Wu Chen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly recited a Buddhist saying.

Wuchen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he leaped directly from the ox cart, stepped into the air, and gathered his internal energy into his fingers. With a slight lift of his wrist, he unleashed the Pingyang Finger. Wherever his finger pointed, a gray-clothed masked man was acupunctured. In a split second, the dozen or so gray-clothed masked men surrounding the ox cart were all immobilized.

Then he turned gracefully and descended from the air, his movements light and handsome, his sleeves fluttering. Although he was wearing only a gray monk's robe, he managed to look elegant and noble, like a young master from an aristocratic family.

"You, you, you... where did you come from, bald ass? Why are you meddling in other people's business here?"

Looking at the dozen or so disciples of the sect who were motionless after being acupunctured by this monk from a distance, Guimei was extremely shocked.

"Pingyang Finger?"

"You...are you from Tianlong Temple in Zhaoyang Kingdom?"

Gui Cangwu, who had been playing with his curly hair and watching the fun, immediately put away the cynical look on his face and spoke sternly.

Wu Chen: ...

(Damn! Even though I hid in a corner, I could still be recognized? These damn Rakshasa killers!)

"The Buddha's teachings are boundless, Amitabha! I don't know what you are talking about!" Wu Chen said seriously, without any of the unruly nature of the monk Hua.

"Stop pretending. The only people in the world who can use the Pingyang Finger are those bald donkeys in the Tianlong Temple. But we, the Luosha Sect and the Ghost Sect, have never had anything to do with your Tianlong Temple. Monk, I think you'd better not meddle in other people's business!" Gui Cangwu looked at Wuchen with eyes that were suddenly as cold as a sharp blade, and he wished he could cut him into pieces.

"What if I say no?"

"I, your father, will definitely take care of this trivial matter!"

Wu Chen touched the twelve scars from his ordination on his shiny bald head, and then resumed his unruly demeanor as a playboy monk.

Although he and Ye Maochun had only met by chance, no one had ever treated him so sincerely. Even because of Ye Maochun's deep love for his daughter, he would not allow this group of people to touch him in the slightest.

Moreover, he was also a little curious about how Hua Qingcheng, who had the same name and surname as his "good sister" and wet her pants at the age of five, could be so capable that Ye Maochun would protect her so much and even be willing to die for her...