Old Ma's chest rose and fell. It was obvious that he wasn't calm as he said coldly, "I broke my own arm and sent it to Great Thunderclap Monastery, returning their divine arts. Why are you still chasing after me and breaking my family apart? Since you insist on killing me, why can't I impart the divine arts of Great Thunderclap Monastery to the outside world? "
The old monk shook his head, "Junior brother, one arm doesn't represent all the divine arts."
Old Ma chuckled softly, "Not all the divine arts in my body came from Great Thunderclap Monastery. Could it be that you guys want to cripple the other divine arts in my body? I was born in Great Thunderclap Monastery but I fought my way out with my own two hands. Back then, you guys didn't dare to stop me. When I had a wife and children, you guys came knocking on my door. For the safety of my wife and children, I was willing to break my arm and return your divine arts! "
His face turned gloomy, "And then? You chased me down, broke my family apart, and killed my family! "
The old monk's white eyebrows twitched, "Rules are rules. If they're changed, they're no longer rules. The mortal world interferes with cultivation. Junior brother, we actually didn't want to kill you. We just wanted to save you from the world of suffering and return to Great Thunderclap Monastery to cultivate and achieve enlightenment. Back then, if you didn't have a mortal heart and fought your way out of Great Thunderclap Monastery, the position of Rulai of Great Thunderclap Monastery would be yours. If you were willing to follow me back to the monastery, Old Rulai would definitely be very gratified. The position of Rulai would still be yours. " (Zhai Zhu's Note: Rulai refers to Sakyamuni in the folklore but according to Buddhism, Rulai refers to Buddha. As long as it's Buddha, it's Rulai. The Buddhist scriptures say to speak the truth, hence Rulai, which refers to the realm of Buddha.)
"Go back?"
Old Ma said blankly, "Back then, I killed my way out. If I want to go back, I naturally have to kill my way out!"
The old monk's face sank and he sighed, "Rulai will be very disappointed. The youth on the stage is your disciple, right? You imparted Thunderclap Eight Strikes to him but you didn't impart the heart technique of Great Thunderclap Monastery, Rulai's Mahayana Sutra. "
He looked at Qin Mu who was fighting a young man on the stage and said, "Rulai's Mahayana Sutra is a technique to subdue devils. Without cultivating this heart technique, no matter how strong Thunderclap Eight Strikes is, it's all empty talk. Today, I've brought my disciple here. Ming Xin, come and greet your martial uncle! "
Behind him, a tall and thin young monk stepped forward with prayer beads in his hands. He put his palms together and greeted, "Uncle-Master."
The old monk raised his white eyebrows and said, "Ming Xin is also a Spirit Embryo Realm practitioner. I will bet my Buddhist staff here. Does Junior Apprentice Brother want to bet? "
Madam Si raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when Old Ma said expressionlessly, "Rules and regulations are all bullshit. Let's make a bet. How much does my head weigh compared to your khakkhara staff? "
The old monk nodded and said, "The weight is about the same."
Blind, Madam Si, Apothecary and the rest frowned and were about to dissuade him when Old Ma said resolutely, "If Mu'er loses, take my head back to Great Thunderclap Monastery to meet Rulai. If Mu'er wins, leave your monk staff behind and scram as far as you can."
"Excellent."
The old monk said to the little monk Ming Xin, "Today, I will take back the Great Thunderclap Temple's divine art from the traitor. If you win, it will be your merit."
Ming Xin acknowledged and walked towards the arena.
On the arena, the young man who was fighting with Qin Mu was an expert in sword skills. He walked the path of Senior Apprentice Brother Qu of Li River's Five Disciples. His treasure sword was not more than three feet away from his body. The difference between him and Senior Apprentice Brother Qu was that his sword was not big and was more like a dagger. It was eight inches long, small but more dangerous!
This small sword would occasionally stab out from strange places such as his armpits and crotch. It would also drill into his clothes and come out from his sleeves when Qin Mu was fighting with him!
Using qi to control the sword, his sword control technique was so brilliant that it was not inferior to Li River's disciple Qian Qiu. It was much better than Senior Apprentice Brother Qu.
Furthermore, this person actually had high attainments in battle skills. His palm skills were very profound and his aura was like a majestic mountain. When he exerted force from his palms, mountain markings would appear from the center of his palms.
However, at this moment, the outcome of the battle on the arena was already clear. Qin Mu's big moves were fierce and his footwork was swift. The young man was at a disadvantage when they exchanged blows. Qin Mu's vigorous vital qi had directly crushed his vital qi!
Qin Mu had used the Tempest of the Nine Dragons. Although he had only used three out of the nine layers of strength, it had already injured the young man's internal organs. Although his sword skills were exquisite, he had already lost.
Qin Mu's footsteps were disorderly, like thousands of snakes slithering in the grass. He suddenly moved to the east and then to the west, sometimes to the front and sometimes to the back. This made the young man unable to see where his attacks were coming from. In the next moment, he felt a pain in his back as he was sent flying by Qin Mu's palm.
The young man landed on the ground and was stunned. He bowed to Qin Mu who was on the arena and thanked him, "Thank you for showing mercy."
Even though Qin Mu's palm had imprinted on his back and had a lot of power, it wasn't fierce and didn't injure his heart and lungs. Otherwise, with Qin Mu's abilities, he would definitely have shattered all his internal organs into smithereens!
"Does junior brother need to rest?" Ming Yue had been standing there quietly, waiting for Qin Mu to defeat the young man. Only then did she open her mouth to ask.
Qin Mu's gaze landed on him. This monk was young and wore a white robe that wasn't stained with a speck of dust. Even the shoes on his feet were white and he looked very clean. Even though he had shaved his head, he still looked very handsome and made people have a good impression of him.
He was about to reply that he didn't need to when Madam Si's voice suddenly rang out, "Rest, you must rest!"
Qin Mu didn't understand what she meant, but he still did as Madam Si said and sat down to rest and recuperate his breath. His "Overlord Body Three Elixir Technique" was suitable to be cultivated while running. Even though he had already fought with over ten practitioners, his vital qi wasn't depleted and he was still in his peak condition. It was just that his body was slightly tired.
Madam Si carried a cup of water onto the arena and placed it in Qin Mu's hands, "Mu'er, no matter what method you use, you must win this time. You mustn't lose! Your Grandpa Ma has bet with that old baldy and has put his life on the line! "
Qin Mu's heart jumped and he immediately looked at Old Ma. Old Ma's expression was indifferent as his voice rang out, "Mu'er, Unparalleled Overlord Body will never lose! I believe in you. "
Even though he said this, Qin Mu was still slightly flustered. Even though the people in the village were all his relatives, the person he was closest to other than Madam Si was Old Ma. Back then, it was Old Ma who carried the stone statue with one arm and went out of the village with Madam Si to pick him up from the riverside and save his life!
If he were to lose, wouldn't he be harming Old Ma's life?
At this moment, Apothecary was also frowning. Old Ma believed that Qin Mu was the Unparalleled Overlord Body and had confidence in Qin Mu. However, Qin Mu wasn't the Overlord Body after all.
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