Chapter 65065 Wulong
Chapter 65
Kong Fan didn't answer. He turned his head and looked back, his eyes meeting Ying Ji's. A frown slowly crept across his handsome, pale face, a look of worry etched across it.
Yingji noticed his extremely pale face and said subconsciously, "I'm fine."
The two men in black who had been standing outside the door and watching without taking any action suddenly accumulated strong spiritual power at the same time, and two light balls, one black and one white, floated in their palms.
The light instantly illuminated the previously dark corridor. Suddenly, a strong wind blew away the hoods of the two men in black, revealing their faces. They were actually twins. Their identical features were now covered with a layer of frost, and they stared at Kong Fan with murderous intent.
Kong Fan quickly glanced down at Yingji's blood-stained knees, then looked at Jianfeng and instructed, "Take her away."
"Hahaha." The black-clad man in the room laughed sinisterly. "As expected of a Buddhist, he truly has the heart of a bodhisattva, yet he actually walked into a trap."
Kong Fan turned his head and looked directly into the black-clad man's eagle eyes. His calm voice seemed to still contain a hint of compassion. He said, "The cycle of heaven and earth has its own set of rules. Why should we be controlled by others and trapped in a cage? You are all the most powerful people in this world. Why don't you gather your strength and break free together?"
Venerable Youquan was growing impatient, even more unwilling to listen to the younger generation's lectures. He glared and said disdainfully, "Destroying this cage will only make it food for those above us. What good will that do us?"
He spread his arms wide, arrogantly saying, "Now I'm in a position of power and dominance in this world. How wonderful!"
Kong Fan's eyes were filled with pity, and he shook his head and said, "The donor is now just food in my mouth."
Venerable Youquan's expression changed drastically. With a sudden wave of his hand, a bright red fireball, even hotter than before, erupted from thin air. He glared at Kongfan fiercely and said darkly, "It is an honor for you, a humble monk, to die at the hands of the three of us! Blame your audacity for attempting to tear the heavens apart, and blame your master for placing you in such a prominent position! Black light! White light!"
At the same moment, the twin men in black outside the door pointed the black and white spiritual powers condensed in their hands towards Kong Fan and others.
The three terrifying forces were so powerful that if they were to fall upon them, there would be no chance of survival. Furthermore, Ying Ji was a mortal being; she would be unable to withstand such a force even if she was even slightly closer.
Jianfeng's mind was tense, the threat of death making him instinctively want to escape immediately. His eyes swept over Yingji, who was still kneeling on the ground, and he hesitated, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. Ultimately, he did not escape himself. While twisting the talisman to cast a barrier that was better than nothing, he quickly ran towards Yingji to support her.
At the same time that Jianfeng ran to Yingji, Kongfan's cassock floated over and wrapped around Yingji.
Ying Ji lowered her eyes to glance at the golden robes on her body, then raised her eyes to look at Kong Fan who was standing in front of her, and was stunned.
The Zen staff stood in front of Kong Fan, emitting silver light and a soft color like the moon.
Kong Fan nodded and closed his eyes. The moment his lips moved, golden Sanskrit characters appeared in the sky, slowly floating up and down in the room, illuminating the entire room.
"Young monk, do you think that with your strength as a young man, you can resist the three of us—" Venerable Youquan's words stopped abruptly, and he looked at the golden dragon that appeared out of thin air in disbelief.
A shimmering golden dragon roared as it circled within the cramped room. The dragon opened its mouth, its chanting roar accompanied by countless golden Sanskrit characters.
Venerable Youquan opened his eyes wide and finally saw clearly that each Sanskrit word was just one word - life.
"The art of dragon enlightenment?" Hei Wei blurted out. Because of shock, his voice changed tone and became sharp and unpleasant.
The golden dragon grew larger and larger, and the small, cramped room could no longer contain it. With a loud "bang", the walls exploded, and the entire room was reduced to nothingness in a dazzling golden light.
The golden dragon spiraled upward, tumbling endlessly within the pitch-black sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and causing the sky and earth to change color. The sound of the dragon's roar continued, reaching ever further afield.
The strange phenomenon here will definitely attract the attention of venerables from all sides, and I believe that venerables from all sides will rush here soon.
"That old bald donkey is really trying hard for you!" Venerable Youquan gnashed his teeth. "I just don't believe that a young monk like you can master the art of dragon enlightenment! Hei Wei, Bai Wei! Join me in killing this monk!"
The three of them were no longer as careless as they were at the beginning. They mobilized their spiritual power at the same time and launched the most fatal blow towards Kong Fan!
The deafening dragon roar suddenly disappeared, and even the terrifying roar of the wind stopped. Everything in the world seemed to stop at this moment.
The terrifying spiritual power and the blazing golden light made it difficult for Yingji to breathe, and she even had trouble opening her eyes. However, she was really worried about Kongfan's condition, so she endured the burning sensation and opened her eyes to look at Kongfan.
Kong Fan still had his brows lowered, and he was silently reciting scriptures calmly in the vortex of spiritual power that was shaking the heavens and the earth.
The huge body of the golden dragon surrounded him, and the golden light made Kong Fan's entire tall figure seem to be coated with a layer of golden light, overflowing with the gentle and universal light of Buddhism.
"Disperse." Kong Fan raised his lips and spoke softly, while at the same time opening his clear eyes.
The three devastating spiritual attacks suddenly broke into pieces in mid-air at his words, and then slowly fell to the ground silently.
"How is this possible..."
The three Venerables Youquan opened their eyes wide in disbelief, finding it hard to believe that a full-strength attack launched by the three of them could be so easily neutralized by a young man!
Kong Fan lowered his brows, looking at the shattered spiritual energy that drifted to the ground. He had neutralized the attack from the three masters, but the spiritual energy contained a sinister force that burned the plants and trees as it fell to the ground.
This was originally a place with lush grass, but now all the flowers, plants and trees as far as the eye can see have withered, and even if the spring breeze blows, they will not grow again.
Kong Fan looked at the desolate scene, and a look of pity appeared in his clear eyes.
He shook his head regretfully.
A sudden sweet and fishy taste lingered in his chest and abdomen, and Kong Fan frowned slightly, though he wasn't entirely surprised. Using the Dragon Enlightenment Technique with his current strength would be self-destructive.
The master's earnest teachings warning him not to use the Dragon Enlightenment Technique lightly seemed to be ringing in his ears, but Kong Fan knew that the time had come when he had to use it - he couldn't let anyone hurt Ying Ji, no matter what the cost.
Kong Fan raised his eyes and looked straight ahead, without turning back to see Ying Ji's situation.
He felt a little confused in his heart, and he knew that it was what the book said: worrying too much will cause confusion.
The auras of the venerables were gradually approaching from afar. The Dragon Enlightenment Technique was an ancient lost technique, and its reappearance today would inevitably attract powerful individuals from all sides.
Hei Wei and Bai Wei looked at each other, took two steps forward at the same time, and approached Venerable Youquan.
"People are coming over one after another. If we don't take action now, I'm afraid we'll have to give up today."
As Hei Wei finished speaking, a burst of laughter suddenly came from a distance.
"Hahaha, I was sleeping soundly when I saw the Dragon Enlightenment Technique reappear. I got up and came to take a look, and I saw the three great masters of Xiaoyao Sect bullying a little monk."
Another female voice said with a sweet laugh, "It seems that the three venerables of Xiaoyao Sect have suffered a loss at the hands of a young man."
Venerable Youquan's expression gradually turned grim. He gritted his teeth, his hand hanging by his side unconsciously clenched into a fist in anger, and a faint pulsing spiritual energy lingered around his fist.
In the desolate land that smelled of scorched earth, many venerables suddenly appeared. Some of them mocked Venerable Youquan for his failure, some looked at Kongfan with interest, and a few stood aside indifferently without saying a word.
At the same time, four more venerables from the Xiaoyao Sect came and gathered around Venerable Youquan.
As the four venerables arrived, Venerable Youquan coldly warned the crowd that had come to watch the fun: "This is a personal grudge. I advise you to stop interfering."
His tone changed and he raised his voice: "Set up the formation!"
He raised his hand, and the other six venerables of the Xiaoyao Sect simultaneously activated their formation. Suddenly, a fierce wind blew, and spiritual energy surged. This was a move determined to take Kong Fan's life!
A beautiful female venerable smiled charmingly at Kong Fan and said, "Pretty monk, give me the Dragon Enlightenment Technique and I will help you."
"Little monk, don't believe the beautiful woman's deception. If you give the Dragon Enlightenment Technique to Yu Niang, she will just run away immediately. Why not consider making a fair deal with our Spirit Sword Sect?"
Venerable Youquan listened to the discussions of those who had come from all directions to covet the Dragon Enlightenment Art, and he felt angry and anxious. He also wanted to understand the Dragon Enlightenment Art, but compared to this lost technique, he wanted Kongfan's life more and wanted to stop the Sky-Splitting Plan even more!
Kong Fan raised his palm and nodded to the several venerables who offered to help him, and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you for your kindness. It is difficult to give away the skills passed down by our master."
The Xiaoyao Sect's Execution Formation was almost complete, casting a strange green hue across the sky and earth. Amidst this eerie green light, Kong Fan's calm and composed demeanor took on a ethereal, ethereal quality.
The venerable monks who were watching the fun could not help but look at Kong Fan more carefully.
A venerable monk who had been silent the entire time suddenly spoke up: "He is the current abbot of Puja Temple, and he was taught by that old bald donkey."
Many people have guessed Kong Fan's identity, and they looked thoughtfully at the golden dragon hovering around Kong Fan.
"Kong Fan..." Ying Ji suddenly spoke softly.
Kong Fan turned around almost immediately, first looking at Yingji's face, then at her knees, and then his gaze moved up again and fell on her face again, meeting her eyes and smiling at her gently.
Yingji had never seen so many powerful masters at once. She was deeply concerned for Kongfan's safety, fearing his unbridled spirit would lead to his downfall. If it were her, she would have resorted to sweet talk and every possible means to resolve the dilemma.
But when she looked into Kong Fan's clear eyes, her panicked heart suddenly calmed down. Kong Fan always seemed to have this kind of magic that could make people feel at ease.
The cold wind ruffled her black hair, brushing her cheeks again and again. Yingji looked at Kongfan, her face slowly opening into a sweet smile. Her celestial beauty, under this eerie green light, seemed even more stunning and lifelike.
"belch."
In the tense and dangerous atmosphere, the sudden burp seemed so out of place.
Everyone's expression changed.
Especially Venerable Youquan, his pair of pitch-black pupils turned back and forth in his narrow eye sockets, thinking quickly.
Even Kong Fan's expression changed slightly. He turned sideways and looked towards the east.
A monk figure stepped out of the darkness and appeared before everyone. He was an old monk wearing loose monk's robes, and the wine gourd hanging from his waist seemed out of place with his monk's attire.
"Daozhen." Venerable Youquan almost uttered the name through gritted teeth.
Master Daozhen looked at Kongfan with a smile and said, "I thought something had happened and forced my good disciple to learn the Dragon Enlightenment Technique."
"Grandmaster." Kong Fan said respectfully, "Kong Fan's enlightenment is not profound, and his spiritual power is not abundant. Today, I have no choice but to use the Dragon Enlightenment Technique and fail to follow Grandmaster's teachings."
Daozhen squinted his eyes and looked at the golden dragon that kept circling around Kongfan. He touched his big belly and nodded with a smile: "Then let's give it a try."
When Kong Fan turned around to face the execution formation, Dao Zhen glanced at it and caught a glimpse of the cassock wrapped around Ying Ji, and his eyelids twitched.
Kong Fan slowly raised his hand and lightly pointed at the Fuzhu Formation, and a green Bodhi leaf quietly fell.
Blood flowed from the corner of Kong Fan's lips.
The dragon roars and the golden dragon spins.
The execution formation formed by the seven venerables suddenly dimmed.
Kong Fan suddenly turned around and strode towards Ying Ji. He raised his palm to cover Ying Ji's eyes and said softly, "Close your eyes."
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