This old monk must be the big shot in Baiyun Temple!
Upon hearing the voice, Ye Feng glanced at Master Jingkong and immediately determined that this guy was a late-stage heavenly-level ancient martial artist.
Being in the late Heavenly Grade, he was considered an extremely remarkable figure in the ancient martial arts world. No wonder he dared to come to me and ask for an explanation.
"You asked me for an explanation, and I just wanted to ask you for an explanation..."
Ye Feng looked at Master Jingkong and shrugged casually, then sneered: "You, my disciple, saw that I had good things on me and tried to rob me without saying a word. It's not unfair for you to be beaten up by me, right? And the monk from Baiyun Temple made things difficult for an orphan and a widow for two hundred yuan. Do you think they behave like monks?"
As soon as these words came out, Monk Mingxin's expression immediately became strange.
Just as Ye Feng said, in the eyes of the world, monks should be compassionate.
But no matter whether it is him or Shi Han from Baiyun Temple, what they do has nothing to do with compassion.
"Amitabha, our lineage practices the Vajra Wrathful Eyes Dharma, which is different from secular Buddhism. We must use the suffering of sentient beings to achieve our supreme karma!"
Master Jingkong, on the other hand, had no strange expression on his face. He looked calm and composed as he spoke calmly.
Damn, this old monk is so shameless that he has the nerve to say such things!
Ye Feng was dumbfounded. In terms of shamelessness alone, this old monk was just as shameless as those Koreans!
"I've given you the explanation you wanted. Can you give me the explanation I want?" After a calm smile, Master Jingkong looked at Ye Feng and said calmly, "I want to know, benefactor, what method did you use to turn a healthy person into one with polio?"
"How should I know..." How could Ye Feng tell the truth? He shrugged casually and said lightly: "You all heard it that day. This incident was the manifestation of the God of Medicine. It has nothing to do with me!"
"Let's not beat around the bush in front of others. Whether it is a punishment from heaven or man-made, I can still tell!" How could Master Jingkong believe what Ye Feng said? He raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice.
In just a few breaths, a disease was transferred to another person out of thin air. Although Master Jingkong claimed to be knowledgeable, he had never heard of such a thing.
The more curious he was, the more he wanted to know how Ye Feng had done this.
Moreover, this secret technique is of great significance to Buddhism. As long as one can master this secret technique and show it to the world, it will make the world believe that miracles really exist in this world, and it will be able to attract a large number of believers.
In this way, the faith and vows that Buddhist disciples can absorb will increase day by day, which will also be of great benefit to improving their strength.
"I don't have time to argue with you. If you're here to apologize to me, then say so and get out of here. If you're here to cause trouble, then don't be too quick. I'm not polite!"
Ye Feng rolled his eyes lazily at Master Jingkong and said with disdain.
He is going to Goryeo tomorrow, and he is in a hurry to find Su Xiaoqin. He really has no time to waste with two monks.
"Apologize to you?" Hearing this, Monk Mingxin could no longer hold back. After a disdainful sneer, he said in a cold voice: "Ye Feng, listen carefully. My master is in the late Heaven Level. If you want to live, you should be honest. Whatever he asks, you should answer honestly. Don't be so smart!"
"Late Heaven Level..." Upon hearing this, Ye Feng immediately put on a look of fear, hunched his arms and said, "So powerful, such a high level of cultivation, I'm so scared..."
"If you know you're afraid, just behave yourself!" Upon seeing this, Monk Mingxin raised his chin with a look of pride on his face.
It looked as if the one who had reached the late heavenly level was not Jingkong, but him.
"I'm so afraid that such a powerful cultivator could be killed by a single slap from me. That would be so much fun..."
But at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly added another sentence in an angry tone.
As soon as these words were spoken, Master Jingkong, who had originally seemed to enjoy Ye Feng's frightened expression, immediately became gloomy.
A late Heavenly Grade warrior was killed with a single slap. This kid was just as Ming Xin said, he was simply too crazy!
"You want to slap me to death? I want to see if your head can withstand a slap from me!"
After a cold smile, Master Jingkong appeared in front of Ye Feng like a ghost.
What a fast movement!
Ye Feng couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this. The body movements of this Master Jingkong could be said to be the fastest among all the ancient martial artists he had ever seen, second only to the Luoyan Step that he was practicing.
"Mr. Ye, are you scared? This is the unique body movement technique of our Xuankong Temple, Crossing the River with a Reed. Our master has practiced to the point where he can easily cross the vast river with just a piece of floating wood! If you know what's good for you, admit defeat quickly and behave yourself!"
Upon seeing this, Monk Mingxin immediately said loudly with pride.
"Boy, take this slap from me!" At the same time, Master Jingkong's expression suddenly became solemn, and a look of compassion flashed in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He then slapped Ye Feng on the chest.
The scent of incense and prayer power? !
As the palm wind blew, Ye Feng immediately smelled a strange scent like sandalwood from Master Jingkong's body. This scent was exactly the same as the scent of the power of vows emanating from the crystal ball.
"Mr. Ye, I will make you understand clearly today. This palm of my master is called the palm of great mercy and compassion, which is the most powerful skill of Xuankong Temple! The power of this palm is extraordinary. With one palm strike, it can send people to the Western Paradise, hence the name of great mercy and compassion!"
Monk Mingxin seemed to be addicted to being a commentator. When he saw Master Jingkong take action, he told Ye Feng the name of this move.
After he finished speaking, Monk Mingxin clasped his hands in front of his chest with an eager look on his face, as if he had already seen the tragic scene of Jingkong's palm coming down and Ye Feng spitting out blood and falling to the ground.
What the hell is the Great Compassion Palm? The name of this thing is just like the nature of these monks, they say "compassion" with their mouths but have evil thoughts in their hearts.
Ye Feng snorted coldly, without saying anything, he turned his hand and slapped towards the palm shadow of Jingkong.
boom!
It happened in a flash, and in an instant, Ye Feng and Jingkong's palms met in the air. After a muffled sound, Ye Feng's five fingers did not even tremble, and firmly grasped Jingkong's wrist!
What?!
When this scene appeared, Monk Mingxin couldn't help but gasp.
There have always been only souls of people who died in vain under the palm of great compassion, but today, the palm of the master was actually caught by this kid!
(End of this chapter)