Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 636 - 646: Visiting Shaolin (14th Update!)

What goes around comes around; the time just has not arrived!

Yang Fei died; he passed away that very night in his room, and the following day, the forensic analysis concluded that he had died of a massive fright, with his heart stopping abruptly.

The Bureau of Superpowers also presented all the video recordings from that night, confirming that no one had entered Yang Fei's room.

The guy who had helped Yang Fei open the floodgates was arrested for dereliction of duty leading to death, and plenty of other misdeeds, such as embezzlement, were uncovered in the process.

This individual was sentenced to life imprisonment, all their assets were confiscated, and they met a tragic end dying miserably in prison.

As for Director Huang, he was sentenced to two years of fixed-term imprisonment for the crime of harboring wrongdoing. However, because he had provided a meritorious report, he was given a favorable policy to serve his sentence outside prison.

Bianjing, as well, underwent earth-shaking changes in the time that followed. The Yang Family fell into decay, eagerly watched by countless lone wolves ready to devour them whole.

Of course, these developments went unnoticed by Ye Ling and his companions; they wouldn't pay attention to them.

On the third day, they rushed to visit the home of Wang Xi's mother to see the lonely child. The child was pitiable, orphaned of his parents, lifeless in expression as if to say how much he missed his mom and dad.

Wang Xi's restless spirit followed them, taking one last look at her child, crying so uncontrollably that she almost revealed her true form, luckily Ye Ling intervened in time.

In the end, Wang Xi went on to reincarnate. After all, her death had become a fixed outcome, and no matter what, she could no longer stay in this world.

On the highway of Bianjing, Ye Ling and the others expressed their dismay, "I really don't understand what goes through people's minds in this world."

"Why are there men like Wang Xi's husband who would betray their own wives for money? She was his wife, after all!"

"Wasn't he satisfied with his previous luxurious life? Even if one struggles, it should be through their own strength, not through wealth obtained by selling your wife!"

"And then there's Yang Fei, he was nothing but a beast. Not to mention slaughtering Wang Xi and her husband, the very act of violating Wang Xi's body post-mortem is enough to justify execution a hundred times over."

"The same rice breeds a hundred different kinds of people; the forest is large and has all sorts of birds. So, you see, we don't need to concern ourselves too much; just doing right by ourselves is enough."

"As for Wang Xi's child and family, I will provide them with assistance every year in the name of Huamei Group, in the hope that this unfortunate child can stand tall and proud someday."

"Only through trials and tribulations can one stand tall and proud in this world."

The group left and moved on from Bianjing, and after seeing Wang Xi's child on the third day, they visited the Great Xiangguo Temple. After enjoying a visit to the Clear Brightness Festival along the river, they left.

Their next destination? Shaolin Temple, the world-famous Buddhist monastery made even more popular by a movie of the same name that swept through Huaxia, a place filled with controversy.

The thirteen monks rescuing the Tang Emperor, all martial arts originate from Shaolin, the sweeping monk, the great rejuvenating pill, the muscle-tendon changing classic – one legend after another is associated with Shaolin Temple.

Two hours later, they arrived at their destination; it was already night. Exhausted from days of travel, they found a comfortable hotel at the foot of the mountain and slept soundly until morning.

Dong, dong, dong…

The bell sounds rang out slowly, echoing among the mountains, and those who heard them seemed to quiet down substantially, as if the bells carried a certain magic that could cleanse the soul.

Ye Ling, who was asleep at the inn, suddenly sat up with a start, and beside him, Mo Siqing rubbed her eyes and sat up, muttering, "What are you doing? I was sleeping."

Seeing Mo Siqing with half of her body exposed in her sleepwear, Ye Ling immediately chuckled and pounced on her, the smooth feeling of her skin bringing him a cool refreshment for the morning.

"Hey hey, what are you doing? Get off, you beast, this is a Buddhist Holy Land, what are you doing, ah...you...you pervert, be gentle."

Suddenly, the room was filled with an air of spring, a distinctive atmosphere pervaded the entire room, and Mo Siqing's proud figure clung tightly to Ye Ling.

That touch of skin, pale as jade, filled the room with a decadent air that was intoxicating.

Half an hour later, several people left the inn and were stupefied by the crowded throngs of people at the foot of the mountain; they all thought, what does this mean, why are there so many people?

"Old gentleman, why are there so many people today? Could it be something special is happening?"

Ye Ling approached an old man selling incense and asked; the old man with white hair and beard smiled slightly, "Today? There's a Dharma assembly. Quite a few abbots from big temples have come, and Master Shi, together with the monks, are holding the Dharma assembly. That's why there are so many devotees here. Let me tell you, there are even foreigners."

A Dharma assembly?

No wonder that was the case, Ye Ling nodded. The nature of a Dharma assembly was quite unique, a solemn and dignified ceremony specific to the religion.

As devotees, it wasn't surprising to arrive early and wait here. Since they had come, they couldn't back out just because it was crowded. They would queue up to buy tickets and head up the mountain.

The four of them followed the large crowd, standing in line for half an hour before they got their tickets. Following the devotees, they climbed up the mountain step by step.

Shaolin Temple, named for its location on Shaoshi Mountain of Mount Song, has an altitude of over fourteen hundred meters. Not an overly tall peak, but definitely not low either.

The road was rugged, with beautiful scenery on the mountainside and strange rocks standing tall; devotees all over the mountain were heading towards the Buddhist shrine at the peak with sincere hearts.

"Shaolin Temple is the ancestral court of Chan Buddhism in Han Chinese Buddhism, holding an unignorable position within Buddhism. However, during the Republican period, a great fire destroyed most of Shaolin Temple, including nearly six thousand volumes of precious scriptures."

"During the Republican period, the monks of Shaolin Temple were forced to secularize, and it wasn't until later that the temple was rebuilt by devotees and monks."

"However, the historical relics that were originally left are now very few. The only real ones are the Stone Forest and so on at the back of the mountain."

On the way up, Ye Ling and the others could clearly hear the stories told by small team guides to the tourists in their groups, including many interesting anecdotes and legendary tales of Shaolin Temple.

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Here, especially among men, curiosity was stronger, because no matter the man or the era, every man has a dream of chivalry and heroism in his heart, a dream of being a great hero.

And this place, to a certain extent, satisfied that yearning in their hearts, for after all, the martial arts of this place were reputed as divinely powerful.

Of course, Ye Ling knew that Shaolin Kung Fu was indeed formidable, but it was rarely seen here, because the real high monks, that is, the Martial Monks, lived in the back mountains. That was the true ancient sanctuary of the temple, a Holy Land for meditation, worship, and martial arts that has been passed down since ancient times.