As soon as the protective aura was removed, the old monk turned his head and shouted loudly:
"All of you disperse and get back to your martial arts training! The Buddha is watching, one by one, you're all embarrassing."
As he regained his thoughts, Shi Nan couldn't help but wonder...
Clearly, Shaolin is in its heyday, with the second most powerful [Physical Buddha] abbot, and disciples growing strong and talented.
Yet ever since this young man came to the mountain, there's a sense of impending decline...
While pondering, Shi Nan looked at Meng Chuan with regret.
He lamented that the boy wasn't a Shaolin disciple, sigh...
Shaking his head, the old monk stopped dwelling on these thoughts.
Shi Nan, understanding the greater matters at hand, thought, what does it matter if he's not a Shaolin Temple disciple?
If this boy is strong, so is the human race; why harbor any resentment!
Reflecting on this, he recalled the young man's recent feat of defeating ten men with one blow.
