I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 222: Beating the Riddler

When Xie Yuan heard Huijue addressing him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He just...

The one you are calling is Mr. Xie, right?
Does this monk know my identity?

Xie Yuan's eyes changed, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Looking at Huijue's innocent and calm face, with a wise look on his face, without any intention of guessing, he was silent for a moment.

Afterwards, Xie Yuan said calmly:

"Master Huijue, how do you know my identity? We are not familiar with each other."

When his identity was suddenly exposed, Xie Yuan naturally wanted to cover up subconsciously for a moment and get away with it.

But Huijue appeared so suddenly and stopped him in the alley, obviously coming just for him. If he continued to make excuses, it would only be a sign of underestimating others and being a rogue.

Although he didn't know why he knew it or why, in this situation, denying it would only be deceiving himself. So Xie Yuan didn't waste his breath and instead waited to see what Huijue was up to.

Huijue smiled, chanted the Buddha's name, and said:
"Donor, don't you know the names of the Buddhist celestial eye and celestial ear?"

Xie Yuan frowned when he heard this.

The name of the Buddhist magical powers is well-known, of course he has heard of it.

However, perhaps these magical powers can make monks sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, but Xie Yuan doesn't believe that they can really see and hear as if they were themselves thousands of miles away.

If he is the abbot of Prajna Temple and the third grandmaster on the Tianlong List... maybe.

Xie Yuan was half-believing and half-doubting. He had no idea what kind of power the Grand Master had. Was he really like a land immortal?
But he looked at Huijue and just shook his head:
"I have heard of the five supernatural powers of Buddhism, but if Master Huijue says that he learned them from this, I don't really believe it."

"Amitabha! Monks do not tell lies. Why don't you trust me, Mr. Xie?"

Huijue smiled:
"Not only do I know that Donor Xie is hiding in Yunshan to learn swordsmanship, I also know that Donor Mu went there with you..."

Xie Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he listened to Huijue continue:
"Not only that, regarding the matter that Donor Xie is investigating, I also know a little about how Donor Wang was killed."

Xie Yuan's whole body tensed up instantly, and he felt as if Huijue could see through him, as if he had no secrets at all in front of him!
This feeling has never been experienced before, even in front of Li Xingtuo.

This monk... a disciple of the great master of Buddhism, is he so powerful?
Xie Yuan's expression became more serious than ever before, and even his address changed subconsciously. He said slowly:

"Master Huijue knows this, so I wonder if you can teach me?"

Upon hearing this, Huijue raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a slightly mischievous smile:
"Thank you, don't you not believe in my divine eyesight and divine ears? Why are you asking now?"

Xie Yuan paused, pursed his lips, and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

This monk seems to have a bad personality...

Xie Yuan was still thinking about what to say when he heard Huijue sigh:
"Forget it. Since you don't trust me, I have nothing to say. I'll just say goodbye."

After saying that, Huijue turned around and walked out of the alley.

Xie Yuan didn't want to fall for his provocation, but on the one hand, he really wanted to know the clues about Wang Zhiyi's murder. No matter whether what Huijue said was true or false, he had to ask; on the other hand, Huijue came here for unknown reasons and exposed his identity to tease him. If he let him go like this, he would be confused.

Although he thought Huijue was also pretending to leave, Xie Yuan's expression changed for a while, and he still spoke first:

"Master Huijue, please stay."

Upon hearing the voice, Huijue turned around with a slid step, as if he had known that Xie Yuan would keep him, with a smile on his face:
"Why, benefactor Xie, do you think my clairvoyance and clairaudience are worth seeing?"

Xie Yuan's eyelids twitched. Seeing that he was still harping on this, he could only nod with a sullen face:

"Master Huijue's magical powers are amazing. I admire him."

Huijue smiled:

"Okay, okay. It seems that you finally acknowledge that I have used my magical powers to discover all kinds of mysteries."

Xie Yuan nodded patiently:
"Master Huijue has extraordinary magical powers and brilliant methods. He has seen everything in the world. I am amazed. I would like to ask the master..."

"Pfft, so you really believe that clairvoyance can see a thousand miles away?"

Huijue pointed his finger at him, his face turned to the side, as if trying to hold back a laugh.

Xie Yuan was stunned for a moment, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot:

"Master Huijue, what do you mean?"

"Nothing, I just think it's ridiculous that you even believe this. What's my level of cultivation? How can I see thousands of miles away at a glance? Hehehe."

Huijue clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, but his face looked extremely happy.

Xie Yuan's face was solemn, and he forced himself to be patient and said:
"So Master Huijue knows nothing?"

"I know."

Huijue restrained his smile and said calmly:
"I don't know how I found you."

Xie Yuan frowned tightly:

"then you……"

"If you don't have clairvoyance, there are other methods. This world is just like a bubble, and you can see the whole picture with just a hand. Why do you have to cling to one or two magical powers?"

Huijue smiled.

Xie Yuan felt that what the monk said was very mysterious and seemed to hide a very deep meaning, but he didn't understand its meaning, so he could only frown more and more.

The Riddler is really annoying...

He took a breath and asked:
"Since Master Huijue knows the truth here, could you please tell me a little?"

"Thank you, benefactor, you want to know?"

Huijue looked at Xie Yuan quietly.

Seeing this, Xie Yuan nodded solemnly:
"It's what you wish for."

Huijue nodded slowly, then smiled slightly and said:
"You know if you want to know? I won't tell you!"

Xie Yuan clenched the weight in an instant and said coldly:

"Monk, are you here to entertain me?"

"Haha, not really."

Huijue smiled and said:

"Since it's just a dream, why dwell on it so much?"

Xie Yuan didn't know what he was talking about, and then he heard him say:
"If you really want to know, it's not impossible."

Xie Yuan's eyes flashed:
"What does Master Huijue want?"

"Didn't I already tell you this? Thank you for your guidance."

Huijue clasped his hands together and spoke with a smile.

Xie Yuan's brows slowly furrowed again:
"Master Huijue, what do you want to ask?"

"Hehe, are you pretending to be stupid, Mr. Xie?"

Huijue smiled:

"Thank you, Escort Captain, you are a warrior. Although I am a monk, I also know a little bit of martial arts, so I can barely be considered a martial monk. Tell me, what can I learn from you?"

Seeing that Huijue really meant this, Xie Yuan gently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and looked at this seemingly pure but actually evil monk:

"I see. But I don't understand. You and I don't know each other. At most, we met once in the Western Desert. Why did Master Huijue come to me? Where does the guidance come from?"

Huijue smiled faintly and said:
"It's precisely because we don't know each other that we have to fight. As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting, right?"

What kind of fallacy is this?
There are so many people in this world that I don’t know. Should I call them all to get to know them?

However, Xie Yuan now completely understood that this monk was talking nonsense and had no reliable words. He just looked at him quietly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Huijue sighed:

"Well, actually, it's because last time I saw you, Benefactor Xie, you actually practiced the Golden Bell Cover. As everyone knows, the Golden Bell Cover is a magical power of our Buddhist sect, but Benefactor Xie, you are a hairy person, and I don't know where you got this secret power from. Our Buddha is merciful, and although he wants to save all living beings, the Buddhist temple is also a martial arts sect. Benefactor Xie, you have violated a taboo by doing this, so I came to ask Benefactor Xie for guidance."

Xie Yuan frowned slightly after hearing what he said. Is this the reason?
He asked in a deep voice:
"So Master Huijue is here to...capture me?"

"I just want to ask for your advice, Mr. Xie. But if Mr. Xie is unable to give me any advice, please come back to the Vinaya Hall with me and drink some Pengshan tea."

Huijue didn't seem to care and said with a smile, but his words were not polite.

Xie Yuan gently stroked the hilt of the sword:

"What if he's been beaten?"

"Then, whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything I know."

Huijue smiled faintly.

Hearing this, Xie Yuan stared at Huijue with eyes that gradually became deep.

The heir of Prajna Temple, the disciple of the great master, a monk who is not only evil but also somewhat mysterious...

Not to mention that defeating him might open up the situation in Jinling, and giving the Riddler a good beating;

There is no such benefit. Xie Yuan also feels itchy to try his skills when he meets such a master.

The name of Prajna Temple has been well-known since he first started practicing martial arts.

Huijue must have one of the best inheritances in the world.

We are both in the second transformation realm. How does my strength compare to that of this warrior?
Since the opportunity comes, why not fight?
Xie Yuan's eyes gradually lit up, and the desire to fight gradually rose in his heart.

He slowly put aside all distracting thoughts and stopped thinking about the situation, identity, or conspiracy. The fair-skinned young monk was reflected in his pure eyes, and his hand slowly tightened around the sword.

The door of a small temple on the street was half-closed, and the sound of wooden fish could be heard faintly from inside, but there was no one in the alley.
There are only Xie Yuan and Hui Jue.

A slightly cool breeze blew through the alley, and Xie Yuan's white robe and Huijue's gray monk's robe were gently lifted up at the same time.

When the hem of the clothes fell, Xie Yuan moved.

He suddenly drew out his Xuanbing and shouted:
"Monk, watch out!"

A dark whimpering sound was heard, as if a wolf was running through the alley.

The mysterious weapon suddenly turned into a long sword. Xie Yuan used the Wolf Sword Technique for the first time in a long time. He drew his sword and slashed it with lightning speed, heading straight for Huijue's throat!

Huijue on the opposite side seemed to have no reaction. He ignored the attacking long sword and slowly raised his fist.

Xie Yuan's eyes flashed. He must have seen this Hundred Changes Mysterious Soldier Huijue in the Pagoda Tower. He knew its power and wonder. Since he didn't hide, why?

It would not be a suicide mission.

Feeling the heavy force of the fist just raised, Xie Yuan snorted coldly. He was not afraid at all. He accelerated the long sword again and chopped directly towards Huijue's head!

You have the confidence, so what? If you want to give in, that's impossible!
Xie Yuan swung his sword fiercely, and in just a moment, it reached Huijue's neck.

"Boom-"

There was a loud bang, as if hundreds of bells were ringing in a Buddhist temple deep in the mountains. The loud sound almost made Xie Yuan deaf.

An extremely brilliant golden light shone in front of Huijue, covering the figure in the monk's robe and firmly blocking Xie Yuan's long sword.

Xie Yuan only felt that his extremely sharp black weapon could not advance an inch, as if it was chopping at a giant rock that had never changed since ancient times. He had a premonition that he would not be able to cut it no matter what he did.

He only stalemated with the golden light for a moment, then he turned his feet in an instant and avoided Huijue's iron fist that seemed to be able to subdue dragons and tigers.

With a loud bang, the punch missed and a strong wind blew in the alley behind Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan's expression moved, and he took a Yunlong step, instantly stepping behind Huijue. At the same time, he raised his long sword high in the air, and then stopped right behind Huijue and fell, chopping at the back of his shiny head.

"Boom-"

There was still a dull roar, and the golden light did not move at all, not even a ripple appeared.

Huijue didn't even turn his head. He raised his hand and gave a seemingly ordinary elbow directly to Xie Yuan behind him.

As soon as he raised his hand, Xie Yuan felt a tightness in his chest and mouth and nose. Knowing that the elbow was extremely powerful, he turned lightly and dodged.

This golden bell cover is really powerful.

Xie Yuan's expression remained unchanged. After the first test, he found that Huijue's strength was indeed extraordinary.

But this is just the beginning.

He took a step forward, and his figure suddenly turned into a whirlwind, running wildly around Huijue, while slashing with his sharp knife, each strike was accompanied by a faint wolf howl. The power of the wolf king Xiaoyue almost made the sky above Huijue's head dim, and huge silver wolves kept pouncing from above, wanting to devour anyone.

Today, the Wolf Sword Technique seems to be just an ordinary sword technique, but in Xie Yuan's hands, this sword technique that has been thoroughly mastered has its own charm, and the simple sword moves are also extremely powerful.

But Huijue was not an ordinary monk. There was a continuous brilliant golden light around him, and no matter how the wolves attacked, not even a ripple would appear.

Huijue stood in the light shield of the inverted golden bell, and threw out straight punches one after another. Although the speed was not fast and the angle was not sharp, each punch made Xie Yuan unwilling to take it head-on. Just when his offensive was at its peak, he had to pause temporarily and start over again.

The two fought for dozens of rounds in the blink of an eye. Although Xie Yuan circled around Huijue and attacked fiercely, he was unable to do anything to him for a while, and the two sides were divided into two.

"Thank you, benefactor. This sword technique is too weak."

Huijue stood in the golden bell light shield, punching out one punch after another, with plenty of strength left, and laughed.

He could see that this sword technique was only Xie Yuan's entry-level skill. His words hinted that Xie Yuan looked down on others, but he himself also looked down on this sword technique.

Xie Yuan snorted, then slightly stopped, looking at Hui Jue who was standing still and calm, and raised his eyebrows and said:
"Master Huijue, your golden bell cover seems to be different from the usual ones?"

"Of course, this is one of the unique skills of my Prajna Temple, the Indestructible Golden Bell Cover. It is indestructible, unbreakable and indestructible. I'm afraid that your small knife cannot pierce it."

Huijue put his palms together and said with a smile.

Immortal Golden Bell Cover?
The Prajna Temple's unique skills, the secret that is never passed on!
Xie Yuan suddenly realized, no wonder the turtle shell didn't move at all after he had chopped at it for a long time, it turned out to be a hidden secret skill.

He's so proud of himself for just hiding himself, this old turtle from Buddhism who practices the Golden Bell Cover!
Xie Yuan raised his long sword, pointed at Huijue, and laughed:

"The knife can't pierce this hard shell, how about trying the sword?"

His knife suddenly swung, and it danced with knife flowers. After a few swings, it became slender and became a long sword. The sword light flickered, like a white cloud, completely covering Huijue's golden light.

The alley seemed to have turned into a cloud-reaching peak. Everything around was white and shrouded in clouds and fog, making it difficult to see clearly. Only a little golden light was shining quietly in the thick fog, but it only illuminated a small area.

Suddenly, the thick fog parted, and a sword light like a dragon's head appeared out of nowhere, attacking him head-on with unmatched sword power.

Huijue stared at the sword light that looked like a rainbow outside the clouds, and golden light flashed on his fist, heading straight towards the long sword.

"Ding--"

Just like the sound of metal colliding suddenly piercing the air, Xie Yuan felt a surge of power that counteracted his Nine Cloud Dragon Styles and actually made his arm slightly numb.

This was the first time he took Huijue’s iron fist head-on, and it was indeed powerful.

However, seeing the light shield flashing twice around Huijue, Xie Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Immortality? There is nothing immortal in the world!
He swung the sword again, retracted it, and then stabbed it fiercely, piercing through all the clouds and strong winds. The high-speed friction between the sword edge and the strong energy caused a deafening sound, like a dragon's roar.

Huijue's face was serious. He put his fists in front of his chest and then suddenly pushed them forward. The golden light in front of his chest suddenly shone brightly. The entire golden bell seemed to shrink to this place, making the golden light in front of his fists as bright as a small sun.

The long sword collided with the golden light, and suddenly a light brighter than the sun burst out.

A strong wind blew from this point, and the courtyard wall next to the two men fighting collapsed, rubble flew everywhere, and the walls on both sides of the entire alley began to shake.

After the light passed, Huijue's face became slightly solemn. Although he had withstood the attack, the arc of light in front of him suddenly flickered several times.

Even though he had condensed the Indestructible Golden Bell, he still suffered a huge impact this time.

Xie Yuan's eyes flickered slightly.

The Immortal Golden Bell Cover is naturally more powerful than the Golden Bell Cover, but it should also be more difficult to practice and control. As a result, Huijue was able to control it freely and turned it into a light shield, preventing the skill from spreading throughout his body and wasting its power.

This kind of arbitrary control over the mind reflects the Buddhist Dharma and Zen, and even more so Huijue's martial arts strength.

However, Xie Yuan’s strength is not necessarily bad.

After these few moves, the Nine Styles of Yunlong can clearly shake this defensive technique called Immortal.

The powerful grandmaster-level swordsmanship, coupled with the profound Yunshan Sword Sutra, is filled with incomparably sharp sword energy in every move.

Even if the sword flowers turn into clouds and mist to conceal people's attention, any strike is a powerful stab, and it can instantly transform into a long dragon with deadly moves lurking.

The Nine Styles of Cloud Dragon are not only completely varied and extremely profound, but also extremely powerful, like a dragon pressing down on one's head. This is even more so if combined with the Cloud Mountain Sword Intention Sutra. How can an ordinary warrior take on a single move? Only the world's top horizontal training kung fu, such as the Immortal Golden Bell Cover, can resist it.

Xie Yuan wielded his sword with great enthusiasm, and laughed:

"Monk, if the knife can't open your eyes, how can this sword?"

"Amitabha, just so-so."

Upon hearing this, Huijue raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile, "Your mouth is harder than this shell."

Xie Yuan blew a sigh, and the sword turned again, accelerating suddenly, covering Huijue's body.

Ever since he had acquired such blood and energy cultivation, he turned to practice the Yunshan Sword Intent Sutra and practiced it to a level that matched his realm. This was the first time that he used the Nine Styles of Yunlong without reservation.

The power of the Nine Styles of Cloud Dragon is extremely powerful. Combined with his current cultivation level, although he is not at the level of a true master, it is also his highest peak ever.

In an instant, the alley was filled with changing colors and mist swirled around, as if one was in a fairy mountain. In the vast expanse of white, only an occasional flash of dazzling cold light appeared, like a dragon with no head or tail seen suddenly appearing and then disappearing just as quickly.

The dragon is hard to be seen from the head, but if you miss it once, when the sword appears in front of you like a dragon, it will be fatal.

Huijue's golden bell shield endured the fierce thrusts of Xie Yuan's swordsmanship, flickering constantly, like a dying lantern in the strong wind, about to go out in the next moment.

However, whenever Xie Yuan felt that another blow would completely extinguish the tenacious golden candlelight in the wind, the golden bell would light up warmly and firmly, and no matter how the storm hit him, it would remain the same. No matter how it shook, it always protected Huijue.

This golden light is like a spark that can remain even if blown away by endless strong winds; and even if only the last trace is left, it can be reborn in Nirvana, regenerated, and shine brightly, illuminating the ten directions of the world.

Is this the true meaning of immortality?

Xie Yuan was slightly solemn. It was indeed the world-famous top-notch martial arts technique of Prajna Temple and the supreme magical power of martial arts.

This is a true blend of Buddhist Zen and contains infinite mysteries. Even if a warrior is much weaker than his opponent, as long as the opponent's skills are not broken in one blow, he can keep resisting. No matter how fiercely the enemy attacks, he cannot break the defense and can only slowly consume the energy until his blood is exhausted.

However, Buddhist warriors have always been known for their strong will and great energy. Even if they are exhausted, it is still unclear who will fall first.

Xie Yuan pondered for a moment. Not to mention whether this was a good idea or not, just talking about the blood and energy realm, in fact, he had only recently broken through to the same realm, and his blood and energy were not his strengths. He was afraid that he might not be able to compare to Hui Jue, who practiced the Immortal Golden Bell Cover as his fundamental method.

The Nine Styles of Cloud Dragon have mysterious starting moves and fierce power when launched. They are even more sharp when combined with the Sword Intent Sutra. Every move, every cloud and every mist are extremely sharp, and the sword energy is overwhelming. However, when it comes to single-point killing and ultimate breakthrough, it is probably still a step short.

So……

Just as Xie Yuan was about to change his mind, he heard Hui Jue chuckle and say:
"Thank you, benefactor. You have been attacking for so long. Is it my turn now?"

When Xie Yuan heard this, he suddenly became alert and stepped back abruptly.

A large white fist appeared where he was just now. As soon as the fist was thrown, a strong wind blew up around him and rushed towards him violently.

Huijue showed up, and his monk robe seemed to be a little tight all of a sudden, as if his body had grown bigger.

Xie Yuan's pupils shrank, and his expression became solemn as he felt the oppression emanating from Huijue.

"The Vajra's eyes are furious, the Arhat is subduing the tiger, this Golden Arhat's Demon-Subduing Fist, please appreciate it, benefactor."

Huijue's voice seemed to become louder, as if he had transformed from a jumpy little monk into a great arhat who could subdue dragons and tigers. He pulled his right fist back slightly, then suddenly blasted forward!

Xie Yuan felt like the entire alley was almost covered. His mouth and nose were blocked and he couldn't breathe. He stopped using the Yunlong Step and suddenly turned to Huijue's side.

However, as soon as he moved, Huijue's footsteps also moved, in the same direction as Xie Yuan.

The two men were in a relatively static position, Huijue's fist always covered Xie Yuan, and the strategy at the beginning of the battle was completely ineffective!

This was somewhat beyond Xie Yuan's expectations. His face darkened and a golden light suddenly flashed around him. At the same time, his long sword blocked Huijue's fist.

With a loud bang, Xie Yuan felt that this punch was like a real diamond. The irresistible force came through the tip of the sword, shaking his whole body. The golden bell cover flashed wildly and was about to be shattered with one blow!
What kind of super-strong monk?

Xie Yuan's expression changed and he stepped back suddenly to avoid the subsequent punch.

However, Huijue suddenly turned from passive to active, taking advantage of the situation and taking one step forward. His seemingly ferocious and clumsy body was unexpectedly agile and he almost flashed in front of Xie Yuan's face.

His fair face still had a faint, innocent and gentle smile, but his body, which had grown larger, was like a King Kong descending from the earth, and was shining with the light of pure gold.

Xie Yuan looked over and found that Huijue's eyes had turned into pure gold, with no pupils.

He looks like a real golden arhat!
"drink!"

Huijue shouted loudly and punched Xie Yuan with the force of collapsing a mountain.

Xie Yuan's face was solemn. He suddenly raised the sword, gathered all his strength at one point, and stabbed towards Huijue's golden fist!
The fist and sword collided, and in an instant, Xie Yuan felt that the world became silent.

It seemed that all the sounds were absorbed by the point where the fist and sword intersected. A dazzling light burst out, and the extremely tough and cold long sword of Xuanbing was pressed back by the fist and suddenly bent to the limit, as if it would break in the next second.

However, the material of the Xuanbing was extraordinary after all, so it was not damaged even so. However, the overwhelming force of the sword caused Xie Yuan to feel severe pain in his palm, and he could hardly hold the sword, and flew backwards violently.

Xie Yuan groaned in the air, took a step, and spun to the ground. His chest felt slightly stuffy and he could feel a fishy-sweet taste in his throat.

With one punch, Xie Yuan was sent flying. Huijue stood still, holding his hand up, chanting the Buddha's name, as loud as a huge bell:
"Amitabha! Thank you, benefactor. Do you think I can't keep up with your pace? It's just a trifle."

Xie Yuan took a deep breath, looked solemnly at Hui Jue, who was covered in golden light, and asked:
"Master Huijue, what kind of skill is this?"

"This is the Golden Body Arhat Dharma Image, which is the highest level of the Golden Body Arhat Demon Subduing Fist, and its power is unmatched by ordinary people. As for this step, since Mr. Xie knows the Five Divine Powers, didn't you expect that I also know other magical powers?"

"Magic foot power."

Xie Yuan nodded, swallowed the blood in his throat, and his expression remained normal.

Huijue smiled slightly, and his pure smile, coupled with his golden eyes, became so sacred that it was impossible to look directly at him:

"Thank you, benefactor. I only showed my real skills a little bit, and you can't hold on? This teaching is really disappointing. If you can't win, you might as well surrender and go back to the Discipline Hall of Prajna Temple with me! There is no need to waste your efforts. The Buddha is merciful. As long as I shave your head and convert to Buddhism, you can also retain your cultivation and we can be brothers."

Xie Yuan laughed:
"Master Huijue is very powerful, and I have already experienced his teachings. But I don't want to enter the Prajna Temple. My worldly ties have not yet been resolved, so I have no intention of doing so."

Huijue shook his head regretfully:

"Red powder and skull, skull and red powder, the world is just a big dream, how can Mr. Xie not understand it?
"Besides, Mr. Xie, whether you go to Prajna Temple or not is not up to you, but me."

He raised his fist slightly, dodged, and disappeared from the spot again.

Xie Yuan watched him turn into a ball of golden light and rushed towards him, and suddenly whispered:
"Master Huijue, the reason why I am not good at Kung Fu is that I am dull, not that my Kung Fu is not good enough. The Kung Fu that others taught me is the best of the world, not just trifling skills, and should not be underestimated."

"Then prove it to me!"

Huijue showed up, almost face to face with Xie Yuan, and punched him hard.

Xie Yuan looked at the huge fist, his internal energy surged out, he took a step, and suddenly retreated at an unprecedented speed.

Huijue's punch missed, his body froze slightly, and he smiled:

"It turns out that Mr. Xie still has some hidden strength."

Xie Yuan stopped a few feet away from Huijue. There seemed to be a breeze blowing around him, helping him to move with the wind.

When he first started practicing martial arts, he knew that he should use half of his strength and hold back the other half. Facing such a strong enemy like Huijue, how could Xie Yuan not hold back when testing him?

He had already used all of his sword skills in the previous attack, and Huijue was confident. However, Xie Yuan had more than one internal skill. Unlike other warriors, his cultivation of Yunshan Sword Skills did not conflict with his health-preserving skills. Even though his current level was not high, he was like a surprise weapon in the ever-changing battle situation, allowing him to burst out with strength that Huijue did not expect.

The Cloud Dragon Step was the only step that Xie Yuan had been studying, and he had already achieved a small level of success, which was quite impressive. Now, as long as he had the help of internal energy, he could have a third of the demeanor of a flying general who roamed the Western Regions.

Huijue clenched his fists, stretched his shoulders, and said with a smile:
"But if we just run, where can we go?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his foot heavily, making a big hole on the ground, and instantly flashed towards Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan did not hold back this time. He mixed his two internal powers with his blood and energy and used them all to activate the Cloud Dragon Step. He went around and around, just like at the beginning, making it impossible for Huijue's heavy punches to touch him.

However, this evasion was extremely dangerous, like dancing on the edge of a knife. Huijue's fist was extremely powerful, and with the blessing of the golden body Arhat Dharma, the strength alone was almost comparable to the sword strike of a heavenly assassin! If you were not protected in time, you would be seriously injured if you were hit by it.

But Xie Yuan turned around with the Cloud Dragon Step, as fast as lightning, and as exquisite as dancing, spinning around Huijue. Huijue's Shenzutong was also fast, but it was always a little less agile. He wanted to hit accurately when punching, using the famous skills of the Grandmaster of the Flying Dragon List, so there was a fine line between them.

But chasing and fleeing at the same time is not a solution. While Huijue was throwing punches like rain, he kept talking:

"Thank you, benefactor. If you can only run away, how can you teach me?"

"You can run fast, so why not run back to Pengshan and go to the Prajna Temple earlier, saving me the trouble."

"Run? Can you run faster than the Five Finger Mountain of my temple?"

"Slippery as a mouse, slippery as a mouse!"

"Thank you, benefactor. If you can only run, how can you shoulder such a great responsibility? How can anyone trust you with all your efforts?"

Huijue roared, a golden light flashed, and he stood still, no longer chasing.

He gathered his energy in his chest and abdomen, and slowly pulled his fist back, as if condensing a mountain.

Xie Yuan felt an extremely heavy and oppressive pressure suddenly coming from behind him. Looking back, he saw the tall, mighty, and golden Arhat slowly throwing a punch.

In a trance, Xie Yuan seemed to see a Five Finger Mountain flying towards him, and then the five fingers were clenched into a fist, and the fist that covered the sky and the sun came over, and the shadow completely enveloped him.

This is actually an attack that can be achieved at the Qi and Blood Transformation Stage?

Xie Yuan couldn't help but curse in his heart, this bald donkey must be cheating.

However, accusations and scolding were meaningless. A fist came crashing down on his head and Xie Yuan felt the pressure of a mountain. His bones seemed to be crackling.

The fist hadn't reached him yet, so he didn't have to think about what would happen if he was hit. I'm afraid the protective magic weapon Situ Qin gave him wouldn't be able to save his life.

Xie Yuan exhaled, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and he finally took out his last resort.

His figure suddenly disappeared from the alley as if it had been erased by an eraser, as if this person had never existed here and Huijue had never fought with him before. The golden-bodied Arhat was slightly stunned, as if he was in a daze for a moment.

At that moment, the fist went out and hit the side, collapsing a large area of ​​houses.

Huijue came to his senses in an instant and turned around abruptly, only to see Xie Yuan appear behind him with a big axe in his hand.

He paused for a moment, then stepped forward, holding the axe in both hands, and swung it horizontally with seemingly lightness, as if he had done it thousands of times before.

A thick black light from the axe suddenly slashed out and was condensed by Xie Yuan in a small area of ​​the axe blade. The deep darkness was so dark that it made people frightened and terrified.

Huijue's face was solemn, and golden light all around him lit up and gathered in front of him, forming a semicircular light shield that just blocked the axe blade.

There was no storm or light overflowing, the black and gold collided together, and the power was all concentrated at the intersection. The two people's best skills collided with each other, showing their respective top control strength.

The black light invaded the pure gold light shield, and black cracks gradually spread.

Huijue frowned as he watched the black light shield flashing more wildly than ever before. Then, there was a crackling sound like glass, and the cracks spread rapidly, as if it could not stop the axe.

Fortunately, a moment later, the light shield shattered with a bang, and the black light was exhausted, leaving Huijue with only a barely detectable golden flame.

Huijue groaned, took two steps back, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But he immediately wiped it with his hand and grinned:

"Thank you, benefactor. This axe is good enough. It makes me feel that the trip is worthwhile. It's a pity that after this axe, how can you do anything to my golden body..."

His voice gradually lowered and he looked at Xie Yuan in disbelief.

"W-what are you doing?"

Xie Yuan's face turned pale, but he raised the axe again, and a black light appeared on the axe blade.

"Wait, wait a minute, how can you swing the axe again? We have been fighting for such a long time and the consumption is huge. How can you use such a deadly move twice in a row?"

Xie Yuan remained calm and smiled slightly:
"I have three axes of this power."

When Huijue heard this, his expression changed, his body swayed slightly, and he suddenly became a little shorter, and his monk's robe became a fitter fit.

He raised his hands and said loudly:
"Thank you, benefactor! Stop it now! I admit defeat!"

Seeing Huijue’s pale face and only a faint spark of golden light left around him, Xie Yuan suddenly realized something, put away the axe, and let out a long breath.

Huijue was stunned and pointed at Xie Yuan, his fingers trembling:

"You! You lied to me! You are also exhausted, and you only have one more axe left!"

Xie Yuan laughed and said:

"One axe is enough. Weren't you just holding on just now?"

Huijue's expression was uncertain, and he snorted:

"If I can maintain my Arhat body, I will have no problem taking your axe. It is still unknown who will win by then."

Xie Yuan didn't comment. He just realized that Huijue couldn't hold on for long. He thought that the skill of Arhat Golden Body and the huge fist that covered the sky and the sun would consume as much energy as Yunlong Jiushi and Hengsweeping Thousands of Armies. After all, he was only in the second transformation, and his blood and energy were not endless.

However, the pressure of this second transformation realm is almost greater than that given to him by the heavenly assassin back then.

Huijue looked at Xie Yuan with a complicated expression:

"Even if you win by swinging your axe, you are still overdrawing yourself. Even if you are so determined to win, why don't you take medicine and use treasures? It's better than overdrawing yourself."

"Since you don't use any elixirs or treasures, let's fight fairly."

Xie Yuan said casually. The direct descendant of Prajna Temple must have no shortage of treasures.

Huijue sighed slightly:

"Amitabha, thank you for your generosity. You are really obsessed with appearances."

Xie Yuan's forehead jumped, and he couldn't help but say:

"You're a defeated general, and you're still pretending? You like to talk nonsense and be a riddle teller? You were quite straightforward when you begged for mercy, weren't you? Haha, you were the master when you were so majestic just now, and you were the little monk again when you begged for mercy. It's funny to think about it."

Huijue's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly:

"I was just sparring with you in a friendly way, I didn't show my true strength."

Xie Yuan looked at the golden light flickering around him that was about to go out at any moment, shook his head in silence, and did not argue with the monk:

"Now that you've lost, you don't have to force me to become a monk?"

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to go. My Prajna Temple is not a lewd shrine. We can't force people to make up the numbers."

Xie Yuan's forehead jumped:
"Didn't you just say the Golden Bell Cover..."

Huijue looked surprised and said:

"Many lay Buddhists who have a connection with Buddhism practice the Golden Bell Cover. What's the big deal? Thank you, donor. You are the descendant of the Jinhe Temple. Since I know your identity, I can see that it is reasonable. There is nothing to blame. It's not the Indestructible Golden Bell Cover... Haha, you can't have thought of this, right?"

Xie Yuan clenched his fists gradually and raised the axe silently.

Huijue took a step back, stepped on a piece of gravel, and raised his hand forward:
"Amitabha, thank you for your donation, peace is the most important thing, don't be so violent."

Xie Yuan gritted his teeth secretly, he was really speechless about this monk.

However, looking at the rubble on the ground in the alley and the countless collapsed houses nearby, although he didn't hear anyone wailing, his brows gradually furrowed.

He said somewhat seriously:

"Monk, why did you have to pick this place to fight me? I was holding back before, but you..."

Huijue shook his head slightly and put his palms together:
"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful and will not harm innocent people."

He didn't explain much, but just spread out his palm, and a glowing shadow appeared in his palm, which seemed to be a pagoda.

Xie Yuan felt his vision blurry, and when he came to his senses, he found that his position had suddenly changed.

He was still in the quiet alley, standing next to a small temple on the street, while Huijue was standing in front of the temple gate, with his palms clasped together, looking at him with a smile.

Xie Yuan opened his eyes wide and felt around his body, only to find that his clothes were intact, as if he had not been in a battle at all.

But the body is empty, and the blood, qi and internal energy are indeed consumed...

What kind of magic weapon is this? That thing... looks familiar.

"Thank you, benefactor. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Now that you know more, it won't do you any good."

Huijue said with an unfathomable and very mean look on his face.

Xie Yuan gritted his teeth secretly. Although he felt that he was probably lying again, he still didn't ask any questions.

He sighed:
"Forget it, as long as no one is hurt."

"Thank you, benefactor. You seem to have a lot of Buddhist spirit in you. Why don't you come with me to the Prajna Temple..."

Xie Yuan waved his hand:

"Stop talking nonsense. What did you promise me before? Also, did our fight just now attract no attention from others?"

This alley was sparsely populated, but not empty. Xie Yuan wondered if anyone would notice the two of them standing here for a long time.

Did we enter another similar relic space just now? Is the time there the same as in the outside world?
Xie Yuan was very curious, but no matter whether Huijue was lying or not, it seemed that he would not tell anyone. Xie Yuan did not want to let this foul-mouthed monk have more fun, so he refrained from asking any more questions.

Huijue shook his head:

"I will do what I promised you. Monks don't tell lies. As for the fight just now... no one knew about it."

No one knew just now?

Xie Yuan frowned and looked at Huijue, with a bad premonition.

Huijue looked back at him, smiled slightly, and then took a breath, suddenly gathered his internal energy, and shouted with the Buddhist Lion's Roar, his voice breaking and shrill:

"I, Huijue, cannot defeat Benefactor Xie Yuan. I admit defeat!"

His voice was like a huge bell, and his tone reached the sky. When he howled, at least half of Jinling City could hear it.

After Huijue finished yelling, he cleared his throat, put his palms together, smiled innocently, and said softly:
“Now someone knows.”

(End of this chapter)