Chapter Thirty-One: The Great Battle Between Monk and Four Golden Warriors

  The Greatly Good Master arrived before the Four Great Diamond Kings, who were shocked beyond measure.

  "Old monk, who are you? Why have you come to stir up trouble?" Harry Red asked.

  "Amitabha, I am a monk from afar. It is good that you have come to this place. Donor, put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! Shaolin is a sacred land of Buddhism, an ancient temple with several hundred years of history. Why must you treat us in such a manner? The disciples of Shaolin have always strictly adhered to the rules and regulations, and we have no grudges against the Jin State. How can you treat our abbot, elders, and fellow disciples in this way?" Master Zhi Shan asked with his hands clasped together, reciting the Buddha's name.

  "Old monk, who told you to interfere with other people's business? Do you know that these bald donkeys are ungrateful and dare to oppose me, Jin Guo? They secretly collude with the Song people, kill my Jin Guo envoys, and plot against me. Shouldn't they be killed?" Hali Ke said.

  The Great Master was perplexed after hearing Harry's words. The Shaolin disciples intercepted and killed the Jin State envoys, when did this happen? Was it just yesterday? Impossible!

  "Amitabha, benefactor, monks do not speak falsely, nor kill the innocent indiscriminately. Have you mistaken us? Shaolin Temple and your Jin State have no connection, how could we do such a thing? You must be mistaken. Can I ask for clarification before taking action?" asked Master Zishan.

  "You ask! Give them five minutes to confess, hand over the murderer and Shaolin's 'Muscle Changing Classic', and we'll let it go. Otherwise, when the clock strikes three at noon, send them to see the Buddha." Harry said.

  The great master came before the crowd, asking each of them questions one by one, and at the same time stuffing the previously prepared medicine pills into their mouths.

  From the moment he saw his senior brother appear, he knew in his heart that Shaolin was saved.

  "Big Brother, why have you come to Shaolin?" Zhicheng asked.

  "It's not easy for us brothers to meet, let's solve the problem in front of us first and then have a good chat. Sincerely, you all calm down and take a deep breath, don't worry about the Four Great Golden Vajras' matter, I've already made preparations." Master Zhi Shan said as he stood up and came to the front of the Four Great Golden Vajras, apologetically saying: "Everyone, I'm really sorry, they say this is something you all deliberately fabricated, your purpose is to destroy Shaolin Temple and obtain the 'Easy Tendon Scripture', they also mentioned three words..."

  "What were the other three words they said? Master, was it 'Yi Jin Jing'?" Harry asked eagerly.

  "Make... your... dream!" Master Zishan said slowly and deliberately.

  The four Vajras heard this and were so angry that smoke was coming out of their seven orifices.

  "Big brother, there's no need to waste words on these stubborn Han people. Just set them all on fire and burn them to death, so we won't have any future troubles," said Harry Red.

  "Yes! These Song people are not a good kind, simply cut them off at the roots, burn Shaolin Temple to ashes, and let Shaolin Temple and these Shaolin disciples disappear from the earth together." Ha Li Qing said.

  "Brother, give the order! A man without poison is not a husband, a small amount is not a gentleman. Don't hesitate, to avoid unexpected changes." Harry Green also urged repeatedly.

  "Alright! Since you're all so eager, I'll give in. Brothers, prepare the torches." Harry finally made up his mind.

  "Amitabha Buddha, good deeds will be rewarded with good fortune and evil deeds will be punished with bad fortune. It's not that there is no retribution, but the time has not yet arrived; when the time arrives, there will definitely be retribution." The great master joined his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.

  "You bandits from the Golden Kingdom, thinking of destroying Shaolin Temple? It's not that easy." The first to speak was Hui Neng, the leader of the stick monks. One by one, the stick monks appeared in the courtyard, each holding an iron staff and looking fierce.

  The four Vajras saw that the Shaolin monks came up one by one, vigorous and spirited, and knew it was the work of the great master in front of them.

  The four mighty ones relied on their own strong abilities and brought so many golden soldiers, they didn't put these stick monks in their eyes.

  Harry roared loudly and swung his wolf-toothed club to fight against Hui Neng.

  Harry Red didn't say a word, holding his crescent moon knife, and went into battle against Hui Ming.

  Harry swung his sword straight at Master Zishan.

  Harry Green wielded his sword to fight against Monk Huijing. The other officers and soldiers rushed up, fighting all the monks.

  The courtyard was filled with dust and the sound of killing, clashing swords and clubs, the din rising in waves, shaking the entire ancient temple.

  So solitary and outnumbered, the stick monks were no match for the Four Golden Arhats. Hui Neng saw that everyone was struggling to keep up, so he shook his iron staff and arrived at the side of Hui Ming and Hui Jing, with Ah Li Ke hot on their heels.

  "Huiming, Huijing, inform the brothers, the Eighteen Arhats Formation." Huineng fought against Hari while greeting Huiming and Huijing.

  Wisdom and clarity of mind lead to spiritual enlightenment, mutually informing each other.

  Eighteen Arhats monks gathered together, forming an invincible Eighteen Arhats formation, advancing and retreating in order, attacking and defending with ease.

  The Four Great Diamond Warriors suddenly saw the Eighteen Arhats Formation and didn't know its power, so they each took their own weapons and charged forward to fight.

  The eighteen monk warriors surrounded the four great Vajras in the center of the arena, forming an iron barrel-like encirclement.

  The four golden strongmen inside were left and right, colliding with each other, even if they were exhausted, they couldn't escape the encirclement. The Golden Army outside wanted to break through the Arhat formation to rescue the four golden strongmen, but after a flurry of activity, it was all in vain.

  Wang Zipeng saw that everyone was busy responding, so he quietly came to the center of the bundled firewood of Fang Zhang, Lao Zhang, and Di Zi, and one by one untied their ropes. The crowd walked out of the firewood pile and came to the courtyard, ready to fight against the government soldiers. Zhi Cheng and Zhi Shan brothers hadn't seen each other for many years, so naturally they had a lot to talk about when they met again.

  The four Diamond Warriors were trapped in the Arhat Formation and could not break out for a long time, their morale dwindling. Seeing the officials and soldiers being attacked by the Shaolin monks made them even more anxious.

  "Great Master, you are a man of great justice, you have come to preside over what is right, we will all listen to you." Harry shouted loudly.

  The Grandmaster understood in his heart that it's better to let go of grievances than to hold onto them, so he said to Zhicheng: "Younger brother, when you can spare someone, do spare him. Tell them to stop!"

  Zhichen listened to his senior brother's words and shouted to the young Shaolin monks: "Everyone stop!"

  Everyone put away their weapons.

  The four Vajras also put away their weapons, each of them drenched in sweat.

  "Benefactor, the Shaolin Buddhist door is a quiet place. You'd better take your men and leave Shaolin. Remember, being convenient to others is also convenient for yourself. Doing many unjust things will lead to self-destruction. Amitabha Buddha." Master Zishan said this with his hands clasped together, reciting the Buddha's name.

  The four Vajras had no choice but to take advantage of the situation and slip away with their tails between their legs, leading the defeated Golden Army out of Shaolin Temple.

  "Brother Shifu, it's been many years since we last met, and you still look as elegant as ever. I wonder what brings you to Shaolin Temple this time?" asked Abbot Zhen Cheng.

  "To be honest, Master, you never visit the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. I've recently taken in a new disciple named Wang Zipeng, who is naturally talented in martial arts. Zipeng and I have a deep affinity, this child is straightforward by nature, with an upright and noble demeanor, he will surely become a great talent in the future. Master, I ask that you properly cultivate him, so that he can bring glory to our Great Song Dynasty." said Master Zishan.

  "As a proud disciple of Shifu, I must cultivate him with all my heart; it's just that my ability is limited, and I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to the task." Zhishen said.

  "Shaolin Kung Fu is profound and intricate, just do your best, that's all I ask. You know, I'm used to being lazy and don't want to be restricted, so I'll have to trouble you, little brother." Master Zhi Shan said with a smile.

  Sincerely seeing brother's words true and heartfelt, can only agree.