Chapter 98 Got it
The night is like a song.

Since everything had been discussed, the Shaolin abbot had no intention of hesitating and went straight to the meditation room where Zhang Chu lived.

"Master Changsheng,"

Looking at the energetic Zhang Chu in front of him, the Shaolin abbot said slowly, "I have already discussed the exchange you mentioned with my fellow disciples!"

"It can be exchanged, but there is a condition!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Chu glanced at the Shaolin abbot and asked, "What are the conditions?"

"It's simple, they are all martial artists."

Nowadays, the Shaolin abbot no longer calls himself a Buddhist, but directly regards himself as a martial artist. "How about making friends through martial arts?"

"Appreciate further details."

"My fellow apprentice is very curious about the Taoist's martial arts and wants to learn from him!"

"Every time the Taoist priest defeats someone, he can exchange something for him!"

"it is good!"

After hearing this condition, Zhang Chu agreed without any hesitation.

Fourteen refined corpses are enough to exchange for fourteen things.

The Dahuan Pill, the Dahuan Pill formula, and the Yi Jin Xi Sui Sutra only occupy four places.

As for the 72 Shaolin unique skills, ordinary Zhang Chu really doesn't think highly of them. What he needs is martial arts that can enhance his qi and blood, such as the Golden Bell Cover and the Vajra Indestructible Skill.

For the rest, just consider it as a chance to broaden your horizons.

What's more, Zhang Chu was still a little wary of Shaolin martial arts.

Zhang Chu didn't want to be the one to bear the brunt of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's conversion to Buddhism in Tian Long Ba Bu.

"Does the Taoist priest need to prepare?"

Seeing that Zhang Chu agreed, the Shaolin abbot finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least, he had a fig leaf.

"No need, just start now!"

Zhang Chu simply shook his head. Time was so tight, how could he possibly waste time on such a small matter?
“It’d better be done tonight!”

During the day, the strength of the corpse refiners is greatly reduced. If one or two of them are damaged, it would be a waste of time.

"Then, Taoist Priest, please!"

The Shaolin abbot led the way and took Zhang Chu to the martial arts field in the back mountain.

When he arrived at the martial arts arena where torches were burning, Zhang Chu saw a dozen or so shiny bald heads waiting there quietly.

"I don't know who I want to fight first?"

After the Shaolin abbot introduced himself, he asked directly.

"Black,"

Zhang Chu glanced at the man in black following behind him and said, "Go choose an opponent!"

"Yes, Taoist Master!"

Hei Yi has been famous in the martial arts world for a long time, and his strength is also quite powerful. He can be said to be the best in the world, and he can still deal with a big monk.

Seeing the man in black walk out, Zhang Chu didn't care, but shouted to the surroundings, "Where is the protector!"

When these words were spoken, the Shaolin abbot was stunned. Was Zhang Chu still bringing his Dharma protectors with him?
He had been following Zhang Chu for so long, but he had never felt that there was someone behind him.

However, the next moment, his eyes widened, and fourteen figures appeared directly around Zhang Chu.

With the strength of the Shaolin abbot, he had no idea how these fourteen people appeared.

Just one appearance shocked the monks present.

Looking at the strange-looking guardians, the Shaolin abbot was somewhat puzzled. Why were they stretching their arms out?
"Master Abbot!"

Zhang Chu came to take a look at the Shaolin abbot and said, "They are my guardians, let them challenge the masters too!"

Without waiting for the Shaolin abbot to agree, the thirteen refined corpses jumped directly towards the group of monks.

The remaining refined corpse stayed by Zhang Chu's side to protect him.

Let's not talk about the competition between the Taoist priest in black and the big monk. Thirteen invulnerable corpses, against some big monks who only rely on their flesh and blood, are basically like using anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes, which is a waste of resources.

Without any heavy weapons, how could he possibly cause any serious damage to a corpse with a body as strong as steel by relying solely on his internal energy that could not leave the body?
Even if the Shaolin monks practiced external martial arts, what use would it be when facing a corpse that didn't know what pain was?
Including the thirteen refined corpses and the one in black, fourteen great monks were selected to compete.

Zhang Chu and the Shaolin abbot just stood there quietly watching.

Seeing the "Dharma Protectors" Zhang Chu mentioned fighting recklessly, the Shaolin abbot frowned: those thirteen figures looked more like fearless warriors!

Soon, the big monk fell into a disadvantage and showed signs of injury. Seeing that the Dharma Protector still had no intention of stopping, the Shaolin abbot immediately looked at Zhang Chu, "Master, this is just a sparring match!"

Originally, Shaolin's strength was much weaker. If it lost a dozen fellow disciples tonight, Shaolin would be like those martial arts masters who died in the charity cemetery before, and would be surrounded by wolves.

"Just admit defeat,"

Zhang Chu glanced at the anxious Shaolin abbot and said, "My guardian will stop!"

"We admit defeat!"

Upon hearing this, the Shaolin abbot spoke immediately.

Among the fourteen brothers, except for the brother who fought with the Taoist priest in black, the rest were either beaten without the ability to fight back or were injured.

He had no choice but to admit defeat.

"come back!"

Zhang Chu said this in a pretentious manner, but in fact he was secretly driving the Corpse King Banner, ordering the refined corpses to come back.

As Zhang Chu finished speaking, the thirteen refined corpses immediately returned to his surroundings, and the same happened to the Taoist priest in black.

It's just that he was standing a little further out.

The Shaolin abbot saw this scene and was also thoughtful: It seems that the core force of the charity cemetery should be these guardians, and the Taoist priest in black is just on the periphery.

Otherwise, with the strength of the Taoist priest in black, how could he not occupy a core position?

"Taoist Priest, please!"

After instructing some young monks to help the brothers back home, the Shaolin abbot followed Zhang Chu to the meditation room and asked, "I wonder what martial arts Chang Yu has learned?"

"In addition to the Da Huan Dan and the Da Huan Dan formula,"

After hearing this, Zhang Chu spoke directly, "The two classics of Yi Jin Xi Sui, the Golden Bell Cover, and the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art."

Soon, Zhang Chu recited a series of horizontal martial arts. As for internal skills, Zhang Chu did not want any.

"Master,"

The Shaolin abbot hesitated for a moment, but still said, "The Washing Marrow Sutra has been lost!"

"no problem,"

Zhang Chu didn't care about this matter and changed to another martial art.

Anyway, now that Zhang Chu has acquired Shaolin Kung Fu, he can only use it as a reference. As for practicing it, that is absolutely not allowed.

After about two or three hours, the Shaolin monks brought all the martial arts secrets and recipes.

The ink on the martial arts secret book has not dried yet, so it seems that it was just copied down.

Zhang Chu gestured to the Taoist priest in black to take a look at it, and after confirming that there was no problem, he put it away.

As for the Dahuan Dan and the recipe, they were collected by Zhang Chu himself.

Compared with the martial arts secrets, what he cared about more was the Dahuan Dan.

"Master Abbot,"

Seeing that he had obtained the things, Zhang Chu had no intention of staying, "I'm leaving now!"

The Shaolin abbot had no intention of trying to keep him. He thought it would be better to send the plague god away as soon as possible.

As for the Divine Illumination Sutra?
Neither Zhang Chu nor the Shaolin abbot had any intention of mentioning it again.

As the method of exchange changes, the content of the exchange naturally changes as well.

The big monk from Shaolin never won a single battle, so how could Zhang Chu possibly hand over the Shenzhaojing to them?

After leaving Shaolin Temple, Zhang Chu came to the small town at the foot of the mountain in black. Without any intention of resting, he galloped on his horse towards Jingzhou.

(End of this chapter)