It turns out that those members of the gang suddenly resisted the ridicule under the instigation of Quan Guanqing.

It's because there are rumors within the gang that he is from Liao.

The initiator of this rumor is Kang Min, the wife of Deputy Gang Leader Ma.

Originally, Huadong wanted to intervene personally, but since he currently does not have a reasonable identity, he finally decided to wait and see what happens.

For this reason, Qiao Feng went back to his hometown to see his adoptive father and mother, only to find that they had been killed by an adulterer.

What was even more unexpected was that the monks in the Shaolin Temple saw this scene and all blamed Qiao Feng for the murder.

When Huadong learned about this incident, he was furious on the spot and decided to teach Shaolin Temple a lesson.

"These stubborn monks are really annoying.

My eldest brother Qiao Feng once studied in Shaolin. It is absolutely impossible for him to go to the Shaolin Temple to cause trouble. But I don’t have so many taboos."

In the inn, A'Zhu and A Bi both looked at Hua Dong with shocked eyes.

"Sir, are you planning to go to Shaolin Temple to help Master Qiao seek justice?"

Hua Dong smiled lightly and nodded.

"Of course I want to teach those self-righteous monks a lesson.

However, most of the world knows that Qiao Feng and I are now sworn brothers.

If I use my own identity to sneak into the Shaolin Temple, I'm afraid it will cause more trouble for my brother."

Upon hearing this, A'Zhu next to him immediately smiled.

"Young Master, don't worry, I'm proficient in the art of disguise and can completely turn you into someone else.

This way you don’t have to worry about those monks finding out your identity."

When A'Zhu said this, he immediately showed a satisfied expression.

"Then there's Miss Lao Aju."

As expected, this girl went to the market outside to buy some necessary materials.

After returning to the inn, it only took more than an hour to completely disguise Hua Dong as an ordinary little monk.

Looking at the face in the mirror that had nothing to do with his own, he instinctively gave a thumbs up to A'Zhu next to him.

"That's very good. Abi, you stay at the inn and wait for the two of us to come back."

This girl nodded extremely obediently.

The reason why I only take A'Zhu with me is because this girl can more or less have some three-legged cat skills.

On the other hand, Abi next to him knew almost nothing about martial arts. More importantly, he also needed a guide after sneaking into the Shaolin Temple.

"Oh my god, the back mountain gate of this Shaolin Temple is so high?

If you are not one of the top martial arts masters today, it would be very difficult to climb over this wall."

A'Zhu obviously did not have such ability. He glanced to the side with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Of course, Hua Dong didn't need to say anything, he directly picked up A'Zhu's light body and jumped up into the air with slight steps under his feet.

Almost as if he were walking on flat ground, he brought Arjuna into the temple.

"Young master actually has mastery of Qinggong? It seems that in today's world of martial arts, there are only a handful of people who can compete with him."

Huadong smiled calmly.

"In my opinion, having strong martial arts skills is by no means a rigid standard for a hero.

People like my elder brother Qiao Feng are true heroes with their righteousness and uprightness.

Even if he does not have such strong martial arts, he is still a being worthy of admiration.

If he is a villain, even if he possesses the most powerful martial arts in the world, he will never be convinced by the entire world..."

After Hua Dong said these words, A'Zhu next to him unknowingly increased his admiration for him.

Although it has not reached a deeper level of admiration.

But there is still no way to hide the reverence in A'Zhu's gaze.

"What are you two doing sneaking around here?"

Suddenly, two monks holding wooden sticks noticed the strange movement here.

Soon they came towards the location where the Huadong two were.

Huadong took his time and took a few steps forward with a calm smile.

"Brother, I would like to ask you how to get to the Chongsidian Sutra Pavilion in Shaolin Temple."

"Bold! You are a disciple who has just entered the world. You don't go back to your residence to rest in the middle of the night, and you dare to inquire about the location of the Sutra Pavilion. I think you want to eat it with a stick!"

Hua Dong suddenly put down his clasped hands and raised a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

"You're right, but I really want to see how many people in your Shaolin Temple can threaten me."

Seeing the guy dressed as a young monk in front of me, his face suddenly changed.

The hand-slapping monk holding a wooden stick was about to take action instinctively, but was directly hit on the neck with a slap, and he fainted on the spot.

The monk standing not far next to him wanted to shout.

But he found that he had lost the ability to speak and was stabbed in the mute point.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I can find it myself."

Bang! Another easy palm strike.

Huadong quickly dismissed the two disciples guarding the mountain, and led A'Zhu quickly towards the gathering place in the temple deep in the back mountain.

"I once read books describing the internal structure of the Shaolin Temple in the Murong family's classics.

If the record in the book is correct, this place should be the back door of the Sutra Pavilion.

But this is definitely the most important place in the entire Shaolin Temple.

It is said that there is an array of eighteen bronze men guarding it. Young Master, are you sure you want to break into the Sutra Pavilion?"

Huadong smiled calmly.

"Since we're here, we have to make some noise."

Boom!!

He slapped a palm with great domineering force. The extremely powerful internal force of the Nine Yang Manual instantly split the portal in front of him into pieces.

Just like that, I took A'Zhu's hand and walked in.

Even though both of them are dressed like young monks at this moment, this behavior seems a bit strange.

"It is said that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin. Today I would like to see how many top masters there are in this temple."

Whoosh whoosh!

Sure enough, the moment the door was shattered, a dozen figures quickly flew out from the deepest part of the courtyard, surrounding Huadong and A'Zhu.

"Bold thief! You even pretended to be my Shaolin disciple and broke into the Sutra Pavilion at night. You have already committed a capital crime."

Huadong burst into laughter.

"Don't always say one word on your lips, but be compassionate.

Then why do you still stick to others when they make mistakes or are wronged or misunderstood?

Beiqiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, is such a chivalrous person.

But you put the treasonous crime of patricide on his head.

Isn’t it a bit too much?”

The eighteen golden Arhats in front of them seemed to have little understanding of some things in the outside world. They all had their hands clasped together and looked calm.

"Guarding the Sutra Pavilion is our only responsibility.

We don’t understand and don’t care about the things you mentioned. Leave quickly and we can spare your life.”

Hua Dong burst out laughing.

"Looking at the entire world, the person who dares to say such things to me should not have been born yet.

Just a dozen of you guys dare to be so presumptuous in front of me?

Show me your most powerful skills and let me see them."

After Hua Dong finished speaking, he directly pushed A'Zhu next to him out of the formation, and a burst of extremely powerful internal force suddenly began to operate under his feet.

The magical power of moving the universe quickly hit the bodies of the eighteen golden Arhats under the operation of Ye Yu's palms.

Seeing that Huadong had completely controlled these eighteen golden Arhats by himself.

Without any further hesitation, A'Zhu immediately dived into the depths of the Sutra Pavilion.
To be continued...