There were many guards in the treasure house, but no one dared to stop them.
Jun Wu Xie and Yan Qingcheng went straight in, and soon arrived at the small courtyard.
Looking at the golden Buddhist light and hearing the sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of sutras, Yan Qingcheng looked into the depths of the treasure house and said, "Bald donkey, I advise you to stop now. Otherwise, the Medicine King Sect will not let this go."
"Amitabha. Ever since my Dafan Zen Sect existed, we have experienced the ups and downs of time and have never retreated in the face of any power." The old monk's voice was very calm. "They are all people with the root of wisdom and are fated with Buddha. In the future, if the Medicine King Sect comes to question us, you can ask that benefactress if she is willing to join Buddha. "
"Great monk, I am not willing. I am a disciple of the Medicine King Sect. How can I join Buddhism?"
Su Gang's voice rang out in the small courtyard, filled with anger and determination.
Yan Qingcheng said coldly, "Bald donkey, you heard her. She said she is not willing."
"Amitabha. The two benefactresses are emotionally unstable now. What they say may not be the truth of their hearts. In three days, everyone can come and ask. At that time, as long as the two benefactresses say they are not willing, this old monk will immediately apologize. "
"Old bald donkey, do you have any shame?" Jun Wu Xie was fuming with rage and she retorted angrily: "What they are saying now is what they truly want from their hearts! In three days, they will be forcefully converted by you. Of course, they will not say they were forced. You are really shameless! "
"Evil creature! You killed my Zen Sect disciple. This old monk has yet to settle this score with you! "
"Then get out here now. I am standing right here. I will accept whatever you want to settle!"
Jun Wu Xie's heart was burning with rage. She had met many arrogant and unreasonable people before.
However, the arrogance of those people was very straightforward.
This Dafan Zen Sect was nauseating.
While they were arrogant, they also boasted of being compassionate and righteous. They were sanctimonious and hypocritical.
"Vile spawn, even your sect master was unable to withstand a single blow. You are only in the Qi Condensation Realm, and you dare to be so impudent in front of me?!"
At this moment, Yan Qingcheng said, "Bald donkey, you are just relying on your higher cultivation level to do whatever you want here. Does that mean that I can also do whatever I want here?"
"Amitabha, you must be one of the upper echelons of the Southern Border's Demonic Pupil Clan, right?" The old monk said calmly, "If that's the case, you should understand the tacit understanding between the Dominating Powers. Previously, my Great Brahma Zen Sect's lower level protector made a move against you and was killed by you. This old monk has nothing to say. Right now, this old monk hasn't done anything to you, so you have no reason to attack. "
"You want me to abide by this unwritten agreement. Have you abided by it? You trapped the disciples of the Medicine King Sect here and forcefully converted them. Did you abide by the agreement? "
"This old monk is redeeming the sufferings of others. In the face of great mercy, how can I be restrained by such tacit understanding?"
"So you're saying that you can choose not to follow the rules, but I have to?" Yan Qing Cheng smiled and said, "Keep away your shameless logic. I don't buy it. At the end of the day, in this world, strength speaks louder than words. It's not something that can be done with words. "
"Don't worry. If I personally deal with you, it will be beneath my dignity. The two people you want to convert, one is this young man's sister, and the other is his friend. I think that the way to resolve this matter is to have a duel between the two of you. Whoever loses will immediately get out of the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty and will not be allowed to take half a step in for three years! "
"Amitabha, is what you say true?"
The old monk was taken aback. He didn't expect the other party to propose such a solution.
He was a Zong King expert, and that young man was only in the Qi Condensation Realm. There was a difference of six realms between them.
He could kill that young man with just a puff of air!
"I am a man of my words. I will not go back on my words."
Yan Qingcheng replied with certainty.
Beside her, Jun Wu Xie's face twitched a few times.
What was Yan Qingcheng up to? She actually wanted him to duel with a Zong King expert. This was simply sending him to his death. There was no hope of winning.
However, he believed that Yan Qingcheng had her own plans.
"Just as well. This little bastard killed a disciple of my Dafan Zen Sect. This old monk was just about to settle the score with him!"
An old monk walked out from the depths of the treasure house.
His eyebrows were a little white, but his face was ruddy. There weren't any wrinkles, and his body was very strong.
In the blink of an eye, the old monk came from the depths of the treasure house.
He walked towards Jun Wu Xie. There was no mercy in his eyes. Instead, there was a strong killing intent.
"Bastard, kneel down and accept your death!"
He was very strong. His voice was like thunder. He raised his palm, and a Buddhist palm print appeared in the air. It pressed down on Jun Wu Xie.
At this time, Yan Qingcheng flicked her finger.
A ray of light surrounded by runes entered the old monk's body.
The old monk's aura weakened a hundred times, a thousand times!
His cultivation level was suppressed from the Zong King Realm to the pinnacle of the Qi Condensation Realm.
"What is the meaning of this? Are you going back on your words?"
The old monk was shocked and angry. The Grotto-Heaven in his body was sealed, and he could only use the power of the pinnacle of the Qi Condensation Realm!
"I said that I would not attack you personally. The battle between the two of you must be carried out on a fair basis. What is fair? You must fight at the same cultivation level. "
"Do you think that you can beat this old monk just because we are at the same cultivation level?"
The old monk could not help but laugh. He was a Zong King Realm expert. How could the Qi Condensation Realm compare to his experience and understanding of martial techniques?
Even at the same cultivation level, he had the advantage!
"Bastard, accept your death!"
With a deep roar, the Buddha's Palm Seal pressed down, enveloping Jun Wu Xie.
Jun Wu Xie laughed coldly, one hand behind his back. He did not even look at the Buddhist palm print.
He walked directly towards the old monk.
The Blood Qi he released was like a roaring river, surging around his body.
The Buddhist palm print was about to press down on his head.
However, due to the impact of the boiling Blood Qi, he was forcefully fixed in the air, unable to descend.
Rumble!
As Jun Wu Xie walked, the golden Blood Qi burst forth, rushing forward like a huge wave.
The old monk's expression changed, and he felt a suffocating pressure.
The surging golden Blood Qi was like a roaring river. Before it reached him, he could not stand still. His body swayed, and he took a few steps back.
He stomped on the ground, raised his hand, and punched Jun Wu Xie.
The moment he punched, a golden Buddhist palm print exploded with a thunderous sound.
Jun Wu Xie waved his hand, and the golden Blood Qi surged out, dissipating the Buddhist palm print.
In the next moment, he was in front of the old monk, and a slap landed on his face. It was crisp and loud.
Near the small courtyard, the people inside the treasure house saw this scene, and their eyes twitched violently.
Hui Yuan was the first house master of the treasure house, who had come here to take over the position a few days ago!
He was the number one person in the treasure house, and had the highest authority here.
Now, this number one person was actually slapped in the face by a Qi Condensation Realm martial artist. His entire body was sent flying, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with his fallen teeth.
"Old bald donkey, you're relying on the fact that you've cultivated for a thousand years, that's why you can act so arrogantly here!" Jun Wu Xie stepped forward, her fist piercing through Hui Yuan's defensive means, directly smashing into his chest.
Hui Yuan was sent flying, his entire chest cracked open, and fresh blood dripped.
"Now, without the advantage of cultivation level, why don't you talk about your ruffian principles?"
Jun Wu Xie followed closely behind Hui Yuan. Before her body had even touched the ground, Hui Yuan had already grabbed her by the ankle and swung her up to the ground.
Rumble!
The ground here shook violently, and rocks flew everywhere.
Every time he was hit, he would leave a human-shaped hole in the ground, and the ground was covered in blood.
The old monk screamed, and had no room to fight back.
What Grandmaster Realm expert? Without the advantage of cultivation level, he was thrown around like a scarecrow in front of Jun Wu Xie. It was a complete abuse.
In a moment, the old monk was no longer human.
His bones had all fallen apart, and he was like a puddle of mud. His body was covered in blood, and his face was swollen like a pig's head. Even his mother would not recognize him.
The people inside the treasure house were dumbfounded.
Hui Yuan was the new first house master.
But the previous first house master was an elder of the Medicine King Sect. He had been here for ten years, and the people here were naturally more inclined towards the Medicine King Sect.
But due to Hui Yuan's abuse of power, they dared not speak out.
"Speak, why do you have to convert my sister?"
Jun Wu Xie pressed Hui Yuan's head to the ground. Seeing that he would not speak, he grabbed a handful of soil and forced it into his mouth.
The old monk Hui Yuan choked to the point that he kept vomiting, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"You won't speak? A bald donkey like you is extremely thick-skinned. Your words and actions can be said to be shameless! I'd like to see if you have no sense of shame under any circumstances! "
Jun Wu Xie grabbed Hui Yuan's ankle and dragged him to the ground. He turned around and walked out of the treasure house.
Yan Qingcheng was stunned. 'What is this little bastard trying to do by dragging that old bald donkey outside?'
The people inside the treasure house were also filled with doubts and followed him outside.
In front of the treasure house, the crowd gathered here did not disperse.
When they saw Jun Wu Xie dragging a bloody old monk out, they were all shocked.
He dragged the old monk to a stone pillar in the square in front of the door.
Just as everyone was guessing what he was going to do, they saw him actually tear the old monk's monk robes into pieces. They could not help but be stunned.
Then, the muscles on their faces twitched violently, and their expressions were interesting.
There were even some female audience members who cried out in surprise. Their faces were red as they turned around abruptly.
Everyone's eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.
They saw Jun Wu Xie take out a very thin rope, pinch open the old monk's mouth, pull out his tongue, and tie it up with the rope.
Then, he bent the old monk's body and tied the other end of the rope between his legs …
Finally, he hung the naked old monk on the stone pillar in the square.
The old monk's eyes were about to split open. As he struggled, a certain part of his body was immediately pulled by the rope. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
His tongue moved as he screamed.
When his tongue moved, it pulled the rope, and there was another heart-wrenching pain below.
His entire body was convulsing, but he had to do his best to control his convulsing body. He tried his best to maintain his bent body, and did not dare to stretch his body in the slightest.
The tongue that was forced out also did not dare to retract in the slightest. He was in so much pain that he wished he was dead.
In addition, countless gazes were looking at him. He was so ashamed that he wanted to bang his head against the wall and die.
"When the heavens are about to bestow great fortune upon you, they will first humiliate your will, torture your muscles and bones, and expose your skin." Jun Wu Xie pointed at the old monk and sealed the vital Qi in his grotto-heaven. He said, "Master, you don't have to be so grateful to me. I'm just merciful and willing to help others."
"Ah! Ah … Ah … "
The old monk's tongue was sticking out. He wanted to speak, but he could only make "ah" sounds. His eyes were filled with hatred, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his mouth. He was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot.
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