chapter 101
Ji Yuan, Lao Zhuangzhu of Wujian Villa, was knocked down to the ground by Wu Zhen's two consecutive punches.
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
He was stunned!
What Wu Zhen used was still that kind of ordinary, the most basic, the most simple, and the most brutal move.
At this time, Ji Yuan looked at the Old Man Wuzhen, who was over sixty years old.
His heart was full of horror!
How was this an old monk of the second stage of the acquired realm?
This was clearly a senior master who had returned to the origin and reached the realm of martial arts!
In front of this Buddhist senior master, Ji Yuan was just like a child, an ant without the power to fight back.
Ji Yuan, who was full of horror, took a breath of cold air at this time.
Full of shock, he looked at Wuzhen with incomparable reverence. In his heart, he was incomparably regretful for his previous rudeness.
In the midst of remorse, there was a trace of panic and joy.
He, Ji Yuan, was not killed on the spot by this Buddhist senior master.
It was already very fortunate.
This senior master was already magnanimous and merciful.
"Shaolin!"
"This is Shaolin!"
What made Ji Yuan's heart tremble even more was this powerful Buddhist senior master who had reached the realm of martial arts.
He was the eldest direct disciple of Abbot Xuanxin of Shaolin Temple!
Such a senior expert who had returned to his natural state was hiding in the Shaolin Temple, a place that was barren of Spiritual Energy.
He was willing to be the disciple of Abbot Xuanxin of Shaolin at such a young age.
Then this Abbot Xuanxin of Shaolin.
Wasn't that …
The more Ji Yuan thought about it, the more surprised he was. Endless reverence and speculation rose in his heart towards Shaolin and Xuanxin.
"Grandpa …"
The black-clothed, white-haired youth Ji Jian, who was carrying a giant sword on his back, suddenly reacted at this time.
His grandpa, a martial arts master whom he had infinitely admired since childhood.
He was actually defeated by a man in his sixties.
Only the old monk who was at the second stage of the Martial Path was defeated.
Furthermore, it was two punches to the face. It was a simple and crude punch to the point that his face was bruised and swollen.
Merciless, the kind that would knock them to the ground.
Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, the young Ji Jian's heart was greatly impacted.
He could not believe it!
In his heart, his grandfather, Ji Jian, had always been a mountain of support.
How could this be …
For a moment, Ji Jian's heart was out of balance. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
"Die!"
With an angry roar, Ji Jian pulled out the huge sword on his back.
A sword slashed towards Wuzhen.
"No!"
Ji Yuan, who was lying on the ground, shouted anxiously with his mouth agape.
He had high hopes for his grandson.
He had actually lost his mind and attacked this senior expert who had returned to his original state and had reached the peak of martial arts.
How could that be?
Ji Yuan was extremely anxious in his heart. His grandson had made a huge mistake!
However, at this time, Ji Yuan's essence, qi, and spirit were all imprisoned or suppressed.
He was just a powerless old man.
He was powerless to stop his grandson, Ji Jian, from making a mistake.
Bang!
Wu Zhen used a set of Shaolin Arhat Fists and directly used the basic fist technique to beat Ji Jian up.
Bang, bang, bang …
Every punch landed on his flesh. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. After a set of combination punches, Ji Jian fell to the ground with a pig's head.
His eyes were blood-red as he stared blankly at the sky.
His Sword Heart collapsed.
There was a big problem with his mind.
"Phew."
Ji Yuan, Lao Zhuangzhu of Wujian Villa, struggled to get up from the ground.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He could see that this senior expert who had reached the peak of martial arts and had returned to his original state really had no intention of killing him and his grandson.
He just wanted to teach them a small lesson.
And this lesson, in the eyes of Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan, was really light.
It wasn't even worth mentioning.
He had just suffered two punches, and his grandson, Ji Jian, had only suffered a few more punches.
After a few punches, it was only a superficial wound.
Otherwise, if this senior really wanted to hit them hard, killing them would be as easy as flipping his hand.
Why would he need to use such an ordinary basic fist technique?
"Master is merciful."
Ji Yuan, who had stood up, put his palms together and bowed to Wu Zhen gratefully.
After all, they were the ones who had been rude first. If this senior hadn't been so magnanimous and forgiven them …
He was afraid …
Thinking back to before, when they had just met, this senior had been sufficiently polite.
He had also lowered his posture. On the contrary, it was the grandfather and grandson who had been frivolous and arrogant and started the trouble …
The difference in their states of mind was obvious.
Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan couldn't help but blush.
He felt ashamed and unable to show his face.
"Amitabha."
After chanting the name of Buddha, Wu Zhen calmed down.
After the two of them were beaten up, Wu Zhen could be considered to have vented his anger in his heart.
"Zhuang Zhu, please follow this poor monk up the mountain."
Wu Zhen put his palms together and returned to his previous posture, becoming an inconspicuous old monk.
He was scrupulous, ordinary, and adhering to the rules.
At this moment, Wu Zhen understood the source of his power.
He also knew where his opportunity was.
The bigger the contrast in Wu Zhen's body, the more incredible it was, and the more it made Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan feel fear.
Infinite respect rose in his heart.
"Master, please lead the way."
Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan put his palms together and bowed respectfully to Wu Zhen in front of him.
At this moment, the incomparably tyrannical power that was suppressing his cultivation and mind suddenly disappeared.
Ji Yuan's spirit, Qi, and spirit rose again.
However, it also made Ji Yuan more cautious and humble in front of Wu Zhen.
"Jian 'er."
"Sigh …"
Ji Yuan lowered his head and glanced at his grandson, Ji Jian, whose eyes were lifeless and red.
He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
His sword heart collapsed and his mind was out of order. Who could he blame?
Could he blame Shaolin for pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?
Wasn't this all because of their previous arrogance and rudeness?
He helped Ji Jian, who was absent-minded and had a dull expression, up from the ground, then followed Wuzhen up the Shaoshi Mountain.
When they reached the top of Shaoshi Mountain, they saw the magnificent Hall of Great Strength.
The Warrior Monk Temple, the Bell and Drum Tower, the Sutra Depository …
The rich Buddhist aura made people feel peaceful. Ji Yuan's heart suddenly rose with a sense of reverence.
A hint of piety appeared on his face!
Although the spiritual energy here was poor and could not be compared to the Wujian Villa.
But it was a real Buddhist place of tranquility.
Under the lead of Wu Zhen, Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, and the absent-minded Ji Jian came to the outside of the Abbot Temple.
"Zhuang Zhu, please wait here."
Wu Zhen turned around, bowed slightly, and carefully stepped into the temple.
In this quiet and secluded place.
His breathing slowed down.
"Zhuang Zhu, the abbot invites you."
Wu Zhen entered the temple and walked out not long after. He raised his hand and invited Ji Yuan.
"Thank you, Master."
Ji Yuan hurriedly bowed to Wu Zhen respectfully.
He was careful on the surface and did not dare to neglect.
After Wu Zhen led Ji Yuan into the temple, he went down the mountain again.
Ji Yuan, on the other hand, supported his absent-minded grandson, Ji Jian, and carefully walked into the quiet and secluded temple.
Roar …
With a tiger roar, a colorful tiger suddenly appeared in front of Ji Yuan. It emitted a fierce aura. The cold and arrogant king stared at Ji Yuan.
"Hiss …"
Ji Yuan was shocked. He couldn't help but gasp and exclaim, "Demon … King …"