Evil Master and Disciple

When Ye Feng was madly attacking the Vajra Dharma Image in the sky, in front of the Yunhai Hall, a group of righteous elders and seniors had strange expressions on their faces and had ulterior motives.

Sihai Taoist of Xuanzhen Sect pinched his beard and showed a forced smile.

He looked at an old monk sitting on his left. He had white beard and eyebrows, was slightly fat, and was wearing a purple bud robe.

He smiled and said, "The true teachings of Buddhism have never been passed on to outsiders, and we in the righteous sects are very taboo about stealing the true teachings of other sects. Now, a female disciple of the Yunhai Sect has actually activated the Undying Vajra Dharmakaya, one of the six great magical powers of Buddhism. Brother Xuankong, don't you find it very strange?"

The divine monk Xuankong is one of the three great divine monks of Lingtai Temple. He saves the world and is highly respected by the world.

People in the Buddhist sect don't talk much. They have been watching the battle here for a few days. The monk Xuankong only says a few words to Yun Yi and others every day and rarely speaks on his own initiative.

Hearing what the Taoist Sihai said, the divine monk Xuankong's face was calm, he put his hands together, and just softly chanted a Buddhist name.

Fairy Meng You, the Grand Elder of the Jade Maiden Sect, had a glint in her eyes as she smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Sihai is quite right. This is indeed a bit strange. Senior Brother Xuankong, wouldn't you say a few words about this female disciple's understanding of the true Buddhist teachings?"

These righteous sects appear to be united on the surface, but in fact they are secretly scheming against each other.

They will seize any opportunity to attack other sects.

Now that a disciple of the Yunhai Sect has mastered the advanced Buddhist techniques and has displayed them in public, it is indeed a good reason to criticize them.

They did not point their spearheads at Master Yun Yi, but looked at the divine monk Xuankong of Lingtai Temple.

Su Yutian, the deputy leader of Chaotian Sect, is relatively righteous.

He did not ask the Divine Monk Xuankong, but instead asked Master Yun Yi, "Senior Brother Yun Yi, what's going on?"

Not only were these external elders concerned about this matter, but the high-ranking elders of the Yunhai Sect sitting nearby also looked at Master Yun Yi with surprise and doubt on their faces.

Master Yun Yi smiled faintly and said, "I know this girl Shen Tianqi. She is the daughter of Junior Sister Shan Muchin and Shen Fulong. It's not surprising that she understands the true Dharma of Buddhism."

Everyone was stunned.

Then it dawned on me.

Shen Fulong is also a man who has fascinated the world. He made his mark in the Lingshan Competition two hundred and forty years ago.

Fairy Mengyou smiled and said, "So she's the daughter of Shen Fulong. That's nothing to be surprised about. Shen Fulong practices the true Dharma of Buddhism."

Sihai Daoist frowned slightly.

He thought that this incident could be used to sow discord between the Yunhai Sect and the Lingtai Temple, but he didn't expect that Shen Fulong, the wandering Buddhist, was actually impure and had fallen in love with a female disciple of the Yunhai Sect.

Although the sects have strict rules and regulations, disciples are not allowed to secretly learn the true methods of other sects.

But cases like Shen Tianqi are exceptions.

As long as Shen Tianqi doesn't pass on the Buddhist magical powers to others, but practices them herself, no one can do anything to her.

Fatty Yulong had already sat back in his chair, looking at the tall four-headed Vajra Buddha statue on the No. 10 ring. He curled his lips, rolled his eyes, and kept muttering and cursing, looking very unhappy.

Obviously, this fat guy seemed to have known Shen Tianqi's life experience for a long time.

True Man Yuying was sitting next to him. Seeing his nonchalant look, she gently kicked Fatty Yulong's calf with her foot.

Fatty Yulong was stunned and turned to look.

But Junior Sister Yuying looked at the No. 10 arena with a calm expression.

Without her lips moving, the gentle voice reached Yulong's ears.

"Fatty, be more restrained. The Xuankong Divine Monk is right next to you. Don't offend the Buddhist sect."

Fatty Yulong shook his head and seemed to unintentionally put his head close to Zhenren Yuying's ear.

He whispered, "If I hadn't considered the presence of the Divine Monk Xuankong, I would have started to scold him... Last time I broke his leg, and he actually made a fuss. What does he mean by this? Is our Yunhai Sect's skills not enough? Does he want to learn Buddhist skills? Isn't this telling everyone in the world that Shen Tianqi is his child?

I warned him back then not to contact Sister Shan and her daughter again, but he actually secretly taught Buddhism to Shen Tianqi! Don't let me see him, or I'll break his arm! I'll keep him bedridden for three months!"

True Man Yuying smiled bitterly.

He reached out and gently moved Master Yulong's head.

The voice transmission said: "You... I don't even bother to say anything about you. If you hadn't broken his leg back then, so many things wouldn't have happened later."

Fatty Yulong immediately blew his beard and glared, and said in a voice transmission: "Yuying, speak with conscience! You know the details. It was the head brother who ordered me to break his leg. How can you blame me?"

"Yes, you wanted to kill him at that time... Fortunately, Dugu Changkong and Fu Jinghong arrived in time with the order from the head brother to stop you."

“Humph, it’s these two little guys who did the bad things… I still haven’t forgiven them!

But, having said that, you actually have me to thank for this. If I hadn't broken Shen Fulong's leg, would his sister Shen Fuyao have come to Yunhai Sect? If she hadn't come, would she have gotten pregnant with Yun Shuang'er? You picked up Yun Shuang'er, a once-in-a-millennium Taoist prodigy, as your disciple for nothing. You should have treated me to a midnight snack!"

"Get lost! I'm warning you, don't mention Shuang'er's life experience again, or I'll break your legs!"

"Got it! Got it! Never mention it again!" Fatty Yulong seemed to know the seriousness of the matter and shut up decisively.

On the ring, Ye Feng continuously controlled the Purple-Green Divine Sword to shoot towards the top of one of the heads of the Vajra Dharma Image.

Shen Tianqi did not fail to fight back.

Although the giant arm could no longer reach Ye Feng, streams of Buddha's flames still turned into golden giant pythons and swept towards Ye Feng.

It’s a pity that Shen Tianqi’s cultivation is not enough. In addition, she has been mainly practicing the Yunhai Sect’s true Dharma and supernatural powers in recent years, and her attainments in the Buddhist Dharma are not very high.

The released Buddha flame attack was not strong and its speed was limited. Ye Feng stepped on the Eight Desolate Divine Sword and kept speeding in the sky, so he could easily dodge it.

The cheers and discussions around the ring died down.

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on this spectacular fight.

Compared with the huge Vajra statue, Ye Feng looked so weak in size, like an ant trying to shake a tree, giving people a very strong sense of impact.

clang!

clang!

……

The sound of the Purple-Green Divine Sword fiercely slamming into the Vajra Dharma Image continued to ring out.

The sound was dull, like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.

This was not a simple collision.

Every collision contains a powerful spiritual impact.

Although the body of the Vajra Dharma Image was constantly rotating and changing, Ye Feng was in the sky, and no matter how it changed, the head of the Vajra Dharma Image was facing him.

He controlled the Purple-Green Divine Sword with his mind, striking the same spot again and again.

After more than thirty collisions, Ye Feng's character was almost worn down...

When the Purple-Green Divine Sword struck the top of Vajra Dharma Image's head once again, a tiny crack finally appeared at that location.

Ye Feng felt like he had seen a savior.

Wow, screaming: "I thought you were solid! Turns out you can crack!"

The Purple-Green Sword attacked again.

clang!

There was another loud noise.

The originally tiny cracks widened a little after this impact.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than ten swords.

At this moment, everyone could see that thousands of cracks had appeared on the head of the ugly and ferocious angry-eyed King Kong that had been attacked by Ye Feng.

Everyone knew that this invincible Vajra Dharma image was about to be broken by Ye Feng.

After enduring more than seventy attacks, the head of Vajra Dharmakaya could no longer bear it, and a faint golden Buddha light shot out from the cracks.

With a loud bang, the entire head seemed to explode from the inside.

Countless tiny golden fragments flew out like porcelain.

Ye Feng quickly activated the Eight Desolate Immortal Sword to resist, so as to avoid being injured by these flying golden fragments.

At this moment, Ye Feng's eyes were fixed on the strange Vajra Dharma Image with only three heads left.

He was a little worried. Did he have to break all four of his heads?

I soon realized that I was overthinking it.

The exploded Vajra head had a crack starting from the shoulder, which spread towards the Buddha's body.

As the cracks spread, the number of cracks quickly increased from one to two, then three...

In just five or six breaths, the Buddha's body on this side was already covered with cracks.

Then the cracks extended to the bodies of the other three Vajra statues.

Ye Feng quickly recalled the Purple-Green Divine Sword, and with two swords in his hands, he retreated a little.

The head of an angry King Kong exploded, and the power was already terrifying.

If this huge golden statue of the Dharma image explodes, the energy generated should not be low.

To be on the safe side, Ye Feng not only flew more than ten feet into the sky, but also used the Eight Desolate Divine Sword to set up a layer of orange-yellow defensive barrier around himself.

When the body of the five or six-story-tall Vajra Dharma Image was completely covered with cracks, strands of golden light once again shone through the cracks.

Suddenly the strong wind stopped and the world became quiet.

It's like the calm before the storm.

Then, accompanied by a deafening roar, the huge Vajra Dharma image turned into hundreds of thousands of golden fragments and flew in all directions.

Most of the fragments were blocked by the arena's defensive barrier.

These fragments were like pieces of porcelain. Under the impact of the powerful force, they were embedded in the water curtain of the barrier.

There were so many of them that they almost covered the water curtain of the barrier.

Viewed from the outside, the barrier water curtain looked like it was covered with a layer of gold foil, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Billowing dust and smoke accompanied by sand and gravel rose up, like the explosion of a heavy aerial bomb.

Fortunately, Ye Feng was alert and used the Eight Desolate Sword to set up a barrier beforehand. Otherwise, he would have been injured under this impact.

Ye Feng, who was in mid-air, saw a slender figure appear in the rolling dust under his feet.

At this moment, Vajra Dharmakāya is forced, and Shen Tianqi will definitely suffer a backlash, with his qi and blood disturbed. This is a good opportunity to win the competition in one fell swoop.

So Ye Feng immediately swooped down from the sky, ready to kill her while she was sick!

The originally flat arena was almost turned into ruins.

The previous huge palm print, coupled with this energy explosion, made the arena three feet shorter.

Ye Feng's true energy surged, blowing away the dust and smoke around him.

He saw Shen Tianqi, dressed in plain clothes, struggling to stand up from the ruins.

Ye Feng took a quick step forward, and put the tetanus rusted sword against Shen Tianqi's neck.

"Sister Shen, you lose."

Shen Tianqi lay sideways in the ruins, supporting his body with his hands.

Looking at the rusty sword in front of her, her body trembled slightly.

Her attainments in Buddhist magical powers were not very high, and the Vajra Dharma image was connected with the heart meridians, qi and blood.

Every time Ye Feng's purple-green sword hit the Vajra Dharma Image, a part of the force was actually borne by her.

At this moment, the blood and energy in his body were surging like waves, difficult to suppress, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Because she was wearing a veil, the blood instantly dyed the veil red.

Then the veil gently slid down from her cheek.

(There is one more chapter to come!)