Chapter 122: A Trap (One) (1/2)

Chapter 122: A Trap (One)

“So the Shaolin Temple is going onto the stock market and wish to invite all martial artists within the martial arts world. No matter how much I look at this, doesn’t it feel like a modern gathering of the Wulin? The location on this card doesn’t Mt. Song in Henan, but Hong Kong? This isn’t a joke I hope!”

When Wang Chao looked at the invitation, he had realized the invitation card said to meet up in Hong Kong this time. In his heart, he couldn’t help but feel an unimaginable feeling well up in his head.

“It’s not a joke at all.” Lin Yanan smiled. “The Shaolin Temple has many disciples that went overseas to expand. Some became famous while some grew rich and powerful. Their connections have expanded, in Hong Kong most especially. And now, the Shaolin Temple has grown exceedingly well. So having a gathering in Hong Kong, is there really anything strange about that? Did you think this would be something out of a novel and be an invitation for a hero? A gathering of the entire Wulin to choose someone to be the leader?”

“It’s a good thing that this time the meeting will be in Hong Kong rather than in America. The Shaolin Temple will protect you in Hong Kong.”

Wang Chao shook his head, “There are many experts in China, do you remember when we went to the homelands of Zhang Wei? His martial brother Leung Jingmen and the Daoist monk with the surname of Xu. The both of them are capable of Hidden Jin despite the lack of combat experience. But they are not fighters, they are men of Wushu instead. People like this are definitely numerous within the country. They’re hidden and silent, but would the Shaolin Temple invite such men one by one? Even if they were invited, would they go to Hong Kong?”

The martial art sects of today’s era were practically all but gone. The remaining experts had already hidden themselves amongst the people. Some went into business, some became officials, officers, politicians, or teachers. Very few would go into the underground or open a school to train disciples.

The very notion of a martial art sect was extremely faint now with the experts all hidden away.

Only the Shaolin had developed economically and politically. They were completely deserving to being known as the leaders of the Wulin.

But Wang Chao couldn’t understand one thing. What was the point of this meeting? Was it to illustrate one’s position within the Wulin?

But since there was no Wulin now, the way the Shaolin Temple was operating, it was like lighting a lantern for a blind man to use.

“The Shaolin Temple is inviting the well known figures! Well. Known! Do you not understand these two words? In other words, those who have financial strength, know martial arts, are well known, and are a part of the upper-class. It isn’t anything as chaotic of a mess you’re thinking of like the Wulin or the Beggar’s Union with their beggars. If you know martial arts, but have no money or no status, why would the Shaolin Temple invite you? To sweep their grounds maybe?”

Lin Yanan rolled her eyes to Wang Chao, “The Shaolin Temple has reformed and expanded quite quickly for 30 to 40 years. Many foreigners have come to Mt. Song to practice martial arts and diversifying the staff. Several foreigners are quite rich and powerful when they became a disciple for the Shaolin Temple. This way, the foreign connections of the Shaolin Temple has grown majorly! According to the organization, even the Morgan Financial Group, Disney, Rockefeller and several other groups in America have their men practicing Shaolin. Naturally, some of them admire Chinese martial arts and have nothing better to do with their money than to play around. But that doesn’t mean to say the same for all.”

Wang Chao had thought for a moment. Things were really as she said. After 30 or 40 years of reforms, the Shaolin Temple had became well known overseas. Many foreigners had came running to Mt. Song to learn martial arts, causing the Shaolin Temple and several foreign powers to become intertwined. In the name of Shaolin, many martial arts school had already opened up in America, Europe, and other countries. It could be said that they had truly charged out from Asia and onto the world stage.

“For the Shaolin Temple to suddenly open up to the stock market, it is quite doubtful. The powers they are involved with are certainly quite deep, this must be carefully investigated!” Lin Yanan spoke. “However, the Shaolin Temple matter has to be done discreetly, and not openly.”

“In brief, we should go to Hong Kong first. Investigating the Shaolin Temple isn’t something that can be done in one or two days. Let’s go and see first. With your identity, the organization will benefit greatly from this.” Lin Yanan nodded her head.

Just as Lin Yanan and Wang Chao had finished talking about the invitation from the Shaolin Temple, Wang Chao’s cellphone in the room began to ring.

The caller was Liao Junhua.

Shandong, Ji’nan.

Bang! Two fists collided together before Liao Junhua took three steps back. All he could feel was his entire body trembling as a buzzing sound could be heard in his ears.

“How did your martial arts improve that fast so quickly?” Liao Junhua was amazed. “I heard that you went to Singapore recently and fought against a Canadian master of the Cheng Style Baguazhang in a match, is that right?”

“You get your news quite fast.” After being forced back by the “Parry and Punch”, Liao Junhua had experienced the use of the hard rotation Jin by Wang Chao. After that, Wang Chao explained the matter with Cheng Shanming and their competition.

After hearing that Cheng Shanming was capable of Transforming Jin and was a student of marksmanship, Liao Junhua clicked his tongue.

“When I was in the American Chinese circles, I once heard of a Canadian expert of Cheng Style Baguazhang. But I never faced off against him! It’s no wonder your martial arts has improved if you were practicing rigorously underwater! Is the effect truly that big? One of these days, I’ll have to try it myself.”

“We can talk about that later. I came to ask you, what is going on with the Shaolin Temple?” Wang Chao asked.

“With your school opening up in Shandong, you are taking a piece of the market from the Shandong Institute of Guoshu. Furthermore, with a name like yours, if the Shaolin Temple didn’t invite you to the meeting, who would they invite then?”

“I heard that you were given an invite as well?”

“Correct.” Liao Junhua nodded. “However, I don’t have any leisure time to go and help these monks with whatever. I advise you not to go either. Word about these monks aren’t very good.”