Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 394 He wants to give Jingyuan an initiation! (Happy New Year)
Double dragon elephant!
This is already the strength of a mountain.

"As expected of a Golden Body Arhat, only a body of this kind can bear the power of the Twin Dragon Elephants..."

The Confucian cultivator who spoke had a complicated expression.

Most Confucian and Taoist practitioners are physically weak, so even if they have strong Haoran power, they cannot fully exert it.

It is for this reason that Confucianism and Taoism have other means of cultivation.

Haoran Academy is a place for studying and practicing swordsmanship, combining swordsmanship with Confucianism and Taoism.

"That's Xun Lin from Haoran Academy over there, right? Judging from his expression, he's also a top figure among the younger generation. I'm afraid he wouldn't dare to face the Golden Body Arhat Jingyuan head-on, right?"

"Forget Xun Lin. Even Zuo Lingxiao and Qianying Moji wouldn't dare to face Jingyuan, who is accompanied by the Eighteen Arhats and a thousand armored monks."

On a hill not far away, several practitioners with extraordinary bearings were whispering.

Zuo Lingxiao is the number one young man in Qingyun Immortal Sect.

Qianying Demon Princess is the adopted daughter of the leader of the Nether Demon Sect, and her cultivation is the best among the younger generation of the Demon Sect.

"It all depends on what Zhang Juzheng decides. If we fight, I'm afraid..."

On the hill, someone spoke with a complicated expression.

The Master supported Confucianism and Taoism in Qingtianzhou for hundreds of years and is considered a legendary figure.

Will such a person fall like a big star today, and will the Confucianism and Taoism in Qingtianzhou no longer have freedom?
As Master Jingyuan's voice fell, many eyes fell on Zhang Yuan.

Xun Lin gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and wanted to take a step forward, but Zhang Yuan raised his hand to stop him.

Zhang Yuan put his hands behind his back, looked at Jingyuan in front of him with a calm expression, and took slow steps.

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away?"

"If I, Zhang Juzheng, lay down my butcher knife, I wonder if the thirteen people of the Guo family in Jinyi Lane, Yuning City, would agree?"

Zhang Yuan walked forward with ease, feeling the breeze and the clouds were light.

But in everyone's eyes, Zhang Yuan's figure looked like mountains and rivers.

Is this the general trend?
It is rumored that the martial arts on Yongtianzhou cultivate great power, and when that great power is condensed, it can be as vast as the sky falling.

Zhang Juzheng practiced both Confucianism and martial arts. Has his martial arts reached the legendary level of being able to carry great power?
"If I, Zhang Juzheng, lay down my butcher knife, would Instructor Su Ming, who has studied in Yuning City for eighty-two years just for the sake of a righteous spirit, agree?"

There seemed to be faint shadows gathering around Zhang Yuan.

These phantoms seem to be Confucian and Taoist practitioners wearing Confucian robes.

"Why does this seem like the great wish of Buddhism..."

"Confucianism and Taoism also have such methods, using the power of the Great Dao to sharpen the mind. He, he is treating this trip as a kind of spiritual practice?"

Everyone stared at Zhang Yuan, their expressions changing.

The strong men from all sides felt that Zhang Yuan wanted to enter the land of immortals and demons in order to stir up a great trend in Qingtian Continent, and that the Master was behind it.

Zhang Juzheng is just a pawn.

However, from what we saw today, it seemed that this Ink-stained Blue Sky Zhang Juzheng was actually using the oath he swore in Yuning City as a tempering force to break the catastrophe and transform?
"I, Zhang Juzheng, have laid down my butcher knife today. Seventeen young men from Yuning Academy, who have only been enrolled for three years and haven't even condensed their righteous aura, will they agree—"

Zhang Yuan's voice suddenly rose, like thunder!

The sound echoed in the mountains and seemed to be the sound of the great way between heaven and earth!

Zhang Yuan stopped three feet in front of Jingyuan, then turned sideways and bowed to the empty space on both sides.

"Today, Zhang Juzheng upholds his righteousness and the noble spirit in his heart to seek justice for the people and scholars who died unjustly in Yuning City."

"If Leiyin Temple doesn't give Yuning City an explanation, Zhang Juzheng will attack Leiyin Temple today and let the blood flow into the river—"

Killing people in Leiyin Zen Temple and turning it into a river of blood?
How dare he say such a thing...

Outside the mountain gate, everyone was staring at Zhang Yuan in shock.

Xun Lin felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and his fingers gripping the hilt of the sword turned white from the force.

"Arrogant——"

Jingyuan shouted loudly, took a step forward, and punched Zhang Yuan in the chest.

This punch carried the power of two dragon elephants, stirring up the wind and clouds of heaven and earth, and instantly transformed into the shadows of two green mountains, crashing towards Zhang Yuan.

The power of the two mountains converges, like a dragon and an elephant moving mountains!
This is the gate of Leiyin Zen Temple. Here are thousands of armored monks and soldiers, and here are the Eighteen Vajras lined up in formation.

Even Dongxuan didn't dare to face the power of Jingyuan's punch!
At this moment, almost everyone held their breath.

How to take a punch like this?
Zhang Yuan, who was standing in the original place, did not take Jingyuan's punch. Instead, he clenched his fists, took half a step forward, and lowered his waist.

Hold one fist at your waist and the other fist at your shoulder.

"drink--"

With a low shout, Zhang Yuan lunged forward and slammed his right fist into the bluestone ground in front of him. He wasn't trying to take Jingyuan's punch, nor was he trying to dodge it.

He punched the ground directly.

"boom--"

When Zhang Yuan's fist hit the ground, a sound like thunder could be heard hundreds of miles away.

What a punch!
With Zhang Yuan's fist as the center, the space within a hundred feet in radius spread out like waves.

Within a radius of a hundred feet, the thousand golden armors, the eighteen Arhats, and Jingyuan in front of him were all like branches and leaves blown by the strong wind, and flew backwards.

Mountains and rivers, move!

Zhang Yuan's boxing style is based on the Mountain Boxing Style, which integrates dozens of martial arts techniques and derives them into his own style.

The mountains and rivers are moving.

With just one punch, the mountains and rivers shook.

"Bam—"

Jingyuan flew backwards ten feet and crashed into the white jade mountain gate, smashing the jade door pillars that were as big as a man's embrace.

The mountain gate with four golden characters "Leiyin Zen Temple" engraved on it collapsed.

The thousand or so golden-armored monks fell to the ground with their armor torn into pieces, spitting blood from their mouths, their bodies and bones shattered into pieces.

The Eighteen Arhats fell to the ground ten feet away, their clothes and armor shattered, and even the bronze sticks in their hands were bent.

Their faces were pale and their bodies were trembling.

Zhang Yuan's earth-shattering blow had already damaged their meridians. If they didn't heal quickly, they would be in danger of dying.

Outside the Broken Mountain Gate, everyone stared at this scene in amazement, watching Zhang Yuan slowly stand up.

What a punch!
How could there be such a domineering punch in this world!
"How is it possible, how is it possible..."

Monk Jingyuan, who crawled out from among the rocks, had most of his clothes torn and the rosary beads around his neck broken.

He murmured something, looked up at Zhang Yuan, his eyes red.

He took a step forward, and the golden light around him transformed into the shadow of a Buddha.

Golden body Dharma image!

This move was extremely fast, and in just a moment he punched Zhang Yuan in the chest as he stood up.

"Bam—"

A punch shone with golden light and hit Zhang Yuan's chest, causing everyone watching to exclaim in surprise.

However, despite this attack that condensed his golden body, Zhang Yuan's feet did not move at all.

Jingyuan's face was dull as she slowly raised her head to look at Zhang Yuan.

"That's not how you cultivate a golden body."

Zhang Yuan's palm slowly reached out and placed it on Jingyuan's head.

The golden Buddhist energy on Jingyuan's body dissipated, and his Buddhist cultivation was actually broken by Zhang Yuan's attack!
"You dare——"

"stop--"

Several exclamations were heard, and several figures rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

A folding fan appeared in the palm of Zhang Yuan's left hand, which was originally drooping. He raised his hand and grasped the folding fan, and the space within a radius of ten feet seemed to be frozen.

The seven or eight figures were stopped ten feet away and could not move forward an inch.

Zhang Yuan pressed his palm on Jingyuan's head, eliminating all the evil spirits and true energy in Jingyuan.

Jingyuan's face was full of pain, his legs could not support his body, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

At this moment, the extremely powerful Buddhist power suddenly exploded on Zhang Yuan's palm.

"he--"

"he--"

"He wants to give Jingyuan an initiation!"

Not only did he dissipate Jingyuan's cultivation, but he also wanted to give Jingyuan a Buddhist initiation?
Everyone watched as the Buddha's energy in Jingyuan's body gathered again, from the beginning of the true energy to the floating evil energy.

The shadow of a golden-armored Vajra King appeared behind him.

Seal of the Ming King.

"Hinayana Buddhism, the methods of the Mingwang, Zhang Juzheng, is he going to dig up the roots of Leiyin Zen Temple..."

(End of this chapter)