The young monk's eyes rolled and he walked towards the backyard with Ye Chen and Jun Wuhui.

The backyard is really not small, like a paradise.

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

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

The water in the pool is clear and there are many goldfish in it, which makes people feel tranquility and comfort.

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

In the pavilion is a middle-aged monk.

The monk was slightly fat, his eyes were closed, and he sat cross-legged on the ground, and kept whispering, as if he was silently reciting the Buddhist scriptures.

"Elder Miyamoto, Elder Miyamoto!"

The young monk shouted softly.

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 said a few words in Japanese language.

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

"Donor, why did you make trouble in Jingguo Temple? Haven't you ever thought about the consequences?"

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

These monks keep up with the times and even speak Chinese. It’s no trouble to use it now!

"You are so fucking funny. Didn't you think about the consequences if you kidnapped us Chinese?"

The middle-aged monk sneered: "This is our territory. It's not your turn to do what you Chinese people are pointing fingers. Donor, I advise you to return to your future lost path, otherwise..."

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Damn it, if you don't let Liu Mingyang go out today, I will smash your temple today and let you monks who chant Buddha's name and have no Buddha in your heart to see it, and it has provoked us Chinese people.

What's the outcome?"

The middle-aged monk's face became cold.

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

As he said that, he waved his hands and slapped him in the direction of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen showed a sneer on his face, and then he punched him even harder.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came out.

The water in the pool also rippled a little.

Monk Miyamoto's face was a little surprised.

"Donor, good skills, let me learn more about the donor's tricks!"

As soon as the words come to an end

Monk Miyamoto stood up suddenly and waved his hands constantly.

A terrifying force emanated from him.

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

The Buddhist beads scattered, forming a pattern of gossip in the air, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Then he came towards Ye Chen and Jun Wuhui.

A powerful pressure instantly filled the area.

Jun Wuhui was a little itchy, so he walked forward and prepared to teach the monk a lesson.

Ye Chen reached out to stop him.

"No regrets, I will have the opportunity to take action later. Let me leave it to you now! We need to fight quickly!"

After saying that, Ye Chen directly blasted out his palm.

The palm wind carried a dragon roar.

A phantom of a mad dragon appeared in the air in an instant and rushed towards the Buddhist beads.

"Break the Crazy Dragon Palm!"

"Dong!"

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

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

"Crack!"

All the Buddhist beads fell on the ground.

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

"I underestimated you!"

As he said that, he then bounced the jade necklaces with strange patterns from his neck and bounced the jade into the air.

"Woo--"

A gloomy cold wind passed by.

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

"It's mysterious!"

Ye Chen's expression was slightly stunned, and then a dark purple pill fire flashed in his palm.

With a point of view, a dark purple flame burned the ghost in the air in a moment.

puff!

This ghost was transformed by the soul of Monk Miyamoto.

The ghost was burned, and he suffered a great backlash. He vomited blood in one mouthful of blood. He stared at Ye Chen with wide eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

"You dare to show off with just a little bit of strength. You're really sick!"

Ye Chen cursed, then his body turned into a flash of lightning and came to Monk Miyamoto, with his right hand in his arms, grabbed his neck and raised him high.

"You really don't learn a lesson. Could it be that you don't know if our Chinese country is not easy to mess with?"

Monk Miyamoto was injured by Ye Chen's pinching and squeezing his body, unable to exert any strength, and his feet were desperately pushing back, his face turned red, his fat face was twisted and deformed a little, and his hands kept pulling Ye Chen.

arm.

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

Monk Miyamoto struggled to put a few words in his hand.

Seeing this, Ye Chen threw Monk Miyamoto to the ground.

Monk Miyamoto gasped heavily.
Chapter completed!