Chapter 140: The Countermeasure of the Shaolin (1/2)

Chapter 140: The Countermeasure of the Shaolin

The Shaolin Temple had a branch in Hong Kong and was most recently made into the center of all Shaolin Temple branches in Hong Kong amongst the others. Every year, there were 3000 disciples that would have warrior monks or martial art instructors teach them. Their power was quite strong.

But the abbot of the Shaolin Temple Shi Yongxin did not live in this branch or make any contact. Instead, he took up residence in the most luxurious hotel in Hong Kong, the Peninsula Hotel.

Right across the Peninsula Hotel was Victoria Harbor. The scenery was breathtaking, and the middle and high levels were capable of overseeing the entire seascape. Even the queen of the United Kingdom, Queen Elizabeth II would stay here.

Shi Yongxin and many of the important characters of the Shaolin Temple had arrived in Hong Kong along with several powerful families and celebrities to increase their power. Naturally, they were preparing for their stocks to enter the market, so no loss of face could be accepted here so that they could grow and adapt to the modern times.

“Has the abbot risen yet?” At this moment, a grizzly bearded old monk wearing gray and yellow robes came walking down the hotel corridors before coming to a stop at one of the doors.

There were two younger looking monks with leg wrappings and yellow upper garments standing at the door. Their muscles were clearly seen protruding, their temples were slightly puffed outwards, and had bright eyes. A dignified and valiant look, a look that showed off their proficiency at martial arts. But these two monks had glossy lips and their clothes had the smell of wine, meaning that they had been drinking.

Seeing the elder monk, the two younger monks immediately stood straight up, “Master De Jian, yesterday night, the abbot was at the drinking party for the Linshi Jewelry Corporation. Because of that, he wasn’t able to sleep the entire night. And then in the morning, a call came in for him for a matter in Beijing. After all of that, he was able to eat some lunch before finally going to sleep.”

“Ah, is that so. I won’t wake the abbot then. It’d be better to wait for him to wake first.” The monk De Jian gave a gentle sigh before turning around to walk away.

“Master De Jian.” At the door, another yellow robed young monk could be seen calling out for De Jian.

“Ah, Xing Shen. Have you come looking for the abbot? The abbot hasn’t slept since yesterday, and is only sleeping now. Since he doesn’t know martial arts, his physique is rather frail. It’d be best to not disturb him.”

“Out of the question! I just received some information! Today this morning, Guochao….Guochao and the head of the Laoshan School if Internal Martial Arts fought. He was….he was….” The monk’s face grew ashen while the cry of an elephant could be heard coming out from his nose. His two hands clenched tightly into a fist with a crackling sound.

“What’s wrong? What happened to Guochao?” De Jian quickly asked.

“The Ministry of State Security just informed me. This morning Guochao partook in a competition where a killing move was used to crush his throat with a kick. He has….died already.” As he spoke, the monk’s eyes had watered up as if he had lost a son.

“What! How could that be? This is impossible! Guochao’s martial arts was one of a kind, practically no one could beat him. How could he be killed? Did, did they use a gun?” De Jian was astounded. With all his years spent cultivating and meditating, it was useless to calm down his heart.

“No gun was used. Guochao was a part of the Ministry of State Security, and the opposite side was a part of the government as well. I just received news that it was a pure match of martial arts.” Xing Shen let out a long sigh as he tried to calm himself. “Guochao was our inheritor. With his death, I must go take revenge on the one responsible.”

“Hold on. We must consult his with the abbot first!” De Jian commanded. “Xing Shen, you’ve already 50 years to you, you’re past your prime. Guochao as a child was already more than a match for you. If he wasn’t enough to be an opponent, then if you tried taking revenge, what much could you do? You’d be killed by the other side! Furthermore, this is a matter with the government, do you think you could interfere so easily?”

Bitter and hateful, Xing Shen spoke, “Then what am I to do? You should know just how much pain and energy I’ve spent on Guochao. This pain hurts more than losing a son.”

“Yong Bao and Yong He, those …..Guochao….ai!!! Let’s consult with the abbot and see what he will do.” De Jian spoke.

When the two monks guarding the door saw De Jian and Xing Shen come walking over, neither of the two had dared stop them. Instead, they seemed rather afraid of Xing Shen and moved aside immediately.

Xing Shen’s eyebrows were concentrated together on his long and narrow face. His eyes were as wide as a bull, and his mouth was quite wide as well. A malevolent look that resembled the face of an Asura.

The two entered the room, and after passing through several doors, they finally arrived in front of a soft bed where a chubby Maitreya-like monk could be seen sleeping. This was the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

“Abbot, abbot!” Xing Shen cried out several times before the abbot had finally awakened and rubbed at his sleepy eyes.

“You two?” The abbot sat up. “The matter with Yong Bao and Yong He has already been dealt with. I’ve talked with several acquaintances yesterday and passed on a message to the Ministry of State Security, so it should be a lighter matter. You two shouldn’t try to intercede any further. They have violated matters, and at the very least, they’ll receive 18 years. In this matter, I have no other choice.”

“No, it’s Guochao. Today this morning when he arrived in Hong Kong, he fought with Wang Chao in a match. As a result, he was killed.”

“What?” The abbot was shocked and practically leapt out of his bed before his eyebrows locked together. “Wait a moment.” With that, he grabbed the nearby phone and dialed in a few numbers that was hard to understand to see who he was calling. “Was Guochao killed this morning, what in the world happened?”

A tiny mosquito-like voice could be heard on the other side of the phone, causing the abbot to ashen in the face.

*Clack*. The phone was put down. “This isn’t going to be an easy affair to deal with. Bring Yong Long and Yong Hu from the American and German Shaolin Temple back here. Also, call Xing Yi from the Russian branch over. There are far too many things criss-crossing against each other, I must think about what to do next. Other than that, master Xing Shen, don’t stir yourself. Do not panic. And furthermore, do not go searching for vengeance with the head of the Laoshan School of Martial Arts. I remember that Wang Chao killed Zhang Wei in the past. Zhang Wei has some friends–one of them is the Daoist priest Xu. Find him. Master De Jian, you go talk with Xu Zhen. Wang Chao killed his disciple, this should be of interest to him. Other than that, Xu Zhen has some connections with the Japanese world of martial arts. In Shandong, Wang Chao killed Ye Xuan, so surely there’s some hatred for him there. Let us see what happens next before making another judgement. Our Shaolin Temple cannot interfere with politics. So it would be best for us to use the methods of the Jianghu here.”

There were 70 generational positions with the Shaolin Temple:

福慧智子觉，了本圆可悟。

周洪普广宗，道庆同玄祖。

清净真如海，湛寂淳贞素。

德行永延恒，妙本常坚固。

心朗照幽深，性明鉴崇祚。