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Du Zhong walked slowly in front of Ye Feng and said with a smile: "Brother Ye, I guessed it right, right? You are the first to be the champion. We will use the round-robin method to deal with you."
Ye Feng gave a thumbs up: "Brother Du's guess is indeed correct."
"You've played two games. Are you tired?"
"It's okay, haven't you noticed that I get more energetic the more I fight?"
"Haha, you look so rosy-cheeked, you are in high spirits, you don't look like someone who has just fought two battles."
"Brother Du, I've hit you, how are you going to fight back?"
"Fight with you? Forget it. We just fought last time. How could I be your opponent? I am not here to fight with you. I just want to chat for a while and let you rest. I have a Qi-boosting pill here. Take it to restore your strength."
"No, I don't feel tired at all. On the contrary, I am full of energy."
"Young man, you have great physical strength. I really envy you."
Du Zhong and Ye Feng were chatting in the competition arena, which caused dissatisfaction from Taoist Chongxu and Zen Master Zhikong.
Taoist Chongxu smiled and said, "Old Du, are you going to fight or not? Speed up, we are still waiting in line here."
"Amitabha, Mr. Du Zhong, time is running out, please don't chat."
Du Zhong smiled and said to Elder Lu beside him: "I admit defeat."
The whole audience was in an uproar. No one expected Du Zhong to admit defeat on his own initiative.
Du Zhong had a fight with Ye Feng and was defeated by Ye Feng's flying sword. Du Zhong still remembers the scene of Ye Feng's flying sword hovering in front of his throat and the cold air piercing his skin.
There is no chance of winning in a sword fight with Ye Feng.
Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the situation and fight with Ye Feng in a boxing match, maybe he would have a chance to win, but after seeing Ye Feng fighting with Mr. Mo Da, he completely gave up this idea.
Even Mr. Mo Da's Wind and Thunder Fist was defeated by Ye Feng, and he was no match for him, so he simply gave up.
Seeing Du Zhong give up and admit defeat, Taoist Chongxu and Zen Master Zhikong showed disdain and helplessness. They still hoped that Du Zhong could consume Ye Feng's physical strength to give them a better chance of winning.
Taoist Chongxu said unwillingly: "Mr. Du, how can you give up? How do you know you can't beat him if you don't fight?"
"We've fought before, and I lost."
Du Zhong's words caused another uproar. It took a lot of courage for a master of ancient martial arts to voluntarily admit that he was defeated by others. Ye Feng gave Du Zhong an admiring glance.
Du Zhong gave up and admitted defeat. Elder Lu continued to announce, holding the list of contestants in his hand and said: "The fourth challenger is from Xuankong Temple..."
Elder Lu specifically confirmed the name on the list: "Master Mingyue from Xuankong Temple."
Ye Feng didn’t know who Master Mingyue was, but he was just surprised that Xuankong Temple had chosen someone else to fight. Could it be that the top master in Xuankong Temple wasn’t Master Zhikong
When they heard the name of Master Mingyue, only a few people who knew who he was were moved. Mr. Mo Da and Du Zhong looked at each other and their expressions became much more serious.
Taoist Master Chongxu asked in a low voice with a fake smile: "Master Zhikong, is Master Mingyue your uncle?"
Zen Master Zhikong clasped his hands together, with a look of pride on his face: "Amitabha, yes, Master Mingyue is my uncle. He was in seclusion for thirty years and came out yesterday."
The smile on Taoist Chongxu's face became even weirder, uglier than crying: "What a coincidence, I came out of retreat yesterday and just happened to catch up with the Ancient Martial Arts Competition, it's great."
Taoist Chongxu said on the surface that it was great, but secretly cursed in his heart, this old bald donkey is so cunning that he actually brought up his uncle. The old guy Mingyue is not dead yet, he is really an immortal old monster. With him around, I am afraid that my challenge to the champion will be in vain.
Knowing yourself and your enemy, you will win every battle. Ye Feng wanted to know more about Master Mingyue.
Knowing that Du Zhong was well-informed, Ye Feng asked Du Zhong in a low voice: "It's really new. Who is this Master Mingyue? Is he more powerful than Master Zhikong?"
Du Zhong's face was solemn. "I have heard of the name of Master Mingyue. That was fifty years ago. He was the uncle of Zen Master Zhikong. His skills were unfathomable and unprecedented. There is a legend about him in Xuankong Temple."
A master with a legend is more interesting than Master Zhikong, which makes Ye Feng more interested.
"Oh, the legend about him?"
"Legend has it that he is a golden-bodied Arhat who has descended to earth."
Ye Feng said with disdain: "Arhat descended to earth? Who cares who he is? If an enemy comes, I will stop him; if a flood comes, I will block it with earth; if a god comes, I will kill him."
"You still have to be more careful."
A Buddhist chant came from far away: "Amitabha."
A skinny old monk came slowly, wearing a yellow monk's robe that had lost its luster. He seemed to be walking slowly, but his feet did not touch the dust while walking. He was like flowing clouds and water, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Only then did I see the monk's face clearly. He was really old and ugly, with wrinkles on his face that could kill a mosquito, and bags under his eyes that were almost pulled onto his cheeks.
What surprised Ye Feng was that the morning sunlight cast a layer of golden light on his bald head. At first glance, it really made people think that it was a golden arhat who had descended to the earth.
The old monk had no weapons, and held a string of Buddhist beads in his bony hands. He clasped his hands together and said in a gentle but very clear voice: "Amitabha, I am the old monk Mingyue, greeting you."
Standing in front of Master Mingyue, Ye Feng unconsciously felt a sense of solemnity and reverence, and even a feeling of wanting to worship him. Could it be that this monk Mingyue was really an arhat who had descended to the earth
A ray of divine power rose from Ye Feng's divine nature, driving away the strange feeling from his mind.
The power of Master Mingyue is unknown, but the power of his incense and vows has reached the level of silently infecting other people's emotions, making people have an urge to worship him.
"Master Mingyue, why don't you find a quiet place to meditate on Buddhism instead of coming here to compete?"
"Amitabha, I have been in seclusion for thirty years, and I also want to do my best for Xuankong Temple. The head monk recommended me to participate in the ancient martial arts competition, so I came here."
"Master Mingyue, you are the challenger, start your challenge."
"Then I won't be polite."
Master Mingyue suddenly straightened up, and a powerful aura burst out from his skinny body, which was even more refined than Mr. Mo Da's internal strength.
The old and frail look from just now disappeared, and the wrinkles on his face were actually stretched out. His whole body swelled up like an inflated balloon, emitting a faint golden light.
"Om, Ma, Ni, Pa, Mi, Hum."
Master Mingyue clasped his hands together, looked serious, closed his eyes and lowered the curtains, and softly recited the Six-Syllable Mantra.
The onlookers did not feel anything when listening to Master Mingyue chanting the Six-Syllable Mantra, but Ye Feng felt a faint fragrance coming from the surroundings, as if countless monks were chanting with Master Mingyue, and there was a pressure like a mountain falling down on his head.
(End of this chapter)