"Amitabha!"
After chanting the Buddha's name, a monk wearing gray cloth monk's robe supported Pan Qianweng.
Suddenly, two more monks arrived and stood in front of Pan Qianweng and the other two.
After the monk holding Pan Qianweng put him down, he took out Shaolin's secret elixir - Shaolin Pills and gave it to Pan Qianweng to take.
After doing all this, he slowly stepped forward and raised his palms in salute.
"Young monk Shaolin Xuanbei, have you met this senior brother from Wudang!?"
Yang Qingyuan felt happy, are you worthy of calling me senior brother?
Shaolin Dharma name: Awakening the light and crossing the sky, Xuan Yuanxu Hui.
Zhang Sanfeng once worked as a water carrier under Shaolin Master Jueyuan for many years, and learned that Master Jueyuan taught him one-third of the Nine Yang Scriptures. He should be considered the same generation as Shaolin Mingzi. Therefore, Yang Qingyuan can also be regarded as the Mingzi generation. Not three generations higher than Xuan Bei.
Yang Qingyuan did not respond to the call of senior brother, but took out a token from his arms with a cold expression.
"Dali Temple is investigating the case! Wait for the rest to retreat!"
When Xuanbei saw that Yang Qingyuan was not responding positively, he raised his palms and saluted again, "My lord, don't you know what crime my nephew has committed?!"
Yang Qingyuan took back the token and asked, "Who are you Pan Qianweng?!"
"The young monk is his senior brother."
"Pan Qianweng was suspected of smuggling goods! He was reported! I came to investigate according to my authority, but Pan Qianweng resisted the arrest! What? Are you also an accomplice?!"
A tall middle-aged monk said sarcastically with a look of disdain on his face.
"As expected of Zhang Sanfeng's disciple and grandson, with the virtue of an old Taoist priest, he secretly learned a few Shaolin skills and then acted recklessly in the world! And he was willing to be a lackey of the imperial court and help the tiger!!..."
"Xuan Cheng, shut up?!" After hearing Xuan Cheng's arrogance, the leader Xuan Bei was also shocked.
In front of so many people, insulting Zhenwu Taoist Master, including Wudang disciples, is no different from Wudang declaring war. It also involves slandering the imperial court. This is a big deal. His junior brother is really capable of causing trouble. , he shouldn’t be taken out on this trip.
Opposite Yang Qingyuan did not get angry directly. Now he is not only the junior martial uncle of Wudang, but also the Dali Temple Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty and a law enforcer.
"If you apologize now, I can forget about it!"
"Amitabha, monks don't lie! What did the poor monk say wrong?!"
Looking at Xuan Cheng who didn't care, Yang Qingyuan had no expression on his face and recited the laws of the Zhou Dynasty.
"According to the laws of the Zhou Dynasty! If you slander the imperial court in public, you will be slapped twenty times and fined ten taels of silver. The crime is one! Zhenren Zhang was the imperial advisor appointed by the late emperor. If he wantonly insults and slanders the imperial advisor in public, he will be slapped thirty times. The fine is fifty taels of silver. I think you are a first-time offender! A lighter punishment! Several crimes will be punished at the same time. The slap is twenty, and the fine is fifty taels of silver! Can you accept the punishment!?"
Xuan Cheng was irritated by Yang Qingyuan's attitude, "Bah! You, a lackey of the imperial court, are you worthy of punishing me?! What imperial laws and regulations can't control me!"
Shaolin prides itself on being the world's martial arts sect and has a long history. Before the Pre-Qin Dynasty, it was the state religion of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the leader of Buddhism in the world.
Even after Zhang Sanfeng founded Wudang, he still believed that he was the largest sect in the world.
Xuan Cheng's mentality is also the mentality of many Shaolin people.
Faced with Yang Qingyuan's identity as a Wu Zhong and a lackey of the imperial court, Xuan Cheng's hatred level was almost full.
Instead of being annoyed, Yang Qingyuan smiled slightly. The pig teammates were really awesome.
"So, Shaolin has surrendered to Northern Yuanmeng? He is no longer a citizen of my Great Zhou Dynasty!"
Yang Qingyuan was directly labeled as a traitor.
Xuanbei also knew that his junior brother's nonsense was being talked about by others. With a burst of his true energy, he shouted sharply, "Xuancheng, shut up!"
This drink carried the spirit of a Buddhist lion's roar, which shocked Xuan Cheng's mind, and he immediately reacted.
"Senior brother, I...!"
Before Xuan Cheng could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xuan Bei, who sternly scolded him, "Shut up from now on! I will truthfully report what you did just now to the head of the Discipline Hall when you go back." Xuan Bei then bowed to him and bowed. .
"Donor Yang, Xuancheng is new to the world and is not familiar with the law. It was an unintentional mistake! Donor Yang, please forgive him once!"
In fact, Xuanbei's attitude was okay. On normal days, Yang Qingyuan would not be aggressive and would at most fine him a fine, but now Yang Qingyuan would not let go easily.
At this time, it was time to create chaos for Ye Jianhan so that he could sneak in. The opponent's pig teammates have all given opportunities to him, how could Yang Qingyuan let it go so easily?
"Master, what you said is wrong. The sentences imposed by this official are all in compliance with our laws and regulations of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there is no favoritism. If everyone tries to get away with it on the pretext of ignorance of the law, the world will be in chaos! If I let my respected junior brother go, then what will happen to me?" It’s a disregard for the law!”
"If the master is dissatisfied with the punishment imposed by this officer, he can ask the Ministry of Punishment for reconciliation, or accuse the Metropolitan Procuratorate of violating the law! But today, this sentence must be implemented!"
Buddhists are good at sophistry and wit, but Yang Qingyuan doesn't want to say more.
"Master Xuancheng, do you want to receive the punishment yourself, or do you want to receive the punishment after I capture you?!"
Just as Xuan Cheng was about to speak, he thought of Xuan Bei's words just now. He glared at Yang Qingyuan with a pair of tiger eyes, but did not speak.
"Amitabha! Mr. Yang has made up his mind, and the poor monk won't say anything more? But after all, Xuancheng is my Shaolin disciple. It is difficult for the poor monk to watch the master take him away and execute him."
Yang Qingyuan spat out the true energy in his left palm, and took a long sword from the palm of a policeman behind him.
"It seems that I still need to capture it myself!? Alas!"
Before he finished speaking, he moved forward quickly.
The Kunlun sect's wind-chasing and lightning-struck martial arts masters are rare in the world and are particularly good at sprinting in a straight line over short distances.
Before Xuan Cheng could react, Yang Qingyuan's sword was already in front of Xuan Cheng.
Just as he was about to dodge, Xuanbei punched out and missed Yang Qingyuan's sword.
Just now, Xuanbei was fully focused and used Shaolin's unique eight-step technique to catch the cicada. He barely kept up with Yang Qingyuan's speed and fired a hundred-step divine fist from the side, saving Xuan Cheng in time.
Xuan Cheng and Xuan Nan on the side also reacted and took action one after another.
Xuannan mastered the big monument-smashing hand carefully, and when he took action, his palm power was astonishing and his true energy was majestic.
Although Xuancheng is unruly and arrogant, he is indeed a rare Shaolin wizard. He has learned the seven unique skills of Shaolin alone. The moves in his hands changed, including the Flower Finger, Prajna Palm, and Dragon Claw skills.
The force of the palm and fist are flying everywhere.
But Yang Qingyuan, who was surrounded by three people, did not feel any pressure at all, and his movements were graceful and elegant.
The moves made by Xuancheng and Xuannan were probably unable to keep up with Yang Qingyuan's Qinggong.
Only Xuan Bei, who was proficient in the Eight-step Cicada Catch and the Hundred-step Divine Fist, could barely keep up with Yang Qingyuan's Qinggong swordsmanship.
In fact, it is not that Xuancheng and Xuannan have low Qing Gong. People in the world have always believed that masters of external Kung Fu are not good at Qing Gong. This is a wrong view in the first place.
Warriors who forge their bodies with external skills have strong limbs and even have an advantage over ordinary Qi-refining warriors in terms of sprinting and bursting movements.
But his opponent is Yang Qingyuan. Yang Qingyuan's martial arts is still far behind the top masters and masters in the world, but when it comes to light kung fu, there are only a handful of people who can beat him.
Yang Qingyuan is based on Wudang Tiyunzong and Feng Wu Jiutian, and incorporates a series of light kung fu movements such as Yunlong Jiuxian and Chasing Wind and Lightning of Kunlun School, Tiangang Footwork of Qingcheng School, and also comprehends Qingfeng Thirteen Sword, understand the meaning of the breeze.
Among the younger generation, there are only a few masters from the older generation who can surpass him in Qinggong.
Xuanbei was able to keep up with Yang Qingyuan because Yang Qingyuan was trying to buy time for Ye Jianhan.
Yang Qingyuan seemed to have a fierce offensive, but in fact he only used the Wudang Sect's Liangyi swordsmanship to fight against the enemy. He was suppressed by the three of them for a while and was at a disadvantage.
But even so, Xuanbei and the other three were still frightened.
Xuanbei and Xuancheng are direct disciples of Shaolin’s contemporary abbot Kongwen, and Xuannan is a disciple of Kongxing, the first monk of Bodhidharma Monastery.
They are all outstanding disciples of the Xuan generation of Shaolin. Among them, Xuan Bei has been selected as the candidate for the next Shaolin abbot.
With the three people joining forces, there was nothing they could do about Yang Qingyuan.
The three of them did not expect that the younger generation of Wudang would have such masters, which was really shocking.
Pan Qianweng on the side originally wanted to step forward to help in the battle, but suddenly thought of something, touched his beard and did not choose to step forward, but continued to confront the agents from the six doors.
Yang Qingyuan and Xuan Nan fought for two quarters of an hour. Xuan Bei saw that it was difficult for both sides to achieve a result, so he started to attack and said.
"Master Yang, although the three of my junior brothers can do nothing to you, you can't defeat our senior brothers. How about the two sides stop fighting, let my junior brother apologize, and both parties just give up?!"
But Yang Qingyuan had no intention of stopping. With the long sword in his hand, one move after another, the sword light flashed and the sword energy flew.
When Xuanbei saw this, he shouted the Buddha's name and continued to take action.
The two sides fought for half an hour. Xuan Bei, as the candidate for the next abbot, was awarded Shaolin's unique skill Yi Jin Jing. The true energy was so strong and long that he had not noticed it yet, but Xuan Cheng and Xuan Nan only had half of the true energy left in their bodies.
On the other hand, Yang Qingyuan, with one against three, never stopped using his sword and body movements, but his true energy was still strong and long.
The more Xuanbei and the others fought, the more frightened they became. Could it be that Yang Qingyuan wanted to drag them until their true energy was exhausted?
The real energy in the palms of the three people was unanimously used with all their strength, hoping to defeat Yang Qingyuan in a short time.
A moment later, Yang Qingyuan, who was under siege, suddenly felt a familiar breath approaching, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Then, a figure jumped down from above, it was Ye Jianhan who went to steal the account book.
Ye Jianhan nodded slightly towards Yang Qingyuan, indicating that the account books were in hand. Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan no longer hid his clumsiness, and suddenly his figure flashed, and his speed increased by 30%.
The long sword was in his palm, and the sword's momentum changed.
The Liangyi Divine Sword, which was originally a combination of strength and softness, suddenly became light and mysterious, seeming to be something and yet not being, and seeming to be imaginary and yet real.
The Thirteen Swords of the Breeze——The breeze is coming slowly.
Wind is the movement and stillness of air, impermanent and silent.
Xuanbei and the others couldn't block the wind, couldn't hide from the wind, couldn't catch up with the wind, and couldn't stop Yang Qingyuan's Thirteen Qingfeng Swords.
With just one move, the Qingfeng Thirteen Swords broke the three people's offensive. Although the three were brothers, they joined forces temporarily and it was difficult to cooperate seamlessly.
For Feng, this is full of flaws.
Yang Qingyuan swung his sword with his backhand - Feng Yang Bi Bo, knocking Xuan Bei and Xuan Nan away, and then stabbed straight with the long sword in his hand - Qing Feng pointed at Liu, breaking Xuan Cheng's palm power and fist strength.
Just when the tip of the sword was about to hit Xuan Cheng's throat, Yang Qingyuan suddenly withdrew his attack and used his left hand's fingers like electricity to seal Xuan Cheng's seven acupoints and cut off the flow of true energy in his meridians.
The Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng, when used upright, is Xuanmen's first-class swordsmanship, but if used backwards, it is Xuanmen's unparalleled method of tapping acupoints and cutting off pulses.
"Jianhan, stop them!"
Xuanbei and Xuannan wanted to continue to rescue them, but were stopped by Ye Jianhan who was watching the battle.
Xuanbei looked at Ye Jianhan who suddenly stopped in front of the two of them, his eyes serious.
Judging from the aura of the person in front of him, he is another master of Yuanhua Realm. One Yang Qingyuan is enough to defeat the three of his senior brothers, and with the person in front of him, if the three of his junior brothers continue to attack, they may all have to be escorted back to Dali Temple.
"Master Yang, is there really no room for negotiation?" Xuanbei looked bitter. He couldn't beat him again and again, and he was unreasonable. Junior brother could really cause trouble!
Yang Qingyuan glanced at Xuan Bei, "This matter will be discussed later! I am here today because I received a tip that someone reported the Cao Gang for smuggling goods! Gang Leader Pan, do you recognize it or not?"
Pan Qianweng looked at the situation in front of him. The three direct descendants of Shaolin had all been defeated by Yang Qingyuan's sword. There was no point in continuing to resist. It was better to abandon the car and save the commander.
"Master Yang, I really don't know at this time. Can you give me half an hour? I will go check it out immediately! I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer to Master Yang!"
Yang Qingyuan thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed.
He was not originally here for smuggling. To completely solve smuggling, his current strength is far from enough. Once this piece of cheese is touched, he will become a thorn in the eyes of those with vested interests.
He is not strong enough to deal with the revenge of these people now!
Three quarters of an hour later, the executioner hall leader of the Cao Gang hurried back.
"Reporting to Gang Leader, Mr. Yang, I took the Caobang disciples to inspect the dock, and indeed found smuggled goods. In addition, we also found four abducted women. After careful verification, the villain found that they were the master of Weishui Hall and seven of the gang members. A disciple conspired with outsiders to do this. The villain has captured them all and handed them over to Master Yang and the gang leader for disposal!"
Pan Qianweng secretly glanced at Yang Qingyuan and scolded, "What to deal with? This is Mr. Yang's prisoner and must be dealt with according to law! Why don't you hand him over to Mr. Yang!"
Yang Qingyuan handed Xuan Cheng and several prisoners into the custody of the police, then took out a pen and paper from his sleeve and waved them away.
A disciple of the Cao Gang committed the crime of smuggling and human trafficking. Pan Qianweng, the leader of the Cao Gang, was lax and fined him 10,000 taels of silver and copied the laws of the Zhou Dynasty three times.
After writing it, he stamped it with the seal of Dali Temple and delivered it to Pan Qianweng with a flick of his finger.
"This is a punishment for the Cao Gang. I hope Gang Leader Pan will hand it over to Dali Temple within five days!"
After saying that, he ignored the reactions of Pan Qianweng and Xuanbei, turned around and left with the policeman.
Pan Qianweng looked at the paper in his hand and felt unbearable anger in his heart, but he couldn't get angry directly in front of Xuan Bei.
Xuan Bei also had a bitter look on his face, watching helplessly as his junior brother was being captured, but there was nothing he could do.
Among the people in Dali Temple who were leaving, Ye Jianhan handed a book to Yang Qingyuan and then jumped into the darkness.
