"It turns out to be Donor Ye. The poor monk has heard of his name for a long time. Today, when he saw him, he turned out to be a heroic young man!"
An old monk with a white beard took a step forward, looked at Ye Chen up and down, and sounded very polite in his words.
"you know me?"
Ye Chen was stunned. He had met Master Yongyan of the Shaolin Sect, but the old man didn't come today!
"Amitabha!"
Another old monk with sharp eyes came out, clasped his hands together, glanced at the formation that Ye Chen had set up while lowering his head, and asked:
"Junior Brother Yongyan has said to Donor Ye more than once. I wonder what the reason was for the Donor to come to Songshan Mountain quietly?"
"I'm just an ordinary pilgrim. Is it okay to come to worship Buddha?" Ye Chen said calmly.
"Hmph! The poor monk saw you coming in the air with his own eyes. If you were a pilgrim, why would you do this?" The person who spoke was the chief elder of Bodhidharma Monastery, whose name is Jueming!
"What do you mean?"
Ye Chen heard that the other party's tone was unkind and couldn't help but frowned.
"Donor, I'm afraid you want to open the door to the spiritual world, right?"
The last old monk wearing cassocks said frankly: "If so, I advise you to give up this thought! This place is also my forbidden land in Shaolin. If Donor Ye leaves early, perhaps an unnecessary disaster can be avoided!"
Threat, naked threat!
"No wonder you brought so many people here. You really know the spiritual world!"
"A hundred years ago, the Five Mountains Alliance and the five major sects joined forces to hunt down Senior Wen, right? It was because he knew about the existence of the other world?" Ye Chen did not take the old monk's words seriously at all. Instead, he sneered and asked with sarcasm.
"Senior Wen?"
The white-bearded old monk was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Donor, are you talking about the martial arts devil, Wen Tianxing?"
"Old monk, are you too shameless to say that Senior Wen is a demon?" Ye Chen shrugged.
"That's unreasonable!"
"Ye Chen, why are you talking!"
When Dean Bodhidharma heard this, he immediately got angry and scolded: "Shaolin Temple is not a place where crazy people like you are allowed to go wild. Why don't you go down the mountain quickly!"
"Did I say something wrong?"
"There are so many people from the Five Mountains Alliance, and they are chasing after Senior Wen alone. Who is the shameless one?"
"Also, Bald Donkey, you'd better keep your mouth clean! What can you do to me if I don't come down from the mountain?" Ye Chen snorted coldly, with disdain written all over his face.
"In that case, eighteen bronze men, set up the formation!"
Jueming was furious. The dignity of the thousand-year-old temple could not tolerate provocation!
As soon as he finished speaking, eighteen golden-skinned Shaolin monks surrounded Ye Chen and all raised their sticks to hit Ye Chen hard!
"court death!"
Ye Chen's eyes turned cold, and his true energy suddenly exploded!
Bang!
With Ye Chen as the center, a circle of air waves invisible to the naked eye spread rapidly to the surroundings!
Before the eighteen bronze men could get close to Ye Chen, they were knocked to the ground by the air wave. They fell to the ground one by one and groaned in pain, their internal organs were injured by the air wave!
"You, how come your cultivation level is so high?"
Jueming was shocked when he saw this, and the other three people also looked at each other. This kid is different from what Junior Brother Yongyan said. He is much more powerful!
"I've dealt with you enough anyway!" Ye Chen said coldly.
"Stop being so arrogant! I want to ask you for some advice!" Jueming was not convinced, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Ye Chen, and at the same time, he hit Ye Chen's face with a Prajna Zen palm.
Prajna Zen Palm is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. It is known as the "No. 1 Palm of Shaolin" and is specially studied in Prajna Hall.
One palm can crush the opponent's internal organs, causing massive bleeding inside the body and death!
Jueming has even practiced Prajna Zen Palm to such a high level that his gestures are like breaking bamboo, which ordinary martial arts practitioners cannot avoid!
Ye Chen looked indifferent. Facing Jueming's attack, he calmly raised his hand and used a Fiery Palm move.
boom!
The two palms collided in the air and made a loud noise!
The next second, Jueming spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew back like a kite with its string broken.
"Junior Brother Jueming!"
Fortunately, several elders were there, and Shaolin's first master Huineng saved Jueming from the void with one stroke of four or two, preventing him from suffering more serious injuries!
"Amitabha!"
"Almsgiver Ye, you're too cruel! Even though I'm such an old man, I'm asking you for some advice!" Huineng finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He was just one step away from becoming a god. Ye Chen couldn't be a transformation at such a young age.
God-level martial arts cultivator, right?
"Old monk, I don't want to hurt you!"
Ye Chen frowned and said coldly: "I just want to go to the spirit world. What does it have to do with you? Why do you want to stop me?"
"I'm sorry, I have no comment, just accept the move!"
After saying that, Huineng used the Thousand-leaf Hands of Great Compassion and Mercy!
This set of palm techniques has many changes and often kills the enemy from unexpected places, just like the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara.
For a moment, palm prints all over the sky hit Ye Chen like raindrops!
Seeing this, Ye Chen suddenly burst into flames. He stretched out his hands and recited the Burning Heaven Art in his mouth. Soon, red and blue fireballs appeared out of thin air on his left and right palms!
"Today I will seek justice for Senior Wen!"
After saying that, Ye Chen put his hands together and pushed forward, and two extremely hot fireballs, mixed with the whistling wind, shot towards Huineng!
"Brother Huineng, be careful!" the old monk on the side quickly reminded him.
"..."
Seeing that the fireball was approaching, it was too late for Hui Neng to hide. Moreover, the yin and yang fireball seemed to be sucking Huineng tightly like a magnet, making him unable to move. The cassock on his body had already been burned!
After Huineng struggled to no avail, he closed his eyes in despair, waiting to be swallowed by the fireball!
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, a Buddha's call came from the sky, and all the monks heard the sound and quickly put their hands together.
A golden translucent barrier suddenly appeared in front of Huineng. The fireball hit it and exploded, but it failed to hurt him.
Ye Chen frowned and looked around, only to see an old monk holding a Zen staff, wearing a cassock and a rosy complexion walking up slowly from the bottom of the mountain.
"Abbott, you are here!"
When Jueming and others saw the old monk, they all bowed.
"Donor Ye, why do you need to kill them all?"
The old monk walked up to Ye Chen, looked him over, nodded and said: "It is really rare to reach the level of god transformation at such an age!"
"Brother Abbot, is this donor Ye a god-level martial arts cultivator?" Jueming's eyes widened with a shocked expression on his face.
"good!"
Abbot Master Zhiyun nodded slightly.
"Are you the abbot?"
Ye Chen looked at Zhiyun and was very surprised. He was actually a god-level martial arts cultivator!
Compared with Master Yongyan of the Shaolin School last time, he is in heaven and on earth!
"That's exactly what I am!"
"Why do you want to stop me when I go to the spirit world?" Ye Chen asked.
"Amitabha! Donor Ye, it's not Shaolin that wants to stop you, but the rules established by the Five Mountains Alliance hundreds of years ago!"
Zhiyun's face was as calm as water, and he said very calmly: "Moreover, with your cultivation level, Master Ye, you will definitely escape death if you go to the spiritual world!"