Behind him, Han Xiu's gaze was even more interesting.
What did I see? I actually saw fear in his eyes!
You know, even though I beat him up before, he never looked like this!
It seems that something extraordinary must have happened during our arena match, and this incident happens to be related to me.
Thinking of this, I almost subconsciously thought of King Kong and his last look that seemed like relief.
So I started looking for him in the crowd around me. After all, with the end of the arena competition, everyone who entered that space will be teleported to this square.
As a participant in the final battle, King Kong just came out a few breaths earlier than me, so he should be here.
However, no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find even a person who looked like a monk, let alone King Kong.
Since I don't believe in evil, I also used the air-control method that became more powerful after the fusion during this process, but I still gained nothing.
It's like they never existed!
Because there is not even a trace of Buddhist energy found in the entire academy, it is the same as before I entered the arena space.
When I noticed all this, I couldn't help but frown slightly. It seemed that this thing was just as I expected, and it was absolutely unusual!
"I didn't expect you really did it..." In the end, it was Dewey who spoke first, bringing me back to reality.
His tone was full of disbelief!
"Brother Dewey, what have I done? Where are those Buddhist people? Where is King Kong?" I asked, pretending not to know.
"You defeated him, the Buddhist disciple who claimed the name King Kong!" Dewey said, picking up the wine gourd in his hand and taking a few sips.
"You are the first person in the history of the academy to defeat him with his Taichu body!" He said, with a rare hint of drunkenness in his words.
"What about the King Kong man?" I gradually felt that something was wrong and asked quickly.
"At the Induction Temple!" said Dewey.
"What!" I exclaimed directly. The answer was really beyond my expectation.
Today, I am no longer the country boy who knew nothing when I first came out of the wilderness. I also know a little bit about common sense knowledge that is widely circulated in the world.
Where is the Inspiring Temple? It is one of the highest holy places in Buddhism today, and it has the same status as Yimen under our Confucian sect.
The temple is even more far away from here. There are countless large states in between, and there are endless wilderness between them.
But Dewey said that the Vajra people are in the Sensing Temple. How can this not scare me?
After all, I just fought against him!
Facing my questioning gaze, Dewey let out a long sigh and did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the gourd in his hand and took several large gulps in succession.
When I looked at Han Xiu, he actually looked a little overwhelmed and kept looking around.
Seeing them like this, I became more and more anxious, feeling that there must be something fishy about this.
Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly saw someone walking out of the crowd.
"Let me tell you! It's really difficult for them to talk about this matter, because they don't know much about it!" The speaker was an old man. He was like a sharp sword unsheathed, moving at the pace of a tiger.
Walk straight towards me.
"Disciple Dewey, meet the sect master!"
"Disciple Han Xiu, meet the sect master!"
Sensing the old man's approach, both Dewey, who was busy drinking, and Han Xiu, who looked to the left and right for cover, stopped their performances and hurriedly paid their respects.
When the old man waved his hand nonchalantly and signaled them to get up, he had already walked in front of me.
"Little friend Dongfang, I am the master of the Poetry Sect of Qitian Academy, Ouyang Hao!" The old man looked at me with interest and said with a smile: "If you have any questions, just ask! I will tell you everything I know!"
Hearing his voice, my mind suddenly became clear.
I can't help it, this voice is too familiar.
During the previous arena battle, it appeared in my ears more than once. It was the elder of the college who stopped me from using uncontrollable tricks!
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the head of the Poetry sect among the six sects of Poetry, Calligraphy, Li, Yi, Yue, and Spring and Autumn in Qitian Academy!
Obviously, Ouyang Hao also noticed something strange about me and knew that I had recognized him, so the smile on his face became even bigger.
"What's going on with the Buddhist King Kong I'm fighting against?" Facing the confident Ouyang Hao, I thought about it and asked directly.
I understand that not all questions need to be tactful, and not all situations are suitable for circumlocution.
Many times, asking questions directly will produce better results.
Especially when the other party is a powerful person, he can answer you better only if you ask clearly.
Of course, the most important thing is that this can reduce his room for being careless as much as possible.
Perhaps because he didn't expect me to be so direct, Ouyang Hao looked at me meaningfully and nodded repeatedly.
"I expected that my little friend would definitely ask this question, and it turned out to be true! Since you have already asked, I will tell you this old story and let everyone listen together!"
"It just so happens that with the arrival of little friend Dongfang, this matter has come to an end!"
Ouyang Hao said as he flicked his long sleeves, turned around and faced the students around him.
As he narrated, a past event buried in history gradually appeared before everyone's eyes. The twists and turns of the process and the bizarre plot deeply surprised everyone present.
More importantly, in this incident, the proud Qitian Academy actually suffered a big loss, so that everyone's emotions were aroused, and everyone's breathing rhythm was more or less different.
Speed up.
Sure enough, the King Kong I fought against was not a real person, but an illusory character restored with energy based on the memories engraved in the arena space.
And this memory can also be said to have been left behind intentionally by King Kong, otherwise everything would not be so real!
I believe this, otherwise the illusory King Kong at the last moment would never have imprinted the scriptures of the Golden Body Technique into my mind.
Only if he actively cooperated back then could he accomplish this perfectly.
So much so that the energy that simulates his body contains the most authentic Buddhist light he left behind back then!
From the introduction of Sect Leader Ouyang, I learned that this Vajra is a unique talent from the Sensing Temple. In particular, his source of origin happens to be the attribute of Vajra that is hard to find in the world, which makes him particularly suitable for practicing the Golden Body Art of Buddhism.
Hundreds of years ago, King Kong, who had just reached the Taichu state, traveled around the world under the leadership of his master's elders, visited various large and small sects along the way, and competed with the leaders of the same state in each sect. (To be continued.