Gaoliang turned around and gasped—Gong Hong had really been cunning. She had sent people to intercept him. It seemed their rivalry was now irreconcilable. He immediately supported Dong Jiao and led her to a safe spot. As they moved, Dong Jiao suddenly cried out and stumbled to one side, fortunately caught by Gaoliang who held her slender waist with his right arm. Dong Jiao’s foot twisted, and she trembled, calling out in pain. Without hesitation, Gaoliang lifted her hands. At that moment, the greedy, plump Buddhist monk behind them gave orders to a group of Shaolin monks: “Quick! Go ahead! Grab him!” Five Shaolin disciples each wielding weapons charged toward Gaoliang. Gaoliang, supporting the injured Dong Jiao, dodged and weaved skillfully. “The abbot has ordered—capture Gao Liang, and you shall be rewarded!” The monk shouted, and the five disciples roared, closing in from all sides. Though Gaoliang’s special abilities had been sealed, the martial arts he had learned at Shaolin remained intact. His body was exceptionally agile and supple. With a swift series of movements—“Aut Three disciples were knocked to the ground by Highlight's glowing legs, sand entering their eyes and causing sharp pain when they rubbed them. The sand, in fact, was limestone. The remaining two disciples each brought a stout iron rod and a 2-meter iron chain. The rods charged directly at Highlight's cranial area, while the chains targeted his waist. Though Highlight was holding Dong Jiao, making it difficult to move, he remained confident and composed. By tilting his head slightly, the heavy iron rod crashed against a large rock with a sharp crack, sending sparks flying. At the same time, the 2-meter chain swept toward him, and since Highlight was holding Dong Jiao, he couldn't dodge in time—his own waist struck with a loud thud. "Hahaha!" the disciple holding the chain burst into laughter, only to find, as he still couldn't stop, that Highlight's mouth curved downward and he said solemnly, "You're dead!" As soon as the words fell, the disciple's eyes filled with golden stars and he screamed, pointing at Highlight, "You're acting! You're fine!" Then he collapsed to the ground with a soft *plonk*. Gao Liang smiled brightly and pointed to the leather belt at his waist. "All because you weren't paying attention—you hit the wrong spot!" Meanwhile, the disciple holding the staff charged again, but Gao Liang pulled the greedy Buddhist monk aside, using him as a shield. "Ah!" The plump, greedy monk's face was struck by the staff, instantly swelling into a large bump. He shouted at the disciple, "You dare to hit me too? You've gone mad! I'm sending you to the West!" Despite the pain, the monk seized the staff and swung it powerfully. "Ah!" The disciple cried out, spitting blood, then collapsed to the ground. Seizing the moment of chaos, Gao Liang carried Dong Jiao into a nearby opening. But then he heard Gong Hong's voice from behind: "You lot are all weaklings! You can't even hold onto two people. Hurry! They've gone that way! Go after them!" The cave was dimly lit, with many disciples of Xuoshan Temple carrying torches, stepping forward. Dong Jiao was held firmly by Gao Liang, facing him and saying, "Husband, just leave me alone! Get out of here—find a way to escape quickly!" But Gao Liang shook his head, embracing Dong Jiao tightly. At that moment, Gong Hong arrived and saw Gao Liang, her face blazing with murderous intensity. She launched a powerful iron palm strike, dust swirling, a strong gust of energy rushing toward Gao Liang with a roaring wind. Gao Liang, even as he tried to dodge, managed to hold Dong Jiao steady, using his own body to absorb the fatal blow. "Ah!" Gao Liang cried out, collapsing to the ground. "Hah! Hah! Gao Liang! Gao Liang! I've ruined your martial arts now! From this day on, you're nothing but a broken man! A broken man! I am the true king of Songlin Monastery!" Gong Hong laughed wildly. A large group of disciples behind her bowed and knelt, exclaiming, "Hostess Gong! Amazing! Amazing!" "I am the Abbot!" "Laozi is going to be the abbot of Shaolin Monastery! Wow!" The pride in Gong Honglai's voice was terrifying. Dong Jiao saw Gao Liang lying on the ground, heartbroken. Meanwhile, Gong Honglai gazed at the super-star beauty before him with growing admiration. After all, Dong Jiao had once performed on a cultural program on China Central Television—standing out like a single red blossom among a sea of flowers, dazzling everyone, and leaving the entire nation in awe. Gong Honglai's passion for beauty remained undiminished. He kicked Gao Liang hard in the chest, then knelt down, pressing his iron sand palm firmly onto Gao Liang's head. Yet Dong Jiao firmly held his hand, pleading, "Please! Don't kill him! Please! Please!" When Gong Honglai saw Dong Jiao's delicate beauty, her face glistening with tears, so tender and graceful, his interest in her instantly grew. He lifted her chin, smiling lasciviously, "Miss, Miss Dong, my beauty—just promise me now, and I'll let this clumsy boy live!" "No! No, I won't!" Dong Jiao couldn't believe that Gong Honglai, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, was so lustful. For her, a starlet known for her chastity, this was absolutely unacceptable. Gong Honglai's face was contorted with fury, his iron palm pressing with increased force—only a slight exertion would cause Gao Liang to stop breathing. Just as Gong Honglai was about to deliver his decisive blow, a commotion erupted outside. "It's bad! It's bad! Abbot! The temple is on fire! It's on fire!" Panicked, Gong Honglai immediately turned to the disciples around him and said, "Move! We're evacuating!" As Gong Honglai hurried away, the cave fell into quiet again. Dong Jiao supported Gao Liang, struggling to do so. Yet Gao Liang could not open his eyes. "It's so cold! So cold!" Gao Liang shivered violently. Dong Jiao quickly removed her outer coat and draped it over Gao Liang's shoulders. Despite this, the chill remained intense. Gao Liang closed his eyes and clutched Dong Jiao's delicate frame tightly Dong Jiao was held tightly in Gao Liang's arms, her heart pounding wildly. Her mind went completely blank. "Ah!" she gasped aloud—there before her, a large, flower-patterned snake, thick as a thumb, was shaking its head and moving steadily toward her. Women are indeed afraid of snakes. Yet Gao Liang couldn't budge; he was completely wrapped in her embrace, unable to escape. As the snake climbed onto his body and coiled around his neck, Dong Jiao trembled with fear, unable to look. She clung to him, shivering. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Gao Liang cried out in agony—the snake had already bitten his chest, and the venom was spreading rapidly. "Husband! You can't die! You can't die!" Dong Jiao choked out. "Gong Honglai issued the order, and immediately all the Shaolin disciples throughout the monastery became busy, conducting thorough searches both inside and outside the temple. Yet after hours of searching, no suspicious figures appeared. Also, what has happened to the second lady of the household? I heard they were at Dharma Cave—yes, but haven’t the crew members come out yet! No, they must have been taken over by that hanging figure. We have to go and find out! Deng, the fat pig, speculated. The three friends realized that going to Dharma Cave now would only expose their whereabouts, so they decided to enter once it grew dark. The scene shifts inside Dharma Cave’s cavern. The large flower snake has bitten Gao Liang, who now appears all black and purple, yet his eyes are slowly opening. He now sees the large flower snake still tightly coiling around his neck. Dong Jiao is still trembling in his arms, terrified. Gao Liang is furious—no matter what, even if I die, my wife must not suffer a single injury.