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This Monk Wukong is an Inner Temple disciple of the Shaolin Temple, yet he can swagger down the mountain, naturally, he must be a talented expert who has passed through Wooden Men Lane.

If the requirement for Secular Disciples from the Inner Temple of the Shaolin Temple to leave the mountain is slightly lower, then for an Inner Temple disciple like Monk Wukong, the requirement is really incredibly terrifying.

That Wooden Men Lane is truly not a challenge that just anyone dares to undertake, even Song Qingshan, who is now at the Master Level Late Stage of strength, pondering a venture through Wooden Men Lane, would find the chances of passing through it to be extremely slim.

"Patron Qin, my respects..."

At this time, Monk Wukong spoke a few words with Song Qingshan, then actually walked straight over to Qin Fang, very politely recited a Buddhist invocation, and also greeted Qin Fang.

"Does Master recognize me?"

Qin Fang's gaze also tightened slightly, and his vigilance grew even stronger in his heart.

Now it seems this monk didn't come for Song Qingshan at all, but entirely to find him, Qin Fang. His appearance here was just a convenient coincidence.

"First time meeting..."

Monk Wukong didn't show any displeasure at Qin Fang's obvious wariness but still had a calm smile on his face as he spoke.

As the saying goes, you cannot slap a smiling face. With Monk Wukong speaking in such a manner, Qin Fang couldn't just start a fight, especially since the opponent's strength was clearly much greater than his, Qin Fang's.

"However, Patron Qin may have already guessed, I have indeed come for you..."

But quickly, Monk Wukong got straight to the point.

Qin Fang's eyes grew sharp, and even Song Qingshan, standing beside him, despite looking quite astonished, immediately moved closer, showing a considerable amount of vigilance towards Monk Wukong. It looked like he would join forces with Qin Fang to deal with this monk from the Shaolin Temple at the slightest sign of aggression towards Qin Fang.

"Heh, Patron Qin, please do not misunderstand, I have no hostility. In fact, quite the opposite, I am here to assist you..."

Monk Wukong still had the same demeanor, his expression unchanging, smiling as he spoke.

"Assist me?"

Qin Fang couldn't help but sneer.

Monk Wukong's reasoning was too flimsy; since the monk had come to him, it was obvious that he knew the Buddha Bone Relic had fallen into Qin Fang's hands.

To the Shaolin Temple, the Buddha Bone Relic was also an invaluable treasure. How could they possibly not covet it while Qin Fang was holding such a treasure?

It should be known that not long ago, there was even a Secular Disciple from the Shaolin Temple who tried to use a scheme to swindle this Buddha Bone Relic...

How could Qin Fang believe the words of the Monk Wukong before him!

"Poor Monk also knows that Patron Qin will not believe what I say, but the truth will eventually come to light. Since the Buddha Bone Relic has been obtained by Patron Qin, then it naturally has a connection with you. My main purpose for this visit is to remind you to be very careful. Some people with ill intentions might take action against Patron Qin..."

Monk Wukong seemed to understand Qin Fang's actions and did not make things difficult, but truly earnestly pointed out—though his words were not very believable, his tone was very sincere.

"Then thank you very much for the Master's reminder!"

As for Monk Wukong's such "kind" reminder, no matter how Qin Fang heard it, it sounded like a veiled threat, and as for those "people with ill intentions," the first one Qin Fang thought of was the seemingly "loyal and good-natured" Monk Wukong before him.

But since the other party hadn't shown open malice, Qin Fang could not lose decorum either, naturally giving a fist salute with ambivalent reverence.

"I hope Patron Qin truly understands..."

Monk Wukong didn't seem to expect his words could make Qin Fang believe just like that, only wearing the same calm smile on his face, lightly speaking those words, he bowed his head and pondered for a moment, deciding to reveal a bit more of the inside story to Qin Fang.

"This person who is unfavorable to Patron Qin is considered one of my senior brothers. He is a Secular Disciple of my Shaolin, and if Patron Qin encounters him in the future, please be extra careful..."

Monk Wukong was indeed quite generous, or perhaps knew many of the inside stories. At this moment, he disclosed a little bit of the details.

"Secular Disciple?"

If Qin Fang had been truly convinced by Monk Wukong's earlier words, this phrase caught his attention slightly.

If he remembered correctly, it was that Secular Disciple behind the scenes who swindled the Buddha Bone Relic in Yangcheng... What Monk Wukong said seemed to be quite close to the truth.

But why would Monk Wukong, out of nowhere, tell him this and warn him about his fellow Secular Disciple? It was quite illogical.

"Hmph! Your words are not necessarily trustworthy!"

The truth was difficult to discern. That Secular Disciple from the Shaolin wasn't trustworthy, and clearly, neither was Monk Wukong. Even if Monk Wukong showed a bit of sincerity, who's to say it wasn't all some sort of trick or conspiracy?

"The poor monk has already informed you of what needed to be said. I have other matters to attend to and must take my leave now, but there will surely be a day when we meet again..."

After saying this, Monk Wukong immediately bowed his fists towards Qin Fang and Song Qingshan, then with a light tap of his toes, he soared up like a nimble swallow, leaping five or six meters forward in mid-air to land steadily on top of a tree, then with another light touch, his body twisted once more, and he leaped forward to another treetop...

After several such motions, Monk Wukong's figure gradually grew distant, as though his feet never touched the ground, moving through the treetops like flying...

The Reed Crossing River Technique!

Watching the graceful figure of Monk Wukong, vanishing into a faint gray shadow among the mountain and trees with a few bounds, Qin Fang and Tang Feifei were dumbfounded, and even Song Qingshan was filled with envy, jealousy, and hate.

That was clearly the Shaolin Temple's secret Reed Crossing River Technique, rumored to have been created by Bodhidharma himself, who had once used this technique to cross a river, an absolutely formidable movement skill.

Movement skills are always a rare secret in the Martial World; the majority of sects have no such inheritance. Even the Flying Eagle Sect, known for its 'flying eagles,' only had earthbound ones – not a single one that could truly fly...

It was likely that not even ancient sects like the Heavenly Pool Sect possessed such movement skills; at least Shangguan Tianling, despite his unique status in the sect, never cultivated any movement skills, which was the best proof.

Only a super sect with millennium lineage like the Shaolin Temple could have such a tradition. After all, the Seventy-two Ultimate Skills of the Shaolin are all very famous, with the Reed Crossing River Technique being one of the most renowned among them.

"Alas, Shaolin truly is an ancient great sect... Such a foundation..."

After a long while, when Monk Wukong's figure had long vanished without a trace, Qin Fang and Song Qingshan and the others finally came back to their senses. Song Qingshan, who had now entered the ranks of the Master Level, was devoid of his previous excitement and joy, instead displaying a touch of helplessness and resentment, along with such a sigh of frustration...

Although Flying Eagle Sect kept developing, even treating him as a vital pawn in the sect's rise, Song Qingshan used to take pride in himself, especially after sweeping through many young masters in the Northern and Southern Martial Arts Worlds, he had even felt a hint of arrogance.

But now, after seeing Monk Wukong, setting aside their age difference, just in terms of pure strength, Song Qingshan reckoned he would be no match for Monk Wukong, who commanded the Reed Crossing River Technique...

Song Qingshan's greatest skill was his tough, enduring body, and his main attack method was the Great Strength Eagle Claw Technique. But against the Reed Crossing River Technique, he figured he wouldn't even have a chance to touch a corner of the opponent's garment... What use would that be?

"The Reed Crossing River Technique..."

Qin Fang also had his own deep thoughts, muttering to himself.

He had just conducted reconnaissance on Monk Wukong's skills, and the Reed Crossing River Technique had been cultivated to Level 5 by him, nearly entering the threshold of the Master Level. This lightness skill would certainly give many experts a headache, as peers would find it nearly impossible to defeat him.

Previously, Qin Fang was quite wary of Monk Wukong, but now he felt that perhaps he had been overly cautious.

If Monk Wukong meant him harm, he could have attacked right away – Song Qingshan, despite his strength, wouldn't have been able to touch Monk Wukong.

Not to mention, if Monk Wukong was the type to employ deceit, he could have just kidnapped Tang Feifei from the start, and Qin Fang probably wouldn't have had the chance to react.

But he didn't do that. Instead, he repeatedly warned Qin Fang about his own fellow disciple – the reason, of course, being the Buddha Bone Relic.

"I hope you're truly not an enemy..."

Facing such a strong and formidable expert, Qin Fang did not wish to become enemies; if they could become friends, that would be truly great.

"But if you do choose to be my enemy, then I shall show no courtesy... Perhaps I may even obtain the Skill Book for the Reed Crossing River Technique!"

Of course, if it came to that, Qin Fang had no choice, but he wouldn't be easily defeated. He had just obtained more than ten Six-phases Circuit Bombs from Cao Chun, and although Monk Wukong was formidable with an astonishing movement technique, he probably couldn't withstand a bomb's explosion...

If Monk Wukong were to be killed by those blasts, the Skill Book for his Reed Crossing River Technique might very well drop, given his level.

With the Skill Book in hand, Qin Fang would not hesitate to learn it, as if delivering the movement technique he had long dreamed of directly to him... (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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