My Master is the Real Boss – Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Brawl

“Fellow Daoist.”

“Don’t move! Stay away from us, master and disciple!”

Having come out of the side room, eager to show his intimacy, Zen Master Lekong quickly took a few steps, intending to engage Gao Yu’an in conversation, but was stopped in his tracks by a cold snort.

With this sudden roar, the gazes of several monks towards Zen Master Lekong varied, and after a moment, they all turned into schadenfreude.

The monks of the Great Zhou Dynasty were always honest, and in front of the two Taoists, they didn’t hide it much.

“Why is this?”

Feeling a bit embarrassed under the gaze of many, Monk Lekong still maintained his composure. Although he knew the reason, he acted very innocent. As the saying goes, truth and falsehood, reality and illusion. The reason for doing so was actually his senior brother’s idea.

Let that old Taoist see the power of our Baofu Temple. Lekong, have you been beaten by him before? This time, with your senior brother backing you up, don’t be afraid.

“A mere Small Three Thousand Techniques, do you think you can deceive this old Taoist?”

With an expression that said you haven’t improved at all, Gao Yu’an mocked:

“You monks, you just like to use these optical illusions!”

Was that monk who led the way earlier an optical illusion?

Watching the puddle of black water in front of him about to flow to his feet, Xiang Jiannan retreated quietly. His understanding of optical illusions was actually very shallow, and he had heard of the Small Three Thousand Techniques for the first time.

He knew a little about the Three Thousand Worlds, but he didn’t know what the connection was between the two.

Coming up and giving a show of force? That monk who led the way seemed completely real. To use such a method, what level of cultivation would one have to reach?

“You must be laughing at me, Fellow Daoist.”

Having been exposed by Gao Yu’an, Zen Master Lekong still wanted to explain his statement. It was true that the old Taoist had broken his magic, but none of what he said was correct. Small Three Thousand Techniques? He had never heard of it after cultivating for so long. The most outrageous thing was that everyone around him seemed to believe it. When they heard the name Small Three Thousand Techniques, they all showed a look of sudden understanding. As a fellow Buddhist practitioner, this was simply a misfortune.

“What the monk just used was an external technique. I don’t know where you heard about the Small Three Thousand Techniques, Fellow Daoist?”

“You don’t know?”

Hearing Zen Master Lekong ask about the origin of the Small Three Thousand Techniques, Gao Yu’an couldn’t help but frown. Looking at the monks opposite him who were humbly asking for guidance, his expression also became confused. Xiang Jiannan took in all these changes, and after a few moments, he felt that something was wrong.

Based on his understanding of his master, usually when he made this kind of reaction, it meant he was out of words. His eyes were blinking non-stop, which meant he was trying hard to organize his thoughts. That so-called Small Three Thousand Techniques, could it be that you made it up, old man?

“I heard it from a Great Figure. This old Taoist was fortunate enough to have been guided by him.”

Making eye contact with Xiang Jiannan, Gao Yu’an no longer had the arrogance he had before. As if recalling some past events, his mood immediately became low:

“That Great Figure’s surname was Lu. He knew almost everything about both Daoism and Buddhism. When he was drunk, he once said that Buddhism originally came from Daoism. For so many years, this old Taoist has always remembered it.”

Awesome, Master, are you also a transmigrator! Have you read a very famous online novel!

Hearing Gao Yu’an make the origin of the Small Three Thousand Techniques sound so real, Xiang Jiannan couldn’t help but give a thumbs up in his heart.

You made that up, Mr. Lu definitely wouldn’t have thought of that. You really just make things up as you go, your mind works pretty fast.

“A Great Figure, surnamed Lu?”

Having been fooled by Gao Yu’an, they just lowered their heads and thought carefully. Several monks seemed to believe it. Just as Xiang Jiannan was feeling a little sympathetic towards them, the monks suddenly seemed to understand, and they all erupted at once:

“Nonsense, this poor monk has cultivated for decades and has never heard of a master surnamed Lu!”

“Taoist, you’ve used all your usual tricks for deceiving people here!”

“Looking for a beating!”

“There is indeed a Great Figure surnamed Lu.”

Not expecting the monks to see through his lies, Gao Yu’an still tried his best to add when they got angry:

“His given name is Xun, and he is recorded in a book called the Language Textbook.”

Although it was adapted from Xiang Jiannan’s original words, it made Zen Master Lekong and others even more angry. A blatant lie, this old Taoist was treating them like monkeys!

“Take my ritual implement!”

Suddenly stepping out from beside Zen Master Lekong, a fat monk couldn’t hold back anymore. He directly smashed the Buddhist beads in his hand towards Gao Yu’an, and then made a rotating Dharma Seal gesture. There was no magic produced, he just simply wanted to attract the old Taoist’s attention.

As the Buddhist beads that were thrown out were knocked away by a horsetail whisk, his battle with Gao Yu’an officially began.

Should I help or not?

As the fat monk threw out the Buddhist bead bracelet, Xiang Jiannan immediately circulated his Green Qi. He was a little dizzy from the fighting scene that followed. He had been practicing hard these past few days just to deal with this kind of situation, but when it came to a real fight, he found that he still couldn’t help much.

The contest between experts was too b*oody, with each punch landing squarely. It made this little Taoist, who was only at the initial stage of the Dao Fruit First Grade, feel his legs go weak. They had only just made contact, and his master had already taken several punches. Fortunately, his fighting spirit was tenacious, and he managed to stand firm.

Once he fell, he would be unilaterally beaten. In terms of size, the fat monk had an absolute advantage.

“Stop, you must not be reckless in Baofu Temple!”

The scene instantly became chaotic. Just as Gao Yu’an and the fat monk’s one-on-one fight had just begun, Zen Master Lekong stepped forward to stop them loudly. This scene was truly laughable. Cultivators were actually engaging in a brawl. The actions of grabbing hair, gouging eyes, and tripping were so embarrassing that he was ashamed to watch.

They were all cultivators with some status, how could they act like those common people in the market when they fought!

“No one come over, this old Taoist wants to have a good lesson! Hit me!”

Choking the fat monk’s neck, his hand kept slipping. Xiang Jiannan saw that his master’s eyes had turned blood red when he spoke. The fat monk had a lot of flesh on his neck, and after several attempts, his master couldn’t find a good point to apply force. Now that he saw Zen Master Lekong trying to separate them, he was of course very unwilling.

He had taken so many hits and hadn’t gotten any back. No one would agree to this.

“Fellow Daoist, why do you have to do this?”

While shouting, he was punched a few more times by the fat monk. Gao Yu’an’s body was now basically sideways. Zen Master Lekong saw this disadvantageous position, and immediately wanted to reach out and separate the two.

Although the old Taoist’s aura was strong, he couldn’t reverse his disadvantage in size. It was better to separate these two as soon as possible to avoid escalating the situation.

“Monk, you dare to take sides! Come here, old Taoist!”

Originally wanting to pull Gao Yu’an out of kindness, Zen Master Lekong realized he was wrong when he just touched his arm. This old Taoist was now in a state of blind rage, unable to distinguish friend from foe. With a lift of his hand, he actually grabbed his sleeve, and then pulled hard, forcing himself to get involved in the fight.

As soon as he got close, several punches landed, and they were very vicious.

“Fellow Daoist, you are going too far!”

“Today, none of you will escape!”

“You guys, why aren’t you coming to help!”

What should I do?

As the one-on-one fight turned into a multi-person brawl, Xiang Jiannan stood aside, completely at a loss. He really wanted to help his master, but he didn’t know how to help. He wasn’t afraid of a brawl, but he was afraid that he wouldn’t achieve anything after joining. Right now, his master was mixed up with several people. Although he was surrounded on all sides, his aura didn’t falter. From time to time, he would stick out his neck and let out a roar, looking like he was completely enraged.

“Bullying the few with the many, this old Taoist will fight you all!”