37: Chapter 37: Shaolin Martial Monks 37: Chapter 37: Shaolin Martial Monks Both knew that from this moment on, their relationship would no longer be limited to classmates and ordinary friends.
An incongruous voice rose beside their ears, shattering the ambiguity between Fang Bai and Su Linglong.
They turned their heads to look and saw two monks in yellow robes striding towards them.
Both monks were in their thirties or forties, one tall and thin, the other short and stout, both with prominent Taiyang Acupoints, their eyes flashing fiercely as they opened and closed them.
As they walked, the tall and thin monk moved lightly like a cat, while the short and stout monk was steady as a mountain.
Fang Bai could tell at a glance that both monks were martial artists, and that the tall and thin monk surely had excellent movement technique, while the short and stout monk definitely had a solid foundation in physical strength.
The “Amitabha” just now had come from the short and stout monk.
To Su Linglong, it seemed nothing out of the ordinary, but it made Fang Bai’s heart tremble, his eardrums buzzing as if thunder had exploded beside his ears.
Fang Bai looked at the short and stout monk with some surprise, knowing he had used a kind of sonic cultivation technique, similar to his own “Lion’s Roar Sonic Wave,” though it seemed less powerful.
After his rebirth, Fang Bai had spent considerable time seriously understanding the martial arts of this world, knowing that Huaxia’s martial arts were divided into Buddhism, Taoist Sect, and Confucian Sect, with numerous other martial arts sects existing abroad.
Based on the short and stout monk’s attack method, Fang Bai judged that he was using the Buddhist “Buddhist Lion Roar.”
This cultivation technique condensed the sound to a point, causing severe vibrations through the air to assault the auditory nerves of the opponent.
If Fang Bai had been an ordinary person, he would have already been dizzy and collapsed on the ground from that “Buddhist Lion Roar” attack.
Luckily, Fang Bai was a martial artist himself, and was also an expert in sonic cultivation techniques, possessing an immunity far beyond normal people, which is why he wasn’t embarrassed on the spot.
However, the monk’s attack carried clear hostility, and with a raised eyebrow, Fang Bai immediately moved Su Linglong behind him to protect her from any unforeseen events.
Su Linglong’s two bodyguards also noticed something was amiss and rushed forward, standing in front of Fang Bai and Su Linglong, blocking the path of the two monks.
The two monks stopped close by, their gaze passing over the Su Family bodyguards to land on Fang Bai.
Their eyes were sharp as lightning, their aura intimidating, and standing there, they seemed like two small mountains, causing an intangible pressure that made it difficult to breathe and filled one’s chest with heaviness.
Under this invisible pressure, the faces of the Su Family bodyguards subtly changed, knowing they had encountered masters.
Their right hands immediately reached inside their black suits for their guns.
If they detected any abnormal movement from the monks towards Su Linglong, they would not hesitate to draw their guns and shoot.
As for whether they would kill the two monks, that matter was not within their scope of consideration at all.
Their duty was merely to protect Su Linglong’s personal safety.
“May I ask if this is Benefactor Fang, Fang Bai?”
The two monks made no suspicious moves, and the tall and thin one placed his hands together in a salute to Fang Bai, asking in a deep voice.
“What is your relationship with Mao Qiangwu?”
Instead of answering, Fang Bai countered with a question.
As soon as these two monks appeared, Fang Bai, who had been reminded by Master Hong before, guessed that they were probably Shaolin experts invited by Mao Qiangdong.
In Fang Bai’s mind, Shaolin monks should be devoted to their practice and uninvolved in worldly affairs, and he found it unexpected that they would come out to confront him over a lay disciple.
“Mao Qiangwu is a secular disciple accepted by this humble monk.” The tall and thin monk’s face remained neutral, neither joyful nor sorrowful, as he put his hands together again and asked, “Are you Fang Bai, Benefactor?”
“I am,” Fang Bai answered with a chuckle.
“A disciple has been beaten, so are you here as his master to take revenge for him?”
The tall and thin monk spoke indifferently, “We dare not impose, I merely wish to seek some guidance from Benefactor Fang.”
Su Linglong, her hands being held by Fang Bai, was enveloped in happiness and sweetness, her displeasure evident as the two bald monks interrupted them.
Though she was usually good-natured, the knowledge that these two bald monks had come to trouble Fang Bai instantly filled her with hostility.
“Fang Bai, accompany me to buy clothes!”
Su Linglong pointed to a clothing store ahead and, gathering her courage, took Fang Bai’s arm.
She then turned to their two bodyguards and said, “Brother Zhao, Brother Li, these two…
these two monks are so annoying, don’t let them follow me and Fang Bai any longer!”
“Linglong, you should go home first,” Fang Bai said with a smile, patting Su Linglong’s little hand.
“I will accompany you shopping another time if the opportunity arises.”
Fang Bai’s nature was not to shrink back or evade but to face difficulties head-on with a readiness to shoulder responsibilities.
The two Shaolin monks who had traveled a great distance to seek him out surely would not retreat easily.
Rather than dragging it out or hiding, it was better to decisively resolve the issue once and for all.
but I’m worried about you!”
Although Su Linglong didn’t understand martial arts, born to a reputable family, she had encountered many formidable people.
She could feel an aura from the two monks stronger than that of her own bodyguards, which naturally made her worry.
Even though Fang Bai had told her that he once learned martial arts from a “master”, being outnumbered, he would be at a disadvantage against two.
Fang Bai patted his chest, confidently stating, “Rest assured, I won’t be in any trouble!
Besides, we’re just sparring…
You know what sparring is, right?
It’s an exchange of martial arts knowledge among us martial artists.”
Seeing Su Linglong still reluctant to leave, he continued to persuade her, “If you’re really worried, I’ll give you a call tonight when I get home to let you know I’m safe…
Be good, and go home now!”
Then he signaled the two bodyguards, “Could you two gentlemen please escort your Miss home.”
The primary duty of the two bodyguards was to protect Su Linglong, not concerning themselves with Fang Bai’s life or death.
Hearing Fang Bai’s words, they positioned themselves on either side of Su Linglong and respectfully said, “Miss Su, let’s go!”
I’ll wait for your call at home…
You must call me, otherwise I’ll be very worried!”
Fang Bai said, nodding with a smile.
Su Linglong glanced at the two Shaolin monks before reluctantly getting into a sedan parked at the street corner, escorted by the two bodyguards.
“Gentlemen, shall we engage here or find another place?”
After watching Su Linglong depart, Fang Bai turned to face the two Shaolin monks, the previous smile on his face gone, replaced by a cold indifference.
It mattered not to Fang Bai whether the two Shaolin monks were good or bad, righteous or evil; he knew only that they had been sent by Mao Qiangwu to deal with him.
In Fang Bai’s view, they were both opponents and enemies.
Fang Bai treated his friends with the warmth of spring, but his enemies would always face his wintry coldness.
“It is better not to disturb the ordinary people when martial artists spar,” said the taller monk.
“Let’s go outside the city!” the shorter, stockier monk declared.
“Fine, outside the city it is!”
Said Fang Bai, turning and striding away.