To make money, they've even twisted martial arts to this extent. No wonder Great Xia has so many superficial martial artists. Shi Yongxin, you've really outdone yourself!

Zhang Beixing shook his head and sighed.

He knew that in this era of rapid technological development, the decline of martial arts was inevitable. Still, seeing ancient martial arts so distorted—transformed from lethal techniques into mere stage performances—made him, a martial artist of Great Xia, inevitably uncomfortable. He resolved that today, when he faced those Eighteen Arhats, he would unleash his full strength and vent the frustration in his heart!

Just as Zhang Beixing was contemplating how to fight, a hesitant call came from behind him.

"Brother Beixing?"

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing turned to see a spirited young man wearing sunglasses and a sun hat, who had appeared behind him at some unknown point.

Seeing the person, Zhang Beixing frowned slightly and, imperceptibly pulling Chen Rourou back a step, asked, "Who are you?"

"It's me! Pengfei!"

Upon hearing Zhang Beixing's question, the man realized that Zhang Beixing hadn't recognized him. He quickly stated his name and took off his sunglasses.

As the familiar face came into view, Zhang Beixing finally remembered the man's identity.

Isn't this Lin Siqi's younger brother, Lin Pengfei? His little bro. Last month, when he beat up Chris and got out of the station, Lin Pengfei even came to pick him up.

"So it's you! You were so bundled up, I almost didn't recognize you!" Zhang Beixing exclaimed in realization.

Seeing that Zhang Beixing had finally recognized him, a smile also appeared on Lin Pengfei's face. "Yes, Brother, it's me! What a coincidence meeting you here. Are you also here at Shaolin Temple to offer incense?"

Given their acquaintance, coupled with Zhang Beixing's recent actions and his potential status as a future brother-in-law, Lin Pengfei greeted him with great enthusiasm.

In response, Zhang Beixing didn't put on airs. After all, in a way, he and Lin Pengfei were family. So, he said bluntly, "No, I'm not here to offer incense. I'm here to challenge them!"

"Challenge them??"

Hearing Zhang Beixing's words, Lin Pengfei was stunned and a bit bewildered.

Brother Zhang, you really don't see me as an outsider, huh? Starting with such a bombshell right off the bat? Good heavens, he's really going for it!

"Brother, do these people at Shaolin Temple have a grudge against you too?"

Lin Pengfei recalled reading online a few days ago about the gossip involving Zhang Beixing's master and Ma Yuankai. It seemed Zhang Beixing had recently beaten up Ma Yuankai over something related to his master. Could that be the reason this time too?

"A grudge? Not really. I just don't like the look of them. Want to come and watch?" Zhang Beixing extended the invitation.

Hearing this, Lin Pengfei pondered for no more than three seconds before decisively accepting.

After all, such explosive events weren't something one could witness every day. At the same time, an idea he had suppressed in his heart for a long time surfaced.

Looking at Zhang Beixing, Lin Pengfei asked, "So, um, Brother, are you looking for disciples?"

"Disciples?" Zhang Beixing let out a soft sound. Counting the delivery guy from before, this was the second person to ask if he was accepting disciples. "You're not thinking of asking me to be your master, are you?" he inquired.

"Uh-huh! To be honest, Brother Zhang, I've admired you for a long time and have wanted you as my master. I just never found the right opportunity to ask. Could you give me a chance?"

"That... is not impossible," Zhang Beixing mused briefly, then nodded in agreement.

If it were an outsider, he might have considered it, observing them for a month or two before giving an answer. But this Lin Pengfei, judging from the previous human trafficking incident, clearly wasn't a bad person at heart. He was someone worth taking as a disciple.

Upon receiving Zhang Beixing's affirmative answer, Lin Pengfei was overjoyed.

He was about to perform the ritual of acknowledging a master right then and there. If Zhang Beixing hadn't been quick enough to grab him, Lin Pengfei would probably have turned them both into a public spectacle on the spot.

"Alright, alright, we can discuss the discipleship later. Our primary goal now is still the challenge. Let's go, no delays. If we wait until five in the afternoon, they'll close up and go clubbing. Then we'd have to search the nightclubs one by one."

Saying so, Zhang Beixing pulled Lin Pengfei up and took the lead, walking at the very front.

Chen Rourou followed behind Zhang Beixing. Lin Pengfei, as someone who had just joined them, naturally walked at the very end of the group.

On the way to the Shaolin Temple, Zhang Beixing introduced Lin Pengfei and Chen Rourou to each other, allowing his new junior male disciple and his senior female disciple to get acquainted. Their conversation flowed, and it wasn't long before they entered the temple grounds.

The temple was even livelier inside than out, filled with visitors coming to offer incense.

Shi Yongxin stood at the temple entrance, his portly figure stretching his monk's robes. He held prayer beads, affecting the dignified demeanor of an enlightened high monk.

However, few of the passing visitors paid him any attention.

After all, Shi Yongxin's character was well known to everyone.

His money-grabbing tactics had transformed Shaolin Temple from a sacred Buddhist sanctuary into a chain enterprise.

It was bad enough that it was about to go public; incredibly, there were even plans to venture into real estate.

What next? Living in Buddhist villas and worshiping a cyber Buddha?

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