Stop flattering me, system! I'm about to become a saint!

Chapter 33 Buddhist Martial Arts

"Alright."

Pang Jianxiong raised his hand and patted Yang Song's shoulder heavily: "Don't think too much. With your talent, Old Li would definitely be eager to take you on as his apprentice."

If he refuses, it just means he's blind.

Yang Song smiled awkwardly: "Sir, you flatter me."

Pang Jianxiong shook his head: "You excel in everything, except for being too modest."

While maturity and composure are commendable, one should not lose the youthful vigor that should be present.

Yang Song nodded solemnly; he had remembered.

"Oh, right."

Pang Jianxiong took out five silver notes from his pocket: "These were sent by Liu Zhen last night. You can keep them."

"Then... I'll keep it?"

Pang Jianxiong chuckled and said, "It's your money anyway, who else would take it if you didn't? Why be so polite?"

Yang Song smiled and accepted the silver note.

"Alright, it's getting late, you should go back and rest."

"Come find me at the martial arts academy first thing tomorrow morning, and I'll go with you to the mortuary to formally become your disciple."

"Yes."

Yang Song bowed respectfully, then turned and walked out of the backyard.

He took the package containing gold and silver jewelry from his horse, waved to the crowd in the front yard, and left the martial arts academy.

After he left, Pang Jianxiong came out from the backyard.

He remembered something: Peng Dahai was dead, but the Water Snake Gang was still around.

"Sun Tao, take all the children to the dock."

"The Water Snake Gang has controlled the docks for so long, it's time to teach them a lesson."

"Yes."

Sun Tao's gaze swept over the group of teenagers, all of whom were eager to try. They had practiced their skills for so long and were itching to put their skills to use.

……

What qualifications does Li Liming have to accept you as his apprentice?

How could a mediocre person who struggles on the path of martial arts be your guide?

He should kneel before you and obediently offer up his martial arts techniques with both hands!

Apprentice?

[Smash his grandma's legs!]

[Reward: Six days of cultivation points]

As Yang Song walked home, he heard the system's annoyed voice.

He shook his head with a wry smile and quickened his pace.

Along the way, people greeted him frequently, their eyes filled with even greater reverence.

Yang Song remained as approachable as ever, nodding to each of those who greeted him.

He returned home amidst the gazes of countless people, then went to the old well a dozen or so feet away to fetch water and start a fire to cook.

After finishing everything, it was completely dark.

Just as Yang Song finished washing up and was about to lie down on the bed, the courtyard gate suddenly rang.

Yang Song frowned. Who could be here so late at night?

"Could it be Lu Dashan again?"

Yang Song got out of bed and lit the oil lamp on the table.

He then walked out of the main room, quickly went to the door, and opened it.

Standing outside the door was a hunched old man holding an iron rod. Although it was only early autumn, he was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat.

This old man was none other than Li Liming, who was guarding the mortuary!

"Senior Li, what brings you here?"

"Um?"

Li Liming was initially surprised by Yang Song's address, but then he understood.

"Did Pang Da tell you about me?"

Yang Song nodded.

"He wants you to become my disciple?"

Yang Song hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Li Liming smiled and didn't continue the topic. Instead, he said, "I heard you did something big today."

Yang Song quickly waved his hand: "It's nothing serious, just killing two troublemakers."

"For the sake of two unrelated people, they risked their lives to storm Black Wind Stronghold."

When I heard about this, I was filled with admiration.

The other night I said you were a bit like me when I was young, but now I see I'm nowhere near as good as you. I wouldn't risk my life for someone else.

Yang Song scratched his head and pretended to be simple and honest, saying, "I didn't think that much at the time. I just wanted to avenge Fang Zheng and his sister."

I feel so sorry for them. They finally got to live a good life, only to have it ruined by Peng Dahai.

Hearing these words, Li Liming's eyes revealed a deep sense of appreciation.

He said, "Are you just going to leave me standing outside like this? Aren't you going to invite me in for a chat?"

"I'm an old man, I can't stand the cold anymore."

"Look at me."

Yang Song slapped his forehead and stepped aside, saying, "Senior Li, please come in and have a seat."

Li Liming waved his hand and said, "Why don't you come inside? I'll leave after I teach you a few sets of kung fu."

Yang Song was stunned. It was so easy to learn Li Liming's kung fu.

Li Liming glanced back at Yang Song and said gently, "No matter how much money you offer, it's not possible for anyone to learn my kung fu."

"Given your loyalty and sense of justice, I should teach you these skills."

Upon hearing this, Yang Song immediately bowed down.

But just as he bent down, he was supported by a surge of true energy.

Li Liming said seriously, "There's no need for that. You are exceptionally talented, and I am not capable of being your master. I only hope that you can carry forward the Kung Fu of Jingang Temple."

Yang Song's eyes showed a questioning look: "Jingang Temple?"

Li Liming's smile faded, and he let out a long sigh before recounting the past.

Decades ago, in Fengxia Mountain, which was under the jurisdiction of the Divine Blade Sect, the Vajra Temple was a renowned Buddhist holy site.

The monks in the temple all possess extraordinary skills and take it upon themselves to subdue demons and protect the local area.

Every day, the morning bell and evening drum, along with the lingering chants of Buddhist hymns, attract countless devout men and women to come and worship, with pilgrims flocking to the site.

Unfortunately……

The Vajra Temple, adhering to the ideal of reforming evil and returning to the right path, sheltered a group of vicious criminals, which ultimately led to the extermination of their entire family.

"Those villains sought refuge in the Vajra Temple, and Abbot Huimin welcomed them all. As long as they were willing to lay down their butcher knives, they were all taken into the temple."

But how could the enemies of these villains, having witnessed the tragic deaths of their loved ones, let it go?

In their eyes, Vajra Temple is not compassionate, but rather deliberately condones evil.

The villains deserve to die, and the Vajra Temple deserves to die even more!

At this point, Li Liming's face was filled with sadness.

That night, hundreds of martial arts figures stormed into the Vajra Temple, hacking and killing anyone they saw.

Abbess Huimin, not wanting the temple's martial arts techniques to fall into the hands of these people, set fire to the Sutra Repository.

When I woke up the next day, the Vajra Temple had been reduced to ruins, and its eighteen secret techniques and forty-six unique skills had been lost forever.

After saying this, Li Liming was already in tears.

Decades have passed since that night's battle, yet it still haunts my dreams every night.

His fellow disciples, elders, and the image of Abbot Huimin lingered in his mind.

Yang Song stood quietly to the side, unsure how to comfort him.

After a while, Li Liming calmed down.

"I practiced two unique skills at the Vajra Temple: the Vajra Subduing Demon Staff and the Iron Head Kung Fu."

As Li Liming spoke, he took out a brand-new manual from his bosom, with the words "Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming Skill" written on the cover.

"I started writing this technique the night before last. Actually, not long after you arrived in Anping County, I had the idea of ​​taking you as my disciple."