Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng had disliked Buddhism in his previous life.

The temple has become a tool for making money. You have to pay an entrance fee to enter, and you cannot bring your own incense in. You have to buy it at the temple.

A stick of incense costs ninety-nine yuan. If you ask why it is so expensive, can it be cheaper?

The other party will say that you must be sincere when worshiping Buddha. If you are not sincere to Buddha, how can Buddha protect you?

There are payment codes on the incense boxes in front of the main hall. I wonder if smartphones are used in the Western Paradise where the Buddha lives.

I’m afraid the Buddha didn’t receive this money.

Ye Feng did not deny that there were many ascetic monks in his previous life who strictly abided by the rules and regulations, but the Buddhism that was exposed in public had become a joke.

"He's talking nonsense. I'm going to argue with him!"

The fat monk rolled up his sleeves and was about to chase Ye Feng.

He was stopped by the jade-faced monk beside him.

"Junior brother, don't be reckless!"

The Jade-faced Monk watched Ye Feng and the other two gradually disappear in the crowd, and a thoughtful look appeared on his handsome face.

Although Ye Feng's words were very rude, the Jade-faced Monk was unable to refute them for a moment.

He considered himself a master of debate, but Ye Feng was not debating about scriptures, but about common things.

Buddha must be correct, and Buddhist teachings must be correct.

But the Jade-faced Monk was led astray by Ye Feng's few words.

"Brother Fayuan, so you are here..."

Fu Jinghong and several disciples of the Yunhai Sect came to the jade-faced monk.

The Jade-faced Monk clasped his hands together and said, "So it's Senior Brother Fu."

Fu Jinghong glanced at the direction where Ye Feng was going and said, "Just now I saw Senior Brother Fayuan and Junior Brother Yefeng debating. Junior Brother Yefeng has always been naughty and outspoken. If he said anything, please don't mind it."

The Jade-Faced Monk named Fayuan smiled and said, "Young Master Ye possesses considerable wisdom. I have benefited greatly from speaking with him for a few words. There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. Originally, there is nothing, so where can dust gather... Young Master Ye's casual remarks contain supreme Buddhist principles, which amazes me."

Fu Jinghong was stunned, and then speechless.

When Ye Feng and the other two arrived at the outskirts of Arena No. 7, they had been fighting with their opponents on the arena for a long time.

Fang Tong looks stupid, but he is very powerful when fighting.

His magic weapon is called Xuanfeng, a low-grade immortal weapon with wind attribute.

There are few magical weapons with wind attributes, and even fewer that reach the level of immortal weapons.

The wind-attributed immortal sword has its advantage in close combat. With the blessing of the wind attribute, the sword can be drawn very quickly.

Fang Tong's opponent was a male disciple, who didn't even have time to distance himself from Fang Tong and activate his sword techniques before being entangled by him.

Fang Tong launched a dazzling series of close combat attacks, each sword strike was as fast as lightning.

In a short while, the Xuanfeng Sword was placed on the opponent's neck, winning the battle.

Ye Feng looked at the direction where Fang Tong flew to the arena, and walked over with Ling'er and Xiao Man.

After a while, he saw the Three Tyrants and the Seven Bad Guys.

Ye Feng hurried forward to congratulate him.

Everyone looked at the guy wearing a hat and veil with suspicion.

Fang Tong: "Who are you?"

Ye Feng lifted his veil and said, "You don't even recognize me?"

"Brother Feng? How come you've become like this after just one day of not seeing you?"

"Yeah, you turned into a nigger?"

Ye Feng was speechless and said, "What nigger? I just took a sunbath yesterday to make my skin darker and look more masculine!"

For the rest of the day, Ye Feng watched the fighting competition on the ring.

It was not until dusk that they returned to Fenglingju on the mountainside.

The next morning, Ye Feng and Huang Ling'er arrived at the square early again.

At the end of the fifth day of the competition, all 3,200 people had finished the competition, and 1,600 people advanced.

It was still early, so Fang Tong suggested that everyone go to Xianling Valley to have some fun and celebrate the successful advancement of all these bad guys.

This proposal immediately received support from many people, so a group of people headed towards Xianling Valley.

It was still afternoon, and the restaurant in Xianling Valley was not yet full. People were drinking and chatting at Shiweitian, and they returned one after another after dark.

I dare not delay too long, as I have to draw lots early tomorrow morning. No one knows what lot I will draw. What if there is a competition tomorrow? If I drink too late tonight, it may affect my performance tomorrow.

Recently, Fatty Yulong has been accompanying the foreign representatives, so Ye Feng has occupied the lounge chair in the yard.

It's really a pleasure to hold a cigarette in your mouth and feel the night breeze.

It was almost midnight when Xiao Man said, "Brother Ye, the hot water is ready for you. Go back to your room and wash up and get some rest. You still have to draw lots tomorrow."

Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "My cultivation is number one in the world, there's nothing to worry about."

Ye Feng lay in the yard, smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and then went back to the house to take a shower and rest.

I had just finished taking a shower and was lying on the bed when I heard the sound of the fat master coming back.

I was about to go out and talk to the fat master, but he went straight back to the house. I guess he drank a lot tonight.

Ye Feng kicked Sanzhier to the other end of the bed, then sat cross-legged and began to practice.

As soon as the sky was getting light, Ye Feng heard a noise in the yard.

I know Xiaoman has woken up.

He slowly opened his eyes and felt very good, full of energy, and his true energy had returned to its peak state. He was not afraid even if there was a competition today.

Since there would be a draw today, the disciples who advanced to the second round came to the square early to line up.

The drawing process is the same as the first round, except that the number of lots is reduced by half.

The second round of competition will last for three days and the top 800 will be selected.

Whoever draws a number earlier still has the greatest advantage and can rest for two more days than the disciples who participate in the competition on the last day.

Since the number of participants in the magic fighting competition was reduced by half, the time for drawing lots today was also reduced by half compared to five days ago.

At Chenshi, Ye Feng and others arrived at the square to line up. Before Sishi, all 1,600 people had finished drawing lots.

Ye Feng was lucky this time. Out of 800 numbers, he actually drew number 39, which was the third match on the No. 9 ring this morning.

When Ye Feng saw his opponent's name, he was speechless for a long time.

Nangong Yan.

That’s right, Nangong Yan from Mozhuxuan!

The seven little golden flowers of Mozhuxuan are not very old.

Jin He is only in his sixties this year, the second oldest Li Xueru is in her fifties, and the third oldest Nangong Yan and below are all under forty years old.

The third child, Nangong Yan, is thirty-seven, the fourth child, Qian Yufeng, is thirty-two, the fifth child, Sun Qingqing, is twenty-nine, the sixth child, Jiang He, is twenty-eight, and the seventh child, Yun Shuang'er, is twenty-four.

Among them, the eldest brother Jinhe and the seventh brother Yunshuang'er are the most talented and the most famous in the world.

After Ye Feng and a group of people drew lots, they went to the bulletin board to see who their next opponent would be.

The opponents of the Three Tyrants and Seven Bad Guys appeared one after another. These people were still quite happy. As they had not encountered strong people in the Guiyuan realm, they still had great hope of advancing to the next round.

Everyone was waiting for Ye Feng's signature number.

When Ye Feng saw the six words "Xingluofeng Nangong Yan" on the small wooden sign hanging under his sign number 39, he felt dizzy and his face turned pale.

The group of friends around him were laughing so hard that they were rolling on the ground.

Nangong Yan studied Taoism with Jade Ying Zhenren for many years.

In preparation for this year's test, she and Sun Qingqing went down the mountain to train for more than half a year.

Yue Yinling was laughing so hard that she covered her stomach which hurt from laughing with her left hand and pointed at the bulletin board with her right hand.

"Hahaha, Ye Feng, you're lucky... Your opponent is Nangong... Hahaha... Nangong... Nangong, come here quickly! Your opponent... Hahaha..."

Nearly a hundred young fairies, including those from Mozhuxuan and Yunyuju, came in a mighty procession from the place where lots were drawn.

Seeing Yue Yinling laughing so hard and constantly calling Nangong's name, Nangong Yan said, "Yinling, what are you laughing at? Who is my opponent?"

Yue Yinling pointed at the notice and said, "Take a look at it for yourself! Hahaha! I'm so happy!"

When the girls saw Yue Yinling laughing so exaggeratedly, they were all very curious and came forward to check.

After seeing that Nangong Yan's opponent was Ye Feng, everyone's expressions became very strange.

Shangguan Lan, who had disappeared for five days, was now in this group of fairies.

She looked at Ye Feng, who was stunned and whose skin was still a little dark. She wanted to go up and say hello to him, but seemed embarrassed.

After shaking his head and smiling bitterly, he followed the other girls to look for his opponent.

Like Ye Feng, Nangong Yan's expressions were very stiff at this moment.

She murmured, "How could my opponent be this kid?"

Yue Yinling laughed and said, "Nangong, you're done! You're completely finished! Ye Feng even defeated Qin Keke. If your cultivation hasn't reached the Guiyuan realm, you'll be in great danger if you meet this brat in the arena!"

Nangong Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "How do you know that I haven't reached the Guiyuan realm?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Ye Feng couldn't help but turn his head and look at the flat-chested woman.

Ye Feng swallowed his saliva and said, "Senior Sister Nangong, have you reached the Guiyuan Realm?"

Nangong Yan said: "I am thirty-seven years old this year."

"So you have reached the Guiyuan realm?"

"I have been a disciple of my master for twenty-three years."

"So you have reached the Guiyuan realm?"

"I went down the mountain to train for half a year some time ago."

"So you have reached the Guiyuan realm?"

"My Spirit Wind Immortal Sword has wind attributes. Although it is slightly inferior to Fang Tong's Mysterious Wind, it is also a top-grade spiritual weapon."

"So you have reached the Guiyuan realm?"

The conversation between Nangong Yan and Ye Feng was very strange.

Nangong Yandong rambled on and on without revealing his own realm.

But Ye Feng only repeated that one sentence over and over again.

The Guiyuan Realm is a huge hurdle for cultivators.

It’s not just about hard work.

Some extremely talented disciples can reach the Guiyuan realm in their twenties.

Some disciples may not be able to achieve it even after practicing for seventy or eighty years.

Although the Yunhai Sect has tens of thousands of people, there are not many disciples above the Guiyuan Realm.

This time, there were 3,200 applicants for the under-40s duel, and no more than 100 of them had reached the Guiyuan realm. And most of them were at the early stages of the Guiyuan realm.

If he is in the middle stage of Guiyuan realm, not only will he be basically sure to be in the top ten, he may even be able to compete for the top three.

Ye Feng knew that with the powerful force of the Purple-Green Divine Sword, he had almost no rivals below the Guiyuan Realm.

However, when facing cultivators above the Guiyuan Realm, he was not very confident.

For those who return to their origin, their soul and body return to their origin and become one.

The strength has changed substantially compared to the peak level of the God Control Realm.

This change is not only reflected in the rich spiritual power in the body, but more in the magical powers and spells.

Because the soul and the body are united as one, the power will be doubled when the sword skills are performed.

That's why Ye Feng cares so much about whether Nangong Yan has reached the Guiyuan realm.

But Nangong Yan refused to say anything.

This made Ye Feng feel very unsure.

Soon, these hundred or so female disciples checked their next opponents and gathered together again.

Several female disciples of Mozhuxuan attacked Ye Feng.

Sun Qingqing said: "Xiaofeng, you are no match for Third Senior Sister. Instead of admitting defeat on the stage, you might as well admit defeat now."

Jiang He said, "That's right, Junior Brother Ye, just admit defeat now!"

Qian Yufeng said: "Third Senior Sister is a real expert in the Guiyuan Realm!"

Fang Tong stretched his head and said, "Brother Feng, I think what these sisters said is right. Why don't you just admit defeat now..."

"Go away, you are my good brother, yet you still advise me to admit defeat? Will I definitely lose? Let alone the Return to Origin Realm, even if it is the Divine Silence Realm... I, Ye Feng... don't take it seriously!

Besides, Senior Sister Nangong may not have reached the Guiyuan Realm! She's hesitating and playing tricks on me, obviously trying to scare me! I won't be fooled!

I think Senior Sister Nangong’s cultivation level is about the same as that of Qin Keke. Since I can defeat Qin Keke, dealing with her will naturally be a piece of cake!

Senior Sister Nangong, although we are very familiar with each other, I will not show mercy to you in the arena!"

"Boy, you're courageous! You're worthy of being my boss! I was planning on giving you three moves when we got to the ring, but seeing how courageous you are, I won't let you go!"

"No, no, no! My dear Senior Sister Nangong, you said it yourself, I am your eldest, I must give way!"

I don't know what's so funny about this.

Yue Yinling laughed wildly again, this time holding her stomach and not standing up.

He also took out a gambling tablecloth and said with a smile: "Bet...Bet, let's bet on who will win between Nangong and Ye Feng!"

The fat and thin monks immediately took out the silver and shouted, "I'm betting on Brother Feng!"

Ye Feng was deeply moved and was about to hug his two good brothers.

Unexpectedly, the fat and thin monk continued to shout: "Brother Yafeng loses!"

"I also bet on Junior Brother Ye Feng to lose!"

"I bet ten taels! Senior Sister Nangong wins!"

"I bet five taels, Ye Feng loses!"

Many girls who are usually quiet and gentle are opening their wallets at this moment.

Ye Feng was dumbfounded. He was betting on himself to lose!

Yue Yinling seemed to be betting that Ye Feng would win, so she would take him in no matter who he was!

Ye Feng was furious and said, "You guys are going too far! Why are you betting on me to lose? Ling'er, you are my junior sister... bet on me to win!"

Huang Ling'er spread her hands and said, "Daddy said gambling is wrong."

At this time, Shangguan Lan suddenly dropped a silver ingot worth twenty taels on the gambling cloth.

Said: "I... bet on Ye Feng to win."

Yue Yinling's eyes widened.

What's going on?

I was planning to make a fortune, but then Shangguan Lan suddenly appeared.

"Shangguan, are you sure?"

"Yeah, sure."

Mei Xuehan said, "Junior Sister, are you crazy? Isn't this just throwing money away? Didn't you hear that Nangong has already reached the Guiyuan Realm?"

Shangguan Lan glanced at Ye Feng and said, "No one bet on him to win. He's too pitiful. I... will just consider it as supporting him."

Ye Feng looked at Shangguan Lan gratefully and said, "Shangguan, I will definitely not let you down!"

Yi Xiaofu said: "Ye Feng, since you are so optimistic about yourself, why don't you bet on yourself to win?"

"You take me for an idiot, how could I possibly do this business when I know it's going to lose money?"

Everyone was speechless after hearing this.

At this time, the fierce girl An Nian squeezed over and shouted, "I heard there's a bet? I'll bet a hundred taels on Ye Feng to win!"

"You're worthy of being my good sister-in-law! You've made a hundred taels in one go! You must have made a killing today!"

"What good sister-in-law? I'm your good senior sister! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up! Junior Sister Nangong, I'm sorry, I'm more optimistic about this guy in this match... Yin Ling, I'll bet one hundred taels on this guy to win!"

Yue Yinling gritted her teeth.

She didn't really want others to bet on Ye Feng to win.

She wanted to gamble against herself and these people.

Because she didn't think Nangong Yan had really reached the Guiyuan realm.

Qin Keke was at the peak of the God Control Realm and could enter the Return to Origin Realm at any time, but he was defeated by Ye Feng.

As long as Nangong Yan has not reached the Guiyuan realm, Ye Feng still has a great chance of winning.