radicalducati Chapter 154 Jinlun makes his appearance, determined to obtain the 'Mind Control Technique'
Chapter 154 Jinlun makes his appearance, determined to obtain the 'Mind Control Technique'
Chapter 154 Jinlun makes his appearance, determined to obtain the 'Mind Control Technique'.
Amidst the commotion, Murong Fu saw a refined-looking, noble-looking man walking ahead, followed by a thin, simple-looking Tibetan monk.
These two must be Prince Huodu and his senior brother Darba.
He turned to look at Guo Jing. He had met the two of them before when he sent Yang to the boarding school in Zhongnan Mountain. At that time, Huo Du wanted to propose to Xiaolongnu, and Guo Jing was also considered by the Quanzhen Sect to have ulterior motives and was called the Silver Thief.
These two had met at Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain. Although they were first-rate masters, their martial arts skills were far inferior to Guo Jing's, so Guo Jing was not afraid of them.
The two men stood on either side, while in the middle stood a Tibetan monk who was dressed in a red robe, extremely tall and thin, with a body like a bamboo pole, and a slightly sunken forehead, resembling a saucer.
Murong Fu knew the person in question had arrived as soon as he saw the concave top of the man's head.
This person is the big boss of the Condor Heroes world, a living Buddha of Tibetan Buddhism, and the national preceptor of Mongolia: the Golden Wheel Dharma King.
Well, his title is still a bit shorter than that of the Great Wheel King.
It is said to be a golden wheel, but it actually has five wheels: gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead.
At this time, he should have only reached the ninth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, and his skill was comparable to Guo Jing's.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong exchanged glances. They had heard Huang Yaoshi mention the strange martial arts of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. When one reached an extremely high level, the top of the head would slightly dent, and the crown of the head would be deeply sunken. Could the martial arts really be so profound? How come they had never heard of such a master in Tibet?
Looking at Hong Qigong, she also sighed slightly. She hadn't known who this Golden Wheel Monk was before, but after Murong Fu's explanation, she knew that this Golden Wheel was the grandmaster of the Five Ugly Ones of Tibet and a distinguished guest of the Mongol royal court, who had come to this martial arts gathering.
It can't be anything good.
When Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw Qi Gong sigh, they knew that he was not easy to deal with. As they got up, they secretly became wary and bowed respectfully.
Guo Jing said, "Young Prince Huo Du, how have you been?"
Since you've come all this way, please take a seat and have a few drinks.
Knowing that the visitor was an enemy, he refrained from saying anything insincere like "Welcome" or "You've come."
Lu Guanying instructed his servants to prepare a new feast and rearrange the dishes.
Prince Huodu said to the tall, thin Tibetan monk:
"Master, let me introduce you to two renowned heroes from the Central Plains—"
Guo Jing was surprised: "So he is the master of this Mongol prince."
The Tibetan monk with the concave head nodded, his eyes seemingly open yet closed.
Prince Huodu said, "This is Guo Jing, the great hero who once served as the Right Army Marshal of our Mongol Western Expedition. This is Madam Guo, who is also Chief Huang of the Bow Gang."
Upon hearing the words "Right Army Marshal of the Mongol Western Expedition," the Tibetan monk's eyes widened, suddenly gleaming with a sharp light. He glanced at Guo Jing's face, then lowered his gaze again, seemingly unconcerned about the leader of the Bow Gang.
Prince Khodu said loudly, "This is my master, a holy monk from Tibet, revered by all as the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and appointed as the First Protector of the Nation by the current Empress of the Great Mongol Empire."
These words were spoken loudly and clearly, heard by all the heroes in the hall. They exchanged glances, all thinking, "We're here discussing how to defend against the Mongol invasion, and here comes this so-called 'Guardian Master' from Mongolia?"
After several rounds of drinks, Prince Huodu stood up, opened his folding fan to reveal a delicate peony on it, and said loudly:
"My master and I have come to this grand banquet of heroes today without accepting the invitation, shamelessly becoming uninvited guests. But thinking of meeting such wise men, we can't worry about that now. This is a rare and precious event. All the heroes of the world have gathered here. In my humble opinion, we must elect a leader to guide the martial arts world and be the head of all the heroes. What do you all think?"
My master, the Golden Wheel Monk, is highly respected and his martial arts skills are unparalleled.
The position of leader of the martial arts world should belong to the virtuous. As their master, I naturally will not relinquish it. What do you heroes think?
Murong Fu couldn't help but laugh.
The heroes present were initially indignant at Huo Du's words, but they also became curious upon hearing Murong Fu's laughter.
That's certainly infuriating, but there's nothing funny about it.
If an ordinary person were to laugh so strangely in this situation in front of masters like the Mongolian National Preceptor and the Prince, everyone would think he was a madman and wouldn't bother with him.
However, Murong Fu's martial arts skills were exceptionally high. Despite being intercepted by Master Guo and Master Qiu, he managed to cut Master Zhao in two with a single sword strike. Not only was his martial arts skill high, but he was also a guest of honor of Hong Qigong, the former leader of the Bow Gang. Therefore, his smile carried special weight and attracted considerable attention.
Little Dragon Girl, standing beside him, was also somewhat curious, looking at Murong Fu with her big, bright eyes.
Murong Fu knew she wanted to know what he was laughing at, but she was too embarrassed to ask.
Just as I was about to explain to her, I heard Huo Du flick his folding fan and say angrily:
"Young master, what are you laughing at? Do you have a problem with our Golden Wheel Monk?!"
Seeing that Huo Du had spoken, Murong Fu also flicked out his paper fan and said with a smile:
"Heh, I laugh at you Mongolians who are so poor that even dogs disdain their homes."
The Golden Wheel Monk naturally understood the Central Plains language. When he heard Murong Fu call him a dog, he opened his eyes, his eyes barely open, and stared at Murong Fu. If it were anyone else, they would probably be terrified and trembling with fear.
But this was Murong Fu, who was completely unaffected by it, drinking and eating meat without a care in the world.
Seeing that he remained composed even in this atmosphere, and had even offended the Mongolian national advisor and prince, the heroes were naturally very impressed. Some of the more meddlesome heroes even began to cheer and drink together from afar.
Seeing that his master was angry, Huo Du, who was usually the most talkative, naturally couldn't pretend to be mute now, so he asked sternly:
"How dare you insult my master like this? Are you truly courting death?!"
Murong Fu laughed and said, "Hehe, what should we call this gathering?"
Call it the Heroes' Gathering!
It is to gather heroes from the Central Plains to fight against you Mongol Tartars.
You, a Mongol prince and a Mongol national advisor, are willing to become "traitors" and join the Central Plains martial arts world to fight against the Mongols. Doesn't this prove that you know the Mongol forces are about to collapse and have abandoned the darkness for the light?
There is an old saying in the Central Plains: "Those who understand the times are heroes."
If you are truly interested in joining us, we naturally welcome you. However, you will need to present a pledge of allegiance!
"I wonder if it is you, Huo Du, who pledged your allegiance with the head of the Mongol National Preceptor, or Jinlun with the life of the Mongol prince?!"
After he finished speaking, the other heroes naturally echoed his sentiments:
"Hahaha, Young Master Murong is right. Prince Huo Du, I think you're quite good. If you take that bald monk's head, I'll make you the vice leader of the alliance."
"Heh, what vice leader?! After we take their heads, we'll make Prince Huodu the leader, and tonight we'll assassinate the Mongol emperor and empress dowager."
"Excellent, excellent! You're committing 'treason'! Why don't you hurry up and get to work?"
Huo Du, who always considered himself a strategist, never expected to be outmaneuvered by Murong Fu so soon after arriving here. His eyes filled with resentment, he asked, "Hmph, sharp-tongued. Dare you leave your name?"
Murong Fu said, "You're a treacherous fool. Remember your master's name is Murong Fu."
The Golden Wheel Monk behind Huo Du spoke up: "Further words are useless. Let's decide the winner with a fight. Whoever fights me will become the leader of the martial arts alliance."
Huang Rong, unaware of the foreign monk's abilities, said, "The leader of the martial arts alliance should be the one with virtue. All the heroes of the Central Plains wish to appoint Master Hong Qigong as the leader of the martial arts alliance."
It was because he was unwilling to kill that he taught countless disciples, traveled all over the world every day, and killed Mongolians and eliminated traitors who acted as their protectors.
This earned the respect and admiration of heroes across the land.
"Hehe, if you want to compete, why don't you get past the disciples of the Seven Masters first?"
Most of the heroes in the Central Plains knew that Guo Jing was the disciple of Qi Gong, whose martial arts were amazing. He was in his prime, and his pair of Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were extremely powerful. He was probably already the best in the world.
At this time, Hong Qigong was old, and even if he personally went down in the arena, he might not be able to beat him. If it were the great hero Guo Jing competing with the disciple of the Golden Wheel Monk, he would be sure to win and there was no reason for him to lose. Immediately, everyone cheered and applauded, and the sound shook the roof tiles.
Upon receiving the news, the heroes who were feasting in the side hall and back hall flocked over, and soon the corridor, courtyard, and doorway were all crowded with people, cheering and encouraging them.
On the other hand, the Golden Wheel Dharma King's side had fewer people. Apart from the Dharma King and his two disciples, there were only some Mongol officials and attendants, so their influence was far less than that of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.
But the Golden Wheel Monk was unaware that he had lived in seclusion in the Western Regions for many years, where he was treated as a living Buddha and a Bodhisattva wherever he went. He had also cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the ninth level, possessing the power of nine dragons and nine elephants. He had never encountered an opponent and had long believed himself to be invincible in this world.
He felt that the Central Plains was nothing more than the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Bow, who might be able to withstand a few moves from him. Naturally, their disciples were not as good as his own.
So he said, "Huo Du, go and defeat Hong Qigong's disciple."
Huo Du: "Me?"
When Huo Du was proposing to Xiaolongnu, he was defeated by Guo Jing. After inquiring about Guo Jing's background, he realized that even if he and his senior brother stood shoulder to shoulder, they would definitely not be a match for this "Great Hero Guo".
Just as his face was turning grim, a Mongol official whispered a suggestion in his ear.
Murong Fu suddenly remembered something and asked Huang Rong, "Chief Huang, does that person look familiar?"
Huang Rong initially found it strange that she knew a Mongolian official, but Hong Qigong, who was keenly aware of the situation, understood perfectly.
He immediately exclaimed, "That's Elder Peng?!"
Upon hearing this, Huang Rong realized it was indeed him.
She was struck by his "Heart-Pulling Technique" back then, and if Guo Jing hadn't taught her the "Soul-Shifting Technique" in time to counteract it, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Murong Fu was even more delighted. In his previous life, he had read many biographies of Elder Peng, and his "heart-tweeting technique" was quite unique.
Although he now possesses the "Soul Transfer Technique" of the Nine Yin Manual, Murong Fu still maintains a humble and eager-to-learn attitude, wanting to study it thoroughly, learn from its strengths, and fill in any gaps in his knowledge.
It seems that Murong Fu is destined to return with a full harvest from this gathering of heroes.
Suddenly, Murong Fu turned and saw Yang Guo walking in from outside. After looking around for a while, he stood beside Xiaolongnu. Xiaolongnu wasn't too surprised to see him return; she simply asked if he was alright. "If he's not feeling well, let Young Master Murong take a look," she said.
Over the past few days, she had come to know that Murong Fu's medical skills were exceptional. Yang Guo, however, shook his head.
Although Guo Jing was also worried, he had no time to worry about the powerful enemy in front of him.
Murong Fu, however, didn't seem to care and asked, "Where is your godfather?"
Yang Guo's expression darkened: "They were talking about some martial arts techniques again, and then they ran off."
Murong Fu nodded, had someone bring Yang Guo a stool, and sat down to the side.
At this moment, Huo Du said, "I have heard that the treasure of a certain bow gang is a set of techniques called something like the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, which is the most powerful skill of Old Master Hong."
"I am but a humble servant, yet I will attempt to break his defenses with this ordinary fan."