Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Master Wuxin, the head monk of Shaolin Damo Academy, personally asked Qiao Rui where he got the secret book from.

Seeing that there were crowds of people all around, most of the Shaolin monks and lay disciples were here, Qiao Rui couldn't help but hesitate.

The master has lived in the back mountain for decades, and even some second-generation monks are unaware of his existence. It can be seen that he is not simply living in seclusion. Perhaps he has some unavoidable reasons. I must not expose the master.

After taking a glance at the third-generation disciples who were watching him eagerly, Qiao Rui looked at the second-generation monks, stammering and unable to explain clearly.

Suddenly, he saw Master Wuwang, the head monk of Prajna Hall, shook his head imperceptibly. Qiao Rui understood that Master Wuwang did not want to expose his master's existence in public at this moment, and he was determined that there was something fishy about the old monk's seclusion.

"Qiao Rui, Senior Brother Wuxin asked you a question, why don't you answer? What are you hiding? Why don't you tell the truth?" Master Wu Se, the head of the Discipline Institute, was hot-tempered and hated evil. Seeing that Qiao Rui didn't answer for a long time, he couldn't help but scold him. His voice was as violent as thunder, and it was extremely majestic and awe-inspiring.

"I..." Qiao Rui looked embarrassed, speechless.

Everyone's eyes were on Qiao Rui, waiting for his answer.

Qiao Rui felt sweat on his forehead and felt suffocated.

The pressure is coming.

"Amitabha!"

Just at this moment, a loud Buddhist chant sounded, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"I was the one who gave him the secret book and told him not to spread it around." Shaolin abbot Master Wuxiang said slowly, his tone low but powerful.

The abbot gave it to me? Why can't I just say it? The disciples were puzzled.

Even some of the second generation monks were puzzled. Is the martial arts attainment of the senior brother so high? He could actually make some changes to the Yi Jin Jing. It was incredible.

Since the Yi Jin Jing has been simplified and the entry threshold has been lowered, why not find a reliable monk disciple in the entire temple to practice it, but instead hand it over to a new lay disciple?

Facing the puzzled looks of his fellow apprentices, Wuxiang smiled bitterly and sighed, "The secret book is not mine. It was created by Uncle Dingyi back then. He asked me to give it to someone who is destined to have it."

Master Dingyi? The masters stared with wide eyes. It turned out that Master Dingyi had reached this state before his Nirvana. What a pity, what a pity...

Wuwang instantly understood the intention of the abbot. The secret book must have been intended for the uncle to give to Qiao Rui. The abbot took the blame and concealed the news that the uncle was still alive. He also excused Qiao Rui, so he helped to say, "Is Qiao Rui the destined person?"

“That’s right!” Abbot Wuxiang nodded slightly and said in a shocking tone, “I accepted Qiao Rui as his disciple on behalf of Junior Uncle Dingyi. Now Qiao Rui is a second-generation Shaolin disciple, our junior brother!”

Accepting disciples on behalf of uncle master?

Junior brother?

All the old monks looked at the abbot in shock. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, they turned to look at Qiao Rui. What virtue and ability did this boy have to become the destined person for Junior Master Uncle?

Even the usually calm and composed second-generation monks reacted in this way. The young third-generation disciples around them were shocked beyond measure and were even questioning their lives. Yan Kuan was even more shocked and bewildered, with a hint of resentment in his astonishment, "I treat you as a brother, but you treat me as your nephew?"

Seeing that everyone in the room was still in disbelief, Wu Wang smiled and said to Qiao Rui, "Why don't you come over and greet all the brothers?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Rui hurried to the front of Abbot Wuxiang. He understood that the abbot was doing this to help him hide the existence of his master. He looked at the old monk gratefully, then bowed deeply, "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Abbot!"

"No need to be so polite, little junior brother!" Wuxiang held his hands up and smiled kindly. He was completely different from the solemn and majestic look he had when he asked Qiao Rui to go down the mountain to recruit Zhuo Yifei that day. Even his sonorous and loud voice had become a little softer.

Qiao Rui turned around and bowed respectfully to the second generation monks present, "Qiao Rui greets all the senior brothers!"

"Amitabha, you are welcome, little brother!"

"No gifts, no gifts!"

The heads of various academies and halls nodded in greeting. No matter whether they were satisfied with Qiao Rui or not, it was a fact and they had to accept it.

The third generation disciples gradually came to their senses. The nearly fifty-year-old monk Bu Gu was the first to come over and salute, "Bu Gu from Dharma Academy, greetings to Junior Master Uncle!"

The other disciples also greeted him one after another, and finally all the three generations of disciples bowed and saluted in unison, "Greetings to Junior Master Uncle!"

The scene was magnificent, and it made Qiao Rui feel somewhat at a loss, yet also somewhat complacent. From a helpless loner to a senior leader of the largest sect in the martial arts world, it was a complete ascension to great heights in one step.

All the three generations of disciples saluted Qiao Rui with either respect, envy, joy or indifference, except for one person.

Ma Wencai stood there blankly, his eyes filled with shock, suspicion, disbelief, anger and hatred. He seemed so abrupt among the disciples who were bowing and saluting.

“Wencai, why don’t you bow to your junior uncle?” A scolding came from the head of the Discipline Institute, Wu Se.

Ma Wencai turned his head silently and looked at his master without saying a word, but his heart was burning with anger. When the abbot revealed Qiao Rui's identity, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Qiao Rui went from being a new disciple in the third courtyard who was at his mercy, to a top figure in the fourth courtyard Prajna Hall who could compete head-on with him, and now to an elder senior who he can no longer compare to. He is not as strong as him, and now his status is far inferior to his. When will he be able to wash away the humiliation he brought to him?

Thinking of this, Ma Wen couldn't help but feel sad, and in despair, he became more and more angry. His face turned ferocious and he roared, "Why?"

Master Wu Se did not expect his disciple to contradict him like this. He could not help but get furious. "How dare you!"

Ma Wencai was also determined to take risks. He laughed and pointed at Qiao Rui, gritting his teeth and saying, "He bullied his fellow disciples, beat up law enforcement monks, stole secret manuals to vent his anger and then destroyed them. How can such a villain be qualified for me to pay homage to him?"

“Heh…” Seeing that Ma Wencai was still slandering Qiao Rui at this time, Yan Kuan, who had a good temper, couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “Brother Ma, I don’t know why you have been targeting Uncle Qiao…but when it comes to stealing and destroying the secret manual, you should clear yourself of suspicion first.”

"What suspicion can I have?" Ma Wencai snorted coldly, "I handed in my task to Uncle Wuchen at 3:30 pm, and returned to the dining hall of the fourth courtyard at 2:30 pm. In just two quarters of an hour, I went from the reception hall of the third courtyard to the dining hall of the fourth courtyard, and on the way I went to the Arhat Hall to visit my unknown junior brother. Do you think I still have time to go to Junior Brother Fan Bin's meditation room to steal the secret book of the demon-subduing sword technique?"

The little monk in Luohan Hall had always been good friends with Ma Wencai. He had injured his heart meridians during his training these days and was recuperating, so it was understandable for Ma Wencai to say so.

"How long have you been there?" The speaker was an old monk. He was wearing a dull and old bright yellow monk's robe with spots on the left and stains on the right, looking a little sloppy. He was Master Wuqiu, the head monk of the Medicine King Hall.

Ma Wencai didn't expect that Uncle Wuqiu would ask him this question. He didn't react for a moment and paused before saying, "About a quarter."

"You're lying!" Wu Qiu sniffed and said dissatisfiedly.