The City of Terror

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

 The next morning, Wei Xiao Bei woke up early and went to the Dharma Palace"s training grounds.

At this time, the sound of people training could be heard.

More than 30 martial monks of different ages were doing a series of various formations and were following the instructions of a middle-aged monk.

This Shaolin Luohanquan was one of the 72 consummate skills and also an entry-level technique.

In truth, although these martial monks possessed varying levels of strength, some of them were at Neutral Jing level, but their expressions were concentrated on the Luohanquan.

It must be said that since Luohanquan was an entry-level technique, these monks should have already been very familiar with it, but they still persisted in learning it. Just this perseverance alone was enough to make Wei Xiao Bei gasp in admiration.

Speaking of these martial monks, some of them were children who were not yet even 10 years old.

In Wei Xiao Bei"s eyes, these children"s training and form were quite firm.

In other words, if Wei Xiao Bei did not have the status panel, he might not even compare to the young martial monks.

Wei Xiao Bei pondered a bit and could not help but slightly redden. He immediately stopped looking and chose an empty spot as he began training.

It has to be said that there was compet.i.tion only when there was a comparison, and progress would be motivated if there was compet.i.tion.

After looking at the martial monk"s training, Wei Xiao Bei seemed extremely concentrated and felt as if he was alone in the world.

After Wei Xiao Bei let out a series of Bajiquan techniques, he noticed that the young martial monks were crouched not far away and observing him with sparkles in their eyes, appearing extremely cute.

Seeing Wei Xiao Bei lower his stance, a small slightly chubby monk impatiently charged over and respectfully greeted Wei Xiao Bei, “Amitabha Buddha, this small monk greets benefactor.”

The young monk pretended to be a senior monk, appearing comical to other"s eyes.

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiao Bei almost chuckled, but when he thought that this might harm the young boy"s spirits, he held it back and almost choked.

“I also greet reverend. Is something the matter?”

Wei Xiao Bei stifled his smile and immediately returned the greeting while asking a question.

“I heard senior apprentice, brother Yan Zhen say that you are powerful. Is it true?”

The small boy earnestly looked at Wei Xiao Bei.

“Yan Mi! Don"t bother benefactor Wei"s training.”

At this time a young martial monk walked over and spoke strictly.

Hearing his senior brother say so, the small monk named Yan Mi immediately became dejected, but he still respectfully said goodbye to Wei Xiao Bei and turned around.

Wei Xiao Bei could not bear to see this and immediately resisted, “No problem. This small master also has quite a firm martial heart. Little master Yan Mi, how about I show you a magic trick?”

Seeing that Wei Xiao Bei did not mind, the young martial monk did not say much and only stood to the side. He looked at Wei Xiao Bei curiously and prepared to see what kind of magic trick he was going to pull off.

During the sparring session the night before, all the martial monks already understood how deep Wei Xiao Bei"s strength was. Rumors had spread that when the head of the Prajna Palace saw it, he muttered that he was no match for Wei Xiao Bei.

Although the martial monks did not have a ranking table, everyone knew that the strongest person in the Shaolin Temple was the head of the Dharma Temple and the person after him was the head of the Prajna Temple.

Just like that, these young martial monks were envious but also hateful of Wei Xiao Bei at the same time. They could not admit that someone of the same age was far stronger than them.

Thus, not only the small monks were curious about him, but also the young monks.

After all, there were only eight martial monks who had sparred with Wei Xiao Bei. Most of the martial monks had only stood on the side and watched but the spar had ended.

Hearing Wei Xiao Bei"s words, the small monk, Yan Mi could not help but happily turn around and even brought his companions over.

With a whoosh, Wei Xiao Bei was immediately surrounded by little kids.

For these young monks under the age of ten or even five or six, temple life was very boring.

Thus, even a small matter like this could excite them.

Seeing that the little kids had surrounded him with curious eyes, Wei Xiao Bei scratched his head as he thought about what to display.

He couldn"t show things that were extraordinary such as releasing electricity.

In the end, he thought back to martial arts.

Wei Xiao Bei thought for a bit and made his decision. He pressed down on the limestone floor and exerted some force on it, then he stood back up again.

Seeing Wei Xiao Bei"s movements, the young martial monks thought that he was prepared to destroy the limestone ground.

Although there was nothing extraordinary about destroying the limestone ground, anyone who saw how light his movements were would be startled.

“Wow! Benefactor Wei is so awesome! Once press had actually created a handprint. I wonder is master could do the same.”

The small monks moved quite fast. Seeing Wei Xiao Bei pull back, they immediately took a look and began to have a lively discussion.

When it came turn for the young monk to take a look, he could not help but be stunned.

There was indeed a handprint on the limestone ground with five fingers and a palm.

However, the problem was that the handprint was not what the monk had imagined it to be. It was not a handprint created from breaking the limestone ground.

The limestone ground simply did not appear to have been damaged at all, but the handprint was there. It was one finger deep, making it seem as if the limestone ground was a soft eraser that had a clear handprint.

The young monk was not the same as the small monks who did not yet have much martial knowledge. Although he was not the top-notch monk in the Shaolin Temple, he was still someone in the mid-level of Negative Jing.

There would come a time when he would reach Neutral Jing.

Additionally, the Shaolin monks possessed a lot of information, allowing their foundational knowledge to be very solid.

He could clearly see that the limestone ground was quite hard!

It must be known that the training grounds were not only used by the people of the Dharma Palace. When there was not enough s.p.a.ce on the other training grounds, everyone would share.

When the martial monks trained, it was easy to imagine how much damage would be created on the ground.

Ordinary stone flooring would not be usable. It would simply be destroyed. Only the limestone flooring could last more than ten years under this stress.

This hard ground was not inferior to cement. Moreover, it had a special property. Although it was very hard, it was of a lower toughness. As long as the power exceeded the hardness, then damaging it was easy.

In simpler terms, a Guo Shu Expert could leave a handprint on a wooden board without destroying it, but it was different from the limestone ground. As long as power was exerted, the limestone ground would definitely break.

Naturally, if it had been trampled on for many years, it would be possible to leave an imprint on it, but this would take more than ten years.

In short, the young monk was startled by the handprint that Wei Xiao Bei left. Even the most specialized palm technique of the Prajna Palace could not reach this degree.

Quickly, Wei Xiao Bei was called by a monk that s.h.i.+ Yong Ping had sent.

Today was the day Wei Xiao Bei would enter the Sutra Depository Pavillion. Without delay, Wei Xiao Bei said his goodbye to the small monks.

Following his departure, the young monk appeared to have gone crazy. He turned around and called for a middle-aged martial monk that was around 40 years old, dragging him with all his might.

Although the middle-aged monk was caught off guard by the dragging, he was still a Neutral Jing expert. He only needed to shake his arms to send the young monk backward and immediately came to a solemn expression, “Little brother Yan Lin, Buddhism requires inner peace. What kind of appearance are you showing with your rash expression and your pulling? Could it be that you forgot about the previous matter?”

Hearing the middle-aged monk say this, Yan Lin"s mind sobered up. He quickly fixed his clothes and cupped his hands towards the middle-aged monk, “Amitabha Buddha. Big brother, previously benefactor Wei performed a magic trick in front of Yan Mi and the other younger disciples. Junior brother could not understand it and wishes senior brother to dispel my confusion.”

“Oh? Then let"s go take a look.”

s.h.i.+ Yan Lin"s words had attracted his senior brother"s interest. After all, he was one of the few people who had sparred with Wei Xiao Bei.

He had even admired Wei Xiao Bei"s martial arts.

When this senior brother came to look at the handprint, the small monks were currently trying to dig out the handprint, but the handprint appeared as if it had always been part of the limestone ground. Using a knife to cut it out would be useless, let alone using one"s hands to try to dig it out.

Seeing the handprint, the senior brother was immediately stunned and crouched down. He could not help but touch the handprint in astonishment.

Seeing the senior brother"s appearance, s.h.i.+ Yan Lin couldn"t help but find it funny. He had previously been berated for having a wild appearance, but now it was his brother"s turn to look like an idiot.

The handprint that Wei Xiao Bei left behind had left every martial monk that saw it speechless.

At this time Wei Xiao Bei had already entered the Sutra Depository Pavillion.

To be more accurate, it was not the Sutra Depository Pavillion that the public could see, but a new Sutra Depository Pavillion that was built away from the public eye. Although the outside appeared to be made of wood, the flooring inside was incomparably hard cement.

Seeing Wei Xiao Bei make a strange expression, the monk leading the way could not help but smile and explain, “The original Sutra Depository Pavilion had been leaking water and repaired countless times. Additionally, it had been opened to the public, so a new one was built and instead of wood, it"s built with cement.”

Wei Xiao Bei nodded his head. It was indeed to. Although the wooden Sutra Depository Pavillion looked antique, it could not defend against fire no matter how many fire extinguishers would be used to stop it.

If a fire had actually occurred, who knew how many secret scriptures would disappear from it.

Behind the doors was an office desk with a computer. A young monk was sitting at the back of the computer. Seeing that a monk had brought in Wei Xiao Bei, he quickly stood up and greeted the other party.

Afterward, the monk showed some identification and introduced Wei Xiao Bei to the other party.