With one palm strike, the Sky-Breaking Sword seemed to have gained endless energy.
As a permeating buzzing sound sounded, the Zen staff was smashed to pieces like a broken bamboo in an instant, until it disappeared in front of the eyes of eighteen people.
"Even the golden Zen staff of a poor monk can be broken into pieces. The donor really has some skills. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant in Jintoku Temple.
I'm afraid this strength has already reached the golden elixir realm, right?
It’s really great.”
The black-robed old monk was horrified.
"Just a small test of my skills."
Fang Lin said with a relaxed expression.
"Arrogant."
I was just saying a little polite word, but I didn't expect this guy to be so shameless. The black-robed old monk suddenly frowned and said angrily.
"This..." Just when the old man in black robe was about to take action again to teach this shameless guy a lesson, suddenly a chill came from his abdomen, accompanied by blood mist rising up.
As if it was contagious, the same reaction immediately spread among seventeen people.
Because they stood neatly, the Heaven-Breaking Sword passed over them like a string of candied haws on a stick.
There was no blood vomited from the mouth, but the eighteen people were stunned in an instant.
"This..." "Fa...what happened?"
"How...how could this happen?"
"No...impossible, right?"
Although there were no shrill screams, the scene in front of them was enough to shock the surrounding monks into jaws of speech, causing them to retreat even further. Most of them even fell to the ground in an exaggerated manner.
In everyone's eyes, it was obvious that the black-robed old monk's Zen staff had arrived in front of Fang Lin, and it should be a simple matter of taking his life.
Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, everything in front of them would change drastically?
"With such heavy murderous intent, the ones you used just now were probably not Buddhist techniques, but techniques from one of the Nine Cauldrons, right?
It's very sharp, but it's a pity that I haven't practiced it well enough, so it's a bit embarrassing."
His face sank slightly, and Fang Lin said calmly.
"The donor is clever in his methods, and the poor monk admires him.
If we win, we win. If we want to kill and slay Xi Tingzun, why should the donor be so aggressive and humiliate us?"
The black-robed old monk said angrily, unwillingly but helplessly.
"I really didn't expect that in such a powerful place of Buddhism, people would practice such a murderous technique. It's really disappointing.
I never thought that Jintoku Temple, a famous temple with thousands of years of history, would actually collude with the General's Mansion. Are you worthy of so many believers from Japan who trust you?"
"The donor really talks a lot of nonsense."
"Whether you like it or not, what I say is not for you, but for those eminent monks in Jinde Temple who still have conscience.
Do you really think that the General’s Office would be so kind as to tell you the exercises?
childish.
I might as well tell you that although the exercises you practice come from Jiuding, every article has been modified by others.
Not only is the evil spirit extremely strong, but the skills are also disordered. To put it bluntly, you are all nothing more than guinea pigs used by the general's government for experiments."
Fang Lin glared at the old monk in black robes and scolded him angrily.
Although their offensive was indeed fierce, to Fang Lin, it was not worth mentioning at all.
With the same technique on Jiuding, the combined strength of these eighteen people is not as good as the few evil ghosts he subdued in the shop. It can even be said to be a huge difference.
They are all techniques from Jiuding. The only difference is that one party stole them, while those of these eighteen people were sent by the General's Mansion. With such a huge gap, the answer is obviously obvious.
For Fang Lin, the answer to knowing the origin of their skills is actually very simple.
The General's Office penetrated the Japanese country far beyond his imagination.
If their skills were also stolen, they might not be able to still live in this world.
"You...what you said...is it true?
This...this is impossible, these exercises were learned by us personally, how could they be fake?"
His words instantly stunned the old monk in black robes, and he shook his head in disbelief.
"Believe it or not, I just didn't expect that the majestic No. 1 Buddhist temple in the Japanese country would actually become a puppet of the general's palace.
Besides, even if you believe it, there is nothing you can do to save it."
With a cold smile, Fang Lin didn't bother to talk to them anymore, and walked slowly towards the outside of Jinde Temple without looking back.
At this time, some of the monks around him were frightened.
Or were you completely shocked by Fang Lin's words?
Still dumbfounded in place.
If Fang Lin wants to leave now, they will naturally not be able to stop him.
However, he did not do this because five of the nine replicas were not included in the bag.
Although the runes above have obviously been modified, to Fang Lin, they are still not completely without function and research value.
Compared with the inscrutable Huilong Jue, the skills on Jiuding have no special advantages, so Fang Lin will naturally not be greedy.
The reason why we must collect and study it is just to deal with the general's mansion.
"The donor is indeed wise. The entire Jintoku Temple will soon have no secrets from you.
Even the eighteen elders are not defeated, it seems that the poor monk still underestimated the strength of the benefactor."
Sure enough, just as Fang Lin expected, as long as he walked slowly enough, Jintoku Temple would not let him leave easily.
Just when he stepped out of a staircase in the temple, Master Jiting stepped out and blocked the way, still looking as calm as before.
"That's not necessarily the case. Underneath the glamorous appearance of the master, the dirty things he did are probably too numerous to list, right?
How could there be only this little bit?
I said, you can't stop me, so you really shouldn't come out."
By using his clairvoyance again, Fang Lin learned more and more about Jintoku Temple, and there was some hatred in his words.
"The monks are so merciful, but the donor actually said that there are too many things to describe. Is there any lack of consideration?"
"It is true that Master Jiting is a monk, but you are probably not."
"oh?
Is this interesting?
With such a big bald head in front of you, how dare you say that I am not a monk?"
As if he had heard a big joke, Master Jiting suddenly raised his head and laughed.
"Do you think these words are like what a monk would say?"
"Then what do you think I am?"
"You are just a porter who came to deliver the soul. Now that the moving has been completed, you should also disappear along with your useless clansmen."
The laughter stopped suddenly, Master Ji Ting's complexion instantly turned uglier than charcoal, and he was speechless, unable to utter a single word.
Surprised, but Fang Lin's words were not false at all.
The Master Jiting in front of him is no longer Master Jiting, but a body controlled by the remnants of Fuxi.
But he never expected that Fang Lin, who had remained calm all this time, had already seen through everything.
Fortunately, I felt a little embarrassed because I hadn't been exposed before.
