Siheyuan: I'm not happy, don't even think about having a good life

Facing the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation formed by 108 warrior monks, Hong Guan showed no fear at all and stood in the formation, calm and composed.

"I'll say this one last time. You monks, leave now. I won't stop you. But if you start to fight, don't blame me for not leaving you a way to live!"

The monks stacked up like Arhats and shouted angrily, "Chi!" They bent the copper sticks into an arc, let go of their hands, and used the elasticity and internal force to hit Hong Guan!

Hong Guan waved the Blade of the Beast King, and water could not get in. He swung away all the copper sticks. These sticks were caught by the monks, bent into arcs again, and bounced over.

The Five Mountains Sword Sect and other sects were already numb. Was this the essence of Shaolin Temple? It turned out that they were just pretending to be so. When they attacked the Sun Moon Sect, they were still playing tricks on them!

Among them, Yue Buqun was even more frightened. He had been somewhat skeptical about the information he got from Hong Guan, but now it seemed that it was absolutely true. It was the conspiracy of Shaolin and the imperial court that made Huashan what it is today.

Although Feng Qingyang was invited down from the Cliff of Repentance three times, he was already very old. How many more years could he last?

The sword techniques of the Five Mountains Sword Sects have been found, but no matter how powerful those sword techniques are, they are not as strong as the 72 Shaolin unique skills!

Finally, Ren Woxing is dead, and the Star-Absorbing Art has fallen into Hong Guan's hands. He no longer has any bargaining chips in his hand, so how can he get it!

Thinking of the hopeless Linghu Chong, Yue Buqun's eyes flickered. Does he really want to castrate himself to practice sword skills?

At this moment, Yue Buqun came to his senses after hearing the exclamations from the major sects.

Hong Guan was seen wielding the Mo Dao in his hand with great force, the blade gradually turning red, and many copper sticks were already covered with knife marks and were about to break.

The monks' continuous output also slowed down. Not only did their attacks fail to hurt Hong Guan, but they instead became sparring partners for Hong Guan to practice his moves!

Hong Guan in the formation, his momentum accumulated to a peak, shouted "Kill!"

A flaming blade flew out and slashed towards the monks. The monks shouted angrily, swung up the copper stick, and concentrated their internal strength on one person to resist.

But it only blocked the flaming sword energy for a moment, and the scarred copper stick was cut off. The sword energy penetrated the formation and brought with it a burnt smell.

The charred bodies of twenty or thirty monks fell from the sky, making the old monk of Shaolin Temple's eyes wide open in anger. This was a group of monks that had only been trained after a huge amount of resources were poured into it!

Fang Zheng roared, "Stop it, devil!"

"Hahahaha, it's too late to regret now. I'm going to massacre Shaolin today!"

The Beast King Blade in his hand did not stop, and three flame blades were fired in succession, causing heavy losses to the monks. At the same time, Hong Guan jumped into the air and slashed out a flame blade nearly three meters high, heading straight for Fang Zheng.

Everyone was horrified; they didn't expect that one person's attack could be so powerful.

They didn't know that the previous flaming sword energy was created by using the characteristics of the Burning Wood Sword Technique and the special effects of the Beast King's Blade.

The attack just now had directly consumed all of Hong Guan's internal energy to achieve this effect!

Facing the sword energy, Fang Zheng and his other fellow disciples were as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Four of them came behind Fang Zheng, put their hands on his vest, and began to teach him martial arts.

Fang Zheng roared, his eyes wide open, "Demon Subduing Staff Technique, the demon will die!"

The sword energy and Fang Zheng's Zen stick collided with each other with a loud "bang". People with low cultivation level had their ears bleeding and lost their hearing.

The area around Fang Zheng was filled with flying debris and smoke and dust, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

All the people in the martial arts world are waiting. No matter which side loses, they all have a reason to rush in and divide the spoils!

Just as the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, everyone's eyes widened. Hong Guan stood in front of several old monks, holding a knife in one hand and a sword in the other. With a majestic aura, wounds appeared on the five old monks' bodies. Their upper bodies slowly slid down, leaving behind splattering blood and smooth wounds!

The Shaolin monk screamed miserably, "Abbot!" and all the monks started crying bitterly. They all knew that Shaolin Temple was finished!

As for other sects, they were all eager to try, especially the Songshan Sect. They were neighbors of Shaolin. The Hongguan Sect could take away gold, silver and secret manuals, but they could not take away the land. They were rich!

Hong Guan did not stop and rushed towards the other Shaolin monks with swords and knives drawn. None of the numerous monks could be a match for Hong Guan, so he slowly killed his way to the Great Hall!

Just when the Shaolin monks were in despair, two figures appeared from the back mountain. They moved very quickly and soon reached the roof of the main hall.

Hong Guan looked up and found that one of them was Lu Zhu who had already been ordained, and the other was the old monk from Yunhe Temple.

"Lu Zhu, I didn't expect that we would meet here. Have you gone to save sentient beings?"

Lu Zhu returned the greeting, "Amitabha, well done, well done. Lu Zhu is gone. My Buddhist name is Fang Qi!"

Hong Guan looked amused and said, "Your Dharma name is not good. Let go of your anger. You chose this name. Does your master have a grudge against you?"

Just as Lu Zhu was about to speak, he was stopped by the old monk, "Donor, you have killed enough people today. Can you please give Shaolin a chance to survive and stop here?"

"If I say no, will you kill me? You monks are really interesting. You talk about compassion but pretend not to see the suffering of the people.

When they wanted to kill me, you didn't come out. When Shaolin was defeated, you came out to make me stop. Do you think this is reasonable in the world?"

The old monk looked helpless. If he was sure of winning, he would have killed Hong Guan long ago, but he was not sure, so he could only endure it.

"How can the donor stop?"

Hong Guan laughed and said, "It's easy. Ten million taels of silver, two million taels of gold, plus the Yi Jin Jing, and if you close the Shaolin Temple for fifty years, I will retreat!"

The young monk thought he had a backbone, and he was arrogant again, "How dare you! Our ancestor is here, and you still dare to be so arrogant. We in Shaolin Temple swear to never obey!"

"Hahahaha, in that case, you will die first!" Hong Guan raised his hand, a faint light flashed on his hand, and he used pain and corrosion techniques. The monk who had just spoken suddenly screamed, his skin turned black, his whole body was festered, and he fell to the ground with black blood spitting out of his mouth!

Seeing the miserable state of the monk, everyone else was speechless. The monks who were originally standing next to him also kept backing away, as if they were afraid of being infected.

The old monk looked unhappy, lowered his head and sighed, "Donor, on behalf of Shaolin, I agree to your request, please stop!"

"Don't worry, he won't die. If I don't teach him a lesson, he will think that he can bully anyone in the world at will!"

A few minutes later, the skill time was over, and the monk could still be seen in human form, but there was not a single piece of healthy skin on his body, as if he had been burned by fire.

The way people in the martial arts world looked at Hong Guan had changed from awe to fear.

The monks from Shaolin carried out many large boxes from the back mountain, including hundreds of boxes of silver, twenty boxes of gold, and a book. Lu Zhu took them and handed them over to Hong Guan!

Hong Guan looked at the martial artists around him. Many of them had greed in their eyes. Even if they only got one box, they would be able to live a worry-free life.

However, their greed was not directed at Hong Guan, because they were afraid. Death was not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing was to be like that monk and live a life worse than death.

With a wave of his hand, all the boxes disappeared without leaving any trace. All the martial artists present kept swallowing their saliva. Could this be what Taoist scriptures called "the world in the sleeve"?

Hong Guan smiled and looked at the monks. "From now on, when people from Shaolin Temple see me, bow your head and fight me, Hong Guan. Do you have the strength to do this?"

After Hong Guan left, the old monk spoke again, "Please all fellow martial artists, please leave the mountain. From today on, my Shaolin Temple will be closed for fifty years. All the grudges in the martial arts world have nothing to do with my Shaolin!"

Everyone was afraid of the old monk's strength, so they all left. However, many of them still looked at everything in Shaolin Temple with greedy eyes when they left.

This time all the masters of Shaolin Temple were killed. If they could tie up the old monk and Lu Zhu, then the 72 unique skills and the wealth of Shaolin Temple would be easily obtainable.

They have already thought of the reason, which is to collude with the imperial court and the Sun Moon Sect to harm their fellow martial artists!

After leaving Songshan, Hong Guan returned to the Milin Manor, took out the Yi Jin Jing and began to practice, and soon understood the function of the Yi Jin Jing.

If you regard the body as a road, the function of Yi Jin Jing is to continuously widen the road. As the practice deepens, the single row of roads can be turned into double rows, triple rows or more.

Rama's internal energy or the Washing Marrow Sutra is to change the materials of the road, which is equivalent to replacing a dirt road with a gravel road, cement road, or asphalt road. The two complement each other.

The old monk just now was probably practicing. If Hong Guan really fought with him, he would not be able to win just by relying on martial arts and physical attributes. If he wanted to win, he could only rely on special skills.

After completing his training and passing on the Yi Jin Jing to everyone, he started playing Landlord with the two girls. Three days later, he came out of the dense forest manor and rushed to Hengshan City.

The day for Liu Zhengfeng to retire is approaching, and Hong Guan wants to see, since the plot is so chaotic, will the Songshan Sect bring people to wipe out Liu Zhengfeng's entire family?

Should Liu Zhengfeng die? The answer is yes, of course he should die. You are a righteous person, but you have been associating with the elders of the Sun and Moon Sect. Who would believe you when you say you did not leak any secrets?

But should his disciples, wife and daughter also die? They knew nothing, and they had to deal with Liu Zhengfeng, who looked like an old glass. They were really unlucky.

After traveling for half a day, they stopped at a tavern and heard a rumor that the Shaolin Temple had been attacked, causing heavy losses, and that the 72 unique skills were suspected to have been stolen.

The corners of Hong Guan's mouth curled up. It seemed that his words and the gold and silver from that day had worked. No matter what business one was in, one hated traitors the most.

What's more, this traitor has cheated all the major sects more than once, how could he be let off?

Half a month later, we entered the territory of Hunan Province. We had just passed Changsha and were not far from Hengyang City. I vaguely heard someone shouting for help in the woods next to us.

When they arrived at the woods, they saw a mean-looking man holding a dagger, holding a little nun on both sides, and confronting a swordsman with Li Yapeng's face.

Hong Guan chuckled, he didn't expect that even after the plot was so broken, he still had to see the scene where Tian Boguang robbed Yilin. It seemed like God didn't want Tian Boguang to live!