Full level ruthless person.

Chapter 415 Old Friend
"Why is it him?"

Fang Zhixing was startled and surprised, thinking he was hallucinating.

impossible!

Could it be that he has also come to the fourth floor?

Do not……

Maybe they just happen to sound similar.

Fang Zhixing listened attentively, and the more he listened, the more he felt it resembled the real thing.

He has never forgotten that man's voice.

After all, that was the guy he had always wanted to kill but never had the chance!

Fang Zhixing remained calm, slightly opened the three eyes between his eyebrows, and looked outside.

I saw three people walking side by side on the steps leading to the main hall.

One of them is the foreign affairs elder of Canghai Gate. He has a pleasant face and is usually responsible for welcoming and seeing off guests.

Today, the distinguished guest from Minghuang Temple has come, so of course he has to come out in person to greet him.

The other two were bald monks with shiny heads and a string of Buddhist beads around their necks.

But the appearance and temperament of these two monks are completely different.

One of them was middle-aged, with a simple and gentle face, a stern look in his eyes, and he was wearing a bright orange monk's robe, which was spotless and clean, like a newly blooming lotus.

The other old monk looked much more shabby, wearing a patchwork robe that was tattered and holding a wine gourd in his hand, looking out of place.

Elder of Foreign Affairs, 972 years old, from the early period of Emperor Wuzong, majored in the "Yingsong Divine Sword Technique".

A middle-aged monk, 326 years old, at the peak of martial arts, specializing in "The Great Illuminating Heavenly Buddha Palm".

The old monk...majoring in...

The three eyes see all directions and see through everything.

Normally, people whose cultivation is lower than Fang Zhixing’s will have their secrets exposed by the Three Eyes in an instant.

But the higher the level of cultivation, the less information the three eyes can read.

Fang Zhixing could see clearly the details of the foreign affairs elder and the middle-aged monk.

But the old monk is different!
His body seemed to be shrouded in a strange aura, misty and blurry.

Even if Fang Zhixing focused his eyes, the information he could read was still very little.

Soon, they entered the main hall, where the sect leader Fu Wanshan received the two monks.

As the door closed, an isolation magic circle was opened, covering the entire hall.

Fang Zhixing's vision was blocked, he withdrew his gaze, thoughtful.

"Hey, why are people from Minghuang Temple here suddenly? Is something big going to happen?" Gu Xianliang asked curiously.

Xu Qiaoxia thought for a moment and replied, "It is rumored that Minghuang Temple discovered the entrance to a fairy palace and sent many experts in to explore, but the results did not seem very good. Could it be that they came this time to invite our Canghai Sect to join in the fun?"

Gu Xianliang's eyes lit up and he asked, "Who was sent by Minghuang Temple?"

Xu Qiaoxia continued: "If I am not mistaken, one is the Buddhist disciple 'Pokong', and the other is the famous wine-drinking and meat-eating monk 'Pojie'."

Son of Buddha is an extremely noble title. Only those who practice Buddhism with great wisdom and good fortune are qualified to receive this honor.

Pokong Buddha is the future successor of Minghuang Temple, and his every word and action can represent the entire Minghuang Temple.

As for the man who broke the precepts, his Buddhist teachings were unfathomable and his fighting power was astonishing. The reason why he accompanied Pokong was obviously to act as his bodyguard.

Fang Zhixing was listening quietly, but suddenly interrupted and said in surprise: "That monk who broke his vows must be very remarkable, right?"

Gu Xianliang nodded and said, "Pojie is very powerful. He is known as the best master under the 'Buddha Saint'. His Buddhist teachings are extremely powerful. The Martial Saint ancestor of the Liyang Dynasty once praised him as a half-step Martial Saint."

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Where is the person who broke the precepts?"

Gu Xianliang and Xu Qiaoxia looked at each other and spread their hands, saying, "That's not clear. He is an old senior. He was already famous before we were born."

Then I realized that I had understood everything and stopped asking any more questions.

Before I knew it, several hours had passed.

The isolation array in the main hall was removed and the main door slowly opened.

The foreign affairs elder walked out first, with a big smile on his face, and saw the guests off with a smile.

"No need to send us off, we can go down the mountain on our own."

Pokong clasped his hands together, a smile of relief and satisfaction on his face.

It seemed that he had a very happy chat with Fu Wanshan and got the result that Minghuang Temple wanted.

He followed the broken precepts step by step, with a bored expression on his face, taking a sip of wine from time to time, and seemed to have no interest in anything.

The two monks walked down the mountain and came to the mountain gate before they took off into the air.

"Uncle Master, Sect Master Fu is indeed a reasonable person."

Pokong flew slowly and said with a smile: "With the Canghai Sect joining us, exploring that fairy palace should be much smoother."

Pojie chuckled and replied: "The Immortal Palace has an indescribable temptation to everyone. If you ask me, Canghaimen will never refuse our invitation, even if Fu Wanshan knows how great the risk is."

Pokong smiled and said, "I hope this cooperation will go smoothly. As long as we get the treasure in the Immortal Palace, Master should be able to successfully break through the void and ascend to heaven!"

The two chatted as they flew farther and farther away.

"Who?!"

Suddenly, Pojie realized something, grabbed Pokong, and suspended himself, standing above the clouds.

Pokong was startled and frowned. When he looked around, he saw white clouds rolling.

A figure slowly rose from under the thick clouds, wearing black clothes and masking his face, with only a pair of eyes exposed. Seeing this, Pokong narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Who are you?"

Before the man in black could speak, Pojie spoke first, interrupting him: "My good nephew, he covered his face because he didn't want us to know who he is. Why are you still asking who he is?"

Pokong was speechless for a moment. He rolled his eyes at Pojie and thought, which side are you from?
Pojie stood with his hands behind his back, sizing up the man in black, and said in a loud voice, "Hey, what do you want to do? Do you want to assassinate me or the Buddhist disciple?"

The man in black said indifferently: "The Buddhist must stay."

Pojie nodded, squinted at Pokong, and spread his hands, saying, "See, before we left, you said there was no need for me to follow you. Now you know how dangerous the world is."

Pokong smiled bitterly, looked around and said, "He who comes to assassinate me alone must not be an easy person to deal with. Master, please be careful."

Pojie blinked and said speechlessly, "What do you mean? Are you planning to just sit back and watch while Master fights alone?"

Pokong: “…”

Pojie waved his hand and shouted, "You go first and test the strength of this assassin."

Pokong said in panic: "Uncle Master, what if he is very powerful and kills me instantly? You know me, I am very afraid of death!"

Pojie angrily shouted, "Bullshit! If you can be killed so easily, do you still have the nerve to be a Buddhist?"

Pokong smacked his lips, stepped forward cautiously, and shouted to Fang Zhixing: "This assassin, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now. I see that you have extraordinary bones and are a pillar of society. How about joining our Minghuang Temple?"

The man in black's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at Pokong as if he was a fool.

Seeing this, Pokong laughed awkwardly and sighed, "It doesn't matter. The gate of Minghuang Temple is open to all. Donors can come anytime. With your potential, you have the hope of becoming a Buddha."

The man in black finally spoke after hearing this: "Good people can only become Buddhas after going through hardships, and bad people can just put down their butcher knives. In this case, please allow me to be a bad person for a while and do all the bad things I can before I say anything else."

"Uh……"

Pokong was speechless, and the expression on his face was particularly wonderful.

"Great! It's really great!"

The old monk who broke his precepts clapped his hands and sighed, then laughed out loud, as happy as a child.

Pokong shook his head, clasped his hands together and said: "The donor is stubborn and refuses to change his ways. I can only convince him with my virtue."

He let go of his hands, his arms hung down naturally, and then slowly raised them up.

For a moment, the life metal particles between heaven and earth quickly gathered together, surrounded behind Pokong's head, and condensed into a perfect golden ring, dazzling and unparalleled.

This is Buddha's light!

A Buddha's light appeared behind Pokong's head, as if a real Buddha had descended here.

At the same time, the playful expression on Pokong's face disappeared, becoming solemn and dignified, and an aura of sacredness and greatness emanated from his whole body.

"Heavenly Buddha Palm!"

He raised his hands and pushed forward, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, and a golden light burst out all over the sky.

In an instant, golden hands appeared and slapped forward with incredible speed and might.

Pokong, who only had the cultivation level of a peak Martial Sect member, actually burst out with the power of a Half-Step Martial King at this moment. His might should not be underestimated.

however!
The man in black, however, showed disdain and raised his hand with a sinister demonic aura.

"The devil loves all living things!"

Countless palm shadows piled up layer by layer, rushing past like a torrent.

The golden palm collapsed at the first touch, vulnerable to a single blow, and was swept away like a whirlwind.

Pokong's face changed drastically as he felt the terrifying palm force coming towards him, locking him firmly in place.

At this moment, he seemed to see his great-grandmother!
Fortunately, a big hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

Pojie came in a flash, pulled Pokong behind him, and at the same time slapped out with his right hand.

"Vajra Palm!"

An extremely huge golden palm emerged, like a wall, blocking the way in front of Pojie.

Boom boom boom!
The palm shadows from the sky fell on the Vajra Palm, and suddenly there was a loud sound of metal hitting each other, as if thousands of troops were fighting.

The Vajra Palm kept shaking, like a rotten city gate that could not withstand the repeated impact of the battering ram, and spider-web-like cracks soon appeared on its surface.

Kakakka~
Under the critical hits of countless palm shadows, the cracks on the surface of the Vajra Palm expanded rapidly.

finally!
Pong!
The Vajra Palm was completely shattered!
The man's robes fluttered, rustling, and he flew backwards.

"Uncle!"

Pokong was terrified and retreated with Pojie in his arms, plowing a huge gully in the clouds.

Looking from the ground, the sky seemed to have a long crack.

The two of them steadied themselves.

"Hey, what kind of palm technique is this?"

Pojie raised his head, shook his numb right hand, and his face was full of surprise.

Pokong had never seen that kind of palm technique before. It was vast and infinite, powerful and overbearing, and filled with the sense of a martial saint who looked down on the world and was invincible.

However, the cultivation level revealed by the man in black was clearly at the realm of Martial King, and he had not yet reached the supreme realm of Martial Saint where he became one with the heaven and earth.

The King of Martial Arts can only suppress one side, while the Saint of Martial Arts is the entire world.

Pojie couldn't help but reveal a serious expression, smacking his lips and said, "What on earth is going on in this world? How come such a tricky assassin suddenly appeared?"

The man in black said indifferently: "From your tone, it seems that you are in the game world, in control of this world, knowing everything, and there is nothing that can surprise you, right?"

"Sigh~"

Pojie took a breath of cold air, his brows twisted into a knot, and blurted out: "We know each other, right?"

(End of this chapter)