Chapter 464 Competition
“Ha, Masters Huijue and Huikong are playing so mysteriously?”
After listening to Yuan Zhen’s brief explanation, Fu Qingzhou rolled his eyes: "Master Huikong is the strongest person in your temple. Come directly to me and take me away. Wouldn't that be the end of it?"
"Rules are very important." Yuanzhen said softly: " Strictly speaking, Master and Master Huijue are both the first in the temple, so they both want to see you, so they have to consider each other’s face.”
“Face?”
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Fu Qingzhou smiled: "For the sake of face, disciples and disciples from various sects come to rob people? For me, your fellow disciples of Jinchan Temple are fighting against each other, isn't it good?"
"Of course we won't really be fighting against each other." Yuan Zhen said slightly. A smile: "Just now, the poor monk used his seniority to suppress others. Next, I am afraid that no more disciples of the Dharma generation will come. All those who will come will be the disciples of the Yuan generation..."
"So?" Fu Qingzhou blinked: "Do you have to defeat them?"
"Let the poor monk finish his words."
Yuan Zhen gave him a helpless look: "Next, poor monk I can only accompany you, donor, but if someone wants to take you away, it depends on you, the donor, whether you can persuade them to give up.”
Fu Qingzhou's eyes widened: "Isn't it? So irresponsible?"
"The rules..." Yuanzhen clasped his hands together: "In the temple, the rules are very important."
They said while As he spoke, he walked slowly along the tree-lined road. During this process, the pilgrims in the temple gradually left the mountain gate under the guidance of the monks.
When Fu Qingzhou and the two came to the end of the tree-lined path and could vaguely see the temple in front of them, not surprisingly, someone blocked their way.
He was a tall and thin monk, he looked to be in his thirties, and his eyes were so small that they were almost invisible.
"Senior Brother Yuanjie."
Seeing this monk, Yuanzhen put his hands together and bowed slightly: "If you have nothing else to do, please make way for the two of us, thank you."
"Senior Brother Yuanzhen ." The monk named Yuanjie also saluted: "Of course there is something wrong."
Fu Qingzhou couldn't laugh or cry as he listened.
At this time, are you still chatting like this? If we let them continue chatting, I'm afraid they won't start talking about each other.
"Okay, okay."
He interrupted the polite conversation between the two and took a step forward: "You want to take me to see Huijue, right?"
Yuan Jie smiled slightly: "Yes."
"What are you going to do if I don't go?" Fu Qingzhou asked lightly.
At this time, there were not many pilgrims left on the tree-lined path. Most of them had left. Only some pilgrims who had wandered deeper into the temple before were still walking slowly outside under the guidance of the monks.
The monks who had just sent away the pilgrims... were gradually surrounding Fu Qingzhou and the others at this time.
"Amitabha——"
Yuan Jie bowed deeply to Fu Qingzhou: "If the donor doesn't want to go, you don't have to go, but please turn around and leave, and don't go any further."
Fu Qingzhou laughed: "If you can't see Huijue, you can't see Huikong, right?"
Yuan Jie did not respond, but it was clearly his acquiescence.
Fu Qingzhou winked at Yuan Zhen beside him: "What level is he?"
"Senior Brother Yuan Jie is a disciple of Uncle Huijue. He is a strong man in the Eighth Realm and has superb one-handed claw skills."
Yuanzhen said softly: "Donor Fu, you are probably no match for him."
"I didn't say I wanted to fight with him..." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Didn't you say so? The rules in the temple are very important. I think the monks in your temple can't do anything to the guests casually, right?"
"Of course"
Yuan Zhen blinked: "Unless someone breaks into the temple maliciously and has evil intentions, the monks in the temple must treat them with courtesy and not use violence."
"Very good." Fu Qingzhou smiled and turned to Yuan Jie: "Master Yuan Jie, right? You tell me, I shouldn't be someone who breaks into the temple with malicious intent or plots evil, right?"
Yuan Jie was silent for a moment: "...Of course not."
" Then I should be a guest too?" Fu Qingzhou continued to ask: "Yes, if your master wants to invite me over, I must be a guest, right?"
"..." Yuan Jie coughed lightly. road.
Fu Qingzhou laughed: "Then of course you can't be rough with me?"
Yuan Jie put his hands together and bowed again: "Of course, donor Fu is a distinguished guest of our temple, and there is no way that a poor monk can do anything to you. "Rough."
"Very good."
Fu Qingzhou's eyes narrowed with laughter: "Then if you want to stop me from seeing Master Huikong, I should be able to do that. Can you give me some ideas?”
Yuan Jie looked at him deeply: “Donor Fu, what do you think?”
"Let's compete."
Fu Qingzhou said leisurely: "If I win, you let me go; if you win, I will turn around and leave."
"..." Yuan Jie was silent After a few breaths, he asked in a seductive voice: "In the donor's opinion, how should we compete?"
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Whose eyes should we compete with?" Yuan Zhen on the side bulged his cheeks and almost lost his temper. Hold back your laughter.
Yuan Jie tried his best to widen his eyes, which were as small as mung beans: "Amitabha, Master Fu, how can you be so childish?"
"Hahahaha, I was just joking." Fu Qingzhou laughed. Said: "Well, you are the disciple of Master Huijue, and you are a strong person in the Eighth Realm. You must be quite confident in your own practice and realm?"
"I don't dare."
< br>Yuanjie bowed slightly: "The path of practice is endless, and the poor monk is far from confident. But if the donor wants to test his practice, the poor monk is willing to give it a try."
"Ha, then Did you just agree?" Fu Qingzhou smiled.
"Well, Benefactor Fu." Yuan Zhen came close to him and whispered: "I should have made it clear just now? Are you not his opponent?"
Fu Qingzhou ignored him and continued to look at Yuan Jie: "Really, you agree?"
"Yes, the poor monk agrees."
Yuanjie raised his head and said calmly: "If the donor can surpass the poor monk in practice, Then you can move on."
"Okay." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "You are in the eighth realm, and I only have six realms, so I am at a disadvantage, so I can set the rules, okay? ”
Yuan Jie's face changed slightly, and she seemed to have a bad premonition, as if she had stepped into some kind of pit.
But having said this, he could only nod slightly.
"Very good."
Fu Qingzhou blinked and said, "Then let's... compare this."
He pointed to two fist-sized pieces on the side of the road that were similar in size. The stone: "With that stone, you can't breathe with your true energy, you can't move your feet, and you can't borrow external objects. From this distance, who can throw them farther, who can win, what?"
"This..."
Yuan Jie turned around and looked at the two stones about ten feet away.
There is nothing special about these two stones. They are stones that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, and children can pick them up and play with them.
Although you don’t need to use the inner breath of true energy, your feet cannot move, and you cannot borrow any external objects, it is indeed a bit troublesome to knock the stone away from a distance of ten feet...
But it’s not impossible to say that it can’t be done.
Yuan Jie smiled slightly: "Okay, Master Fu, the poor monk agrees to you."
Fu Qingzhou winked: "Then, master, please go first."
"Good."
Yuan Jie responded, took a deep breath, and stomped on the ground!
His feet did not move, and he did not use true energy or inner breath. Everything was just the power of his own body!
The physical strength of an eighth-level warrior is so great. When he stamped his foot, a crack instantly spread from the sole of his foot toward the stone. When it spread to the bottom of the stone, the force immediately caused the stone to fly up.
Not only is this powerful, but the control of the power itself is also extremely subtle!
Of course, the stone was not knocked away, it was just thrown high... but the round ring's action was not over yet.
I saw him snorting softly, and the sleeves of the monk's robe suddenly waved up!
In an instant, a gust of wind roared up - without using the true essence, he actually hit a violent and powerful palm wind!
The sharp palm wind blew away and hit the stone from a distance of about ten feet. The stone flew in the air and was sent away by the palm wind. It immediately rolled and was thrown out, landing several feet away.
“Okay!”
A group of young monks around cheered.
Yuanzhen's eyes also lit up and he couldn't help but said: "Senior brother is so talented. With just subtle control of his muscle power, he can throw a stone so far away. It's really surprising. ..."
Yuan Jie couldn't help but look sultry, and turned to Fu Qingzhou: "You've made a fool of yourself... Next, it's your turn, Donor Fu."
"Okay."
Fu Qingzhou smiled softly, then made a seal with his hands on his chest, pointed at the stone from afar: "Go!"
The next second, in front of everyone In people's astonished eyes, another stone on the side of the road swayed up and floated farther and farther...
"Huh?!"
A young onlooker The monk blurted out: "Dharma, magic?!"
Yuan Zhen laughed dumbly: "Donor Fu... this move is within the rules. His feet did not move, nor did he borrow any external objects. The technique directly invoked the spirit of heaven and earth, and did not involve the so-called inner energy... ..."
While he was speaking, Fu Qingzhou also used magic to control the stone from a distance, flying for a long time, and then fell exactly half an inch past the stone knocked away by the round ring.
"Hehe."
Fu Qingzhou winked at Yuan Jie: "Master, I accept it."
(End of this chapter)