"Amitabha! Where did the little benefactor come from? Why did he appear in my Buddha's forbidden place?..."
This question that seemed to come from all directions instantly interrupted Zhou Yi's depression. Zhou Yi, who was originally full of vigilance, immediately crossed his palms, made an offensive and defensive start, and quickly glanced around with his eyes.
No one was seen after that, and Zhou Yi was secretly frightened, knowing that it was the Buddhist monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion who had appeared.
Although the Xiao Xitian ruins left in the martial arts world did not leave much profound martial arts, it is the birthplace of Xiao Xitian after all. Therefore, many eminent monks in Xiao Xitian still left behind many protective measures when they left the martial arts world.
, such as Buddhist monks, golden Arhats, etc., are half-human and half-immortal beings who are fused with relics using unique Buddhist techniques.
Of course, this so-called "immortal" is only relative to the martial arts world. In the martial arts world among the three realms, it is not that there are no immortal cultivators. Most of those people are called "immortals" by people in the martial arts world. This does not mean that there are no immortals in the martial arts world.
It's not that they are real immortals, it's just that they are too powerful in terms of strength. In the eyes of many martial arts people who rely on internal strength and moves to fight, there is no difference between them who can walk with swords and the so-called 'immortals'.
Big.
"I came from the Tang Dynasty in the east. I heard that the Dharma of Xiaoxitian is profound and can save all sentient beings, so I traveled thousands of miles to learn the scriptures..."
Hearing the voice and his meditation, Zhou Yi replied in an extremely nonchalant manner, while his eyes wandered around to explore the surrounding environment, hoping to find where the talking monk was hiding, or to find a place that was conducive to defense.
Or come to a place to escape, so that he can be in an invincible position.
"..."
Perhaps Zhou Yi's talk was a little too out of tune. After listening to Zhou Yi's words, the monk hiding in the dark didn't reply for a long time. Until Zhou Yi began to wonder if the man had gone away, he let out a vague sigh.
Suddenly, it came from behind him. Zhou Yi, who was on full alert, was so shocked that he turned around in an instant and looked behind him with a look of fear.
This large garden is composed of a large number of small flower beds, and because of the lush flowers and grass all around, walking in it is no different from walking in a maze. Just like where Zhou Yi is at the moment, he is standing on the fourth or fifth floor.
In the middle of the intersection of two small flower beds, when he turned around quickly, he discovered that his head was covered with black lines. A middle-aged man wearing a coarse monk's robe suddenly stood up among the flowers and grass in the small flower bed behind him.
Here comes the monk.
"Your uncle! You've been hiding in the flowers and meditating. Are you so cheating?!"
Zhou Yi kept shouting in his heart, but his face was calmly staring at the middle-aged monk who stood up and walked towards him. This monk didn't have any features, he could be said to be ordinary to the extreme, and with Zhou Yi's terrifyingly powerful appearance
As for his memory, he couldn't guarantee whether he would be able to remember the great monk's appearance next time after seeing him this time.
"You should not lie if you become a monk. What the donor said is too untrue. Firstly, you are not my Buddhist disciple, and secondly, you have not practiced my Buddhist mental method. Moreover, the poor monk looks at the way you dress, the donor, and you should belong to Yanzhou.
People are right, Yanzhou and the Tang Dynasty are probably tens of thousands of miles apart, so what the little benefactor said is completely different. How can this poor monk believe it?"
Although the great monk had a kind face after what he said, his tone was full of undisguised suspicion and helplessness, and the look he looked at Zhou Yi also had a hint of 'you are so unrealistic'
.
"Damn! I met a monk who has been away from home, I can't scare him anymore..."
When Zhou Yi heard this, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Didn't he say that all monks were nerds? Why did he just bump into a pervert who was known all over the world and remembered by Bo Wen?
"this……"
Zhou Yi's head suddenly hurt. It's definitely not a pleasant thing to have someone expose a lie in front of you. What's even more confusing is that for a while, Zhou Yi couldn't think of how to respond to the great monk's doubts. Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel depressed.
Thinking about it, hasn’t Xiao Xitian been sunk for thousands of years? This great monk still goes out to travel around the world every day? Is there such an irresponsible guardian?
"Hey... It's not easy for the little benefactor to find this place. Let's do this. The poor monk here has an excellent martial arts that he accidentally acquired while traveling in the world. I will give it to the little benefactor. Wherever you come from, go back to where you came from...
"
Zhou Yi was still asking what to say in a depressed tone, but the great monk sighed, took out a blue-covered secret book from his arms, and after saying a few words to Zhou Yi, he
The secret book was thrown to him, and he waved to him with a look of helplessness on his face, which naturally meant that Zhou Yi should go back and forth wherever he wanted.
"I wiped it! Is he sending a beggar away? What a magical thing about superior martial arts? I'm even using it as toilet paper..."
The words the great monk said and the actions he made immediately made Zhou Yi depressed and wanted to run away. Yaya looked down on people so much. She wanted to send the young master away just because he had a good martial arts knowledge? The thought was too beautiful, Lightning
After finding out the secret book with his general skills and quickly stuffing it into his arms, Zhou Yi said to the great monk with a respectful expression:
"Since the master is not far away and is staying here, I'll take my leave..."
"Uh, do you really want to leave?"
Regarding Zhou Yi's no-nonsense results and the fact that he wanted to leave, the great monk couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. The ordinary-looking little guy in front of him gave him the impression that he was not such an easy-to-talk master. The great monk
He was even mentally prepared to fight with this little guy, but Zhou Yi's performance was too unexpected, and the great monk couldn't help but ask such a speech which made people speechless.
"Didn't Master ask me to leave?..."
Zhou Yi had a look of curiosity on his face, as if he was very puzzled that since the great monk asked him to leave, why would he ask such a question at this moment?
"This, this, this poor monk is just asking casually, little benefactor, please be gentle..."
In response to Zhou Yi's doubtful questions, the great monk was a little hesitant in answering. However, if Zhou Yi really wanted to leave, his wish would be granted. Therefore, despite the embarrassment, the great monk extended his hand towards the exit unceremoniously.
That means it is for Zhou Yilu.
After Zhou Yi nodded towards the great monk, he turned around and walked towards behind him. There was almost no pause or hesitation in the process, as if he had really made up his mind to go. But before he had taken a few steps, the great monk behind him couldn't bear it again.
Stop talking loudly:
"Little donor, you are going the wrong way. This is the way out?!"
That's right, Zhou Yi turned around and walked in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion. When he got here, he was facing the seven-story Buddhist pagoda Sutra Pavilion opposite, and the great monk appeared from behind him.
When Zhou Yi faced the great monk, he happened to have his back to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. Now he turned around and walked back, naturally heading towards the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. It was precisely because of this that the great monk couldn't help but remind him.
"I didn't say I wanted to leave. Didn't the master tell me to let me do what I want? Could it be that the master, a monk, also likes to tell lies?!..."
Zhou Yi's face was filled with extremely pure doubts. Seeing the impatient tone in his tone, the great monk couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He secretly blamed himself for not speaking clearly. At the same time, the great monk was being
Zhou Yi was stunned by what he said. Yes, he did say to ask Zhou Yi to help himself, but that meant asking Zhou Yi to leave here, not letting him wander around casually.
How about the profoundness of Chinese writing? A few words in a simple sentence can make people understand several different meanings. Zhou Yi relied on his extreme mind and quick reaction to grasp the words used by the great monk.
.Now the great monk was embarrassed by Zhou Yi. He didn't know how to explain to Zhou Yi at this time.
"The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion is the most important place in my Xiaoxi world. Non-disciples of my Buddhist sect are not allowed to enter this place without permission. Please respect yourself!!"
In the end, the responsibility of guardianship surpassed the great monk's personal reputation. After a little struggle, when he saw Zhou Yi starting to move towards the Sutra Pavilion again, the great monk finally stopped Zhou Yi from moving forward with a serious face and a shameless voice.
You can't really let Zhou Yi break into your protected place like this, right?
"Master, what I mean is that you are lying. It is a violation of the precepts to tell lies..."
Zhou Yi, who was finally stopped from moving forward, couldn't help but feel a little depressed. But when he turned around, he still used the flaw in the monk's previous words to make the case. At this time, he could only make trouble unreasonably, even if he took action.
If you can reason, a great monk who is a disciple of Buddhism will always feel a little guilty, and if he feels guilty, his strength may be compromised. This is Zhou Yi's ultimate goal.
Zhou Yi must enter the Sutra Pavilion, and the great monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion cannot let Zhou Yi in. Therefore, a fight has become inevitable. In fact, Zhou Yi already had it when the great monk appeared.
In preparation for a big fight, if the great monk's strength can be slightly compromised at this time, the benefits will always outweigh the disadvantages for Zhou Yi.
"Hey, it seems that the poor monk can only break the precept once..."
Although the great monk shook his head and sighed, his words were extremely firm. From this, it can be seen that in the great monk's heart, the responsibility of guarding the Sutra Pavilion far exceeds his personal honor and disgrace.
Cloud Turning Palm!!!
Since he was about to break up with Zhou Yi, he had nothing to hesitate. While the great monk was still saying this, Zhou Yi slapped him over with a rude palm. Zhou Yi didn't have any momentum at all with this palm, but he was making a move.
The Shenlong Hegemony has been activated in an instant. Even a casual move can have at least hundreds of thousands or millions of lethal effects. If the great monk is not careful in defense, he will definitely suffer.
The reason why the hegemonic state is activated as soon as he makes a move is because Zhou Yi has not sensed the true cultivation level of the great monk at this time. This at least illustrates one problem. The level of cultivation level of the great monk is definitely much higher than his.
Maybe he is a master-level expert, and if he doesn't use ruthless moves, it won't work on him.
Vajra body protection skill!
Perhaps Buddhist disciples have always been kind-hearted, or perhaps the great monk saw that Zhou Yi was young and did not think he could pose much of a threat to him. Therefore, although the great monk was a little angry at Zhou Yi's surprise attack, he did not take action directly, but chose to use a weapon.
Menshang used body-protecting martial arts to defend himself. However, just such a passive move directly led to his tragic ending.
After Zhou Yi slapped his palm, he had no intention of stopping. Therefore, after the palm that seemed light and gentle but actually contained turbulence, Zhou Yi followed up with a series of more than a dozen pointers!
Star finger! Star finger! Star finger!
Dozens of twinkling fingers were about to point out the point. Zhou Yi immediately turned his hands into fists, crossing his left fist to his right arm, and his right fist to his left arm. Then he quickly flipped left and right and swung around for several weeks before closing in like lightning.
In an instant, red light spread out from his chest, mixed with boundless bloody murderous aura. Zhou Yi punched the great monk fiercely!
God of War Boxing - Bloody Battlefield!!!
At this time, Zhou Yi's cloud-turning palm, which was the first to hit, collided with the great monk's body-protecting energy. With a loud bang, the great monk's body-protecting energy fell as easily as a piece of paper.
It was torn open by Fanyun Palm, and then it was slapped hard on the chest of the great monk while his expression changed dramatically!
Bang!
"So strong and angry!"
—886000!
There was a muffled sound like a broken cattail, and the great monk was already full of surprised exclamations. Along with a group of more than 800,000 qi and blood damage, it floated above the head of the retreating great monk, even though he had been protected by the real body.
The Qi blocked some of the damage, but the damage was still over 800,000, which made the great monk very surprised. This palm caused some internal injuries to him who was unprepared.
But when the great monk raised his head to look at Zhou Yi with a look of surprise, his originally surprised expression suddenly turned livid. When he raised his head, the great monk immediately saw the figure around Zhou Yi.
The sky is filled with blood, and dozens of gorgeous starlights are shining in all directions!
Powerful Vajra Palm!!!
With almost no time to think, the great monk used his best skills almost instinctively. At this moment, he no longer looked down upon the young man in front of him. If he made a mistake today, the great monk would
But it could fall into the hands of the little guy opposite at any time.
Bang bang bang!!!
The giant palm that has always been about the same size as the Great Sumeru Palm appeared and faced the Knockout Star Finger. Unfortunately, the great monk was still too confident in his unique skills, or maybe he was too hasty in his preparation.
Although the power of the palm is not small, it only consumes three or four Star Fingers, and the remaining ten or so unceremoniously hit the great monk who had no time to make a second move!
Bang bang bang!!!
—281000!
—224100!
—261100!
—253900!
As a series of more than 200,000 injuries floated above the great monk's head, his face suddenly turned red, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out. Zhou Yi's attack was too sudden and too decisive, and he did not open it to the great monk at all.
Even if he is a master-level master, if he has a chance of being in the hegemonic state, two to three million of his energy and blood will be wiped out in one breath without turning on his hegemonic body, which is enough for him to suffer serious internal injuries.
But what makes the great monk most desperate is yet to come, because at this time, Zhou Yi followed up with the God of War Fist that he had prepared...
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