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Upon entering the room, one sees the monk Ikkyu dressed in tattered clothes.

The white monk's robe had been reduced to tattered strips, revealing large patches of bronze skin.

Judging by his clothes alone, he's not even as well-dressed as a beggar.

The monk Ikkyu laughed heartily, swinging a pipa in his hand, and said with a puzzled look, "Strange, I can't play it..."

"Master, you've come!"

Ikkyu cried out in pain and charged toward Ning Chen, as if he had been possessed and gone mad.

"Ok?"

Ning Chen's black eyes instantly turned snow-white.

There were some fluctuations of Taoist magic on Ikkyu's body.

Following the traces of the Daoist arts, his gaze slowly fell in a certain direction.

That's the direction of Four Eyes' house, and it happens to be Four Eyes' room.

"Put it on me."

Ning Chen's white eye power intensified, directly piercing through layers of barriers.

At this moment, Si Mu was standing in his room, performing a ritual.

On the table was a small wooden figure woven from rattan, shaped like a monk, which was rolling around on the table.

His every move is exactly the same as Ikkyu's.

"I see."

Ning Chen suddenly understood and chuckled softly.

It turned out that his senior brother was playing a trick on the monk Ikkyu, probably because the monk Ikkyu had talked to him all afternoon yesterday.

Even worse, he lost a golden sword for nothing!

As the senior disciple, of course he couldn't bear to blame his junior disciple, so he would put the blame on the old monk!

"What a rascal..."

Ning Chen was speechless; such childlike innocence was truly rare.

Moreover, Yoshimura was very careful with his actions, and nothing in Ikkyu's house was damaged.

Except for that outfit...

He also pulled out a cavity for the monk Ikkyu, though his methods were somewhat forceful.

Ning Chen pointed a finger at Yixiu's head, dispersing the Taoist magic on his body.

Ikkyu closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

"You should be fine after you wake up," Ning Chen said.

Jingjing nodded quickly and went to tidy up the mess on the floor.

Her heart was pounding, and her steps were unsteady.

Ning Chen's attention, however, was focused on the Daoist technique of his senior brother, Si Mu.

"This is Senior Brother Four Eyes' puppetry technique..."

Ning Chen muttered to himself, the scenes from just now flashing through his mind.

I have also gained a basic understanding of puppetry.

[Due to your extraordinary luck, you have inadvertently grasped the mysteries of puppetry at first glance, and you have completely mastered the Maoshan Puppet Technique!]

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On the incense table

The little wooden figure, which had been moving around haphazardly, suddenly collapsed and couldn't get up.

"Hmm? Get up!"

He strained with both hands, but his control over the wooden figure seemed to have been completely severed.

Si Mu opened the window like a thief and peeked furtively into the neighbor's room.

The old monk was lying on the ground, the junior disciple was sitting in the room, and the little girl Jingjing was fiddling with her braided hair, twirling it between her fingers.

"It must have been Junior Brother who made the move."

Si Mu nodded silently, then his eyes lit up. "That's right, I can also use this opportunity to spar with my junior brother!"

Then, the four of them made a hand seal, and the chicken blood in the bowl burst into flames.

He stuck his fingers into the flames, getting them smeared with fire and chicken blood, and then smeared them hard on the fallen wooden figure.

"rise!"

With a low shout, Si Mu also rolled up from the ground.

He wanted to use the old monk's body to test his junior brother's skills.

If he wins, it's his own; if he loses, it's the old monk who loses to the junior brother. What does it have to do with Si Mu?

Ning Chen sensed the aura of Daoist magic.

Sure enough, the monk Ikkyu suddenly stood up, pulled the hood, and struck him with a palm.

"Alright, I'll play with my senior brother for a bit."

Ning Chen shook his head and smiled, understanding that his senior brother was sparring with him.

He turned to look at the shy young girl and smiled, "Miss Jingjing, may I borrow your body for a while?"

"Ah...oh oh."

Jingjing didn't know what she was saying, but she agreed as if possessed.

Ning Chen reached out and brushed a strand of Jingjing's hair away from her head.

He made a hand seal and calmly said, "The Supreme Star, its cycles never cease... the three souls are eternal, the spirit is never lost!"

In Jingjing's eyes, this young and handsome Taoist priest, dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, seemed to be the Taoist patriarch descended to earth.

As Ning Chen's voice faded, Jingjing felt as if cool water was flowing over her body, through her limbs and bones.

Then, she adopted a strange boxing stance.

What surprised her most was that she was an observer the whole time, as if her soul had left her body.

"My body... is being controlled?"

Jingjing looked puzzled, but then she understood what Ning Chen meant.

Under the control of the four eyes, the monk Ikkyu struck with a palm.

Instead of retreating, Ning Chen advanced, throwing a punch as well.

Si Mu smirked; it seemed his junior brother had been careless.

The power that puppetry can unleash depends entirely on the physical strength of the person acting as the puppet.

The old monk had practiced martial arts his whole life. Although he was old, his physical body was strong and the power he could unleash was not to be underestimated.

As for Jingjing, that little girl, with her thin arms and legs, how could she possibly have any strength?

This punch will likely dislocate the girl's arm. It seems this duel between the two brothers, combining Taoist arts and martial arts, is about to come to a conclusion!

Just as Ikkyu's palm was about to collide with Jingjing's fist, that slender, thin fist suddenly turned.

Like a small snake, it nimbly "wrapped" around Ikkyu's arm, and with a punch, sent the monk Ikkyu back several steps.

"Um?!"

Unconvinced, Si Mu took a stance, swiftly leaped out, and delivered a punch right in front of him.

He wanted to make it so that Jingjing had nowhere to hide.

Seeing this, Ning Chen changed his hand seals, and Jingjing also changed her fist into a palm.

Her jade-like hand grasped that powerful fist, and with a gentle twist, she dissipated the hundred-pound force from it.

"I still don't believe it!"

Undeterred by fate, Si Mu unleashed a barrage of powerful punches at Jing Jing.

Ning Chen responded calmly, controlling Jingjing to use speed to overcome slowness and strike back later.

He neutralized Ikkyu's fierce attacks one by one.

The more Si Mu fought, the more uncomfortable he felt, as if he were punching cotton.

Finally, he scratched his head hard and shouted, "Junior Brother, I'm not playing anymore! This old monk loses to you!"

Hearing his senior brother's voice coming from afar, Ning Chen finally stopped and stood still, dispelling the puppet technique.

"Thank you for your trouble, Miss Jingjing."

Jingjing felt a sudden lift on her body and looked at her hands in disbelief.

She has regained control of her body.