When the fat monk heard this, his heart suddenly suddenly turned around and he looked at Wu Xing next to him. Wu Xing also had a confused look on his face. Just now he saw a group of tourists running out of the Heavenly King's Hall in a panic, shouting "kill people", so Wu Xing took them with him.
A group of temple-protecting monks rushed into the Temple of the Heavenly King, and happened to see Chen Jinyuan inflicting torture on Wu Neng. Then he was ridiculed by Chen Jinyuan, and became furious and confused. They started fighting without understanding the whole story.
The man was knocked to the ground by Chen Jinyuan in just a few strokes.
The fat monk looked a little embarrassed when he saw Wu Xing, but it was not clear. The monks in the temple all knew that Wu Neng had a particularly bad habit, that is, he was lustful. Many female pilgrims had been taken advantage of by him, and more than once.
Someone once reported that he didn't expect to be kicked out of the iron today.
This matter is related to the reputation of Shaolin Temple and must not be acknowledged. A glimmer of light flashed in the fat monk's mung bean eyes.
"Amitabha, my nephew Wu Neng has a pure character and will never do what the donor said. There must be a misunderstanding!" The fat monk blushed, and it was really difficult to say this.
"Hahaha, misunderstanding?" Chen Jinyuan laughed angrily, "Your Shaolin Temple is known as the ancestral home of Zen and the sect of martial arts, but it has become more and more a place of filth, filth and bad luck. They are all the same, and I, Chen, can be considered a
Learned a lot!"
"Let's go, Xiaojiao, I'm too lazy to talk to these bald donkeys." After saying that, he glanced at the fat monk with disdain and turned Wang Jiao
He took her into his arms and walked out of the palace.
"Stop! You are not allowed to insult Shaolin!"
Before Chen Jinyuan could reach the entrance of the palace, an angry shout came from behind him.
When Chen Jinyuan heard the sound, he turned around and saw the fat monk, Abbot Jie Chi, rushing towards him like a crazy rhinoceros.
Boom, boom, boom
The entire Heavenly King's Palace was trembling,
Jie Chi grew up in Shaolin. He entered the inner courtyard of Shaolin and learned ancient martial arts. Later, he was entrusted by the abbot with the important task of serving as the abbot of Shaolin Temple in the secular world. He has extraordinary feelings for Shaolin. Although what happened today is his own
Wrong, but Chen Jinyuan's words to insult the Shaolin sect have already violated his taboo.
"Through-arm punch!"
Although this Jie Chi looks clumsy, his speed is not ambiguous at all. In just two steps, he bullied Chen Jinyuan, brandished his fist as big as a sandbag, and hit Chen Jinyuan. He was going to give this person a bad word and insult to Shaolin.
A little lesson, kid.
"Shaolin Kungfu!"
"This is the real Shaolin Kung Fu!"
"The abbot usually doesn't show off his appearance, but he turns out to be so powerful!"
When Wu Xing and the other monks on the ground saw Jie Chi jumping more than ten meters away, their eyes nearly dropped.
This speed is completely incompatible with his fat pig-like body shape.
The through-arm fist rises like a tiger pouncing on someone, and falls like an eagle catching an object. Jie Chi's internal energy is running, and the skeletal muscles on the arm are crackling.
This kid is dead. Almost everyone thought so when they saw the abbot's mountainous body and the huge fist that hit Chen Jinyuan.
Peng,
An unexpected scene.
Chen Jinyuan held Wang Jiao's waist with his right hand and swung his left hand to the side. Jie Chi stumbled, and the fist that had been moving forward suddenly slipped to the side. Chen Jinyuan raised his leg and kicked him, which happened to be on Jie Chi's chest.
On the belly, Ji Ji is like a round football, flying out.
It even bounced when it hit the ground, and then stood up under Chen Jinyuan's astonished gaze, holding his belly and vomiting out all the food and wine he had eaten in the morning.
Damn, this man is fat and fat, he is really born with armor. Although he did not use his full strength with this kick, it weighed at least a thousand kilograms. If this kick was on an ordinary warrior at the seventh level of the warrior class, he would definitely have been kicked long ago.
He lay on the ground and couldn't get up.
When Chen Jinyuan saw a puddle of disgusting things on the ground, he felt nauseated and said loudly: "What bullshit is the righteous leader of the Chinese martial arts world, nothing more than that."
Jie Chi got even angrier after hearing this, and was about to rush forward to fight again.
"Amitabha! Donors, please be careful what you say!"
A vague Buddhist chant came from outside the Heavenly King's Hall. Chen Jinyuan was startled and turned around. As soon as the sound came, the person was already approaching.
This monk is wearing a blue cassock, with a string of white Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. He has a big head, broad shoulders, and a thin figure. He looks about seventy or eighty years old, and his eyebrows have turned gray. But he is full of energy and has a bright look in his eyes.
The skin on the face is radiant and translucent, like a baby's, with a majestic appearance.
Chen Jinyuan was surprised. This man was so fast, not much worse than himself. When Chen Jinyuan performed the top light skill "Electric Light God Walk", his speed was already inhuman, and it was comparable to that of an ancient warrior from the fifth level of the warrior class.
The speed is comparable.
In other words, if the old monk in front of him didn't possess peerless Qinggong like himself, then his strength would be at least as strong as the acquired fourth level, or even stronger.
"The Shaolin Temple does have some foundations, but I don't know who this old monk is!" Chen Jinyuan felt a little more solemn in his heart and put on a defensive posture.
When Jie Chi met the old monk, his fat face trembled with excitement. He knelt down tremblingly, clutching his belly, and kept kowtowing, "Master Benxiang, my disciple Jiechi pays homage to Master Benxiang!"
The old monk ignored him and turned to Chen Jinyuan, "Why did the donor say such nonsense? I wonder if there is anything in this temple that offended the donor?"
Before Chen Jinyuan could answer, Jie Chi rushed over and said: "Master, this person insulted my Shaolin for no reason. All the disciples came to argue with him, but unexpectedly, this person indiscriminately injured the disciples and others. Master, please make the decision for the disciples!"
Chen Jinyuan was furious when he heard this, "What a eloquent mouth that confuses right and wrong!"
Taking a step forward, he arrived in front of Jie Chi. Jie Chi's pupils shrank, and he felt a figure flash in front of him, and a fist hit his fat face.
A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the original prime minister, his cassock fluttered, and he waved his sleeve towards Chen Jinyuan.
Chen Jinyuan suddenly felt as if his punch had hit a spring, as if a pair of big hands, with boundless power, were holding him up and flying backwards quickly.
Ten meters away, stand still.
Chen Jinyuan's eyes were full of horror, and then he was puzzled. This old monk obviously had the ability to hurt me, but he didn't hurt me. He didn't know why.
"The donor is too cruel. If you have something to say, why bother to take action?" the old monk said leisurely.
"Humph, do you have something to say? Today Chen has really opened his eyes. They say that monks and nuns are the most difficult to deal with. Today I have learned the lesson. Shaolin Temple is known as a famous and upright sect, but its disciples do such shameless and obscene things as they do to defraud people of money.
Not to mention, he is still teasing female pilgrims!"
Chen Jinyuan felt uncomfortable and spat all over the floor. When he said this, he looked at Jie Chi: "As a monk, you tell lies with your eyes open. Why do monks not tell lies? It's all fucking bullshit. Do you deserve to be called a monk?"
**Just a bald donkey!"
Jie Chi's face turned green and red. The young man's words were too unpleasant. Ben Xiang frowned and turned to look at Jie Chi. Seeing Jie Chi's evasive eyes, Ben Xiang understood clearly and anger suddenly appeared on his face.
When Jie Chi saw this, he was so frightened that he immediately knelt down. Behind him, Wu Shiwen had long been stunned. Seeing the abbot kneeling down, although he didn't know who the old monk who suddenly appeared was, he also knelt down behind Jie Chi.
"Master, forgive me. This matter is related to the reputation of Shaolin Temple. This disciple only took this step for the sake of Shaolin." Cold sweat broke out on Jie Chi's forehead.
"Hmph, the good Shaolin Temple has been turned into a mess by you. You can go to the Discipline Academy to receive the Dharma by yourself later!" Ben Xiang said solemnly.
"Donor, this matter is my Shaolin fault. I am here to apologize to the benefactor!"
"Apologise, just one apology and that's it." Seeing that the old monk wanted to dismiss himself with just one sentence, Chen Jinyuan gave up.
"Donor, please forgive others. Although they have made mistakes, they have received the punishment they deserve. Donor is generous and spares them this time. Just ask for anything!"
"Haha, you can ask for anything?" Chen Jinyuan pinched his chin and said, "I have heard that Shaolin Temple is the first ancestral temple of Zen in the world, and there are countless eminent monks in the temple. I took the liberty of asking the master for a few Buddha bone relics!"
"Buddha bone relics" are relics left behind by some eminent monks who practiced Buddhism after they passed away. According to Chen Jinyuan's idea, since they are eminent monks, the relics they left behind will definitely have the power of their wishes, and they will definitely not be there.
few.
But after all, it was just a conjecture, and theories must be verified by practice. When Chen Jinyuan heard the truth and asked himself to make conditions, he blurted it out without thinking.
Don't you know that this sentence violates a taboo of Buddhism? Every Buddha bone relic is a treasure of Shaolin Temple, how can it be allowed to be accessed by outsiders?
Sure enough, as soon as Chen Jinyuan finished speaking, Ben Xiang frowned, "Amitabha! How can you be so arrogant in the pure land of Buddhism!"
Immediately, Chen Jinyuan felt a majestic pressure that was almost solidified on his body, pressing down on himself.
The sudden and terrifying pressure almost broke Chen Jinyuan's leg bones. If his body hadn't been strengthened several times by internal force these days, I'm afraid he would have suffered internal injuries this time.
Chen Jinyuan understood a truth at this time - masters like to use their momentum to overwhelm others.
The last time I was suppressed by someone's momentum was when I met Black and White Wuchang in Erlang Temple. However, Black and White Wuchang only has the third level of acquired strength, and the monk in front of me has at least the fourth level of acquired strength. This momentum is stronger than Black and White Wuchang.
a lot of.
When the pressure came upon him, a sudden change occurred in Chen Jinyuan's mind. The Xuanhuang Willing Power, which was about to be condensed into substance, suddenly became extremely violent. Catalyzed by this pressure, it boiled like boiling water.
The severe pain seemed to tear his head apart, and his mind could be said to be extremely chaotic at this time, like a wild beast that was constantly turning over the river. The liquid black and yellow air entangled and rotated with each other, slowly forming a vortex.
The vortex formed by the black and yellow air is getting thicker and thicker, and it gradually becomes thicker and thicker at first. The rotation speed is getting faster and faster. The black and yellow air seems to have encountered boundless suction, and it quickly condenses towards the center of the vortex.
.
At this time, Chen Jinyuan was approaching the edge of collapse. When he used his medical skills to save Wu Haonan at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, he was mentally exhausted. Although he had recovered a little at this time, the sudden change in his mind made his brain tense to the extreme, as if there were countless
The two big hands were violently tearing at his soul. The vortex was like a small black hole, and the boundless suction force seemed to suck in his soul.
Finally, after the last trace of black and yellow energy entered the vortex, the vortex dissipated, and a black and yellow bead the size of a football appeared in the center of Chen Jinyuan's mind, spinning at a super fast speed.
"boom!"
Just when Chen Jinyuan thought the pain was about to pass, the black-yellow beads couldn't withstand the pressure caused by the high-speed rotation and exploded.
"ah.."
With a scream that resounded through the sky, Chen Jinyuan covered his head with both hands and fell to the ground as if he had lost all strength. He fainted and his body kept twitching.
Xuanhuang Yuanli Qi quickly radiated from Chen Jinyuan's body.
"Husband! What's wrong with you?" Wang Jiao cried out sadly and threw herself on Chen Jinyuan.
"The power of merit!"
After regaining his momentum and feeling the majestic power radiating from Chen Jinyuan's body, Ben Xiang exclaimed, his eyes flashing with boundless shock.