Being an otaku in the world of American comics

After the opponent escaped, Liang Yue didn't try to chase after him, because from the Eight-Armed Arhat's unintentional display of movement techniques, he could judge that he was definitely not the opponent in close combat.

Forcing a pursuit would only be self-humiliating and add to his troubles.

Liang Yue's current advantage lies in long-range attacks based on modern firearms, area-of-effect firepower, and the unlimited terrain construction advantages of his MC game character.

Let him snipe from the rooftops and play tower defense games, that's fine~.

But once he leaves these three magic weapons behind, when facing the close combat, weapon fighting, and hidden weapon assaults that others have painstakingly honed for half their lives, this guy will naturally suffer.

So, after seeing the only threat on the field escape, Liang Yue decisively chose his best field, took out his pistol from his storage space, and started playing stationary headshots on the rooftop against the surviving Qing soldiers~

Pa pa pa pa pa pa…

Of course, as the main victims of this incident, the Shaolin Temple and its monks obviously didn't want to let these remnants go.

After all, they were almost forced into a desperate situation by these Qing soldiers and completely annihilated here!

Therefore, facing the Qing soldiers who had managed to escape from the courtyard, the old abbot of Shaolin was now personally directing his monks to hunt them down.

After that, the old monk cautiously greeted Liang Yue, who was slowly walking towards the main hall.

"I am Wang Ye, greetings to the old abbot~"

"Thank you, righteous man Wang Ye, for saving my Shaolin lineage. If it weren't for the righteous man's help today, my Shaolin's thousand-year-old Chan sect would probably have been wiped out by those Tatars!"

The old monk was very sensible at this time, and as soon as they met, he put his hands together and bowed deeply to him. Looking at the other party's old face with a full white beard, Liang Yue quickly returned the salute.

Then, this guy threw away the hat on his head, grabbed the dusty Qing army uniform and yanked it hard, immediately revealing his young face.

However, the high bun and the cyan-black Taoist robe on his body immediately made the old abbot's eyes light up.

"So you are a young talent from the Taoist Xuanmen, this old monk is being polite!"

From the other party's sparkling eyes, Liang Yue knew that the old monk must have thought a lot of things in his mind at this moment.

For example, a Buddhist-Taoist alliance, working together for a great cause or something~

But out of respect for the anti-Qing people as an outsider, Liang Yue felt that it was necessary to clarify things with the other party and dispel his illusions as soon as possible.

"Abbot, you misunderstand. I am not a member of the Xuanmen. This dress is just a disguise because I don't like the Qing court's rules."

"So, young hero Wang Ye is just like us, a brave man who opposes the Qing and restores the Ming!"

Looking at the increasingly bright light in the old monk's eyes, Liang Yue was helpless for a while, so he had to say modestly.

"Master, you are too kind."

"Haha~ This is not the place to talk, brave man, please follow me to the clean room for a chat!"

"I would rather obey than decline!"

…

In the following time, Liang Yue had an in-depth and frank discussion with the old abbot in a quiet meditation room.

Besides exchanging pleasantries about the grace of rescue, the two also talked about many topics.

For example, ideals, such as the future~

About national crisis, about saving the country~

About the suffering of the people, about~ expelling the Tartars and restoring China…

To be honest, although he was a little unwilling to listen to the other party's preaching, some of the old monk's ideas were indeed in line with Liang Yue's appetite.

So much so that in some brief moments, he almost thought that the person sitting in front of him was not a Shaolin abbot who was far away from the world and devoted himself to Buddhist studies.

But a general who had led his troops on the battlefield to resist foreign invaders!

"This time, if it weren't for the strong support of young hero Wang Ye, my Shaolin lineage would have been cut off, and this thousand-year-old Chan temple would have been turned into scorched earth.

However, after experiencing this disaster, we monks can no longer cultivate on Mount Shaoshi. Otherwise, the Qing court's army will surely attack again soon, alas~

Young hero Wang Ye has a great kindness to my Shaolin, and this old monk will never forget it. The Shaolin lineage will also keep it in mind. Before we go south, I wonder if the young hero has anything you need us to do?"

After talking for nearly an hour, the monks outside probably even made the meal. The old abbot finally got to the point at this time.

Liang Yue was overjoyed when he heard this. He had come with a purpose, so he would naturally not be polite. So he subconsciously rubbed his hands and said bluntly.

"To be honest, I want a cultivation method that can help me cultivate. Master should have already seen that the reason why I was able to eliminate those Qing court soldiers before.

It's just relying on some external objects such as machinery and firearms. I still have to thank the Shaolin monks for containing them. If I were to face those Tatars alone, it would be really difficult to win!"

"Haha haha~ Young hero Wang Ye is being humble. With the young hero's ability, even without my Shaolin monks, I'm afraid you can still successfully defeat the enemy.

However~ since the young hero has made a request, this old monk will naturally not disappoint the young hero."

As he said that, the old monk turned around and walked to a seemingly ordinary brick wall in the clean room, and gently tapped it a few times according to a unique rhythm.

Then the wall miraculously opened a stone slab from the side…

The old monk reached out and took out a wooden box from inside, and then placed it in front of Liang Yue, opened the lid of the box, revealing a few old books inside.

"My Shaolin has four divine skills handed down from Bodhidharma, the founder: Marrow Washing, Tendon Transformation, Virgin, and Golden Bell. However, things change with the times, and it is impossible to be perfect.

Of these four divine skills, the Marrow Washing Sutra has long been lost, only half of the Tendon Transformation Sutra remains, and the Virgin Skill is still considered complete, but this old monk observes that the young hero is no longer a virgin.

As for the Golden Bell Cover, only some basic body refining methods remain, and the corresponding inner cultivation methods have long been destroyed. If young hero Wang Ye doesn't mind, please choose one of these three scriptures."