The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 317: The Seven Sufferings of Buddhism, one after another

Crane clan, middle of the cliff.

The man and his two companions turned around following the sound.

At some point, two monks appeared behind them.

A man with a dignified appearance, wearing a yellow silk monk's robe and holding a jade stick in his hand.

A man with a handsome face, wearing a blue silk monk's robe and holding a double-ring staff in his hand.

The man who was punching a hole in the cliff looked at his companion who was handing him a short leather bag.

"Why are you looking at me? You are responsible for digging the hole, and I am responsible for delivering the bag.

Of course, let him deal with these two people."

He Cheng slapped away his companion's hand on his shoulder and turned to face the two monks.

He sighed and scratched his head:
“It’s almost done, why do you have to cause trouble now?

Hey, are you two going together? Or alone?"

The monk in yellow silk frowned and pointed the stick at He Cheng.

"Be careful not to embarrass yourself by being so arrogant."

Swish!
He Cheng's figure flashed and he was already in front of the monk in yellow silk.

Before the monk in yellow silk could react, the jade stick in his hand had been grabbed by He Cheng.

Boom!
Looking at his companion being kicked away, the blue silk monk suddenly hit He Cheng on the forehead with his staff.

He Cheng snatched the jade stick and held the stick head upwards.

Bang!
The moment the stick blocked the staff, the monk in blue silk was kicked away by He Cheng.

Whoa!

The blue silk monk stood up from the broken wooden house that he had knocked down, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to catch his companion.

puff!
The monk in yellow silk vomited blood and slowly stood up, leaning on his staff.

"This guy is different from those Taoists in the square."

He stared at the laughing monk in blue silk and nodded.

“He’s very strong.”

Seeing the two men getting up from the broken wooden house, He Cheng used his body as a bow and his arm as a string to shoot out the jade stick.

boom! ! !
With a thunderous sound, the jade stick hit the staff held horizontally by the yellow silk monk.

Click!

The monk in yellow silk had blood flowing from his knuckles, his staff was broken, and the jade stick was stabbed into his chest.

The blue silk monk who had pressed his palms against his back had his arms broken, broken bones piercing his flesh.

puff!

The jade stick that pierced through the yellow silk monk pierced into the right shoulder of the blue silk monk.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his arms and right shoulder, and instead of retreating, he moved forward and used his left shoulder to support his companion's back.

Even though the blue silk monk tried his best, he still couldn't resist the power of the jade stick and could only retreat with his companions.

Just as the two were about to step into the gap between the wooden houses and fall to the bottom of the cliff, a hand quietly appeared.

Bang!
The jade stick flew backwards and He Cheng suddenly turned his head.

He touched the bloody wound on his left cheek, turned his head to look at the jade stick behind him that was completely embedded in the cliff, and then shifted his gaze back to the front.

A yellow-robed monk with pale skin, bright eyes and white teeth slowly helped the two injured monks to sit on the floor.

"Sorry to trouble you."

The blue-silk monk looked apologetic.

The yellow-robed monk shook his head:

"We are all companions, and this is what I should do."

After he finished speaking, he gently brushed the wounds of the two monks with his left hand.

In the blink of an eye, the bleeding from their wounds stopped and the broken bones in the blue silk monk's arms returned to their original positions.

"That's all I can do. After I finish dealing with them, I'll bandage you properly."

He Cheng frowned when he saw this scene:

"Have you finished burying it? Come down quickly if you have.

This person is a bit troublesome.”

The man who had punched the hole with his fist took the large bag containing the rectangular leather bag from his companion.

“You two be careful, there are four left.

After these four are buried, I will take action directly.

By then, even if you can’t escape, it has nothing to do with me.”

"Okay, now that we have come to this, all of us are ready to die.

I just hope that after the trial, the results won’t be too bad.”

Snapped!
He Cheng glanced at his companion who had landed beside him, then looked up at his companion who was still digging the hole.

"How many are left?"

"Four."

"Then we have to fight quickly and decisively. Be careful, the aura of this bald donkey is different from those two." While He Cheng was talking to his companions, the yellow-robed monk slowly walked towards the two of them.

He clasped his hands together and smiled:

"Amitabha, I am not in pain, may I know your names?"

"He Cheng."

"The Crane Returns."

Hearing the name Butong, He Gui frowned. He seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

Having lived in this world for too long, Daqian's memory has become a little fuzzy.

After thinking about it, He Gui finally remembered about not feeling any pain.

He Cheng realized something was wrong when he heard his companion's breathing become disordered.

"what happened?"

"Damn it! He is the most miserable of Xiao Qi."

"Xiao Qi is bitter?"

“There are seven Buddhas of suffering in Buddhism. The seven of them have fought against the immortals of various sects and were evenly matched.

Among their disciples, the seven most outstanding ones were called the Little Seven Bitterness by the Immortal Sect. "

He Cheng had never heard of the Seven Suffering Buddhas, but he had heard of the immortal lords of various sects.

The immortal who is the most outstanding among all the immortals in the sects, the immortal of Dousi Wuji Temple, is also recognized as the strongest immortal in Taoism and Buddhism.

Anyone who has anything to do with him must be strong.

The thought flashed through his mind and He Cheng took a step forward.

"I'll try him first, and you can act accordingly."

Bang!
He Cheng stepped on the ground and rushed towards Bu Tong. Bu Tong no longer moved forward and stood still, covering his mouth and coughing.

"Cough cough cough."

He Cheng, who was running, suddenly stopped and looked down in surprise.

"what happened?"

"I, I, I actually got a cramp?!"

He Cheng, whose legs were cramping, was puzzled.

His physique surpassed that of most of the iron-level warriors among the Crane Clan.

Even though he possessed such great strength, he actually got cramps.

He Cheng stepped hard on the ground, trying to relieve the pain.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen and couldn't help vomiting foul language.

Looking at He Cheng who was half-kneeling and vomiting, He Gui felt a little flustered.

This must have been done by Bu Tong, but how did he do it? Did he rely on the power of his mind?

Thinking of this, He Gui took a deep breath, condensed his mental power into a flying sword, controlled it, and flew towards Bu Tong who was coughing continuously.

The coughing became louder and more intense.

puff!
As he coughed up a mouthful of blood without pain, He Gui, who was controlling the flying sword, suddenly sneezed.

Sneez!Sneez!Snee!

The continuous sneezing made He Gui cry and sneeze.

He wanted to use the power of his mind to restrain his body, but he couldn't.

The invisible flying sword passed by Bu Tong.

He Gui was so dizzy from sneezing that he didn't even have time to speak.

The same was true for He Cheng. He had vomited out all the food he had eaten recently, but the vomiting never stopped.

Seeing that the two had lost their ability to move, he continued to move forward without any pain from coughing.

He walked up to He Cheng and gently slapped him.

The back of He Cheng's head was sunken, and he fell into the filth, lifeless.

He Gui, whose vision was blurred by tears, discovered that someone was touching his outward mental power.

He sneezed and tried to step back, but his legs suddenly stiffened and he got a cramp.

boom! ! !
He Gui, regardless of everything, exploded his mental strength.

It didn't hurt. He covered his coughing mouth with his left hand and grabbed the sweeping mental power with his right hand.

Snapped! ! !
After a crisp sound, He Gui, bleeding from all seven orifices, fell to the ground with his face up.

"Ahem, one person is still missing."

Bu Tong raised his head and looked at the man on the cliff.

The man happened to have completed his task and was looking down at the situation.

Noticing Bu Tong's gaze, he also saw the body of his companion.

He sighed and punched the cliff with his right fist.

hum! ! !
The cliffs trembled, and the strips of leather in dozens of holes burst into dazzling flashes due to the compression.

(End of this chapter)