Chapter 1324 - 1324: Implications
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at the rain and approached Lin Dongqing, remaining silent for a moment before saying, "He is waiting for someone."
Lin Dongqing was very worried. Seeing that they were all okay, she asked, "Who are you waiting for?"
Later, he glanced at the old Monk and whispered to Qin Chaoyu, "I saw him three times on the street yesterday! There must be a plan!"
Qin Chaoyu's rain paused slightly, her eyes filled with complex meanings.
"Lin's sponsor was wrong."
Unexpectedly, the old Monk suddenly said, "It should be twice."
Goosebumps all over, Lin Dongqing's eyes flashed fiercely: "Who are you?"
The old Monk pressed his palms together, gently greeting: "Guiyuan Temple Wu Chan."
Lin Dongqing shouted, "Why are you following me?"
The old Monk turned slightly, as a gesture, and said, "Waiting for someone."
Lin Dongqing was puzzled, "Who are you waiting for?"
The Monk replied without hesitation, "Waiting for someone to come."
Lin Dongqing frowned. He couldn't glean any useful information from these words. But an intuition told him that the old Monk must be looking for trouble.
"Are you waiting for Mr. Ye?"
Qin Chaoyu was so smart that she thought of everything: "Do you know when he will return?"
The Monk shook his head, "I don't know, so I am waiting."
This was implicitly agreed upon, so Qin Chaoyu and Lin Dongqing looked at each other, seeing the worry in each other's eyes.
How to understand the other's intention? Still hesitating to act. The old Monk dared to reveal his name directly, indicating his strength and background were top-notch. Lin Dongqing clenched his fists, drenched by the rain. After all, he didn't dare to act first.
The old Monk seemed to understand this point, his face unchanged as usual. He said softly, "Go back. If you meet the one I am waiting for, tell him I will continue waiting here for him."
The cold autumn rain mixed with the evening wind fell to the ground, making a splattering sound. At the hotel entrance, Qin Chaoyu and Lin Dongqing were soaked to the bone. Even Alice, she did not budge.
The beads flew to the size of a fist, cut square, shattering into countless irregular small fragments in the air, falling into the void. Ye Fengsheng's figure rushed through them, stirring a tsunami-like wave, surging towards the aura-covered riverbank.
As the figure flashed by, there was still a deep, transparent groove in the air, slowly merging amidst the icy rain.
On the opposite side, the old Monk, wearing only a kasaya in the cold wind, stood hunting. He watched the young man approaching him at high speed. He raised a hand in the air. The aura around Ye's body solidified areas suddenly collapsed. After the downpour, it continued. On the hard ground, there was a torn mark left. Accompanied by countless splashes of cement fragments, surging violently, throwing turbulent currents toward the surrounding scenery.
Ye Fengsheng's swift figure did not slow down for even half a minute. Reluctant to swerve, his hand full of Spiritual Energy. The transparent halo was set to collide with the continuous ground chasm in a more three-point stance.
"Bang!"
Following the muffled sound, a chaotic and indistinct wave suddenly erupted, rushing in all directions. For a while, there was no visible place in the square.
Ye Fengsheng rose from the void, waving 300 meters high in the air. He lowered his head to look at the old Monk below wearing a kasaya. His eyes were full of lotus flowers. Within his eyes, countless Spiritual remnants could be seen.
The old Monk's face did not change, let alone look up at the person in the sky. He placed his palms together in front of his chest, exhaling murky air into his chest. Suddenly, he widened his eyes, murmuring, "Never forsake Buddhist Law!"
The air was filled with the scent of heavy rain. For the first time, the old Monk raised his head, looking at the young man in the sky. His hands trembled slightly.
Retracting his momentum, he swung his sleeve, unleashing a powerful force from it. It sliced through the air upward, breaking the curtain of rain; it could cut through rivers, sinking the momentum into the face. This was a huge waterfall. Even the water in the sky was severed by it!
Ye Fengsheng naturally knew what the old Monk spoke of was the Ten Commandments from the "Fearless Xizang Three Zen." Carefully, his gaze split into two parts. His hands opened rapidly and closed in front of him. Following the hand signs, the same halo poured from his palms. From top to bottom, it resembled a galactic waterfall, falling quickly, colliding with a ghost.
Neither domain could be glimpsed by others. Although Ye Fengsheng had not entered Primordial Ying, he could be bestowed with three skills, his aura vast and infinite. As the former abbot of Guiyuan Temple, the Martial Monk's power was equally unfathomable. Look at him, compared to the leader of Kunlun Temple, he could not relax much!
These two Spiritual Powers collided in mid-air, neither making the ground tremble nor disturbing all prohibitions in this area. The static heavy rain returned, yet the sky above 100 meters was already in chaos.
The Monk on the ground used the spiritual chaos to fend off attacks. The figure flickered several times within the shattered spirit, arriving in front of Ye Fengsheng. Were he not to rush the front door, he would slap it with one hand. Ye Fengsheng countered with one hand, his fingers bent halfway into claws. Upon contact with the old Monk's hand, they sharpened suddenly. He proactively bypassed the force of palm wind, injuring his own small arm, suddenly knocking down several times, abruptly drawing back.
"Ssh!"
The sound of the robe sleeve tearing was drowned by the heavy rain, and a piece of skin slipped from Ye Fengsheng's palm onto the ground.
The old Monk's face trembled due to the relaxation of skin and muscles. Even when bleeding, he could maintain his facial expressions unchanged, yet also find the opportunity to distance himself from Ye Fengsheng.
The two exchanged glances in mid-air for less than two seconds, Ye Feng arched his body and flashed through the night sky. His fist resembled a dragon. After swinging hundreds of Spiritual Fists, his speed did not slow at all. He waved his loosened fist in mid-air, holding the spiritual slaying dagger named "Meteor Star," reversing it to chop down the old Monk's head.
With an arm drenched by rain, the old Monk still looked unchanged, but his eyes now filled with sharpness. His vestment robe inflated rapidly, like an inflated balloon, expanding madly. He dropped hundreds of fists, looking at the sword's head. The old Monk raised his hand, not as a defense, but for stepping into the mid-air battle.
"No evil view, no causality!"
Suddenly, a golden light appeared in the 300-meter high sky. Ye Fengsheng's Meteor Short Sword, which could sever heaven and earth's aura, was blocked by an unknown force in the air. Suddenly, it slowed down. In a blink of an eye, it had to go all out to advance half a mile!
Ye Fengsheng gritted his teeth, with two marks on his face. Then he suddenly loosened his hand. Embedded in the golden light was the Blade's Spirit Sword. His wrist shook again, drawing a sword flower with his right hand. Thousands of swords chopped towards the head of the old Monk before him.
The bloated vestment robe failed once more to block the sword. Strong fists may render it hard, possibly blocked by softness. However, the sword could only be blocked by strength and rigidity. The thin Kasaya, even Primordial Ying, couldn't stop the Hundred Swords!
In the heavy rain, standing at 300 meters high, the old Monk became a bloody figure. Amid countless raindrops, he still couldn't stop the blood flowing from his wounds. Blood mixed with rain continuously flowed from him. Under this golden light, it not only didn't penetrate people but had instead a strange and boundless Buddhist Law.