Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

He already didn't get along with Yue Laosan, and now he's trying to steal his 'prey'.

But for the sake of the bigger picture, he had to say, "Yue Laosan, let me enjoy this little wench first, then you can kill her!"

"As for this little bald monk..."

He paused, then continued, "This pretty boy has such delicate skin; if Second Sister doesn't like him, she might be able to sell him!"

"You know, many high-ranking officials and nobles in our Western Xia have a taste for this, so it might fetch a high price."

As he spoke, he chuckled.

"Hahaha!"

"That's right, this pretty boy is quite a rare find!"

Ye Erniang's eyes lit up. She thought it was a good idea. Even if the boy couldn't be sold, he could be given to some high-ranking officials and nobles.

After all, they needed to bribe some important people in Western Xia.

"you!"

Mu Wanqing frowned, her face contorted with anger.

She knew about the Four Evils, but she never imagined they were truly lawless to the extreme.

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and chuckled, "So the three of you are Ye Erniang, Yue Laosan, and Yun Zhonghe, three of the Four Evils."

"But...where is your notorious, wicked boss?!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Erniang's eyes. She gently patted the dead infant in her arms and chuckled strangely, "Oh, I didn't expect you, little monk, to have such profound knowledge."

"They actually know about us, the Four Evils! It seems we've become famous throughout the land!"

Chen Mo nodded slightly, "Of course I know."

"However, I see that you have all gone astray and are deeply rooted in evil, and need the purification of the Buddha's teachings."

"Purification?!"

Yue Laosan, standing to the side, seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and wielded the alligator snips in his hands with great skill.

"Go to hell with your Buddhist teachings! I'm standing right here, let's see if they can purify me!"

As Yue Laosan continued to laugh wildly, Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe also showed mocking expressions.

Chen Mo shook his head, slowly raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers into a finger sword, and pointed out!

There was no earth-shattering display, only an invisible force condensed to its extreme.

As if piercing through the void, it silently shot straight at Yue Laosan's vital point on his chest!

Yue Laosan's laughter stopped abruptly.

As a top-notch expert, his instincts sent chills down his spine, and a deadly sense of crisis enveloped his entire body!

He tried to swing his crocodile scissors to block, but found that his body was as if it were bound and he could not move!

Boom! ! !

A dull thud echoed through the mountains and forests!

At the critical moment, a dark iron rod suddenly emerged from the side and precisely struck the trajectory of the invisible finger force.

The energy clashed, producing a muffled sound, and an invisible ripple spread out, scattering the fallen leaves on the ground.

A figure dressed in a green robe, with a stiff face and muscles, and using an iron staff as a foot, appeared in front of Yue Laosan at some unknown time.

He was crippled in both legs and supported his body with two thin iron canes.

The newcomer was none other than Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evils, whose wickedness was beyond measure!

"Boss!"

"Boss, you're here!"

Ye Erniang, Yun Zhonghe, and the still-shaken Yue Laosan all spoke up.

But Duan Yanqing ignored them, his lifeless eyes fixed on Chen Mo.

His abdomen throbbed, and he uttered a deep, guttural sound in ventriloquism: "Your Excellency... who exactly are you?!"

"You... how do you know the Dali Duan family's secret technique—One-Finger Divine Skill?!"

He was quite surprised.

It should be noted that the One-Finger Divine Skill is a unique martial art of the Dali Duan family, which has always been kept secret and can only be taught to the direct descendants and core members.

But this young man not only knows how to use it, but his mastery of the One-Finger Divine Skill seems to be... no less than mine.

If Chen Mo knew this inner monologue, he would probably laugh his head off.

That finger gesture just now was nothing more than a casual touch.

"Oh?"

Chen Mo slowly withdrew his finger, his gaze sweeping over the four people in front of him. "It seems that you four villains have finally all arrived. This saves me the trouble of searching for you one by one."

His tone was calm, but carried an undeniable force, as if the four notorious villains before him were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

Hearing Chen Mo's domineering words, Mu Wanqing's heartstrings were deeply touched.

She stared blankly at Chen Mo, a strange light flickering in her beautiful eyes.

I love it! So cool!

He truly deserves to be the man I, Mu Wanqing, have chosen...

In contrast, Duan Yanqing...

Anger surged within him, and his ventriloquism grew increasingly icy: "Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"

"You think you can fight against the Four Evils all by yourself?!"

Chapter 43 Duan Yanqing's Identity

Duan Yanqing's mind raced, his lifeless eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

In his memory, no one among the royal family of Dali could have mastered the One-Finger Divine Skill to such a level.

unless……

They're from that place!

His abdomen heaved, and his muffled ventriloquism carried a hint of probing: "You... are a monk from Tenryu-ji Temple?"

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and readily admitted, "That's right, this humble monk is indeed from Tianlong Temple."

Upon hearing this, Ye Erniang, Yue Laosan, and Yun Zhonghe exchanged glances, all looking puzzled.

As members of the Western Xia Yipintang, they naturally knew about the Tianlong Temple in Dali.

But they were very curious about their leader, why he was so curious about the little monk's background.

Given their infamous reputations as the Four Evils, would they really be afraid of a mere monk from Tianlong Temple?

However, out of fear of their leader's authority, they dared not interrupt, despite their doubts.

"As expected, they're from Tenryu-ji..."

Duan Yanqing thought to himself, but an even greater question welled up in his mind.

He knew that the monks of Tianlong Temple were always detached from worldly affairs and rarely ventured into the martial world.

Why is this little monk here?

However, none of that matters anymore.

The important thing is that this young monk is actually from Tianlong Temple, and that's enough.

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on his face for the first time.

Back then, when Duan Yanqing was the crown prince, a sudden upheaval occurred in the court: his father, Emperor Shangde, was murdered by the treacherous minister Yang Yizhen.

He escaped Dali amidst the chaos, learned martial arts, and returned, intending to use his skills to kill his enemies, avenge his family, and reclaim his rightful kingdom.

Who would have thought that they would be ambushed by a powerful enemy on the way!

After a bloody battle, although he annihilated all the enemies, he was also seriously injured, with both legs broken and his face disfigured.

Even after his throat was slashed by the enemy, he couldn't make a sound, but he eventually returned to Dali with superhuman perseverance.

However, he discovered that his father's nephew, Duan Shouhui, with the help of the loyal minister Gao Zhisheng and the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple, had quelled the treacherous minister Yang Yizhen.

Duan Shouhui naturally became emperor, taking the title of Emperor Ming.

However, he only reigned for one year before becoming a monk at Tianlong Temple, and then passed the throne to his cousin, Duan Zhengming.

Duan Yanqing wanted to reclaim the throne and sought out the old monk of Tianlong Temple, his uncle Master Kurong.

We hope that Master Kurong can prove his identity and come forward to uphold justice.

But the result left him heartbroken; his own uncle refused to even see him.

The high monks of Tianlong Temple did not acknowledge his identity, let alone support his reclaiming of the throne.

They chose to maintain the current stability and support Duan Zhengming!

For Tenryu-ji, a royal temple, not to choose to support its own orthodox lineage is nothing short of blatant betrayal.

"Tenryu-ji Temple... What a magnificent Tenryu-ji Temple!"

Duan Yanqing's abdomen continued to churn. "Back then, I returned from the brink of death, and you treated me like trash, abandoning me, the rightful crown prince!"

"Even God couldn't bear to see me live, so He allowed me to survive."

"Today, I'll use your blood, you little monk, to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Before he finished speaking, he slammed his iron staff into the ground, his green robe billowing, and a chilling, sharp killing intent instantly locked onto Chen Mo.

It seemed that both old and new grudges were about to be unleashed at this moment!

Just then.