Chapter 299 Night Attack on Shaolin Temple

It was a dark and windy night, a time for murder and arson.

At the foot of Mount Shaoshi, Tong Baixiong led 300 brothers from Fenglei Hall and slowly approached Shaolin Temple under the cover of night.

After passing the Shaolin Temple gate, a tall man with extremely long arms said, "Brother, there are many masters in Shaolin Temple, especially in the Dharma Academy. Outsiders have no way of knowing how many masters of the Fang generation there are. If we attack by force, I'm afraid we will suffer great losses."

This man's name is Dong Qianfeng, and he is Tong Baixiong's sworn brother. His martial arts skills have reached the level of a first-class master, and he is also the deputy head of Fenglei Hall.

"Brother, what second brother said makes sense. We can't let our brothers die!" This man had eyebrows that went deep into his temples, eyes that looked up, and a pale yellow face. He looked like he was sick.

This is Tong Baixiong's other sworn brother, Zhang Fang, also known as 'Sick Tai Sui'.

"Tell the brothers that they can retreat after seeing the fire! Everyone disperse and reunite at Fudian Town at the foot of the mountain." Tong Baixiong thought for a while and spoke slowly. His voice was low and firm, revealing a determination to never give up.

Seeing this, Dong Qianfeng and Zhang Fang didn't know what to say anymore and could only pass on his words.

With the help of the stele forest shaded by green pines and cypresses on both sides of the corridor, the group avoided the Shaolin Temple's night patrol monks and successfully arrived in the heart of Shaolin.

There is a square in front, where monks usually practice martial arts and rituals are also held here.

Tong Baixiong looked at the plaque in front of him and said in a cold voice: "Today, I will carve a mark that belongs to me, Tong Baixiong, in Shaolin! Brothers, charge!"

Without saying a word, the three hundred people drew up their weapons and rushed towards the Zen Buddhism's ancestral temple.

The door can't be opened?

We are all from the underworld, who can be stopped by a wall just over ten feet high? !

After entering the ancient temple, the quiet atmosphere was completely broken by the sudden noise.

The thin moonlight illuminated the cold and ruthless figures of three hundred men in black. They held sharp blades in their hands and moved swiftly, targeting the monks in the temple.

The monks of Shaolin Temple were caught off guard by this sneak attack. For a moment, screams and exclamations were heard one after another in the temple.

Master Fangzheng, who was resting in the abbot's room, reacted immediately. He did not expect that one hundred and fifty years later, Shaolin Temple would be attacked again.

Master Fang Zheng put on his cassock and walked out of the room. He put his hands together, and a strong inner force surged out of his body. Along with his deep and powerful voice, the Vajra Zen Lion's Roar resounded through the sky:
"Amitabha, monks are compassionate, but there is evil in the world, and Buddhism also has its time to eliminate evil and defend the way!"

"Disciples of the Arhat Hall and Prajna Hall, use your Vajra skills to protect the temple!"

"My fellow disciples of the Dharma Academy, follow me to catch the evil spirit!"

In an instant, deep responses came from the three directions of Shaolin Temple:
"Disciples of the Arhat Hall, we will obey the abbot's orders!"

"Prajna Hall disciples, obey the abbot's orders!"

"All monks in the Dharma Hall must obey the abbot's orders!"

Afterwards, a burst of quick and firm footsteps were heard in the Shaolin Temple. The disciples of the Arhat Hall, holding sticks and with agile movements, rushed towards the men in black like tigers descending from the mountains.

Some of the Prajna Hall disciples held sticks, some held swords, and some were unarmed. Each of them was highly skilled in martial arts and had great abilities. The men in black who had just been killing people were immediately suppressed by the Shaolin monks.

"You bold demon, how dare you attack Shaolin Temple at night? Come and die!" A thin monk, holding a spear and performing the Seven Star Steps, knocked down several men in black in succession.

"You bald donkey, do you dare to fight with me!" Upon seeing this, Dong Qianfeng knocked down a monk with his sword and shouted at the thin monk.

"Why not!" The thin monk shook his spear and stabbed Dong Qianfeng three times in a row.

Dong Qianfeng's body was agile, like a dragon swimming in a mountain stream. He dodged the first shot sideways, blocked the second shot with his sword, and blocked the third shot with his sword hanging style. After avoiding the fierce attack of the thin monk, his sword skills instantly changed from defense to offense. He used the Golden Rooster Nodding Style, lightly tapped the tip of the sword, and went straight to the opponent's throat. The speed was as fast as lightning, forcing the thin monk to retreat several steps and cross his spear to barely resolve this dangerous move. Seeing this, the thin monk shouted angrily, and the spear was like a dragon out of the sea. The shadow of the spear was heavy, and instantly enveloped Dong Qianfeng. He was performing the Shaolin martial arts, the 31st burst of flower spear.

His spear power was continuous and his attack was like a tide, trying to overwhelm the opponent and defeat him in one fell swoop.

Facing the overwhelming gun shadows, Dong Qianfeng remained calm and composed. He moved lightly, his body moved left and right, moving forward with a slashing sword, and moving backward with a right and left horizontal block.

Suddenly, Dong Qianfeng seized the opportunity, leaped up suddenly, and stabbed straight ahead with a leaping step, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the thin monk's neck. This move was fast and fierce, intended to kill him with one blow.

However, the thin monk was also experienced and cunning. He shook his spear, and the tip of the spear just touched the spine of Dong Qianfeng's sword. The two intersected with a crisp "ding" sound, which shook the surrounding air.

"What a great set of thirty-one bursting guns! Who are you?!" Dong Qianfeng didn't expect the other party to react so quickly. He took advantage of the momentum to land, retracted the sword, and was ready to go.

"Shaolin Fang Ping!" the thin monk said loudly, also shocked in his heart.

He started learning martial arts at the age of ten, and entered Shaolin to learn spearmanship at the age of twenty-eight. He practiced spear and stick for twenty-five years, and his spear power had already been honed to the level of "transformation". Only by showing a little strength could he knock the opponent's weapon out of his hand.

However, he didn't expect to meet Dong Qianfeng today. Not only did he fail to knock his weapon down, but even the Thirty-One-Way Explosive Flower Spear that he had practiced so hard was almost broken by him.

The Sun and Moon Sect is indeed home to many hidden talents!

“So you are a senior monk from Shaolin’s Fang generation. My apologies!” As soon as Dong Qianfeng finished speaking, his figure suddenly changed. The tip of his sword drew a complicated trajectory in the air and streaked towards Master Fang Ping.

There was another crisp sound of metal clashing, and this time it was Master Fang Ping's turn to resist Dong Qianfeng's fierce attack.

The two sides fought back and forth, with sword shadows and gun lights intertwined, and they used deadly moves frequently and refused to give in to either side.

On the other side, Zhang Fang also met an opponent. Both sides were armed with long sticks, and the fight was fierce for a while.

The fat monk flew up like a cloud and chopped down from above. Zhang Fang stepped forward and chopped with his stick diagonally to block, but the fat monk almost knocked the stick out of his hand.

He used all his ten fingers to hold on.

"Fat monk, I, Zhang Fang, don't kill nameless people. Tell me your name!"

"Hehe, my Buddhist name is Fang Jing." The fat monk showed a simple and honest smile, looking very much like the Maitreya Buddha sitting in the temple.

Zhang Fang was overjoyed after hearing this and said, "Hahaha, so you're a master from Dharma Academy. Let's have a good fight today!"

"Very good, very good. Please feel free to use whatever abilities you have," Monk Fang Jing said cheerfully.

When Zhang Fang heard this, he naturally would not be polite to the fat monk. After pushing him away, he used a forward step and sweeping kick with the stick.

Although Fang Jing was fat, he was very flexible in stick handling. He used a fancy move of swinging two sticks to block Zhang Fang's attack while sweeping the long stick to counterattack.

Zhang Fang dodged with a side flip and tried to attack from behind.

Fang Jing was calm, still holding the stick. He turned around and fought with Zhang Fang.

Neither side gave in, and they fought with jumping steps and diagonal sticks, and then with lower sticks.

After three consecutive fights, the two sides widened the distance again. Zhang Fang couldn't help but wipe his hands behind him. This fat monk's fat was not in vain. He was really strong!
"Amitabha, your stick skills are exquisite, and I admire you. I hope you will stop immediately and not kill any more people." Fang Jing held the stick in one hand and stood in front of him with the other hand, persuading with a kind look.

Zhang Fang was stunned for a moment, then he taunted, "Haha. You fat monk, have you become stupid from chanting too much Buddha's name?!"

(End of this chapter)