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Chapter 152: Evil Dragon Three Styles: Drunken Dragon Spits Pearls

The gray monk's robe was washed so much that it looked bleached, and the few sparse long beards were already completely white.

His face was covered with wrinkles, his back was hunched, and his voice was old and slightly hoarse.

It doesn't look like he has any martial arts skills at all.

However, no one dared to underestimate the dead leaf just now.

"I'm just a lay disciple, not a monk." Hong Chen said calmly.

Seeing the Sweeping Monk again, Hong Chen felt the same as before.

Floating and uncertain, as if it exists and not there.

If you didn't stare at him, you would hardly notice that there was someone standing there.

Of course, unlike before, he no longer makes Hong Chen feel untouchable and unattainable.

No metaphor is needed, just one sentence, two words——

Can kill!

This is enough.

The old monk walked forward slowly, and many Shaolin monks made way for him.

The people below were talking about it.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it."

"I have never seen him in Shaolin either."

The old monk came in front of Hong Chen and stood about ten feet away.

"You have a connection with Buddhism, but you also have a grudge against it. The grudges and entanglements are the cause. Becoming a monk is the result."

Hong Chen tilted his head slightly, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "If you say it is a cause, it is a cause. If you say it is a result, it is a result. Do you think you are Tathagata?"

The old monk remained calm and said calmly: "You have always been a tyrant in the martial arts world, and today in Shaolin you showed your tyranny. I am just treating you the way you treat me."

"Well said. For a moment, I felt like I was the villain." Hong Chen pointed at Xuan Ci without even turning his head. "You want to save him?"

“No.” The old monk shook his head. “I came to Shaolin more than 40 years ago and worked as a sweeping monk in the Sutra Library. I am still a Shaolin monk anyway. He is the abbot. Since he made a mistake, I think he should be punished according to the Shaolin precepts. This is what I have done.”

"Being obsessed with cause and effect, is this your practice?"

"It's not about obsession, but about practice and following the will of heaven and people. You are a Shaolin monk, and today in front of all the heroes, you have damaged the reputation of Shaolin. I know that the cause is the abbot, and this is the evil consequence that he must pay for."

Hong Chen smiled and continued, "He used the Great Rejuvenation Pill to induce Xu Chongxiao to betray the Beggars' Sect and take away my Drunken Red Dust. He did not hesitate to expose Xiao Feng's identity again to make him restless and even wanted to be hunted down by everyone. He also colluded with Murong Bo again regardless of what happened in the past, and persuaded Qingliang Temple and other sects to ambush and kill me in Xixia as the abbot. What consequences will I have for these actions?"

When the crowd heard this, they became agitated again.

The turmoil in the Beggars' Sect and the ambush in Western Xia were all major events, but unexpectedly they were all caused by the Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci.

Looking at his dead wife and son beside him, his life full of betrayal and subversion was bound to bring shame to the entire Shaolin Temple.

The old monk remained calm in the face of Hong Chen's questioning.

"Amitabha! Xu Chongxiao, Murong Bo, Master Shenshan and others have died at your hands, and Qingliang Temple has also been destroyed. Now Xuanci will inevitably face death as punishment. The cause and effect have been settled."

"Ah!"

Hong Chen chuckled and shook his head.

"I don't know your name, so I'll just call you the Great Monk. This matter of grudges is not a business matter, and we can't calculate it. So it's not that his death will settle the matter, but it will only be over when I feel it's enough."

"What about your gratitude to Shaolin?" asked the old monk.

Hong Chen did not hesitate and immediately said: "If I were not a lay disciple of Shaolin, do you think I would have already led people to destroy Shaolin?"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Whether you can do it or not are two different things.

At least they wouldn't doubt the latter.

"Amitabha! You have practiced in Shaolin for decades, and you always say amazing things. You have a deep wisdom and are well versed in Zen principles. I occasionally hear a few words from you and can't help but understand something. But why have you come to this point today?" The old monk looked at Hong Chen, his eyes full of confusion.

"That only proves that you never saw the real me back then. I have seen you in and outside the Sutra Library a long time ago, but the other monks seemed to have never noticed your existence, so I had no choice but to turn a blind eye. Back then, I felt that there must be a dispute between you and me, and now it seems to be true."

The old monk paused and shook his head gently: "As the saying goes, all sentient beings are sinners, and all living beings are suffering. Xuanci is already doomed to die, so why are you so reluctant to let him go?"

"Then why didn't you show up in time to stop me when he said I was rebelling?" Hong Chen took a deep breath and said, "I know what you mean, and you also know what I mean. There is no way for you and I to convince each other, and I am not interested in arguing with you now. If you want to stop me, then let's fight, and whoever wins will be the boss. Okay?"

"I am here to persuade people, not to beat them."

Hong Chen said without hesitation: "So was it the dog who did it just now?"

Everyone was stunned and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

The old monk's defense was not broken, he just shook his head helplessly.

Hong Chen ignored him, turned around and took the broken sword that was inserted into the stone slab. With a flick of his finger, the blade immediately pierced into Xuan Ci's forehead.

A generation of Shaolin abbot died at this moment.

Upon seeing this, several monks with the surname Xuan above all closed their eyes sadly, chanting Buddhist scriptures that were difficult to hear clearly.

If Xuan Ku hadn't come, he had long been afraid that he would not be able to bear such a scene. Whether he spoke or not, it would be a torture for him.

"Jiumozhi, have you decided where to bury him?" Hong Chen turned around and asked.

Jiumozhi's face darkened slightly, and he said, "Your Excellency's words are too arrogant."

Hong Chen laughed when he heard this: "It seems that you have made great progress this year. You dare to talk to me like this."

"Hong Chen! You killed the Shaolin abbot today just because he exposed your ambition to rebel! Shaolin has trained you for decades, and now you have stained the temple with blood in front of the main hall. For a heartless and ungrateful person like you, I will definitely eliminate the devil for the world today!" Jiumozhi's face was flushed and his words were righteous.

Hong Chen hooked his finger: "Don't just talk, come on."

Jiumozhi's face twitched, and he immediately raised his hands and chopped down with all his strength.

"Flame Knife!"

In an instant, his vast inner energy rose into the air and condensed into the shape of a knife, with flames attached to it, and the surrounding air suddenly heated up.

This huge flaming sword is more than ten feet long, far exceeding forty meters.

The blade chopped down fiercely, and the strong breath blew the people nearby back one after another.

Facing Jiumozhi's unique skills, Hong Chen clasped his hands together, turned them, and then lifted them up into the air. Immediately, another flaming sword rose up.

"Burning Wood Sword Technique, please teach me."

Not only Jiumozhi, but all the onlookers except the Sweeping Monk were shocked.

After all, this was probably the first time in their lives that they had seen a flaming sword that was over a hundred meters long.

The two swords collided, and Jiumozhi's sword shattered at the touch. He immediately leaped to the side and used the lazy donkey rolling skill to dodge again.

however.

After that, everyone did not see the shocking scene of the sword chopping down the Mahavira Hall. Although the Qi sword continued to fall after smashing Jiumozhi's flame sword, it dissipated like light smoke and mist after touching the ground.

"Make it as easy as pie?!" Jiumozhi was horrified.

"It's in control, stupid."

Hong Chen criticized and suddenly took a step forward.

Jiumozhi shouted loudly, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and fully stimulated his internal strength, which had increased by at least three times compared to a year ago, and a layer of jade-like light rose from his body surface.

Hong Chen pushed forward with one palm.

The air was torn and exploded, with a rumbling sound.

The internal force condensed and took shape, and a purple dragon was born.

The purple dragon is the same as before, with details such as the dragon horns, dragon whiskers, dragon mane, and dragon scales still lifelike. However, compared to the past, the purple dragon in front of him is obviously more agile, and his majestic dragon eyes, like those cast in gold, have the same gleam and spirit as Hong Chen.

hold head high! ! !
In an instant.

Jiumozhi was immediately blown away by the sound of the dragon's roar, crashed open the door of the main hall, smashed the offerings on the Buddhist table, and fell into the arms of the Buddha.

Boom! ! !
A dull sound spread immediately, causing a long ringing in one's ears.

Jiumozhi tumbled down from the Buddha's arms, and the Buddhist table could not support itself and broke into pieces.

In the chaos, he fell face down on the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

Hong Chen stretched out his arm and pulled him into his palm, and the Beiming Divine Art began to devour his internal energy.

"He taught you the Yi Jin Jing, which was said to be never passed on to outsiders, and this is how you ended up practicing it?"

Jiumozhi's eyes bulged, full of disbelief: "You... you were clearly not this strong back then!"

"You are making progress, so I should stay and wait for you?"

"Puff... cough cough, you... you didn't defeat me with your true energy, your strength..."

Hong Chen smiled faintly: "I was just trying out my skills, but I didn't expect to kill you. I'm really sorry."

Jiumozhi was unwilling to give in, but his vitality was rapidly dissipating along with his internal energy.

Everyone was so frightened that they dared not move.

Soon, Jiumozhi's internal energy was completely sucked away by him, and the famous Mahalakshatra died.

Before this, Hong Chen's total internal strength was two hundred and seventy years, of which eighty years were from self-cultivation, one hundred and twenty years came from Li Qiushui, and seventy years came from Wuyazi.

Jiumozhi did not absorb internal energy as much as Murong Bo, so he only had 180 years of internal energy in his body, but all of this internal energy had been completely assimilated by him and he could use it as easily as using one's own arm.

When the two are combined, the total amount of internal force exceeds four hundred and fifty years, a full seven and a half decades!
Even so, Hong Chen can still absorb nearly eighty years of internal energy.

This is the change brought about by the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.

When practicing the Dragon-Elephant Prajnaparamita Skill to the highest level, one can gain the power of a dragon and an elephant.

There are thirteen levels, and the time required to practice each level increases exponentially. The changes it brings to the body also increase the capacity of internal force exponentially.

First level, add one year.

Second level, add two years.

The third level, add four years.

So double it.

At the ninth level where Hong Chen is now, his internal strength can be increased by another 256 years on the original basis.

If one reaches the thirteenth level, one can gather 4,092 years of internal strength in one body. If one really reaches this level, even if one does not cultivate immortality, it will surely be enough to pin some immortality cultivators to the ground and rub them hard.

Unfortunately, from ancient times to the present, no one has ever cultivated it to the highest level.

The tenth floor seems to be the limit of the human world.

Hong Chen is only left with a thin layer of film away from this limit.

Today, he is going to break his limits!

Turn your head, bring your palms together, and place your wrists together.

The hands are like dragon heads, and the ten fingers are curled inward like dragon teeth.

The mighty Bei Ming Qi, which had exceeded seven generations, erupted at the same time, and the extremely strong invisible pressure suddenly spread.

The crowd retreated one after another, and some weak people fell down or even fainted on the spot.

Hong Chen stood in place, becoming a dragon head. His hands opened like a dragon's mouth. A rapidly spinning purple pill in his mouth was unceremoniously drawing out his internal energy.

Suddenly, a large mass of dark clouds appeared in the originally cloudless sky, and there seemed to be a faint rumbling sound.

In a moment, the purple pill grew to the size of a basketball, glowing brightly and emitting a terrifying aura.

The surrounding air fluctuated violently, and the light was distorted as well.

The old monk who was facing the dragon head felt a strong threat from the first moment. His body seemed to be restrained by invisible chains and he could hardly move at all.

Before he could think, the evil dragon in front of him spit out a huge purple bead.

He could not dodge or avoid the power that seemed to be able to destroy the world.

The two withered palms suddenly raised up.

The majestic true energy that had been completely hidden deep within the body suddenly burst out, causing a bronze bell in the distance to ring loudly.

The purple bead hung in front of him and could not move forward an inch.

The sweeping monk's grey robe fluttered behind him, his white beard danced wildly, his eyes were narrowed, his facial features were tense, and he did not look relaxed.

"It is rumored that the evil dragon has extraordinary comprehension and has created two unique martial arts. One is "Vengeance" and the other is "Ride the Dragon and Ride the Wind". Both are the highest martial arts paradigms of the time. I guess this is another brand new one?"

Hong Chen stood still, towering like a mountain, and said, "You have good vision. From what you heard, this can probably be called the Third Style of the Evil Dragon: Drunken Dragon Spits Pearls!"

Although Murong Bo had long been defeated and had no descendants, his outburst before his death still gave Hong Chen a lot of inspiration.

The strong body forged with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra reversed all the whirlpools of the Beiming Divine Art that filled the acupoints and dantian, allowing the internal force in the body to be drawn out at a faster rate, balancing the true energy with the Tai Chi method, controlling the shape of the dragon and riding the wind, and gathering it into a pearl.

Murong Bo's method was more crude, while Hong Chen's was the refined final version after many revisions.

Hong Chen pressed his hands together, and the power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants pushed the purple bead forward.

The bluestone under the Sweeping Monk's feet shattered and he took a half step back.

At the same time, a hurricane suddenly arose, striking relentlessly in all directions.

The crowd fell down like rice, finding it difficult to stay standing.

The violent winds that continuously overflowed from the rotating purple beads were sometimes as hot as fire and sometimes as cold as ice.

Everyone was lying on the ground in all directions, enduring the pain and squinting their eyes, not wanting to miss this amazing battle. Based on their positions, the perspectives are as follows:
With Zizhu as the center dividing point, the Sweeping Monk is on the left and Hong Chen is on the right.

Hong Chen: I will definitely win! Even a pig can’t lose!
Dana:? ? ?
(End of this chapter)