chapter 100
Seeing Wuzhen standing beside the stone tablet at the mountain gate, Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan with his grandson Ji Jian.
With a cold face, he walked over angrily.
"Amitabha."
Seeing the people coming, Wuzhen chanted the name of Buddha and greeted Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan.
Last time, in the Tianbei City Lord's mansion.
Because of his master Xuanxin, he was rudely despised by this Wujian Villa's Lao Zhuangzhu.
As well as all kinds of sarcastic words, openly and secretly targeted.
Therefore, Wuzhen didn't like the Wujian Villa in his heart, and he didn't have a good impression of this Lao Zhuangzhu and Zhuang Zhu.
"Greetings, Zhuang Zhu."
Wuzhen's face was calm, and he cupped his hands indifferently.
He slightly bowed.
"Humph!"
Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan's face was full of hatred, and his face was dark and very unhappy.
Wuzhen was just an Old Man in his sixties.
At such an old age, he was only at the second stage of the Houtian realm.
He didn't have a good impression of him.
"My grandfather came in person. Shaolin, didn't you send someone down the mountain to welcome him?"
The black-clothed, white-haired, cold-faced teenager Ji Jian with a giant sword on his back was unhurried in front of Wuzhen.
Neither servile nor overbearing, calm and composed posture, couldn't help but frown, and his heart was very angry.
Shaolin, who do you think you are?
It's fine if you don't send someone to welcome him.
In front of his grandfather, who was a big shot in Tian Bei City, wasn't this old thing acting a little too calm?
He didn't even have a hint of enthusiasm. Did he not put the Wujian Villa in his eyes?
"Zhuang Zhu, less Zhuang Zhu."
"Please."
Wu Zhen was a man of few words. Even though he maintained the appropriate etiquette, he did not show any eagerness.
He had no intention of flattering or fawning over Wujian Villa.
His face was as calm as an ancient well.
He was calm and composed.
"You're Xuanxin's eldest direct disciple, Wuzhen, right?"
"Go up the mountain and tell that Xuanxin to come down. This old man wants to question him face to face."
Lao Zhuangzhu of Wujian Villa was Ji Yuan. His face was black and his voice was cold. The old man was very angry, and the consequences were very serious.
This Shaolin was too much.
He hadn't even gone up the mountain yet, but he had already seen so many problems. If Shaolin were to host the Sect Competition, he would've been the one to take the lead.
Then wouldn't the TianBei City Martial Alliance be stirred up by Shaolin?
"This …"
Wuzhen frowned and couldn't help but look embarrassed. He put his palms together and said, "Lao Zhuangzhu, Master is in seclusion to meditate. I'm afraid it's inconvenient for him to go down the mountain."
"Please go up the mountain with me."
Although Wuzhen didn't like Wujian Villa and didn't like it, he didn't want to aggravate the conflict between Shaolin and Wujian Villa because of him.
The dissatisfaction in his heart was all suppressed, and his posture and stature were all very low.
He also did a good job of etiquette.
"Are you old and confused?"
"My grandfather said to ask your master Xuanxin to go down the mountain. My grandfather wants to talk to him face to face."
Ji Jian, the young man in black with white hair, suddenly became aggressive. He looked dissatisfied and scolded, "Hurry up and ask your master to go down the mountain."
Ji Jian's face was full of arrogance.
A surge of Sword Qi soared into the sky, carrying with it a mountain-like aura. It pressed down on Wu Zhen from Ji Jian.
"Amitabha, please forgive Wuzhen for being rude."
After chanting the name of Buddha, Wu Zhen stood in front of the two of them with a calm expression, as if he was an old monk in meditation.
He was unmoved.
Facing Ji Jian's aggressive and mountain-like momentum, Wuzhen silently recited the inscriptions on the stone tablet of the mountain gate.
Countless golden words appeared in the sea of consciousness.
The pressure that the Ji Sword exerted on him instantly disappeared without a trace.
"Haha, interesting."
Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan took a deep look at Wuzhen. At the same time, he became angrier.
He stared at Wuzhen for a while and became impatient. He raised his hand and waved a gust of strong wind toward Wuzhen, who was calm in front of him.
At the same time, he shouted angrily, "Little Shaolin, how dare you not take me seriously?"
Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan of the Wujian Villa was a strong martial artist in the Foundation Establishment stage. Wuzhen could not resist the power of his casual wave.
Even a warrior in the ninth stage of the Houtian Realm would be seriously injured by this slap.
"Wujian Villa, you've gone too far."
Wuzhen opened his eyes and couldn't help but be angry.
Shaolin, one of the five Sect of the TianBei City Martial Alliance, was visiting Shaolin at the Wujian Villa.
Why did his master, the Abbot of the Shaolin Temple, have to come down the mountain to welcome him?
You are Zhuang Zhu, and his master is the Abbot. Why did he come down and be questioned by you?
Wuzhen, no matter what, was the chief disciple of the Head Disciple. He had repeatedly lowered his status and been polite.
He invited you to come up the mountain. Why did you refuse to forgive him?
Zhuang Zhu of the Wujian Villa, a giant in Tianbei City, a strong martial artist in the Foundation Establishment stage, actually attacked a junior because of this?
Bang!
At this moment, in Wuzhen's sea of consciousness, countless golden characters on the tablet suddenly emitted a golden light.
A mysterious force merged into Wuzhen's body.
Facing the Wujian Villa, Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan's casual slap, Wuzhen could not bear it and turned into an angry Buddha.
"Amitabha."
"How dare you bully me, Shaolin."
"Even Buddha should be angry!"
After chanting the name of Buddha, Wuzhen could not bear it anymore. He directly used a set of second-grade basic martial arts technique, Shaolin Arhat Fists.
He used this ordinary and powerless basic move.
He faced it head-on. A strong martial artist in the Foundation Establishment stage casually threw out a powerful slap.
Bang!
In an instant, Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan was punched in the face by Wuzhen.
He was knocked to the ground!
This punch was so ordinary, so simple, and so crude.
A punch to the flesh!
At this moment, time seemed to stop.
Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan was lying on the ground in shock. The black-clothed, white-haired teenager Ji Jian was even more in disbelief.
The expressions of the old man and the young man were particularly interesting.
They were stunned!
What was going on?
Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan was extremely shocked. He had just stood up when Wuzhen punched him in the face.
Bang!
After two consecutive punches, Wuzhen punched him in the face and knocked him to the ground in a simple and violent way.
He was lying on the ground again!
"Amitabha."
After chanting the name of Buddha, Wuzhen's Daoist Rhymes flowed around his body. The nine-story Virtuous Golden Pagoda in the golden light of providence started to spin.
Countless golden words on the Virtuous Golden Pagoda resonated with the inscriptions on the stone tablet of the mountain gate.
The stone tablet of the mountain gate exuded a majestic aura and an incomparably powerful and terrifying suppressive force.
"You …"
After taking two punches, Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan's face was bruised and swollen. He looked at Wuzhen in shock and disbelief.
Just now, all the True Qi in his body was suddenly forcefully confined.
He had no strength in his body, and a terrifying force had firmly locked his consciousness.
In an instant, he turned into a powerless old man.
He was knocked to the ground. Even with Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan's knowledge, he could not understand what was going on.
His mind was blank. He was so shocked that he did not know what to do.
At this moment, when he looked at Wuzhen again, he was shocked to find that this was an Old Man in his sixties. An old monk in the second stage of the Houtian realm.
The Daoist Rhymes flowed around his body. His aura was natural, mysterious and unfathomable.
His every move was filled with Daoist Rhymes.
A vast and rich Buddhist aura condensed on his body.
He used the most basic fist technique, but he could still display traces of Daoist Rhymes. The aura fluctuation on his body was directly connected to the laws of heaven and earth.