After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 737: Great victory, obtain the Acala Sutra! [Two in one]

Qiangba instinctively sensed the danger and quickly raised the iron pestle with both hands to block it.

"boom!"

A terrifying force came from his hands.

Qiangba only felt an incomparable force pouring directly into his body from his hands, along his spine, all the way down into his legs.

"Boom..."

The ground beneath my feet exploded, dirt splashed, and a pit collapsed in an instant.

Qiangba bent his knees and almost fell to his knees.

He held the iron pestle with his strong hands, gritted his teeth, and held Chen Yang's hammer tightly.

But this would make him feel better in terms of appearance, but not in terms of body. If he knelt down, he could take the opportunity to relieve some of the force, but now, most of the force of the hammer was borne by his body.

Fortunately, he had enough fat on his body and was able to withstand strong impacts, otherwise he would have been seriously injured on the spot.

"Very capable!"

Chen Yang smiled jokingly and raised the hammer again.

It was just the power of two dragons, but the fat monk was able to withstand it. It is indeed not comparable to the physique of ordinary strong men in the early or middle stage of the Creation Realm, but the limit is probably here.

This made Chen Yang feel a little bored.

It's not even on the same level.

He raised the hammer high and then dropped it heavily.

This hammer contains the power of three dragons.

"Oh!"

The hammer fell on the iron pestle with a loud bang.

How could the young monk Qiangba bear it any longer? Under the suppression of the terrifying force, he finally knelt down on one leg with a thud.

There was a loud bang on the ground, and a big pit collapsed. The gust of wind swept up the soil and fallen leaves, spreading out for twenty to thirty meters around.

"puff!"

The young monk Qiangba tried his best to hold up the iron pestle and still held Chen Yang's hammer, but his face turned red and blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. He couldn't hold back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"what?"

"Junior brother?"

……

Everyone at the scene was stunned by this scene. They thought there would be an exciting fight, but they didn't expect it to be a one-sided suppression.

Moreover, the one who was suppressed was that young monk Qiangba. Looking at the situation, it seemed that there was no room for resistance at all.

They are all pure strength contestants. The power just displayed by this Qiangba is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people in the realm of creation, but in the end it was just a silver wax spear head?
The Divine Fire Sect's side was also dumbfounded.

Dorje stood up suddenly and Sangjie lost his composure. This scene was beyond their expectations and was completely different from the script they had arranged.

Originally, they proposed a competition between those who are half as young as them, in order to screen out those top strong ones. Among the younger generation of Emei, there are some who can be called geniuses, but they are not up to par. Qiangba is a genius among geniuses, at the age of 25, he is in the middle stage of the Creation Realm. Not to mention that he is half as young as Emei, even if he meets some of the older generation, he is not much behind. How could he be crushed by a unknown outer disciple?

For a moment, no one came to their senses.

……

In the field, the young monk Qiangba was still holding the iron pestle in both hands, still resisting Chen Yang's hammer tightly.

Both eyes were bulging with blood and his face looked extremely hideous.

Heavy breathing and a low growl in the throat.

It has obviously reached its limit.

Chen Yang originally wanted to hit him with the hammer again, but with this hammer, this strong little monk would probably die on the spot.

This was a fight, with so many people watching, and he could only stop talking after a certain point, and there was no way he would take anyone's life.

Although Xuan Jing asked him to do it on a big scale, Yuan Long said that he should pay attention to the impact and not let Emei and Shenhuo Sect become mortal enemies, which would benefit other sects.

At that moment, Chen Yang put away the hammer and kicked the opponent's iron pestle.

"Oh!"

The huge body of Qiangba was kicked away, leaving a long trail on the ground.

Several monks from the Divine Fire Sect immediately rushed forward and tried to help him up, but the man was too fat and heavy, and several people were unable to lift him. The scene was a little funny.

But no one laughed, and the scene was silent.

A competition ended so hastily?
Two hammers solve the problem?
"Concession!"

Chen Yang bowed to the opposite side, put the hammer on his shoulder, and prepared to leave.

Dull!

I thought I would meet a strong opponent and have a good fight with him, but in the end I was no match for him.

This lowered his definition of genius to a lower level.

Wang Yuanchao stood up and was about to announce that Chen Yang won.

"Wait!"

The holy monk Sangji suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked towards Sanjay.

Xuan Jing's eyes lit up. Could it be that Sang Jie couldn't help himself and wanted to take action himself?

Wang Yuanchao said, "Master Sangjie, the winner has been decided..."

"Humph!"

Sangjie snorted coldly, "Qiangba hasn't admitted defeat yet, how can the victory or defeat be decided?"

This……

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at the scene was stunned.

Isn’t this called losing?

He only used two hammer strikes, but look at your disciple, he is bleeding from all seven orifices and it is obvious that he has serious internal injuries.

And Chen Yang obviously hasn't used up all his strength yet.

If this isn’t called losing, then what is it?
Do you still want to fight? Can he still withstand a blow? Do you wish this strong little monk to die?
With just one word from Sangjie, Wang Yuanchao couldn't be dealt with.

Wang Yuanchao said, "Master, this is a martial arts competition, not a life-and-death duel. Just stop when you are done. The victory just now..."

"My junior brother hasn't admitted defeat yet, how can the victory or defeat be decided!" Duoji reacted and said quickly, "Just now the opponent was just trying to get the upper hand, and my junior brother didn't react in time, and didn't even have time to use his skills..."

How could they be willing to just admit defeat like that?

They came all the way from Xinjiang just to show off their power, but they failed to do so and were defeated at the first stop. Where can they put their face?
Admitting defeat at this time would only make him a laughing stock. Moreover, in their opinion, Qangba is not without the ability to fight and there is a possibility of a comeback.

Wang Yuanchao paused when he heard this, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Then according to your opinion, what should we do now? Should we let Master Qiangba take a break before fighting again? Or should we replace him with someone else?"

The tall and thin monk next to Sangjie was eager to try after hearing this.

Substitute someone?
Can you still play like this?
Even if Emei agreed, the Divine Fire Sect couldn't save face.

Sangjie stood up, walked to the side of the young monk Qiangba, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered something in his ear.

The young monk Qiangba nodded, and a disciple wiped the blood off his face. Qiangba took a breath for a while, then picked up the iron pestle and stood up again.

Step by step, he walked back to the center of the field.

Chen Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "If you only have the strength you just had, then I suggest you stop struggling."

In a fight, you have to be cautious. You can't be so cruel as to beat the other person to death. Even if you win, you will make an enemy, and your fellow Emei people will also say that you have no vision.

Therefore, we have to ensure that he is alive, and preferably not seriously injured.

"Humph!"

Qiangba the monk snorted coldly, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and raised the iron pestle with one hand, "Stop talking nonsense, come again!"

With a low roar, the monk Qiangba's whole body shook, his fat rolled, and his skin turned red in an instant.

His aura suddenly rose a lot.

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, raised the hammer and swung it over.

The power of two dragons.

Fearing that the hammer would take his life, Chen Yang deliberately held back his strength.

"Oh!"

The hammer and pestle collided with each other, making a loud bang.

The recoil force forced both of them to retreat.

Chen Yang stepped back about ten meters and stood still, while the monk Qiangba stumbled and smashed the iron pestle in his hand onto the ground behind him, barely able to steady his body.

"what?"

Chen Yang looked at the other person in surprise.

The blow just now used the strength of two dragons, but I didn’t expect that this person could actually take it.

His strength seems to have increased a lot. Before, this man's limit was only the power of a dragon.

Are you taking drugs?
Boiling blood pill?
Or some secret method?
Chen Yang's eyes fell on the monk Qiangba, and he clearly felt that the other party's strength and momentum were still rising.

At this moment, Chen Yang did not dare to take it lightly.

I felt it was boring at first, but now I feel a little interested.

……

"Uncle Master, can you tell what kind of magic this person is using? Could it be the Acalanatha Sutra?" Yuan Long was also a little surprised and asked Xuan Jing.

Xuan Jing shook her head. "The secret sect has many secret methods, which are treacherous and difficult to deal with. Many of them are unknown to outsiders. I have never seen the Acalanatha Sutra, so it's useless for you to ask me!"

Yuanlong nodded slightly and looked at the field with a little more worry.

……

"drink!"

At this time, the young monk Qiangba let out a loud roar, jumped up suddenly, raised the pestle in both hands, and rushed towards Chen Yang.

The ground was covered with dust and it was shaking slightly when I stepped on it.

The people at the scene were a little frightened by his momentum and retreated one after another, making the battlefield a little wider.

Now, Chen Yang finally felt something.

He raised the hammer and charged forward again.

"Boom, bang, bang..."

The two men soon fought each other. The aura and strength of the monk Qiangba soared wildly, exceeding the power of the three dragons and was roughly on par with Chen Yang.

The two men fought back and forth with hammers and pestles.

The sound was so devastating that, not to mention the shock wave, the sound alone was enough to hurt people's eardrums.

Chen Yang just felt his blood boiling.

This kind of battle of pure strength is the most exciting.

The hammer was swung high, and the iron pestle of the monk Qiangba also flew up and down.

Cool!
Finally, he didn't have to hold back his strength anymore, and Chen Yang just felt refreshed.

They are evenly matched!

Everyone watched this scene, and their mouths were filled with fists as big as sandbags.

They are simply two humanoid monsters.

Are the younger generation all so fierce in fighting?

As the fight between the two continued, the ground cracked and the surrounding trees rustled in the strong wind.

The people watching the fight retreated again and again, and finally retreated into the woods, for fear of being innocently affected by the fight between the two.

"Why did it suddenly improve so much?"

Looking at the two figures in the field, Wang Yuanchao couldn't help but sweat. With this kind of fighting style, both of them were fighting with pure strength, and the final outcome was really hard to predict.

Yuanlong and Xuanjing were relatively calm because they knew Chen Yang still had some cards up his sleeve.

Yuan Long was also puzzled. "I don't know what secret method this person used. He actually increased his physical strength by more than three times in a short period of time. I'm afraid it has exceeded the power of three dragons..."

Xuan Jing said, "The Divine Fire Sect can become one of the three secret sects, so it must have some background. There is no need to worry. Chen Yang can control it!"

Xuan Jing's words gave the two of them reassurance.

……

On the other side, Doji and others couldn't help but smile when they saw Qiangba becoming more and more fierce in the fight.

This is Qiangba’s true strength. All that fat on his body is not gained for nothing.

"Oh!"

After another collision.

The two men quickly separated by twenty to thirty meters.

The young monk Qiangba was leaning on the ground with an iron pestle, panting.

Chen Yang was holding a single hammer and his blood was boiling. His eyes fell on Qiangba and he felt that this man was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange for a while.

"Wow, this guy..."

"Why do you seem to have lost weight?"

"He's lost weight? I think he has lost some weight. What kind of martial arts did this guy practice..."

……

Some sharp-eyed people around still noticed something strange.

Everyone's eyes fell on the monk Qiangba, and they were all a little surprised. This man looked like he had really lost weight compared to before.

The man just now was very plump, with a physique that must have weighed at least 300 to 400 pounds, and his body was full of fat, which made people feel sick just by looking at him.

Now, not only did this man look noticeably thinner, but the skin on his face was also a little loose, making him look somewhat disgusting.

When Chen Yang heard what others said, he finally realized what was wrong with this person.

I have really lost a lot of weight.

What? Fighting with yourself can help you lose weight.

The young monk Qiangba held the iron pestle tightly and stared at Chen Yang with clenched teeth, the cruelty in his eyes was completely undisguised.

He really couldn't imagine that even though he had pushed his secret technique to such a level, he was only able to tie with the opponent.

You should know that his secret method, called Fat Burning Divine Power, is an extremely powerful treasure passed down by the Maitreya lineage of the Divine Fire Sect.

This exercise can help you gain powerful strength instantly by burning fat. It uses the body as a furnace and fat as fuel.

It can be said that the thicker the fat, the stronger the fighting power.

Of course, the strength of bones is limited, so the power obtained through fat burning cannot be infinitely accumulated. Once overloaded, it is likely to cause great trauma to the bones.

With the strength of his jade bones, the limit of the force he can withstand is between three and four dragons.

This is already terrifying. The power of three or four dragons is almost top-notch in the realm of creation.

Unexpectedly, I still couldn’t take down Chen Yang.

The opponent is like an iron wall. No matter how hard you try, you can't shake it.

Unless he would burn more fat in a short period of time at all costs and risk breaking all his bones and muscles in a fight to the death with Chen Yang.

Damn it, how could Emei have such a strong young disciple?

It is not easy to store up all this fat on his body. The fat is limited, and his strength is also limited. If he drags it on for a long time, he will be the only one who loses.

"Wait!"

Although he is fat, he is not stupid. Seeing that he couldn't defeat Chen Yang, Qiangba Xiaoseng shouted hurriedly.

Chen Yang paused and raised his eyebrows.

The most annoying thing is that when I was having fun, someone called for a pause.

Qiangba, with a red face and an iron pestle in hand, shouted at Wang Yuanchao, "I question this man's identity. He is not a disciple of Emei..."

what?
When he said this, everyone at the scene was shocked.

You're questioning someone's identity halfway through the fight?

You can't win, so you're going to cheat?

When Doji and others heard this, they felt a little ashamed.

However, they also knew that to make Qamba cheat, they must have reached their limit.

"This one……"

When Wang Yuanchao heard this, his face changed and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Master Qiangba, your identities have been verified in advance. Dingyang is a lay disciple of Baoguo Temple, and there is no objection..." Wang Yuanchao said.

At this point, you can't beat others, so you question their identity. This shows that you can't afford to lose.

There was also a hint of amusement in the way everyone looked at the young monk Qiangba.

"That's a bad word."

At this time, Duoji also stood up and said to Wang Yuanchao and others, "As far as we know, Emei doesn't have such a powerful young master. This person didn't show any trace of Emei skills. In addition, he didn't take the vows, so we have reason to doubt his identity..."

Their suspicion is not without reason.

It is possible that Emei knew they were no match for the opponent and therefore sought strong men from somewhere else for help.

He didn't care anymore. It was better to be embarrassed than to lose the battle.

Everyone looked at Xuan Jing and Yuan Long. Now that things had come to this, let's wait and see how Emei would respond.

Yuanlong looked at Xuanjing.

Xuan Jing raised her eyelids slightly, "Dingyang, since they want to learn the Emei Kung Fu, then let them do as they wish."

Emei Kung Fu?

Everyone was stunned.

The battle between Chen Yang and Qiangba just now was indeed just a pure battle of strength, and no martial arts were used.

Firstly, Chen Yang was a strange person, as if he suddenly appeared out of nowhere; secondly, he had not shaved his head and the reason given was that he was an outer disciple; thirdly, he was not seen using Emei Kung Fu.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that Emei has sent someone to replace them.

It is actually very simple to prove his identity. Just take out the certificate of ordination from the temple and have a look.

However, Xuan Jing did not give this opportunity. Before the other party could speak, he directly asked Chen Yang to practice his skills.

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Yang.

"Humph!"

Chen Yang didn't say anything, just snorted and directly practiced the Dharmakaya Golden Body Technique.

Golden light flowed on his body, his aura surged, and even his height grew a little taller.

"This……"

Sangjie and others suddenly changed color.

Golden body technique?
The Buddhist golden body technique?

Could it be the Emei Dharmakaya Golden Body Technique?

How is it possible? Hasn’t this technique been lost for a long time?

While he was surprised, Chen Yang had already rushed towards Qiangba with a hammer in his hand.

Qiangba was shocked. He never expected that Chen Yang actually had some tricks up his sleeve.

"boom!"

A hammer came down on him violently.

Qiangba was forced to pick up the iron pestle and fight again.

"clang……"

With just one blow, Qiangba knelt on one knee again.

At this moment, Chen Yang's strength, with the blessing of many factors, has reached the power of five dragons with this hammer.

Qiangba tried his best to use his fat burning skills to continuously burn fat, and only then was he able to take on Chen Yang's attack.

However, his bones seemed to be unable to support him anymore.

"Oh!"

Chen Yang raised the hammer and brought it down heavily again.

The ground shook violently and suddenly collapsed a little more. Blood began to flow out from Qiangba's seven orifices again.

The whole person was like a deflated ball, and was losing weight almost visibly to the naked eye.

Under the huge shock, he was completely stunned.

It's completely based on instinct.

Kaka...

There are multiple fractures on his body.

Everything changed so fast that no one could react.

"stop!"

Monk Sangjie finally couldn't help it and shouted.

This sound, mixed with the power of the soul, instantly spread throughout the audience, deafening.

Chen Yang also felt his heart tremble and almost couldn't hold the hammer.

Everyone looked at the monk Sangjie.

Monk Sangjie blushed and wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Xuan Jing said, "The technique Dingyang used is my Xuan Emei Supreme Golden Body Technique, the Dharmakaya Golden Body Technique. This should be enough to prove his identity, right? Junior Brother Sangjie, do you have anything else to say?"

Is it the Dharmakāya Golden Body Secret?
It really is this magical skill.

If this is the magical skill, Chen Yang's identity is naturally beyond doubt.

Monk Sangjie's expression changed again and again, as if he was making some difficult decision.

His eyes swept from Chen Yang to Xuan Jing, "Emei is indeed a thousand-year-old sect with profound heritage. We admit defeat in this battle."

He lowered his head!

"Master?"

Doji and others looked at the monk Sangjie in surprise, with a look of resentment on their faces.

Sanjay raised his hand and blocked everyone's mouth.

Is the current situation still unclear?
Although they came prepared, Emei was also obviously well prepared. If they continued to let Qiangba fight, the only result would be death.

It is not easy to train a master like Qiangba, and Sangjie will certainly not watch him die here in vain.

Doji signaled, and several disciples ran into the field and dragged the injured Qiangba back.

Give up.

Xuan Jing looked at this scene with a smile on her face, but there was still a hint of regret between her brows.

He thought Sanjay would not be able to hold back and leave.

It also deprived him of an opportunity to stretch his muscles.

"let's go."

After saying the words of surrender, Samba felt too embarrassed to stay here any longer. He immediately gave an order and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Xuan Jing called him.

Sangjie turned around and looked at Xuanjing.

Xuan Jing said, "Brother Sang Jie, have you forgotten something? The bet we agreed on beforehand..."

He deliberately reminded the other party.

If you don't bring up this kind of thing on the spot and the person runs away, can you still go to Xinjiang to find him to fulfill his promise for you?

Sanjay looked unhappy.

He winked at Doggie.

Doji's face also looked unhappy, but he had to bear it and asked his disciple to bring a box and hand it to Xuan Jing.

Xuan Jing opened it and took a look, then nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Sanjay."

Xuan Jing stood up and said to Sang Jie, "I'm really sorry. Dingyang seldom fights with others, so naturally he can't tell the difference between the serious and the serious. I hope that Junior Brother Sang Jie will bear with me. We have some good bone-setting medicines, and you can ask Junior Brother Yuan Long for some when the time comes."

"No need for that. Just accept the defeat. We know how to deal with his injury ourselves." Sangjie said, then left angrily with his men.

To others, it looked more like a desperate escape.

……

Looking at the backs of this group of people, the smile on Xuan Jing's face gradually froze.

Wang Yuanchao was asking everyone to leave.

This battle was not as fancy as imagined, but it was enough to shock everyone, and most of the people at the scene were shocked.

For many people, they have enough material to brag about in a short period of time.

The Divine Fire Sect wanted to provoke Emei, but ended up being pinned to the ground by Emei. It won't take long for this matter to spread throughout the entire cultivation world.

This is the first time I've seen someone get slapped in the face right at their doorstep.

……

Tianhua Zen Temple.

Xuan Jing flipped through the scriptures in the wooden box, put them back into the box, and handed the box to Chen Yang.

"I knew that Sangjie was a cunning guy, but this old guy really didn't disappoint me." Xuan Jing shook her head.

"What do you mean?" Chen Yang was puzzled.

Xuan Jing pointed at the box in his hand and said, "Open it yourself."

Is there something wrong with the scriptures?
Chen Yang opened it and saw that there was a red cassock in the box.

He spread out his robes.

The cassock was very old, and Chen Yang was really afraid that he would accidentally damage it.

It’s old, but not broken.

The surface of the cassock is covered with densely packed words.

"This word..."

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered some new world.

Xuan Jing asked, "Why, do you know the words on it?"

"do not know."

"So how do you react?"

"Although I don't know it, I have seen this kind of words before."

"Oh?"

Xuan Jing looked at him in surprise.

"Not just once."

Chen Yang touched the writing on the cassock. "My uncle said that this kind of writing is an acquired Dao pattern left by a powerful person. It is likely to involve some kind of inheritance. However, he has studied it for most of his life and has not been able to figure it out. My uncle said that this kind of writing is encrypted. Only people with a predestined relationship can understand the mystery..."

"You, my great uncle, know a lot."

Xuan Jing had heard Chen Yang talk about his great uncle a long time ago and had been curious about him.

"My uncle is indeed knowledgeable."

Chen Yang looked at Xuan Jing and said, "Some time ago, I met Tong Xin, a disciple of the Tong family in Dawa Mountain. He has a stone spirit hidden in his body and has a long-standing grudge against the Tong family. I mediated between them and the stone spirit gave me half of the "Three One Five Tooth Sutra", which is also in this kind of text. I studied it for a long time, but got nothing and was confused."

Xuan Jing raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure it's the same language?"

"should be!"

Chen Yang took out the jade slip left by Shi Ling and handed it to Xuan Jing.

Xuan Jing's soul pondered for a moment, then withdrew with a frown.

It should be the same text indeed.

But he couldn't understand it either.

Xuan Jing returned the jade slip to Chen Yang, "It is indeed the same kind of acquired Dao pattern, which means that the "Three One Five Tooth Sutra" obtained by Shi Ling and the "Acalanatha Sutra" on this cassock should have been written by the same person."

"As for the characters you mentioned, which you saw at your great uncle's place, I have never seen them, so I dare not jump to conclusions. If they are the same characters, then it proves that they should be the legacy left by the same person..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yang handed over his cell phone with the photos he had taken on it.

Xuan Jing held the phone and looked at it for a moment.

"interesting."

There was a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Master, do you understand?" Chen Yang didn't hold out much hope.

Xuan Jing shook her head. "I don't understand. However, the article you took on your phone overlaps to a certain extent with the article in the jade slip. Didn't you notice that the last few paragraphs in the jade slip are almost the same as the first few paragraphs in your photo..."

"Is it?"

When Chen Yang heard this, his eyes lit up slightly. After taking a closer look, it seemed to be true.

It was like discovering a new world.

"The stone spirit said that a divine man carved words on his stone body and taught him the Three-One-Five Tooth Sutra. He learned this sutra and gave birth to his primordial spirit at an early age. However, over the years, the stone body weathered, or perhaps the sutra taught by the divine man was incomplete, so the sutra he practiced was not complete..."

At this point, he picked up his phone and looked at it carefully, "Could it be that this part of the scripture I found from my uncle is the latter part of the "Three One Five Tooth Sutra"?

Xuan Jing nodded in agreement.

It's not impossible.

Chen Yang took a deep breath. It might be very possible, but the key problem was that he couldn't read, which was a bit embarrassing.

There is no way to confirm it.

Chen Yang's gaze fell on the robes again.

Could this also be the "Three One Five Tooth Sutra"?

But after careful comparison, although the characters are the same, the arrangement and combination are not the same.

Obviously, it is not the same scripture.

Xuan Jing said, "Legend has it that the 'Acala Sutra' of the Divine Fire Sect was left by a divine being who practiced both Buddhism and Taoism. The 'Acala Sutra' is a Buddhist classic, and the 'Three One Five Tooth Sutra' is a Taoist classic. The same acquired Taoist pattern was passed down from generation to generation. Perhaps, it was really left by the same person..."

Chen Yang said, "Master, do you know who this divine man is?"

Xuan Jing shook her head and had no answer.

"These two scriptures, one for cultivating the soul and the other for cultivating the state of mind, are both top-notch techniques, but it's a pity that the text..."

Xuan Jing couldn't help but smile bitterly when she said this, "This old man Sang Jie knows how to play dirty."

From the very beginning of the fight, Sangjie used the Acalanatha Sutra as the stakes, and in order to increase the value of the bet, he even said that it was the original version of the Acalanatha Sutra.

Now, the old guy really kept his promise and handed over the original copy.

But what’s the use of getting it?

You simply don't understand.

Throughout the generations of our Divine Fire Sect, there have been so many sages and masters who have comprehended it for so many years, but no one dared to say that they had fully understood it. Only a few ancestors have realized a few magical powers from it.

Even if I gave it to you, it would just be a useless robe.

Of course, in reality, Sanjay never thought he would lose.

In order to show up for this trip, the Divine Fire Sect was very well prepared. The strength of that strong young monk alone was enough to defeat most of the strong men in the Fate Realm and make the older generations scream in fear. However, he was so unlucky that he met Chen Yang.

Xuan Jing said, "This old guy has a good plan. Let's let him lose more than he gains. Don't you have a good relationship with Shi Ling? Since she knows this kind of language, she can ask her to help you translate it..."

Chen Yang nodded slightly, "I was thinking the same thing, but now Dawa Mountain is closed. I heard from Mr. Wang that something went wrong, but the details are unknown. He told me not to go for the time being..."

"Hold on."

Xuan Jing shook her head. "This incident can be a big deal or a small one. Let's wait for more news. There's no need to rush!"

"it is good."

Xuan Jing also said so, so of course he had no objection.

"The people from the Divine Fire Sect will not let this go after being defeated this time. You should be careful too. Old man Sang Jie might check your identity. If you meet them, stay away from them to avoid being ambushed. If you have any problem, contact Yuan Long directly..."

Xuan Jing gave this instruction and then said nothing more to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang put away his robes and left Tianhua Temple.

……

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On the way down the mountain, Chen Yang checked his phone and logged into the association forum to take a look.

Someone has already posted a thread to discuss today's fight in Leidongping, but the new post was quickly deleted by the system backend.

Obviously, the association does not want to escalate this matter.

After all, the Divine Fire Sect came with great enthusiasm but returned in failure, and they must be feeling very upset. If the public opinion in the cultivation world gets heated up again, it is possible that the Divine Fire Sect and Emei will be put on opposite sides because of this incident.

Both factions are large, and if they really develop a hostile relationship, it will not only be detrimental to unity, but if the two factions fight and cause a chain reaction, the association will have a headache.

There are many people in this world who like to watch the fun and no matter how big the event. Some do it unintentionally, while others do it intentionally. They take advantage of this incident to mock and insult the Divine Fire Sect. It is actually very easy to stir up this incident.

Therefore, it is necessary to control public opinion.

If what happened today had not happened in Emei, it would not even be possible to invite so many people to watch the fight. At most, the two families would find a remote place and fight quietly, and the outcome would be decided between you and me.

After going down the mountain, Chen Yang went to Baoguo Temple and had a meal with Wang Yuanchao and others. After chatting for a while after the meal, he went straight back to Lingjiang.

……

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Shao'e Hotel.

Qiangba lay on the bed, groaning in pain.

He originally weighed more than 400 pounds, but after the battle, he was probably only about 200 pounds left.

In other words, in the battle with Chen Yang, in order to maintain the strength of nearly four dragons, in just a short while, Qiangba relied on the "Fat Burning Magic" to directly burn off two hundred kilograms of fat.

If it were an ordinary person, losing such a large amount of fat would have probably resulted in death from exhaustion.

Qiangba has lost weight, so much so that it makes people feel distressed.

After the fat disappeared, the skin on the face and body drooped down, making me look like a Shar-Pei dog, ugly and scary.

Two hundred kilograms of fat, how much food does it take to feed it? How long does it take to feed it?
The key is, we lost the fight!

The broken bones in his body had just been reconnected by Monk Doji, and he was in so much pain that he was grimacing.

After applying medicine, bandaging and taking the medicine, Qangba still couldn't help trembling all over, grimacing in pain and groaning.

In front of the French window, the monk Sangjie had a hidden expression on his face, "When did Emei produce such a young and powerful person? Haven't you ever asked about it before?"

This time I really miscalculated and lost completely and outrageously.

If they had known that there was such a person in Emei, how could they have chosen Emei as their first stop?
He could just go to other sects first, so he wouldn't suffer a Waterloo at the first stop.

They had originally planned to go to Fashang Temple to show off after Emei Mountain, but now it’s very embarrassing. Do they still have the nerve to go to Fashang Temple again?
Duoji's face was full of black lines, "Master, according to the information we got before, there is indeed no such person among the younger generation of Emei."

Sanjay turned around and glared at him, "What's the point of saying it now?"

He has already used the Dharmakāya Golden Body Technique, and you still doubt his identity.

Isn't it said that this martial art has been lost? How come it suddenly appeared again?
I'm afraid there is a lot of hidden heritage in Emei.

The thousand-year-old sect is truly not an exaggeration.

Doji and others kept their heads down and endured the scolding, not even daring to breathe.

Sangjie was sulking for a while, and said to Doji, "Check this young man named Dingyang carefully for me. I always feel like there's something wrong with him..."

"This……"

Doji paused when he heard this, "Investigate him?"

Sang Jie said, "If he is really a disciple of Emei, then I have nothing to say, but if not, humph, you will pay the price of blood for deceiving me..."

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the whole room became chilly.

"Master, I want to kill him myself."

On the bed, Qiangba groaned softly. Even though his whole body was in pain, he could not hide the hatred in his heart.

How humiliating it would be to be beaten up in front of so many people.

The key point is that he went there to show off his power, but ended up failing miserably. The psychological gap was too huge.

"you?"

Before Sangjie could say anything, the tall and thin monk next to him taunted him, "You've been beaten up like this, so you'd better save your energy. If I had taken over today, the ending might not have been like this..."

"fart!"

Qiangba shouted angrily, "You have never experienced his power. His power is at least greater than the power of five dragons. If it were you, I'm afraid you would have been turned into meat paste by now."

"That's not possible."

The tall and thin monk shook his head. "Only people like you who have strong limbs and simple minds like to act recklessly. Strength is useless. If he encounters my divine fire, his cultivation will be burned dry in a minute..."

"I really should have let you go first." Qiangba sneered while enduring the pain, "I really want to see how you die."

"whispering sound!"

The tall and thin monk chuckled, "I'm not used to seeing you suddenly become thinner. Don't worry, Brother Duoji and I will help you avenge your hatred..."

Upon hearing this, Doji glared at him.

You guys are talking, why do you have to bring me into this?

"Okay, stop bickering."

Monk Sangjie scolded, "We came out this time for another purpose, which is to deliver goods to the Gu God Cult and establish new contacts. Gongbu, I'll leave this matter to you. Their contact person will contact you in the next two days. When the time comes, you will be responsible for delivering the goods to the place they specify and taking back the things they promised us."

"Yes, Master!"

The tall and thin monk immediately became serious and bowed to accept the order.

……

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Jiapigou, the old house of the Chen family.

This trip to Emei did not cause any waves in Chen Yang's heart, and he lived his life as usual.

Huang Ying and her uncle returned to the provincial capital, and Huang Can was consolidating his realm. They were all busy with their own things, and Chen Yang couldn't find anyone to play with, so he had to play by himself.

That morning, Zhang Yafeng brought him a piece of monkey knot.

This is the so-called blood Ganoderma.

The Xue family’s treasured collection of medicines is three hundred years old, but unfortunately there are too few of them.

That afternoon, Chen Yang tried to make a furnace of [Concentrating Spirit Pills], but unfortunately failed.

After all, it was the first time to refine this kind of medicine, and I lacked experience, so failure was normal.

It’s a pity that the medicinal materials are wasted.

But just when Chen Yang felt regretful, his cousin-in-law, the mandrill, contacted him through the Shanyu Seal.

The mandrill came back from Si'e Mountain and brought back what Chen Yang wanted. She asked him to go to the Immortal Valley to get the goods and, by the way, to help it guard the gate. She was ready to break through to the realm of creation.

(End of this chapter)