Chapter 52: Fight

052 Fight

"Daoyou."

"Don't move! Stay away from us, Master and Disciple!"

After coming out of the room, Master Liaokong was eager to show his intimacy. He took a few quick steps and wanted to talk to Gao Yuan, but was stopped in his tracks by his cold snort.

Following this sudden shout, several monks looked at Master Kong with different eyes, but after a while, they all turned to gloating.

The monks of the Great Zhou Dynasty were always honest and did not try to hide their feelings in front of the two Taoists.

"Why is that so?"

Although he felt a little embarrassed under the scrutiny of so many people, Monk Liaokong maintained his composure. Although he knew the reason, he acted very innocent. As the saying goes, true and false, real and fake, the reason he did that was actually his senior brother's idea.

Let that old Taoist see the prestige of our Baofo Temple. Liaokong, have you been beaten by him before? This time, you have the support of your senior brothers, so don't be afraid.

"You think you can hide this little trick from mere Taoist priests?"

Gao Yuan said sarcastically, with an expression that said you have made no progress at all:

"You monks just love to use these tricks!"

Was the monk who led the way just now a deception?

Seeing the black water in front of him about to flow to his feet, Xiang Jiannan stepped back calmly. His understanding of sleight of hand was actually very superficial, and it was the first time he heard of the three thousand tricks mentioned by his master.

I do know a little about the Three Thousand Worlds, but I don't know what the connection is between the two.

A show of force right from the start? The monk leading the way looked like a real person. To use such a method, I wonder what level of cultivation he must have reached.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, fellow Taoist."

After being exposed by Gao Yuan, Master Liaokong wanted to explain his statement. It was true that the old Taoist priest broke his magic, but none of his words were right. Little Three Thousand Techniques? He had never heard of it after practicing for so long. The most outrageous thing was that everyone around him seemed to believe it. When they heard the name of Little Three Thousand Techniques, they all showed expressions of sudden enlightenment. As a fellow Buddhist practitioner, this was simply a misfortune.

"Monk, I just used the method of external body. I wonder where did you hear the small three thousand techniques you mentioned?"

"you do not know?"

After hearing Master Kong asking him about the origin of the Little Three Thousand Techniques, Gao Yuan couldn't help but frown. Looking at the monks opposite who were humbly asking for advice, his expression also became confused. Xiang Jiannan took all of this change into his sight, and after a few moments, he felt something was not good.

Based on my understanding of my master, when he reacts like this, it means he has run out of words. His eyes keep blinking, which means he is trying to organize his words. The so-called Little Three Thousand Techniques, is it something you made up? "I heard it from a great man. I am fortunate to have received his guidance."

After exchanging a glance with Xiang Jiannan, Gao Yuan no longer had the arrogance he had before. As if he was remembering something from the past, his mood immediately became gloomy: "That great man's surname was Lu, and he knew almost everything about Taoism and Buddhism. When he was drunk, he once said that Buddhism originated from Taoism. Over the years, I, the old Taoist, have always remembered that..."

Awesome, Master, are you also a time traveler? I have read a very famous online novel! Hearing Gao Yuan's story of the origin of the Little Three Thousand Techniques sound like the truth, Xiang Jiannan couldn't help but give him a thumbs up in his heart.

This is something you were asked to make up, and Mr. Ren Lu would never have thought of it. You came up with it right away, and your brain works very quickly.

"Great power, your last name is Lu?"

Those who were fooled by Gao Yuan just lowered their heads and thought carefully. Several monks seemed to believe it. When Xiang Jiannan looked at them with some sympathy, several monks seemed to suddenly understand and burst out collectively: "What nonsense! I have practiced for dozens of years and have never heard of a master named Lu!"

"Taoist, you have used all the tricks you usually use to deceive people here!"

"Looking for a fight!"

"There is indeed a powerful person named Lu."

Unexpectedly, the monks could see through his lies. Gao Yuan tried his best to add when they got angry: "His name is Xun, and it is recorded in a book called Chinese Textbook."

Although adapted from Xiang Jiannan's original words, it made Master Kong and the others even angrier. They argued that the old Taoist priest was playing tricks on them! "Look at the magic weapon!"

Suddenly, a fat monk stepped out from beside Zen Master Lekong. He could not help but throw the Buddhist beads in his hand directly at Gao Yuan. Then he made a wheel seal gesture, but there was no magic produced. He just wanted to attract the attention of the old Taoist priest.

As the Buddhist beads bracelet he threw out was knocked away by the whisk, his battle with Gao Yuan officially began.

Should I help now or not? When the fat monk threw out the Buddhist beads, he immediately used the green energy. Xiang Jiannan was a little dizzy by the following fighting scene. He had been practicing hard these days just to deal with occasions like this. When the fight really started, he found that he still couldn't help much.

The fight between the masters was too bloody, with each punch hitting the flesh, which made the legs of this young Taoist priest who was in the early stage of the first level of Taoist fruit go weak. The master had just made contact when he was hit by several punches. Fortunately, his fighting will was strong and he managed to hold on without falling down.

Once he falls down, he will be abused. In terms of body size, the fat monk has an absolute advantage.

"Stop it! Don't do anything rash in the Po Fo Temple!"

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The scene instantly became chaotic. When Gao Yuan and the fat monk just started to fight, Zen Master Liaokong stepped forward and shouted to stop them. This scene was really laughable. People who practiced cultivation actually started to fight each other. The actions of grabbing hair, pulling eyes and tripping legs were so embarrassing that one would be embarrassed to watch it if he was not there to stop the fight.

They are all cultivators with some status, how can they be like those common people when fighting! "No one come over here, I, the old Taoist, want to teach you a lesson today! Hit me!"

The hands that were pinching the fat monk's neck kept slipping. Xiang Jiannan saw that the master's eyes turned bloodshot when he spoke. There was a lot of flesh on the fat monk's neck. After several attempts, the master could not find the force position. At this time, he saw Master Kong wanted to separate the two, but of course he was very reluctant.

No one would agree to this after being beaten so many times and still not being able to recover.

"Daoyou, why are you doing this?"

While shouting, he was punched several times by the fat monk. Gao Yuan's body was basically turned sideways at this time. This unfavorable posture was seen by Master Lekong, who immediately wanted to reach out and separate the two.

Although the old Taoist priest was very powerful, he could not overcome his physical disadvantage. He had to separate the two men as soon as possible to prevent the situation from escalating.

"Monk, how dare you take sides! Come here, Taoist priest!"

With good intentions, he wanted to pull Gao Yu'an out, but when he just touched his arm, Master Liaokong realized that he was wrong. The old Taoist priest was now in a state of rage, not distinguishing between friend and foe. He raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve, then pulled it hard, forcing him to be involved in the fight.

As soon as he got close, he threw a few punches, and his attacks were very vicious.

"Daoyou, you are going too far!"

"Today, no one can escape!"

"You guys, why don't you come over and help!"

What should I do? As the one-on-one fight turned into a multi-on-group fight, Xiang Jiannan stood aside and was completely at a loss. He really wanted to help his master, but he didn't know how to help. He was not afraid of hand-to-hand combat, but he was afraid that there would be no results after going in. At the moment, his master was mixed with several people. Although he was surrounded by enemies, his momentum was not reduced. From time to time, he stretched his neck and let out a roar, and it seemed that he was completely furious.

"You are outnumbered and you are weak. I will fight you to the death!"

(End of this chapter)