The young monk looked extremely simple, wearing a patchwork green monk's clothes and a pair of braided straw sandals at his feet. He could be said to have two sleeves of breeze in the true sense, and he was impoverished.
He has a handsome face, and his bronze skin shows that he has been exposed to wind and rain all year round. He looks honest and honest, but he also faintly exudes the radiance of Buddha nature that makes people awe-inspiring.
This is none other than Di Kong, the direct disciple of Master Kuzhu.
Ye Junlang was stunned. He couldn't even react to the call of "junior uncle".
He was sure that he didn't recognize the young monk in front of him. He seemed to be about the same age as this young monk. Why did he call him "junior uncle"?
Uncle? Do you look that old?
"Master...are you calling me?" Ye Junlang asked.
"Little Master Uncle, the monk's Dharma name is Di Kong. Just call the Poor Monk Di Kong." Di Kong saw Ye Junlang's confusion, and he continued, "Master Kuzhu is Di Kong's master. Enter.
Before retreating to the Holy Land, Dikong had already met the young master. He also saw the photo of the young master on his cell phone, so he recognized the young master as soon as he saw him."
After Dikong said this, Ye Junlang immediately turned around.
Master Kuzhu calls Old Man Ye his junior uncle, and Master Kuzhu’s disciple Di Kong calls himself his junior junior uncle. Logically, it seems to be the same thing.
Ye Junlang was very happy to have such a nephew added out of thin air, especially in this current situation.
Being able to enter a holy place of retreat must be extraordinary. Ye Junlang could also sense that in addition to being filled with a layer of Buddha-nature, the ground and sky itself also had an extremely powerful martial arts aura restrained in his heart.
Immediately, Ye Junlang looked at Xuanyuan Yanhuang and the Demon Saint Son, and asked: "I wonder if Junior Dikong has the heart to conquer demons?"
"Amitabha!" Dikong proclaimed the Buddha's name, lowered his head slightly, like a Bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows, and continued, "If you want to succumb to demons, Buddha can also turn into a diamond with angry eyes."
"Hahaha——" Ye Junlang burst into laughter, his heroic and hearty laughter soaring into the sky. His own fighting spirit was also rising steadily, and he said with great arrogance, "Then you, my uncle and my nephew will be here today."
Let’s fight together!”
"good!"
Dikong opened his mouth, and when he raised his head again, he was like the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, with a determination of "If I don't go to hell, who will?" and even more of a determination of "Unless hell is empty, I vow not to."
Determination to become a Buddha!
The appearance of Dikong really disrupted the plans of Xuanyuan Yanhuang and the Demon Saint Son. Since these alien disciples in the ancient martial arts world, such as Qi Zigui, Dikong did not participate in the competition for the Young Dragon List, so whether it was
Neither Qi Zi Hui nor Di Kong is ranked on the young dragon list.
But the talented disciples on the young dragon list in the ancient martial arts world all know that the strength of Qi Zigui, Di Kong and the others can definitely rank among the top five on the young dragon list, or even be stronger.
Dikong has always lived in seclusion in the Kuchan Temple. When he goes out, he is like an ascetic, walking in a cold and miserable place to preach sermons and save all sentient beings. He rarely interacts with the talented disciples in the ancient martial arts world.
Therefore, Xuanyuan Yanhuang and others did not have a deep understanding of Dikong. They only heard that Dikong had the fate of Ksitigarbha, which was extremely extraordinary in terms of wisdom and qualifications. Furthermore, any disciple who came out of Kuchan Temple should not be ignored.
You must know that the supreme body of the King Kong state, which is known as unrivaled in the ancient martial arts world, originated from Kuchan Temple.
"Monk Dikong, it is said that the general trend is the direction of the people! Ye Junlang is destined to be unable to save anyone. If you persist in your persistence, you may die here!" The Demon Saint said coldly.
"Amitabha!" Dikong spoke, and then said, "Life and death are determined by fate. If it is for the purpose of subduing demons, there will be no regrets in dying. The devil's aura, the benefactor of the Demon Saint Son, is mighty and violent, so let the poor monk dissolve the demon aura for you.
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As he spoke, Dikong clasped his hands together, and the radiance of Buddha nature rose up all over his body. The suppressed martial arts aura was suddenly released, rising steadily, and impressively reached the high level of the Martial Ancestor Realm.
Dikong found his own opportunity in the Holy Buddha Temple in the West. He chanted sutras and meditated in the Holy Buddha Temple, which made his own Buddhism transparent and broke through the confinement of martial arts.
He has just entered the high level of the Martial Ancestor Realm, and is still far away from reaching the peak of the Martial Ancestor Realm.
No matter what, it is also the strength of a high-level Martial Ancestor Realm. In addition, it comes from Kuchan Temple, which cannot be underestimated.
The Demon Saint Son got angry. He didn't expect that Di Kong was the kind of monk who would fight if they disagreed. He just said a word of warning, and now Di Kong seemed to be the one who was bound to clear hell.
Like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he approached him with a determined fighting spirit.
"Bald man, if you don't drink the fine wine during the toast, then I will make it happen for you!"
The Demon Saint Son's eyes turned cold, and the demonic aura surged all over his body. His own Soaring Snake destiny appeared faintly, and with the blessing of the Soaring Snake's power, a layer of khaki air flowed all over his body.
Whoosh!
The Demon Saint Son moved and rushed over at lightning speed. The demonic energy surged and rolled in. He evolved his fists and formed an indestructible stream of fist energy, attacking towards the ground and air.
"Roar!"
The ground and sky suddenly roared, like the roar of a Buddhist lion, the sound was like thunder, and he raised his eyes angrily, as if he was about to transform into the angry-eyed Vajra that slays demons.
Immediately afterwards, Dikong clenched his fists with both hands, and a powerful and powerful dark energy swept out, condensing on his fist posture. He faced the fist, and every punch contained a boundless righteousness.
Powerful.
Prajna Dragon Elephant Fist!
The Supreme Kung Fu of Kuchan Temple, as the name suggests, has the power of dragon and elephant.
Prajna Dragon Elephant Fist has ten levels in total. Each level has the power of one dragon and one elephant. When you practice to the tenth level, you will have the power of ten dragons and ten elephants. When the time comes, the fist will be enough to shake the world!
Seeing that Di Kong was already fighting against the Demon Saint, Ye Junlang said to Bai Xian'er: "Fairy Bai, take Greedy Wolf and the others away first. As long as Di Kong helps me, nothing will happen."
Bai Xian'er nodded, she took Wolf Boy and Liu Ziyang and left quickly.
After Bai Xian'er and others left, Ye Junlang no longer had any worries in his heart. His eyes darkened and he stared at Xuanyuan Yanhuang and Qi Zigui, who was seriously injured, and said: "Let's continue the battle between us! So-called
The first person on the Young Dragon List, in my opinion, is nothing more than that."
"It's just the end of a strong crossbow, and you're talking nonsense! With my power, it's enough to suppress you!"
Xuanyuan Yanhuang opened his mouth, and he approached Ye Junlang. His own murderous intention rose fiercely, and the rolling imperial power swept over him. The energy and blood in his body was like the resurrection of the real dragon, appearing behind him, and a huge
There is an aura of invincibility.
"This time, I will kill you!"
Xuanyuan Yanhuang spoke indifferently, and he moved towards Ye Junlang again.