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

what?

A'Zhu was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, "Master is leaving already?!"

She couldn't help but glance at the neatly arranged bookshelves inside the pavilion.

If anyone else could enter such a sacred place of martial arts, wouldn't they be completely captivated and wish they could stay there forever?

But the person in front of us only stayed for less than an hour before leaving, which is really puzzling.

Although I found it strange, I didn't ask any further questions.

She bowed and said, "This servant will go and inform the young master immediately."

"no need."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Young Master Murong... he must be quite busy right now..."

After saying that, he left with Mu Wanqing.

"What a strange person!"

A'Zhu muttered to herself as she closed the door to the Huanshi Water Pavilion again.

Chapter 66 Assassin Attack

Outside Suzhou, in a mountain forest.

As dusk deepened, the two walked slowly along the winding mountain path.

Mu Wanqing suddenly grabbed Chen Mo's sleeve, "Husband, back at Mantuo Manor, you were talking to Madam Wang about Qin Hongmian, Prince Duan and all that..."

"What does this have to do with my master?!"

Seeing that Chen Mo hadn't mentioned this matter, she finally couldn't hold back and asked.

"Cough cough."

Chen Mo coughed lightly, trying to pull his sleeve back. "Miss Mu, why don't you call me by my secular name—Chen Mo?"

"Those who know the word 'husband' are fine, but those who don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Wanqing grabbed his arm.

The soft touch transmitted through the monk's robe caused Chen Mo's heart to flutter slightly.

"Humph."

Mu Wanqing raised her pretty face, her eyes filled with a hint of stubbornness: "Let me tell you, don't even think about escaping my grasp!"

Chen Mo shook his head helplessly and could only continue to answer Mu Wanqing's question.

"Your master is Qin Hongmian, and her relationship with Madam Wang and that Prince Duan is very complicated..."

"It's hard to explain in a short time, perhaps... Miss Mu should go back and ask your master?"

"complex?"

Mu Wanqing looked at Chen Mo with a puzzled expression.

Just then, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out!

Several streaks of dark light shot out from the forest, aiming straight for Chen Mo's brow.

"Who goes there?!"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and with a flick of his sleeve, he had already shielded Mu Wanqing behind him.

The Nirvana True Qi circulated throughout his body, and the Great Kasyapa Qi Shield instantly unfolded, enveloping the two of them.

Ding ding ding!!!

The dark light struck the invisible shield, producing a crisp sound.

It turned out to be three black needles as thin as cow hair, which were reduced to dust by the backlash from the invisible aura.

But the dust fell to the ground, and the surrounding vegetation withered and turned black at a visible speed, emitting a pungent odor.

Upon seeing this, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but gasp.

If one were struck by this poisoned needle, they would likely die instantly.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A sinister laugh echoed from deep within the forest. "The little monk reacted quite quickly."

"However, what surprises me the most is that your protective technique can actually block my Black Blood Divine Needle!"

"Interesting, very interesting!"

"Who are you, benefactor, and why did you ambush this humble monk in secret?"

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction from which the poison needle had been shot.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows; it was a gaunt old man dressed in a black robe.

He was hunched over, fiddling with something in his hand, which was completely black.

His cloudy eyes gleamed eerily in the twilight. "I was merely entrusted by someone to take your lives!"

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and said, "Since you are acting on someone's behalf, could you please tell me... who your employer is?"

The old man gave a sinister smile, and several more black needles appeared between his withered fingers. "Why ask so many questions when you're about to die!"

Before he could finish speaking, his figure suddenly blurred, and his black robe fluttered without wind.

He flicked his withered fingers repeatedly, sending dozens of extremely soft and cold finger energies piercing through the air.

These finger techniques are as fine as gossamer threads, yet they strike suddenly and abruptly, making them difficult to defend against.

"My Illusionary Yin Finger is specifically designed to break through your protective techniques!"

The old man sneered, "To die by this finger of mine, you can die without regret!"

With this martial art, he has killed countless masters.

Indeed, this Phantom Yin Finger is both effeminate and vicious.

Those who are affected will have their meridians blocked by the cold and dampness, their vital energy completely depleted, and their minds disturbed, leading to madness.

"One-Finger Divine Skill!"

Chen Mo neither dodged nor avoided, but tapped his right index finger several times in the air.

Several terrifyingly powerful finger strikes blasted out, colliding with the Illusionary Yin Finger in mid-air.

Instantly, the two finger forces collided, producing an astonishing explosion.

The chilling aura of the Illusionary Yin Finger melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the blazing sun in the face of the One Yang Finger.

The old man's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly channeled all his inner energy to try and defend himself.

But the force of the One-Finger Divine Skill did not diminish, instantly piercing through his protective aura and striking his chest directly.

"Ugh!!!"

He screamed and flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, crashing through several large trees before falling heavily to the ground.

"One-Finger Divine Skill?!"

The old man took out a protective mirror made of black iron from his pocket, and a deep fingerprint was clearly imprinted on the mirror surface.

The fingerprint was surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks, and its center was almost completely pierced.

"Good lad, you've actually managed to cultivate the One-Finger Divine Skill to this level."

His face was extremely gloomy. "I'm afraid the abbot of Tianlong Temple's One-Finger Divine Skill is only at this level, right?"

"I almost fell for your trick without realizing it!"

The old man staggered to his feet and threw the broken breastplate hard onto the ground.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. "Interesting!"

Its figure disappeared into the twilight like a ghost.

His elusive voice suddenly echoed through the woods, "It's been a long time since I've encountered such an interesting assassination target..."

Before he finished speaking, dozens of Black Blood Needles shot out from three different directions at the same time!

These poisoned needles were aimed at Chen Mo's temples, throat, and back of the heart from tricky angles.

Bang bang bang! !

The poisoned needles struck the Great Kasyapa's protective shield one after another, producing a dense sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves.

The invisible protective aura rippled in layers, yet remained as stable as ever.

"Kid, your 'shell' actually covers your entire body?"

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back. "Benefactor, there's no need to waste your energy. Your Black Blood Divine Needle cannot break through this humble monk's Great Kasyapa Qi Shield!"

The old man's cold voice came from the shadows, "Boy, whether you can break it or not, we'll find out soon enough!"

Suddenly, hundreds of black palm prints appeared simultaneously from all directions.

The palm prints struck the invisible energy shield, but only caused ripples.

Chen Mo frowned. Taking a beating passively was not in his nature. He raised his right hand and suddenly pointed out with his five fingers.

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle!!*

Five sharp and unparalleled sword energies attacked the direction where the old man might appear.

Wherever the sword energy passed, vegetation was broken and rocks crumbled.

Even towering ancient trees hundreds of meters away were directly pierced.

"Tsk tsk, what kind of technique is this? It's quite powerful."

The old man's voice drifted through the woods, "What a pity..."

"It's all in vain if you can't hit it..."

His tone was full of sarcasm.