The young monk rolled his eyes and led Ye Chen and Jun Wuhui toward the backyard.

The backyard is really big, like a paradise.

There are countless carvings, and the patterns on the carvings are lifelike, and most of them are related to Buddhist stories.

There is also a pool in the center of the backyard.

The water in the pool is crystal clear and there are many goldfish in it, giving people a sense of tranquility and comfort.

Ye Chen and Jun Wuhui followed the young monk to a pavilion by the pool.

There is a middle-aged monk sitting in the pavilion.

The monk's body is slightly fat, his eyes are closed, he is sitting cross-legged on the ground, and he is still whispering, as if he is reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.

"Elder Miyamoto, Elder Miyamoto!"

The young monk shouted softly a few times.

The middle-aged monk slowly opened his eyes, looked at the young monk, then turned to look at Ye Chen and Jun Wuhui.

The two of them chattered a few words in the Japanese language.

Then, the middle-aged man looked at Ye Chen.

"Donor, why are you making trouble in Jingguo Temple? Have you not thought about the consequences?"

When Ye Chen heard this, he felt a little funny.

These monks have kept pace with the times and can even speak Chinese, so there is no need for trouble now!

"You are so damn funny. Didn't you think about the consequences when you kidnapped us Chinese people?"

The middle-aged monk sneered: "This is our territory. It's not your Chinese people's turn to dictate what to do. Donor, I advise you to know your way back now, otherwise..."

Ye Chen smiled: "Fuck you, if you don't release Liu Mingyang today, I will destroy your temple today and let you monks who chant Buddha in your mouth but have no Buddha in your heart take a look. What's wrong with us Chinese people?"

What will happen?"

The middle-aged monk's face turned cold.

"Since you insist on doing this, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As he said that, he waved his hands and hit Ye Chen with a fierce palm.

A sneer appeared on Ye Chen's face, and then he punched him even more violently.

"boom!"

A muffled sound came out.

The water in the pool also rippled a bit.

Monk Miyamoto looked a little surprised.

"Donor, you have such a good skill, let me teach you some of the great tricks of the benefactor!"

As soon as the words fell

Monk Miyamoto stood up immediately and kept waving his hands.

A terrifying power emanated from his body.

He muttered something, then his body shook and he threw the beads in his hand into the air.

The beads spread out, forming a Bagua pattern in the air, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Then it shrouded in the direction of Ye Chen and Jun Wuhui.

A powerful pressure instantly filled the area.

Jun Wuhui's hands felt a little itchy, so he stepped forward and prepared to teach the monk a lesson.

Ye Chen stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Wu Regrets, you will have a chance to take action later, but leave it to me now! We must fight quickly!"

After saying that, Ye Chen directly struck out with a palm.

The wind in the palm brought with it a dragon roar.

The shadow of a mad dragon instantly appeared in mid-air and rushed towards the Buddha beads.

"Crazy Dragon Palm, break it for me!"

"Boom!"

In a moment, the mad dragon broke through the pattern formed by the beads and attacked in the direction of Monk Miyamoto.

Monk Miyamoto's face was a little flustered, but he still waved his palms to resist.

"Crack!"

All the prayer beads fell to the ground.

Monk Miyamoto's expression changed drastically. He did not expect that the young Chinese man in front of him was so powerful!

"But I underestimated you!"

As he spoke, he took out a string of jade necklaces with strange patterns from around his neck, and flicked the jade necklace into the air.

"Woo-"

A gloomy cold wind passed by.

A terrifying ghost appeared on the jade stone and rushed towards Ye Chen.

"Mysterious!"

Ye Chen looked slightly stunned, and then a dark purple pill fire flashed in his palm.

With a flick of the finger, a dark purple flame instantly burned the ghosts in the air cleanly.

puff!

This ghost is the soul of Monk Miyamoto.

The ghost was burned, and he suffered a huge backlash. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Ye Chen with wide eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You dare to show off with such little strength, you are so fucking sick!"

Ye Chen cursed, then turned into a bolt of lightning and came to Monk Miyamoto. With his right hand, he grabbed his neck and raised him high.

"You guys really don't learn lessons. Don't you know that our country, China, is not easy to mess with?"

Monk Miyamoto was pinched and injured by Ye Chen. He couldn't exert any strength in his body. He kicked his feet back desperately, his face turned red from the pain, his fat face was distorted and a little deformed, and he kept pulling Ye Chen with his hands.

arms.

"Please, please, please, I have something to say."

Monk Miyamoto struggled to hold back a few words.

When Ye Chen saw this, he threw Monk Miyamoto to the ground.

Monk Miyamoto panted heavily.
Chapter completed!