Under the illumination of the setting sun, the entire ancient temple looked like a silhouette floating on the floating clouds, looking extremely silent and solemn.

Yang Xiaokang stepped forward slowly, and while ringing the door knocker, he found that the bells in the temple were also ringing, like an ancient mantra, ringing slowly, the sound was deep and mysterious, as if it could cleanse people's souls.

Immediately, a young novice came to open the door and said politely but coldly:

"Donor, the time for weddings in this temple is on the first and fifteenth day of each month. No visitors will be seen during the rest of the time."

After saying that, he didn't respond at all and wanted to close the door directly.

Yang Xiaokang smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to hold the door knocker. The young novice suddenly realized that the door seemed to be heavy and could not be closed at all.

Yang Xiaokang didn't say much. He just waved his sleeves and drove in. The little novice stumbled away and started shouting:

"Donor, don't push in!"

When Yang Xiaokang, the uninvited guest, arrived in front of the main hall of the temple, two monks in gray clothes who heard the shouts had already rushed out. One of the middle-aged monks, with a face as heavy as water, put one palm up on his chest and said coldly:

"Donor, you have crossed the line."

Yang Xiaokang said calmly:

"Where is the boundary?"

The middle-aged monk didn't say much, and aimed a palm at Yang Xiaokang's face and pressed him over.

In terms of moves, this palm is really ordinary and nothing remarkable. However! The distance between the middle-aged monk and Yang Xiaokang is more than four meters!

This can only mean one thing, the middle-aged monk actually uses the Splitting Air Palm which is the most difficult and even more difficult to practice well.

This palm technique consumes a lot of internal energy, and its power is very small at the beginning.

How small can it be? It can be so small that it can be blown out by the wind of your palm from a foot away.

Therefore, there are very few people who practice it. Because of this, few people know that the power of Splitting the Sky Palm will suddenly change. Once it is fully achieved, even if it does not destroy the heaven and earth, it will shake the world.

At this time, what this monk was using was Dacheng’s Sky-Splitting Palm!!

Fortunately, the monk didn't want to cause trouble, so when he took action, he had the intention of only making Yang Xiaokang suffer a little. He didn't go all out, but he also knocked the abyss lord away.

However, on such an occasion, Yang Xiaokang was able to use all his strength. After landing, he rolled over and roared loudly.

This roar is the lion's roar skill inherited from Long Ahong's family!!

Suddenly, the monk felt severe pain in his eardrums and couldn't help but blink.

Although Yang Xiaokang is not as talented as Long Ahong, who can master the lion's roar skill, which is not particularly outstanding, to the point of perfection.

But he was just trying to cover up the abnormality of using the equipment's abilities. In fact, he had already approached the monk in an instant and touched his chest with one finger.

This point out that it can only be described by the four words "plundering like fire".

In the eyes of the middle-aged monk, he saw five or six transformed Yang Xiaokang approaching in an instant. He was so shocked that he could not react at all, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

That kind of pain is as severe as if the soul is about to be torn apart!

Even though he had been practicing Qing Dynasty for many years, he still couldn't suppress the pain coming from his soul. He held his chest and groaned.

Such a big event happened here, which immediately alerted the monks inside. Soon, seven or eight monks poured out from inside. Some were holding sticks, some were making fists, and some were holding benches with both hands - yes,

It is indeed a bench. There is a bench skill in Shaolin Temple.

Obviously, this group of people looked over with hatred.

The next person who appeared was a monk in his fifties, wearing a cassock. He glanced at his fellow disciple who was covering his chest and groaning on the ground, then looked at Yang Xiaokang, and then said slowly:

"Amitabha, I am Hui'an, the benefactor came to our temple for no reason and hurt people. What is the reason for this?"

Yang Xiaokang said:

"I came here to find someone, but as soon as we met, this great monk hit me with his air-splitting palm and didn't even give me a chance to speak."

Hui'an said:

"Who are you looking for?"

Yang Xiaokang said:

"Vanxiong."

Speaking of which, he added seriously:

"Tiantai Mountain, Shingon Sect, Fanxiong."

Hui'an was startled for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said:

"We don't have this person here."

Yang Xiaokang closed his eyes and suddenly opened his mouth and said:

"All appearances are false. If you see all appearances as non-appearances, then you will see the Tathagata."

When he said this, people's eyes widened as soon as he opened his mouth, because from the first word, Yang Xiaokang's voice was filled with an indescribable power, which made people feel that the body, mind and soul were resonating.

What's even more exaggerated is that when the last four words were spoken, it was like the climax of a song. The power inside burst out instantly, giving everyone around him a clear vision: a majestic and tall figure.

A huge statue of Buddha descended from the sky.

After Yang Xiaokang finished saying these words, the surroundings suddenly seemed extremely quiet, as if all the noise around him had been expelled and blocked out.

The sun shines down from the dome of the main hall and falls into the dusty air, adding a bit of sanctity and tranquility to the temple. The walls of the temple are covered with moss and vines, and every brick and tile is full of traces of history.

, my mind was completely emptied, and I could even feel the mystery and depth from afar.

Such a mind-attacking secret technique has only a mediocre effect on space warriors, but it is deeply shocking to these local residents.

Immediately afterwards, a monk ran out panting from the side. There was even dirt on his hem. It was obvious that he fell down while running.

For martial arts masters, running and wrestling is almost impossible. This shows that the monk was in a complicated mood at this time!

As soon as the monk appeared, he immediately looked at Yang Xiaokang, and then said in shock:

"Who are you, and why do you know the secret sound chanting method of our Shingon sect? And you have also reached the state where everything is silent once the mantra is spoken!!"

Yang Xiaokang shook his head slightly and said:

"What's the great monk's name?"

The monk said:

"My name is Fanxi."

Yang Xiaokang said:

"I'm not using secret chanting."

Fan Xi had an expression of disbelief on his face, but before he could speak, a loud voice came from behind:

"This is nonsense! Do you know what you are talking about?"

Yang Xiaokang turned his head and looked at the owner of the voice. He was a majestic monk. If he had a beard and hair, it would immediately remind people of the ancient generals who held a broadsword and marched forward indomitably!

Seeing this person, a smile appeared on Yang Xiaokang's lips. The real person he was looking for finally appeared.

"Are you Fanxiong?"

Fanxiong is none other than the current head of the Tiantai Mountain Shingon Sect. He has a very high prestige and is well-known in the world.

This time he also got a World Hero ticket and came to participate in the martial arts competition. However, yesterday he encountered a popular player: Wudang Xie Tianming, and was defeated by his turtle and snake sword.

However, even Xie Tianming himself admitted that he took advantage of the group competition. If he faced the enemy in the wild, Fanxiong's chance of winning would be 60%.

The Lord of the Abyss had already found out about this matter, and now he suffered from Fang Linyan's scheme, so he gave priority to the Shingon Sect to expand his strength.

After listening to Yang Xiaokang's question, Fanxiong said:

"Yes, I am Fanxiong, who are you?"

Yang Xiaokang looked into the distance and said in a distant tone:

"My name in my previous life was Subhuti."

Who is Subhuti? He is the founder of the Shingon Sect. All martial arts and Buddhism are inherited from him.

After hearing Yang Xiaokang's words, Fanxiong and others were immediately shocked and angry, and then they all started to drink angrily:

"Bold!!"

"Arrogant!"

"You are so damned!!"

"O Amitabha, if you tell lies, you will end up in the tongue-pulling hell."

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It’s no wonder that the people of the Shingon Sect are so angry. If a random kid stands up and points at your nose and says, “I am your ancestor,” then everyone will probably have the same reaction as these Shingon monks.

But just when Fanxiong and others were about to take action, Yang Xiaokang fell down and began to murmur the mantra:

"Posila, Nanman Sanduo."

After this sound sounded, it actually carried a wonderful rhythm and tone, making people's minds jump to it without even realizing it, and even the heartbeat and breathing began to beat according to the rhythm of this mantra.

After the Shingon sect and others present heard this mantra, their faces suddenly turned crimson and they clenched their fists, as if they were trying hard to resist something.
To be continued...