System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests

Chapter 397: Chapter 230: Night Entry into Guang’an Temple

Lingxin is the Buddha’s Son of the Vajra Zen Institute.

These two monks, although older than him, are of the same generation.

But because the Buddha’s Son holds a superior status, naturally they are his people.

Being from the Vajra Zen Institute and having followed him out... How could they be slapped on the territory of the Blazing Hall by its people?

Today, if this slap lands, would he, the Buddha’s Son, have a shred of face left?

Lingxin could not tolerate such an occurrence, so as the two disciples of the Blazing Hall, with ferocious looks, were about to deliver the slap.

He slammed the table and stood:

"Stop!!"

He had to prevent this from happening, regardless of the reasons, the outcome must not go wrong, or it would be a significant problem.

But he couldn’t stop it...

Because right after he shouted those two words, a voice came through:

"Sit down!"

The voice wasn’t loud, yet far more powerful than the words ’stop’.

Lingxin shouted stop, and needed to take action to make the other party stop.

But this person in front told him to sit down, and he felt a buzz in his head, his years of martial arts training failed to protect, and he inexplicably sat down.

He finally understood why his two fellow disciples were so obedient... When told to kneel, they knelt.

It turns out, this situation... was beyond control.

Slap! Slap!

Slap! Slap!

The big slaps arrived on schedule, with the Blazing Hall disciples showing no mercy.

Mainly because Lingxin and the others spoke too unpleasantly, claiming Beitang Lie was dead, and the Blazing Hall was effectively defunct.

Now, in front of the real ruling figure of Blazing Hall, speaking such words, they demeaned the Blazing Hall as worthless.

As disciples of the Blazing Hall, how could they tolerate it?

The people of the Blazing Hall were supposed to ’have a heart like fire, with chivalry as gold’, meaning the disciples should have fiery temperaments, daring to venture, to act, to defend.

Yet they must also use this inner fire to burn themselves, refining into gold, nurturing the most brilliant chivalrous path.

But the premise is, the heart must contain this fire.

If this fire is extinguished, what’s there to forge into gold?

Talk of chivalry is nonsense?

Therefore, the disciples of Blazing Hall often give the impression that... they have bad tempers, fiery anger.

Lingxin had heard this said before, but didn’t take it to heart.

But today he witnessed it.

Those big slaps came as if they cost nothing.

In just a short moment, the two fellow disciples were beaten into swollen heads.

He wanted to stand up and stop this scene, but the earlier ’sit down’ command was far from simply making him sit down.

Within him, his Qi and blood surged, overturned, head heavy and feet light, trying to exert force to stand, but felt feeble and unable to rise.

Unable to stop... not even able to stand.

Who is this young man?

Fear crept into Lingxin’s heart, something a Buddha’s Son should not feel.

Everyone said a Buddha’s Son should have a heart like crystal, transparent, without blemish.

But at that moment, Lingxin felt fear within his heart.

The big slaps continued, the Blazing Hall disciples seemed intent on beating these Vajra Sect monks to death in this teahouse.

Lingxin forcefully suppressed the fear, clenched his teeth, saying:

"Blazing Hall... Are you trying to start a war with my... Vajra Sect?"

Wuchen sighed, feeling that times were truly getting crazier.

Back in the days, the Vajra Sect wasn’t like this...

How come now, even the Buddha has fire?

Coming provocatively without reason, uttering insults first, wasn’t it you few little monks?

How did it end with the Blazing Hall looking to start a war with the Vajra Sect?

These generations of Buddha’s Sons, why are they all bears?

He wanted to say something but in front of Chu Qing, couldn’t utter a word.

Chu Qing then spoke up:

"Open war? Do you mean that genuinely, Buddha’s Son?"

His gaze lifted, landing on Lingxin.

The suppressed fear earlier once again surfaced in his heart.

Bloody shadows hovered overhead, plunging him into an extreme panic.

He pointed at Chu Qing:

"You... you, who exactly are you?"

Such feelings wouldn’t arise from an ordinary person; this person was too dangerous.

Chu Qing shook his head:

"You are not qualified to know my identity."

He glanced at the two monks beaten beyond recognizing face from cheeks, softly said:

"Enough."

Only then did the two disciples of Blazing Hall, reluctantly, give two more big slaps before retreating.

Having been with Blazing Hall for so long, it’s their first time hitting people so satisfactorily.

Yet looking back at Chu Qing, they worried if they had gone too far, displeasing the young master?

Luckily, the young master’s expression remained indifferent... Perhaps, somewhat satisfied?

Chu Qing waved his hand:

"Now get out?"

The two monks, dazed from the beating, couldn’t hear clearly what Chu Qing said, but as they tried to open their mouths, sticky blood trickled down their corners.

Together with saliva, it became sticky, as their mouths were too wounded from the slaps.

Despite not hearing Chu Qing, they recognized his gesture.

So without thinking, they struggled to their feet.

Chu Qing’s Vajra Zen Lion’s Roar effect was gradually fading, and the two managed to stand and prepared to leave.