The man looked at Miffel and asked, "Girl, do you know me?"
Seeing how crazy he was, Miffel nodded and said, "Well, I know you, but I can't remember your name."
The man said: "My name is Dujie, which is a Buddhist name. I have long forgotten my lay name."
Miffel suddenly realized it and said: "Oh, yes, yes, you are the master of tribulation! You are so good. I looked for you everywhere last year. Who knew you were hiding here!"
Dujie frowned and said: "This is wrong again. I have been trapped here for more than fifty years. How can you recognize me?"
Miffel was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that this lunatic would wake up again at this moment.
At this moment, Lang Zixuan suddenly remembered someone and asked: "Excuse me, old gentleman, there was a master of overcoming tribulations in Shaolin Temple back then, known as the Old Man of Ice. Is it you?"
Dujie looked at Lang Zixuan, his eyes suddenly became confused, and said: "Old Man Bing? No one has mentioned it for a long time!"
Lang Zixuan said: "More than fifty years ago, there was an elder in Shaolin Temple called Master Dujie. At that time, he practiced both internal and external skills, and his martial arts could be said to be at the pinnacle. Because his famous stunt was the self-created Black Ice Cold Palm, he was known as
He is known as Old Man Bing. He was originally a highly respected master, but later there were rumors that he went crazy while practicing martial arts, and later left the Shaolin Temple and disappeared. There were also rumors that he was seen in the Han Kingdom, but disappeared again later.
I heard the news, but I don’t know if it’s you?”
"Crazy, Old Man Ice? Black Ice Palm?" Dujie suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed on the ice on the ground, saying, "Is it this Black Ice Palm?"
There was a sound of "clack", and the ice on the ground cracked like lightning, extending from his palm, and even the ice under Lang Shuoyang's feet also cracked.
Lang Shuoyang's self-control is extraordinary, but if he was asked to hit the ice with his palm, it would probably be just a piece of broken ice. The entire room was more than 200 square meters, and it was almost shattered with one palm. It was unbelievable!
Everyone said nothing and looked at this weird old man.
Dujie looked up at the ceiling, thoughtfully, and then said after a while: "I remembered, I am Dujie from Shaolin Temple. After I left the Shaolin Temple, I lived with my apprentice Lietian for a while!"
Lang Shuoyang interrupted: "Is this Elder Lietian from Ci'en Temple in Wuhu Mountain?" Thinking of Monk Tuishan's palm power, although it was amazing, it was incomparable to this master of transcending tribulations.
Du Jie nodded: "Yes, it turns out you know him too. It's not easy!"
Lang Shuoyang looked at Dujie's broken leg and asked: "Master is a great master, why did he end up like this?"
Miffel also said: "Yes, why do you come here to eat rats? Is it because you have broken the precept of eating rats, so you have no face to see others?"
Lang Zixuan glared at Miffel, knowing that this old man was the Shaolin Tribulation Master, she felt a little respect in her heart and didn't want Miffel to talk nonsense.
Du Jie said: "What's so delicious about rat meat? I originally wanted to practice some magic. Do you know that it is difficult for martial arts to reach a certain level and then go further? Moreover, although martial arts can strengthen the body, it cannot lead to immortality. So,
, I want to contact the magic!
I was traveling at the foot of the mountain and met a Taoist named Wei Tian. His Taoism was indeed superb..."
At this time, Miffel wanted to interrupt and say that Wei Tian was a ghost who knew Taoism, but was pulled by Lang Zixuan and did not say anything.
Du Jie continued: "I stayed with him for three days and three nights, discussing with each other. Later, he asked me to take the elixir he refined, saying that I could live forever. I admired his Taoism and believed in him deeply.
But I didn't expect that after a few days of serving, I would suffer from madness and violently beat up my disciples.
Later I woke up and saw that several disciples had died due to serious injuries. I had no shame in staying in Shaolin anymore, so I went down the mountain and left. From then on, my madness waxed and waned..."
"Are you feeling ill now?" Miffel couldn't help but ask.
Du Jie ignored her at all and looked at the ceiling to talk. Miffel quietly said to Lang Shuoyang: "It seems that he is also in the stage of illness now, so be careful."
Du Jie continued: "I lived with Lietian for a while. He was once my direct disciple. He had a violent temper and always offended people. Later, he had a disagreement with other monks in Shaolin, so he left Shaolin and joined Wuhushanmen.
Next, I will never mention that I graduated from Shaolin.
I stayed with him for a while, and I went crazy again and injured Lietian. Then I went down the mountain and wandered around. Later in Hanguo, I met Weitian again, and I reprimanded him for giving me fake medicine.
The two of us started fighting when we had a disagreement. We fought all day and night, but I didn't even hit the corner of his clothes. Although I was full of energy, he couldn't get close to me. But after a day and night, I was very tired, but I saw
There was no trace of fatigue on his part, but he was still in high spirits. If I continued to play like this, I would definitely lose my strength. So I stopped and wanted to compete with him.
In the palm strength competition, he struck out with one palm, and strong winds blew up, causing sand and rocks to fly. In the lightness kung fu competition, he could stand on the water and fly in mid-air. I originally thought I was invincible, but how could I have imagined that I would be defeated by a Taoist priest?
I was convinced that I had lost. So I fulfilled my oath. Before the competition, we had said that whoever loses should obey the other's arrangements and not resist.
He did not kill me, but asked me to cut off my legs and go to the underground tower of the Falling Pagoda Temple. I was never allowed to come out unless the tower collapsed. You know, this tower is originally deep underground. How to collapse it? Can you tell me?
How can I fail?" Du Jie said this and became a little manic.
Lang Shuoyang waited for him to yell a few words and then asked: "Excuse me, master, where is Fo Tian now?"
Du Jie suddenly asked, "Are you from Maoshan?"
Lang Shuoyang nodded: "Really, I and Master Zixuan are both disciples of Maoshan!"
Du Jie laughed loudly: "Fo Tian told me today that as long as I kill the Maoshan disciples, killing them one by one on sight, I can regain my freedom!"
Lang Zixuan said: "Master Dujie, as a master of the first generation, you are tricked by a ghost, don't you feel ashamed?"
"Ghost? Who is the ghost?"
"Guitian is from the Ming Dynasty. He is basically a ghost king. If you compare his lightness skills with him, his body is naturally not as light as that of an ethereal ghost. Compared with his palm power, he can control the wind and rain. It is not his palm power that beats you. You lose in magic.
, It’s not about martial arts. I heard my master say before that it’s a pity that Master Dujie, who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, is too simple-minded. He has devoted himself to martial arts all his life and doesn’t understand the principles of human relations in the world. It seems that what he said is true!”
When Du Jie heard this, he looked confused: "Guitian is a ghost, how is that possible? His hand feels warm when I hold it?"
Lang Shuoyang saw Master Dujie's face changing between good and evil, and was afraid that he would get angry and hurt someone. He took two steps forward and stood in front of him. He suddenly felt a hint of yin energy mixed with the cold air from the ice.