The divine power in Ye Feng's godhead rose again, and the luck method of piercing the stone quickly replayed in his mind. It seemed that he had found the place where the first finger of piercing the stone had failed just now. He quickly modified the luck route and pointed out with another finger: "Piercing the Stone Two Finger."
A surging energy shot out from the tip of the index finger and hit the center of Master Mingyue's palm.
Boom! A golden light suddenly flashed across Master Mingyue's palm, still blocking all of Ye Feng's finger force. A look of surprise flashed across his old face.
Master Mingyue's wrist trembled a little.
The power of the second finger was obviously much greater than that of the first finger, even surpassing Master Mingyue's Flower-Picking Finger.
Master Mingyue was full of curiosity and disbelief. "How is it possible? You are also doing the Flower Picking Finger? Although the posture is similar, it doesn't feel like the Flower Picking Finger. Without years of practice, how can your finger be so powerful? Monks don't talk nonsense. You must have just learned this finger technique."
Just as Master Mingyue said, without sufficient experience, it is impossible to condense the internal force at the fingertips in an instant and release it to achieve maximum lethality.
Ye Feng's finger seemed to be pointing casually, but he actually used more than ten kinds of exhalation methods, integrating the method of breathing through stones into his fingers. Only then could the divine power in his body be condensed from the whole body to the fingertips and shot out instantly.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "Of course I just learned it, and I learned it from you. If it's not the Flower Picking Finger, what else could it be?"
Ye Feng's fingers were like picking flowers, and another finger pierced through the stone. Master Mingyue's palm was shining with golden light, and he received all the finger force.
Master Mingyue received Ye Feng's Stone-piercing Finger. He was amazed at first, but soon he seemed to understand something. He chanted the Buddha's name loudly and said with relief: "Amitabha, I understand. You really just learned the finger technique from me. Although your finger is like picking flowers, the energy in it is completely different from my Flower-picking Finger. It is a kind of profound energy. The young donor is really a genius. I admire you. I admire you."
Although Ye Feng borrowed the Flower-Picking Finger from Master Mingyue's finger technique, the energy inside it was the stone-piercing power of the Thai Emperor's Four Strikes.
Ye Feng was very curious about the golden light coming out of Master Mingyue's skinny palm. He asked with a smile: "Master, is your palm made of gold? You didn't get hurt at all after I hit you with my finger. You are amazing. This move of yours is very beautiful, shining with golden light. What's its name?"
Master Mingyue's eyes flashed with a rather proud look: "Amitabha, thank you for the compliment, young donor. This move of mine is called the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, and it is a new skill that I have mastered during this retreat."
Although Ye Feng didn't like Master Zhikong, he liked Master Mingyue a little. Master Mingyue was not as scheming as Master Zhikong. Instead, he was straightforward and said what he thought.
He joked, "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art? Does it mean that no matter how hard you hit it, it can't be broken?"
Master Mingyue nodded: "That's a bit of the meaning."
"Then I want to try and see if your newly acquired Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill lives up to its name or not?"
Master Mingyue's eyes became fiery. Ever since he had cultivated the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, he had always felt a sense of loss in his heart. After thirty years of seclusion, people of their generation were basically gone, and it seemed that they had no opponents for a while.
But the child in front of him, just after seeing him use the Flower-Picking Finger, actually learned it secretly. Of course, he only learned the form, but the surging energy in his fingers put his Vajra Indestructible Skill to a severe test.
Master Mingyue suppressed his excitement and clasped his hands together with a respectful look: "Amitabha, little donor, it seems that you haven't tried your best. How about we both use what we have learned in our life and have a good fight?"
Ye Feng also felt the same excitement. Sometimes, it felt good to find an equally powerful opponent to fill the emptiness and loneliness in his heart.
"Okay, let's have a good fight."
Master Mingyue closed his eyes, drew the curtain, and clasped his hands together, as if an old monk in meditation. He stood there like a thousand-year-old pine tree, the strong wind blowing his simple monk's robe and ruffling his snow-like long beard.
Boom! Ye Feng suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet. The sky, the sun, the clouds, and the blue sky all lost their colors. Only Master Mingyue in front of him became energetic.
A faint golden light emanated from his limbs and bones. His body was gradually growing larger, and his appearance was solemn and dignified, making people feel awe and admiration.
A Buddhist chant sounded from outside the nine heavens, accompanied by the soft and pleasant sound of chanting.
The Master Mingyue in front of him was surrounded by layers of golden light. He was no longer the skinny and ugly old monk, but had transformed into a burly and strong arhat.
Ye Feng stared at Master Mingyue in a daze. These were not illusions, nor were they real. These were what he saw with his divine eyes and what he perceived with his spiritual sense.
In the eyes of all the onlookers, on the field, Master Mingyue was still the skinny and ugly old monk, standing motionless with his eyes closed and curtains drawn. Ye Feng also stood there with his eyes closed and motionless.
But the two people's thoughts were already fighting each other in another space. That was a world of thoughts belonging only to Ye Feng and Master Mingyue.
In Ye Feng's divine eyes, Master Mingyue had transformed into a real arhat with Buddha's light shining upon him. He was more than ten feet tall, with muscles as strong as rocks, and he stood in front of Ye Feng with an imposing manner.
It seems that the legend about Master Mingyue is true and not groundless.
Ye Feng took a deep breath, and the power of his godhead suddenly expanded. The calm blood of the ancient gods began to boil.
Master Mingyue's true body was surprised. What kind of power was this? It was beyond the scope of the human body. This was definitely not ordinary magic power, but a power that even Buddha could not match.
Could it be that this kid is actually a god
It's impossible. In ancient Taicang, when Buddha was just born, the gods disappeared from the earth.
No matter what kind of power it is, Master Mingyue cannot fall behind.
He clenched his fists, his pupils suddenly widened, a ball of golden light burst out from his eyes, and the golden light all over his body was like the sun's rays, shooting out in all directions.
"Is this the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?"
Ye Feng became extremely excited, his blood was flowing rapidly in his body like ignited explosives. Under the divine power, his body began to swell. Although he did not grow as tall as Master Mingyue, he was still about 20 or 30 feet tall.
A powerful will to fight suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. Under the guidance of the gods' secret arts and war, the divine power within the godhead increased exponentially like the Yangtze River bursting its banks.
It was a domineering and war force that shook the heavens and the earth and made the gods and ghosts weep.
A fighting spirit that cannot be saved regardless of life or death or reincarnation.
An undying will to split mountains and destroy everything, war.
Finally, he could fight with all his strength, and the flying sword slowly rose from his palm.
In that crystal clear flying sword, the blue, red and gold colors flowed slowly, which was magnificent and revealed a daunting aura of pressure.
(End of this chapter)