Chapter 481: You all deserve to go to Avici Hell!

Long Jingtian made his way to Shaolin, in part to prevent Fang Bai and his disciple from senselessly throwing away their lives.A day ahead of their scheduled arrival, the grandfather and granddaughter pair had already reached the vicinity of Shaolin and had successfully tracked down Fang Bai and his disciple.

When they saw that the two weren’t using any True Yuan and were running at full speed purely on physical strength, the Dragon Maiden was puzzled, and so was Long Jingtian. However, he never believed that Fang Bai and his disciple would run around aimlessly. He guessed it must be some kind of cultivation method.

"Grandpa, should we stop them now?"

After tracking for a while and seeing that Song Mountain, where Shaolin was located, was already in sight, the Dragon Maiden asked with a turn of her head.

Long Jingtian shook his head and said, "No need! They don’t have too much violent and murderous aura about them. Perhaps the battle we’re imagining won’t occur. I would prefer to avoid revealing myself unless absolutely necessary!"

"I was kind of hoping they would fight..."

the Dragon Maiden muttered under her breath.

"You girl, how would their fighting benefit you?"

Long Jingtian said with a tone of annoyance.

The Dragon Maiden giggled and said, "All the members of the ’Dragon Guard’ say that Grandpa, you are the number one expert in the Secular Ancient Martial World. I’ve always wanted to see you show off your skills, but I’ve never had the chance! If they start fighting, you’ll have to step in to stop them, right? Wouldn’t that be an opportunity?"

Long Jingtian scolded with a laugh, "You naughty girl, always causing trouble! Number one expert? That’s just what others speculate; I would never dare to claim that title! The path of Martial Dao is neverending. Who in this world could dare to say they’ve reached the pinnacle of Martial Dao, invincible under the heavens?"

"In my heart, Grandpa is number one! You are invincible under the heavens!"

"Alright, enough with the flattery! Remember, once we sneak into Shaolin, it’s best you stay quiet and just watch. Shaolin has many experts; if we’re not careful, we’ll be discovered, and then we’ll have no choice but to reveal ourselves!"

"Got it!"

As they spoke, the grandfather and granddaughter noticed that Fang Bai and Ghost Hand had already reached the "Reception Pavilion" at the foot of Song Mountain.

The Reception Pavilion is a small pavilion at the foot of the mountain set up by Shaolin’s Reception Hall, specifically for dealing with various affairs between Shaolin and the outside world.

For example, it’s common for martial artists from the Ancient Martial World to come to Shaolin to challenge and seek fame through battle. In such cases, Shaolin typically sends a Reception Monk to the pavilion at the base of the mountain to handle the situation.

In the Reception Pavilion, two Reception Monks are on duty every day.

Upon arriving at the Reception Pavilion, Fang Bai and Ghost Hand saw an old and a young monk, both ordinary Reception Monks, sitting upright inside.

"Benefactors, may I ask what brings you here?"

When Fang Bai and Ghost Hand entered the Reception Pavilion, the two Reception Monks quickly stood up. The older monk clasped his hands behind his back and respectfully asked.

"Go tell that old Monk Jueren that Ghost Hand, a disciple of Myriad Medicine Valley, has come to Shaolin to settle a grudge!"

Ghost Hand stated coldly.

Seeing the sudden fierce glint in Ghost Hand’s eyes and the overwhelming killing Qi, both Reception Monks shivered involuntarily.

"Please wait a moment, Benefactor..."

The elderly Reception Monk recalled the abbot’s earlier admonition and immediately signaled the young Reception Monk with a meaningful look.

Without a word, the young Reception Monk spread his legs and ran up the mountain like a madman.

Following the incidents involving Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple, Shaolin also received word of caution, so Abbot Jueren repeatedly instructed the Reception Monks in charge of guard duty that as soon as they spotted two young men appearing at the foot of the mountain, they were to immediately report it up the mountain without delay.

Fang Bai and Ghost Hand came to Shaolin openly and honorably this time, seeking justice in a forthright manner, so they were in no rush. Seeing the young Reception Monk hurrying up the mountain, both of them sat down in the pavilion and waited patiently.

Shortly after, four middle-aged monks surrounded a fat monk with a large, ear-to-ear smile and rosy complexion as they sped down the mountain path.

Observing the movement techniques of the five monks, it was clear they were Martial Monks of no weak strength.

"One Earth Level beginner, four at Profound Level Perfection... The legend goes that Shaolin is the towering beacon of Huaxia’s Ancient Martial World, one of the leading Ancient Martial Sects. Seeing it today, their reputation is indeed well-deserved!"

Fang Bai, noticing that even the weakest among the five descending Shaolin monks was at Profound Level Perfection and that there was even an Earth Level Martial Artist among them, comprehended that their strength alone made them incomparable to Misty Rain Tower or Qingcheng Temple.

Rumors depicted the current Shaolin abbot, Jueren, as a gaunt old monk in his sixties, wielding a Zen Staff and draped in a kasaya with a bright red base and gold threads. However, the fat monk swiftly approaching the Reception Pavilion was starkly different from the rumored image of Abbot Jueren. Judging by his strength, he was likely one of Shaolin’s elder figures. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet

The fat monk, escorted by the four middle-aged monks, arrived outside the pavilion and glanced at Fang Bai and Ghost Hand. He then entered the pavilion with a solemn expression, brought his palms together in a gesture of respect, and said, "May I ask which of the benefactors is the Ghost Hand disciple of Myriad Medicine Valley?"

"That’s me!"

Ghost Hand stepped forward, his eyes brimming with a cold gleam as he fixed his gaze on the fat monk and asked icily, "Are you Jueren?"

The fat monk replied, "I am Monk Jueming, currently the elder of Reception Hall. Abbot Fangzhang is in retreat and cannot conveniently come down the mountain. We ask for the benefactor’s understanding!"

Ghost Hand scoffed, "In retreat? Hah, surely it’s because he did something shameful and can’t face anyone, right?"

"After Abbot learned that the benefactor is a disciple of Myriad Medicine Valley, he particularly entrusted me to bring a message..."

Confronting Ghost Hand’s hateful gaze, Jueming spoke gravely and solemnly, "He said that although the incident at Myriad Medicine Valley was done by a small number of Shaolin monks without his knowledge, as the abbot, he should bear the responsibility for failing to supervise them properly. He instructed me to represent Shaolin in delivering an apology to the benefactor and also to return a Heaven Rank Technique that was copied from Misty Rain Tower..."

"An apology... What a generous apology!"

Ghost Hand, listening to Jueming place a copied Heaven Rank Technique on the stone table of the Reception Pavilion, laughed loudly toward the sky, then glared at Jueming and yelled, "What if I kill several of you monks and burn down your temple, then apologize afterwards? Would you accept it?"

"Amitabha!"

Jueming intoned the Buddha’s name loudly and said gravely, "To my knowledge, during the Myriad Medicine Valley incident, our Shaolin disciples withdrew partway and did not kill anyone among you..."

Ghost Hand questioned sharply, "You abetted tyranny. Though you did not kill, how is it different from murder? All of you monks speak of compassion, yet you engage in acts of murder and arson in secret. Don’t you feel that you’re desecrating the name of the Buddha? You all deserve to fall into the Avici Hell!"

Having said that, Ghost Hand walked to the stone table, grabbed the Heaven Rank Technique, infused it with True Yuan, and with a sweep of his hand, the entire Heaven Rank Technique instantly turned to scraps, scattering in the wind.

For the martial artists of the Secular World, a Heaven Rank Technique was a treasure beyond their wildest dreams; Jueming hadn’t expected Ghost Hand to destroy it without so much as a glance, and he couldn’t help but feel greatly pained. Hearing Ghost Hand’s harsh words, his expression darkened and he said, "Benefactor, you go too far!"

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