Seizing the Body

Li Muchan used his body skills to the fullest and flashed over thirty feet away. Concubine Xue felt dizzy and closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were already at the foot of Kankong Temple.

She looked up and saw four monks in black, surrounded by more than a dozen monks in gray. They were monks from Kankong Temple, and all of them looked bad.

Being bullied into asking for the ancestor's relics is tantamount to digging someone's ancestral grave. Even if they are monks and abstain from anger, they still can't help but become angry and murderous.

A burly black-robed monk stood up, tithing with an arrogant expression, and remained silent. He only fixed his gaze on Yuantong, his provocation clearly evident.

Yuantong was dull and calm, and he turned his head and said, "Junior Brother Yuanrong, take action."

The young monk on his left nodded and took a step forward. Suddenly, like a sword being drawn out of its sheath, a strong momentum poured out, overwhelming all the monks in the arena.

The monks in gray uniforms all took a step back, but the four monks in black stood proudly still, sneering at him sideways.

The young monk Yuanrong sneered, and Heshi announced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha..."

The sound of "buzz" was like a big copper bell swaying in everyone's ears. The monks in gray swayed and trembled with the Buddha's name. At the same time, they put their hands together and declared in unison: "Amitabha!"

More than a dozen monks emitted qi from their Dantian, with essence and spirit contained in it. The Buddha's chant was deep and heavy, pressing towards Kankong Temple like rolling thunder.

The sound of the Buddha's trumpet echoed in the mountains, lingering endlessly.

Li Muchan's heart moved, this Kankong Temple really has some cultivation background, and this Buddha's name shows some skill. With his current cultivation level, a Buddha's name can shake people's hearts, and he can defeat others without fighting, but he has never used it.

Considered as useless.

It is only useful for people with weak willpower and superficial cultivation. For those with profound cultivation and strong will, it is just an ordinary Buddha's name.

After everyone proclaimed the name of the Buddha, their temperament suddenly changed, their expressions were solemn and solemn, their original anger was relieved, and their hearts were as unshakable as a mountain.

The expressions of the four black-clothed monks remained unchanged. They just lowered their eyes slightly, took off the Buddhist beads from their left wrists, flicked them a few times, and then opened their eyes again.

The monk in black sneered: "If you want to take action, do it. Why bother? Come on!"

The young monk Yuan Rong's expression became calmer and calmer, but his aura became stronger and stronger. The air was filled with cold air, as if he was in the cold winter weather.

Seeing this, the monk in black took a step forward, clenched his fist into a strange shape, and smashed it down like a hammer, followed by an angry shout.

The sound of shouting was like thunder, and everyone trembled involuntarily.

Yuanrong slowly stretched out his right hand, with parallel fingers like a sword, and pointed at the opponent's wrist.

The monk in black frowned and changed his moves. Although the opponent did not use a sword and only made gestures with his fingers, you could feel the sharpness from a foot away, which was no different from a real sword.

He was secretly frightened. He didn't expect that the opponent was practicing sword energy, which would be difficult to deal with. He had no advantage at all. His sword energy was the sharpest, and he was able to point out the Arrancar. He was powerful and fierce, so there was nothing he could do against this person.

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The monk in black gave a loud shout, smashed his fist again, and Yuan Rong pointed lightly, forcing him to change his moves again, but he couldn't do it with all his strength, and he was very depressed.

Over and over again, the black-clothed monk was raging with rage, and suddenly he shouted loudly again, and his fist came to Yuan Rong's side with a "wu" sound, like a meteor streaking across, extremely fast.

Yuan Rong flipped his wrist, turning the sword technique into a hand knife, and slashed horizontally with his fist.

With a muffled "bang" sound, Yuanrong slid a foot away from the ground.

The monk in black, however, remained steady, his eyes glaring angrily, then he puffed up his chest and let out a loud roar, and rushed over with big strides. The wooden ground trembled, and he rushed over like a black bear.

Yuan Rong frowned, and pointed his fingers like swords at the black-clothed monk's forehead, but he blocked it with his palm, and hit him with another fist like a hammer.

Yuan Rong shuddered and hesitated, but was unable to avoid the fist. He was hit on the shoulder and was sent flying. Yuantong hurriedly floated into the air to catch him.

Yuantong lowered his head, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out an elixir and wanted to give it to Yuanrong. Yuanrong kept vomiting blood, but he couldn't take it.

The scene changed so suddenly that none of the monks could react. When they woke up, they saw Yuan Rong's figure trembling slightly, blood pouring from his mouth, and he was about to die.

"Master!" "Master uncle!" "Master uncle!"

The monks shouted loudly, staring at Yuan Rong nervously.

Another elderly monk stepped forward, stretched out his palm and pressed it into Yuanrong Tan, adjusting his body with internal force and taking medicine to stop the bleeding.

But when the internal energy was poured in, it was like water flowing into an empty bottle, with nothing to rely on. Yuan Rong was still spitting out blood, staining Yuantong all over his body.

The black-clothed monk was extremely powerful, and this punch was a solid blow. Although Yuan Rong had deep internal strength, he could not save his life. He saw that his breath was gradually weakening, and he was already dead.

Concubine Xue kept looking up and staring, and when she saw this, she quickly grabbed Li Muchan and said, "Li Feng, save people quickly!"

Li Muchan nodded, took her in his arms and appeared beside Yuantong, saying: "Master Yuantong, I know a little bit about the art of saving people, let me take a look."

Yuantong turned around, his expression still dull, but his eyes were bright and bright: "Donor Li?"

Concubine Xue said angrily: "Yuantong, please stop nagging. I just tell Li Fengxing. Don't delay any longer or harm your junior brother's life!"

Yuantong nodded slowly and sent Yuanrong to Li Muchan.

Li Muchan said: "Put it on the couch."

Yuantong hurriedly walked inside, but a voice came from behind: "Wait a minute!"

Everyone turned to look, but it was the short and sharp monk in black who was sneering proudly.

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Yuantong slowly lowered his head and said, "You have won this round. Let's admit defeat. I'll settle my junior brother first and then compete in the second round."

The monk in black shook his head: "This can't be done. We are in a hurry and can't wait for you to waste time. Let's compete now. If we don't compete, we will admit defeat!"

The monks were furious. This guy was so abominable, he had no compassion for a monk at all!

Li Muchan frowned and glanced at the four of them, his face darkened. Concubine Xue tugged on his sleeve, her beautiful face showed a pleading look, obviously asking Li Muchan to take action.

If it was just Concubine Xue's request, he would have to agree or not. He would act based on his own judgment and no one else could interfere. But seeing how cruel the monk was, he had the intention to kill.

He flicked his sleeves and snorted: "Get out of here!"

A gust of wind suddenly surged from the ground, and the four monks in black were swept away and flew out of the corridor.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The four of them fell to the ground solidly.

If they fell from a height of ten feet, they would definitely be smashed into pieces, but these four people stood up unsteadily after falling to the ground.

Li Muchan was too lazy to pay attention, turned around and said: "Let's go!"

Yuantong and another old monk looked at Li Muchan in surprise.

Concubine Xue clapped her hands: "That's great. My eyes are finally clear. Yuantong, why are you still dawdling?"

Yuantong nodded hurriedly and walked in, thanking Li Muchan. Li Muchan smiled and shook his head without saying anything. He quickly entered the main hall and turned to the right, which was a Zen room.

There is only one bed in the Zen room, and a big word "心" is written on the north wall. Other than that, there is nothing else. It is extremely simple.

Yuantong gently put Yuan Rong down, and Li Muchan stepped forward, raised his fingers and slowly lowered them down, like a heavy object, but when he was on top of him, he suddenly moved quickly and quickly, and after a few quick strokes, he was light and swift and walked away as soon as he touched it.

As soon as he stopped his hand, the blood in Yuan Rong's mouth stopped immediately and he stepped back.

Yuantong hurriedly stepped forward and put the elixir into Yuan Rong's mouth. This elixir was so wonderful that it melted in his mouth. Yuantong breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he took this elixir, he could save his life.

Yuantong checked Yuanrong's pulse, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at Li Muchan.

He bowed deeply: "Donor Li, this is truly a magical skill!"

Li Muchan waved his hand: "Master, you're welcome, who are those four people?"

Yuantong shook his head: "I don't know either. Judging from the situation, he is not from our Nanli country, wearing a black robe, but rather a monk from Dong Chu."

Li Muchan said: "Why do they want to see Master Xuefeng's relics?"

Yuan Chuang: "There is a magical method in Dong Chu that can seize relics for one's own use. It is very evil. Even in Dong Chu, it is a forbidden method. They must use this forbidden method."

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Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Is there such a method?"

Yuan Pass: "This is a trick. The relics are condensed by the essence, energy and spirit. To them, it is no different from a panacea. However, they do not know that the essence, energy and spirit are as pure as one. It is difficult to truly integrate into themselves. Even if they integrate, there will be endless troubles.

Fell into the devil’s path.”

Li Muchan pondered for a moment and nodded: "If the owner of the relic had a deep cultivation level during his lifetime, and those who did not have enough cultivation level would not dare to use it, there would be backlash, wouldn't it?"

Circle Channel: “That’s how it should be.”

Li Muchan sighed: "Such a person is truly terrifying. He should be a public enemy of Buddhism."

"They didn't dare to mess around in Dongchu, so they came to us!" Xue Fei frowned and said with a sullen face: "These guys in the Shenyu Army are becoming more and more incompetent!"

The Shenyu Army is the border defense force, the best among the best.

Yuantong shook his head and sighed, and Li Muchan thought for a while: "Master, how are you going to deal with them?"

"Just drive them away." Circle Channel.

Li Muchan shook his head: "Master is a monk and is afraid of killing, but these people have fallen into the devil's way, why don't we eliminate the devil and defend the way?... Besides, if we don't kill them today, how many relics of eminent monks and great virtues will suffer?"

"Amitabha..." Yuantong nodded slowly: "It doesn't matter if the words wake up the people in the dream, let's take their lives to prevent them from committing sins again."

He turned around and said: "Xu Ming, go ahead."

"Yes, Master!" Xu Ming responded, turned around and walked out, and another old monk hurriedly followed.
To be continued...