Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 562 More money is needed!
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Ding An opened his eyes, and his face immediately turned from white to red, as if smeared with blood, as if he had transformed.

Strangely enough, the four monks also changed color, their mouths agape and they gasped for breath. Just as they were trembling with fear, they suddenly felt a tightness in their spines, as if something was pressing down on them.

Startled, they tried to turn around, but their limbs were already immobilized. They felt a strange force approaching, enveloping their entire bodies as if a net had suddenly fallen from the sky!

This change was too abrupt!

Even with their profound skills, the four monks were completely powerless in the blink of an eye, their supernatural powers vanished, leaving them utterly defenseless.

That power was formless and intangible, yet it pierced through their minds and surged towards their spirits, suddenly pressing against their foreheads and attempting to penetrate them.

The four monks were either holding their breath and clutching their chests, or gasping for air while rubbing their necks, all showing expressions of extreme pain.

Seeing the four monks in pain and fearing injury, Xu Zhu rushed forward to separate Ding An. Unexpectedly, the moment he touched them, his inner energy was stirred and surged out like a burst dam!
It felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, the deeper he went, the more empty it felt, and his strength had nowhere to go.

Xu Zhu was startled: "Buddha! Am I going to fall to my death?" Just as he was about to pull away, a strange current rushed into his body, and his thousands of pores suddenly opened wide.

Xu Zhu felt a tightness in his chest, as if he were carrying a mountain on his back, and his heart was pounding wildly, as if it didn't belong to him.

Although the young monk had the foundation of the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill," he was no match for Ding'an. At this moment, his whole body was throbbing with pain, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer.

"Master Ding'an, I'm going to burst from bloating!"

Xu Zhu shouted, his fists shot out from his waist, unleashing a torrent of energy as he charged forward!

Ding An slightly raised his thumb, aiming it at the knuckles of his fist.

Xu Zhu had a sudden inspiration; he clasped his left hand together and flicked it downwards, creating a powerful gust of wind like a sword.

As soon as he exerted his strength, Ding'an sensed it, flipped his palm to avoid the finger force, and thrust his elbow forward towards Ding'an's lower abdomen.

Xu Zhu exerted all his strength, feeling nauseous but not quite vomiting, which was a very uncomfortable moment. Seeing Ding An's elbow coming, he quickly threw a straight punch with his right fist. This punch was even more explosive than the previous one, and the surrounding tables and chairs were smashed against the wall as if they were broken and scattered.

Boom!

The two men's hands intertwined, and the entire house shook violently, cracks appeared, and spread rapidly.

Just then, the fist-shaped diagram on the wall suddenly flashed with purple light again, and a strange power appeared. The cracks were suddenly smoothed out as if they had never appeared.

Ding An couldn't help but glance at it, and was immediately captivated by the first move of the fist technique.

The figure depicted in this pose has his right palm raised to the sky, his left palm clasped together in front of his chest, his left leg supporting him on the ground, and his right foot crossed over his left knee. He has a calm smile on his face, and his eyes are gentle and deep, exuding a natural and peaceful aura.

Ding An suddenly felt his blood rush to his head and his mind sway. He was startled and exclaimed, "How can this mural seem to have magic power?" He became anxious and his whole body trembled slightly. His face contorted with rage.

Unaware that this was the work of his inner demons, he even thought the fist-shaped diagram was harmful. He glared at the wall and shouted, "What a demon and monster, daring to harm people?"

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Suddenly, the figure in the painting unleashed incredible magical power, possessing the power to subdue demons and monsters; an unfathomable and wondrous force erupted.

Xu Zhu cried out in surprise, and was sent flying backward with a thud, rolling out of the door like a gourd.

The four monks beside him trembled violently, their faces contorted in agony, knowing they were doomed.

Suddenly, the strange power vanished, leaving only flickering candlelight in the hall.

"Ouch!" The four monks lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Except for Xuancheng and Xuanci, who struggled to sit up, the rest of them stared blankly, slumped back and unable to move, as if reliving a nightmare, with only one thought in their minds: "Is this the divine power of 'Kinnara Fist'?"

I stood there for a moment, feeling my body stiff and numb, with an unbearable pain and itching on my forehead, and my mind was in a daze.

After a long while, the four monks gradually regained consciousness and struggled to get up. Recalling what had just happened, they still felt palpitations.

Seeing that Ding'an looked normal and full of energy, Xuan Ci smiled and said, "Benefactor Ding'an, you have succeeded."

"I did it?"

Ding An froze, licked his lips, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"The first form of the Fist Form Diagram is the source of all laws and the true form of Buddha." Xuan Cheng stood up shakily and put his hands together. "Mortals are driven by desires and find it difficult to see the true nature. Benefactor, your mind is peaceful. Even if you were troubled by inner demons just now, it would have no effect. You have naturally attained the true nature."

Xuan Ci also smiled and said, "Benefactor Ding'an, would you like to take another look at the remaining eleven fist-shaped diagrams?"

Ding An was still a bit dazed. He originally didn't want to learn "Kinnara Fist" because he felt that this thing had a strange aura, as if it were a demon haunting him and making him fall into a ghostly realm.

But as soon as he unleashed that punch, Ding'an felt...
Well, it’s so sweet!

Seeing that he was speechless, Xuan Cheng smiled and pointed to the picture on the wall: "Take a look?"

Ding An scratched his head and chuckled, "Then let's take another look?" With that, he looked up.

Then came the remaining eleven paintings, each with a different expression: some with sorrowful eyes, some with angry glares, some with joyful smiles, and some with extremely ferocious expressions. They were all lifelike and extremely expressive.

Ding An walked straight to the second picture. This one was simpler. The person in the picture had his right palm across his chest and his left palm flicking backward. His robes were bulging, but his face showed a hint of weariness.

He immediately assumed a boxing stance, using the first move as a basis, and carefully studied the movement path of the second move, thinking to himself, "From stillness comes movement, transitioning naturally!" Ding An slowly threw a punch, and then a strange force was released, and a misty heat spread out.

The four monks felt a sharp pain between their eyebrows, as if an electric shock had struck their brains. They quickly covered their faces and retreated two feet away.

Ding An had no intention of killing, but he was surprised by the power of the punch. He quickly dispersed his stance, and the heat dissipated. Then, he saw a fine mist rising in the air, and a peaceful aura soothed his mind.

The four monks were all astonished to see that his energy could be dispersed as easily as his own arms and fingers.

Xuan Nan was shocked and sweating profusely. He dared not approach any further and put his palms together, saying, "Benefactor Ding'an, it is best if you and the Holy Monk study the Divine Fist here alone. We are afraid we will not have the chance."

"Amitabha!" The three monks, Xuancheng, Xuanci, and Xuandu, chanted the Buddha's name and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Ding An suddenly waved and shouted.

Xuan Ci turned around and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with, benefactor?"

"Um..." Ding An swallowed hard, feeling utterly weak and powerless, like a deflated balloon. "I'm so hungry! Get me something to eat!"

Xuan Ci smiled slightly: "It is my fault for not being hospitable enough. I will bring you a vegetarian meal."

"And there's something for me too." The sweeping monk, who had been sitting cross-legged on the futon and had returned to his thin and aged appearance, suddenly spoke up, "Bring a roast chicken and two jars of good wine!"

Xuan Ci was somewhat surprised, but still smiled and nodded: "Okay."
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The moon rises high in the sky, and the clouds disperse over ten thousand mountains.

Amidst the mountains and valleys, the cold wind howls.

A streak of moonlight swept across the night sky and flew away.

Wherever it passed, the moonlight lingered and did not dissipate, leaving a clear, cool trail.

Such an astonishing scene, if seen by ordinary people, would probably make them bow down and worship, and be regarded as a god.

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The moon's shadow swept across a stone slab, then vanished abruptly, revealing a person.

Ren Shaoyang dusted off his white robe, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, and said loudly, "I have long heard of the great name of Daoist Xiaoyaozi, but his immortal traces are hard to find. I regret that I have missed the chance to meet him."

Then a man laughed and said, "Sword God Ren, don't flatter me too much. I have accomplished nothing and am not worthy of such praise." He turned his head and looked at the white-robed man. Seeing his smiling face and his tall and handsome figure, he couldn't help but sigh, "With your demeanor, I wonder how many good girls are heartbroken for you."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Senior, what you say makes no sense. I have always maintained a clean and upright character."

The man replied, "Are you a virgin?"

Ren Shaoyang's smile remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil as he tilted his head to look at him.

The man said, "Boundless beauty is also the Way. Ren Jianshen can be considered half a true immortal, but what he lacks is the suffering of the mortal world."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow slightly and stepped forward.

Under the moonlight, one could see that the man was playing chess. The chessboard he was using was a huge stone block with a smooth surface, engraved with lines and grids. There were no black or white pieces on the board; the pieces were all drawn with his fingers.

This man wore a moon-white robe, appeared to be over forty years old, and had a long beard with five tufts on his chin, exuding a very dashing air. However, his cheeks were thin, and he still seemed weary.

His face was as white as jade, and his eyes shone like twin stars. Looking at him, he was truly like Pan An reborn, making people extremely captivated.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "No wonder you are fond of worldly affairs, senior. With your looks, which woman could resist you?"

Xiaoyaozi stared intently at the chessboard and sighed, "People only see my beauty, but who knows my true feelings?"

Ren Shaoyang said "Oh" and then asked, "Senior, do you need something from me?"

Xiaoyaozi finally raised his head, a slight smile appearing on his face: "Yes."

Ren Shaoyang said, "You just met me and you're already talking about love and romance. Is what you're after related to women?"

Xiaoyaozi gestured with his hand, nodded with a smile, and looked delighted.

Ren Shaoyang lazily sat down opposite him and went straight to the point: "What is it?"

"I want to ask you to save my little apprentice, who is also my most beloved person." Xiaoyaozi poked at the chessboard, making a depression inward, which was counted as a black piece.

"Wow, you guys from the Free and Unfettered Sect really know how to have fun."

Ren Shaoyang made a sarcastic remark, and as his fingertip touched the stone, a round, protruding piece appeared on the rock, which was considered a white piece.

The man in the white robe looked up at him and smiled, "And the benefits?"

Xiaoyaozi made another move and casually said, "The Instant Teleportation Technique and the Jade Linglong are both yours, how about it?"

“Not enough.” Ren Shaoyang placed his pieces quickly and casually, “We need to add more money.”

(End of this chapter)