The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 27 The Challenge from Shaolin Temple

After that, the neighborhood started having strange occurrences and many incidents. Many people were terrified. Numerous sorcerers were brought in, but none of them could subdue Han Huan. Later, the place became a notorious haunted house, and no one dared to live there anymore.

The old lady said, "A few years ago, Huan'er appeared to me in a dream, saying that she wanted to take revenge on those who spread rumors. Later, I don't know what happened, but she started to harm people."

The little girl argued, "My aunt didn't harm anyone. As long as you don't answer when she calls your name in the middle of the night, and don't rush to move away and anger her when she comes, she won't do anything to you! I've reminded you of that!"

"Isn't this considered causing harm? She's completely unprincipled!"

After hearing the whole story, Zhou Fengchen interrupted the grandfather and grandson, saying, "Dirty things have a spirit within three years. If they are not captured in the middle, they will begin to cultivate after three years. At this time, they will not care about kinship and human rules in the mortal world. They will do whatever they want. So you should stop treating her as your aunt and daughter."

The grandfather and grandson sobbed softly in despair.

"That's fine!"

Zhou Fengchen sighed, walked to the edge of the pool, and silently recited the "exorcism incantation".

After repeating the mantra three times, a figure suddenly leaped out of the pool, its flesh mangled and bloody, looking terrifying.

"Han Huan! Even now, are you still going to struggle?"

Zhou Fengchen shouted, forming hand seals three times while chanting, "Imperial decree! Twelve Star Symbols, attack and disperse the Netherworld Souls! Urgent!"

call out!

The twelve talismans moved without wind, emitting a hazy light, and struck Han Huan's ghost from twelve directions. With just one strike, they caused her to emit ashes and scream repeatedly.

The old woman held the sobbing little girl, tears streaming down her face, and cried out, "Huan'er, be a good person in your next life..."

Han Huan, amidst her screams, seemed to understand. She stopped struggling, her figure blurring as she transformed into the phantom of a beautiful woman in her twenties. Smiling, she nodded: "Mom! I'm sorry! I'm leaving!"

As he spoke, he vanished in an instant.

"Huan'er!" Overwhelmed with grief, the old lady cried out and fainted.

……

Zhou Fengchen and Wang Min escorted the old lady and the little girl home, settled them in, and then went out together.

Neither of them felt sleepy. Wang Min looked around, his face still a little pale, and said, "I didn't understand just now. Did you subdue that woman... or send her away?"

"Scatter them! These things can't be kept; they're too aggressive," Zhou Fengchen replied casually.

"Actually, putting aside her 'dirty' status, she's really pitiful!" Wang Min sighed, glanced at his phone—it was past four—and said, "It's almost dawn, I'm going back. We're friends, right?"

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, "I don't think so, we've only known each other for a little over a day."

Wang Min felt awkward and nodded: "Okay, goodbye Mr. Zhou, we'll meet again."

……

The events of the past few days hadn't affected Zhou Fengchen much. The restaurant owner hadn't fired him; in fact, she treated him even better than before, which made him feel a little resentful.

That afternoon, Zhou Fengchen was busy preparing the ingredients for dinner in the kitchen when a series of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the hall outside, as if many people had barged in.

He found it strange that there were so many customers at this time of day, when someone said gruffly, "We're here to find someone."

The proprietress asked cautiously, "Who are you looking for?"

The man said, "I'm looking for a guy who's about 1.75 meters tall, in his early twenties, looks a bit rustic, has a hairstyle like Nicholas Tse, and has single eyelids."

"That's a funny description," Zhou Fengchen thought to himself, then thought again, "Isn't that me?"

The proprietress said, "No!"

The man snapped, "Don't try to deny it! He works here!"

Old Li peeked outside, then quickly turned back and gave Zhou Fengchen a meaningful look. "Looks like they're looking for you. There are a lot of them, and they look fierce. Hide quickly!"

"Why are you hiding?" Zhou Fengchen finished cutting the last piece of radish, wiped his hands, pushed Old Li aside, and walked out.

About twenty people entered the hall, all looking fierce. The proprietress probably guessed they were looking for Zhou Fengchen, so she stopped them, deliberately speaking loudly: "There's no such person!"

"Yes! It sounds like I'm talking about someone else! But I'm a little more handsome than Nicholas Tse." Zhou Fengchen pulled the proprietress aside and looked at the group of people.

The group of people instinctively took a few steps back.

Zhou Fengchen scanned them, his face hardening: "Jiang Suoshen, are you out of your mind?"

It was Jiang Suoshen and his gang who arrived. In front of them was a bald man in his thirties who looked quite strong.

Jiang Suoshen coughed, moved slightly closer to the bald man, and said, "I told you this isn't over!"

"I just don't understand," Zhou Fengchen said. "You won't pay compensation, and you're no good at fighting. Are you some kind of clingy pest? Is it really worth it?"

Jiang Suoshen suddenly flew into a rage: "Is it worth it? You really know how to talk! I came to the South to challenge them, and it's been all over the news headlines. Who doesn't know my name? Everything was fine until you took down two of my guys in just two moves, and then you didn't even say a polite word. They're still in the hospital now, and I'm being talked about like I'm worthless by netizens. How can I accept this?"

Zhou Fengchen said "Oh," and asked, "And then? What do you want to do?"

Jiang Suoshen sneered, pointed at the bald man, and said, "Master Yimu, my uncle, the number one of the 'Yi' generation in Shaolin, a first-rate master, challenges you to a duel. Do you dare to accept?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! I am Yimu. I heard that you defeated Jiang Suoshen in one move, but I don't quite believe it, so I came to ask for your guidance!"

Zhou Fengchen looked Yimu up and down, shook his head, and said seriously, "Monk Yimu, right? Have you heard of martial arts and martial cultivation?"

Yi Mu curled his lips into a sneer, with a hint of arrogance, and said, "Fanwu focuses on routines and belongs to the category of physical fitness and performance. Xiuwu focuses on actual combat and practices qigong, belonging to true masters and inheritors of ancient martial arts."

Zhou Fengchen smiled and asked, "And what about you?"

"Amitabha!" Yimu said solemnly, "I am a true disciple of Shaolin, of course I am a martial arts practitioner!"

Zhou Fengchen then asked, "There are seven levels of martial arts cultivation! The first is talent, the second is foundation, the third is martial arts knowledge, the fourth is moral cultivation, the fifth is master, the sixth is character cultivation, and the seventh is returning to the mortal realm! Which level do you belong to?"

Yi Mu's expression changed: "Your description is too vague. I'd say I'm barely at the fourth level, but you're describing it so clearly. What level are you?"

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment and said, "Me? It's hard to say... I'd estimate it's more than ten layers."

Ichiki's tension vanished instantly, and he sneered, "Stop talking big! Come to the Liberty Club, lots of spectators are waiting."

Zhou Fengchen felt incredibly frustrated; he hadn't even scared the other person away. A duel? If his father were alive, he'd be furious and would say, "I'm not going! Monk Yimu, I'm telling you the truth, you're no match for me, really!"

"Aren't you going?" Jiang Suoshen waved his hand. "Block the door and stop them from doing business."

The proprietress panicked, "If you keep doing this, I'll call the police!"

"What's the use of calling the police? We're here to eat." Jiang Suoshen sneered, "One bowl of fried rice per person, no scallions, no eggs, and the rice should be spread out, not sticking together."

"Forget it! Let's go!" Zhou Fengchen sighed. This was his job, and what would be the point if he disturbed the proprietress's business? This was definitely the last time he would get into a fight for no reason!

He asked the landlady for leave, and then followed Jiang Suoshen and his group straight to the most bustling city center.

When we arrived at the entrance of a club, we saw a crowd gathered outside, and a prominent "GG" sign next to them.

Shaolin Master Yimu battles a mysterious expert!