflict between them, but he wanted to know what it was about. But then he said, "Of course I know. I also know that the abbot just lied." The abbot, flustered, coughed a few times and said, "What did you say?" Su Xiu, seeing that her third brother had angered the Shaolin monks, was also afraid and tried to persuade him. But Su Wen wouldn't listen and continued, "Master Jue Se is clearly on Shaoshi Mountain, but the abbot said he went traveling a month ago. Isn't that lying?" Su Xiu said softly, "Third brother, you shouldn't speak carelessly." Su Wen also replied softly, "Brother, it's alright, just listen carefully." Seeing his calmness, Su Xiu didn't try to persuade him anymore and just listened.

Jueyu, in a moment of panic, asked, "How did you know?" Realizing his mistake, he quickly corrected himself, "What things?" Jue Se, listening from within the silk forest, thought to himself, "This kid is indeed shrewd." He knew that although Su Wen had guessed some things, he wasn't entirely certain. The abbot and Jueyu's nervousness confirmed his suspicions.

Su Wen said, "Shaolin's rules are strict. Jue Se is only in his thirties, yet he's become the head of the Discipline Hall. Perhaps he, in charge of the rules, couldn't resist breaking them himself?" The abbot and Jueyu trembled, fearing their shameful secret would be exposed. Jueyu glanced at the abbot, who pondered for a moment before nodding. Su Xiu suddenly sensed something was wrong and hurriedly stopped his two brothers, saying, "Go! Go!" Seeing that they hadn't reacted and were still standing there, a thought flashed through his mind. He dropped his sword and ran. Su Wen and Su Wu were startled and turned around. Su Wen shouted, "Big brother, you..." Just then, they heard a whooshing sound. Turning his head slightly, he saw a wrought iron rod shoot out from behind him with incredible speed, piercing Su Xiu's heart.

The incident happened suddenly, without any warning. Su Wen and Su Wu were momentarily confused. When they came to their senses, Su Wen whirled around to see who had done it. As soon as he turned, he saw a hand grabbing at him. Before he could react, his neck was gripped, and he was unable to move, eventually dying instantly. Su Wu was also stunned and cried out, "Big brother, third brother!" Looking up, he saw that the one who killed them was none other than the head of the Dharma Hall, and he was even more confused about why. Although it was wrong of the three of them to provoke Shaolin, it did not warrant such a brutal act. As he stood up, a tear slid down his face, and he roared, "Why did you..." Then, with a whoosh, he drew the long sword from his back, swung his arm, and aimed it at Jueyu's chest.

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