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

Chapter 565 He's your father!
“I can sense Ding’an heading this way.” Hongxiu chuckled. “That blockhead, he knows what surprises he’s going to bring us.”

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "With the three villains combined, we have nothing to fear."

Azi wiped away her tears, cleared her throat, and slowly asked, "Young Master, how far is Brother Ding'an from us?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "I don't know, but we can sense it." As he spoke, he took a plate of mutton slices, poured them into her bowl, and said with a smile, "Eat up."

Holding the bowl, Azi's eyes suddenly reddened, and she stammered, "So much! I...I can't eat it all. Give some to Sister Hongxiu."

Ren Shaoyang asked in surprise, "She stole your meat, aren't you angry?"

Azi blushed and shook her head.

Hongxiu snorted coldly: "Just eat yours, don't stuff yourself to death!"

Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, "Little beggar, do you know where Brother Donkey is?"

Amid the boss's surprised expression, Hongxiu picked up another bowl, swung her chopsticks wildly, and casually pointed to the distant mountains when she had a spare moment.

Ren Shaoyang asked, "In the mountains?"

Hongxiu put down her bowl, patted her belly, and burped, "It's not far."

Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "That's true. The Eight Friends of Hangu Pass are terrible at martial arts, but they are proficient in all kinds of skills. Gun Gun is the most intelligent and likes novel things. It is very possible that he will be attracted by them and stay here."

Hongxiu asked, "When will that damned 'Kinnara King' arrive?"

"When I saved Li Canghai."

I don't think so.

"Hmm." Ren Shaoyang silently took a sip of soup, muttering to himself.

Hongxiu's worries were justified; perhaps this guy had arrived long ago and was secretly observing us.

After all, a demon god who could force Huangfu Ji, who had mastered the "Hun Tian Bao Jian," to retreat was no fool.

Ah Zi tilted her head and interjected, "Will He send his men down?"

"Isn't that sending your men to their deaths?" Hongxiu said irritably. "We're talking seriously, don't interrupt!"

"I...I'm one of us too," Azi whispered.

"If a fight really breaks out, run as far away as you can. After all, you've never seen much of the world. What if you get killed by the aftershocks?" Hongxiu said coldly. "Don't blame me for not warning you."

"I've never seen much of the world." Azi didn't care and continued eating the meat, chewing it with great relish. "But Young Master can't just ignore me."

Hongxiu, seeing this, was furious and shouted, "Give me some to eat!"

Azi held the bowl with both hands, her cheeks bulging from being stuffed with meat, and mumbled, "Didn't you say you weren't going to eat anymore?"

Hongxiu sneered, "You dare believe me?" She reached out and pulled meat out of her mouth, "You're blind!"

Ah Zi had never seen anything like this before. She was so frightened that she waved her hands wildly and cried out, "Young master, young master, save me!"

Ren Shaoyang silently turned around, muttering to himself, "When children are at odds, it's mostly because the parents are immoral."
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Ren Shaoyang was traveling with his two younger sisters, but the situation in Ding'an was quite different.

Both he and Xuzhu were big eaters. Although Xuanci had prepared a lot of dry food for them, they finished it all before even leaving the Central Plains.

Ding'an was planning to have a feast, but Xuzhu absolutely refused to break his vows.

So he had to beg for alms to make a living. Fortunately, Xu Zhu was ugly and cute, and he could get a lot of food every time.

Ding'an is in big trouble!
When he was too hungry to sleep at night, he would eat some wild fruit. Sometimes, when there was no wild fruit left, he would gnaw on grass and eat tree leaves.

After walking like this for several days, he was so disgusted by the food that his face turned green, and he could only taste the fishy smell of grass in his mouth.

Having finally arrived in Jiangxi from Sichuan, Ding'an was impatient and quickly found an inn to sit down. He ordered food and a bushel of wine, but after only taking a sip, he noticed the little monk staring intently at him.

Ding'an habitually clutched the wine jug: "Mine!"

Xu Zhu clasped his hands together and said, "Master Ding'an, shouldn't you give up drinking?"

"Why would I quit drinking?" Ding'an was completely baffled.

"You have acquired the ultimate skills of our Shaolin Temple. Even Abbot Xuanci says you are the 'Buddha's disciple' of this era."

Ding An's face flushed red, and he angrily retorted, "Shut up! I'm not a bald monk!"

Xu Zhu exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you saying that about yourself?"

"Pah! Pah!" Ding An spat twice and stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth. "Shut up, you little bald monk!"

The young monk, who hadn't tasted the sweetness of starch in a long time, held the steamed bun in both hands and ate it happily, grinning and saying, "Thank you, Master Ding'an."

Ding An glanced at him sideways: "Just don't stop me from drinking."

"That won't do!" Xu Zhu rubbed his bald head and chuckled. "Abbot Xuanci said that the 'Kinnara Fist' is a combination of Buddhism and demonism. If it is used incorrectly, it could bring great disaster to the world. I have to keep an eye on you!"

"Wow!" Ding An frowned. "Which side are you from?"

“I agree with you,” the little monk chuckled. “But Abbot Xuanci also said that you are a bit lazy and we need to keep an eye on you.”

"One Xuanci on the left, another Xuanci on the right," Ding An teased. "What, is he your father?"

Xu Zhu dropped the steamed bun on the table and said in a trembling voice, "Master Ding'an, be careful what you say!"

"So what?" Ding An said nonchalantly, "Can't I even say what I want?" Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly shot from the doorway, heading straight for his forehead.

Ding An exclaimed "Eh!" and suddenly opened his mouth, snapping it shut with a snap. Looking down with crossed eyes, he realized it was a willow-leaf throwing knife.

"Oh dear!" Xu Zhu exclaimed in surprise, turning his head and asking, "Who ambushed us?"

"Hmph!" a sinister female voice said, "This monk is rude, but I didn't expect him to have such skills."

Upon seeing this, the patrons were terrified and rushed downstairs.

The restaurant was deserted, with only Ding An and his group at their table. Ding An grinned, chewing on his willow-leaf throwing knife, and muttered, "Damn it, they really don't let people say what they want."

Xu Zhu shouted loudly, "Who is hiding and showing their tail? Come out!" His voice was young, but it was like muffled thunder. The bowls and chopsticks around him jumped and the sound echoed far and wide.

This young monk had been practicing the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" for a long time. Although he was usually honest and cute, at this moment, with his eyebrows raised, he still had a bit of a fierce and wrathful Vajra feel to him.

Suddenly, a frivolous male voice exclaimed, "What profound kung fu!"

Immediately afterwards, a rough voice rang out: "Not bad, not bad, I like this kind of expert!"

Swipe!

A skinny bamboo pole and a large head appeared on the windowsill, both grinning maliciously as they looked at them.

The skinny bamboo pole said, "A meat-eating, wine-drinking frivolous monk, and an ugly little monk. Interesting, very interesting."

The big-headed man rolled his eyes and exclaimed, "Little monks, are you from Shaolin Temple?"

Xu Zhu was startled by the sound, raised his head, and stared wide-eyed, saying, "How...how did you know?"

Big Head laughed heartily: "I, the Crocodile God of the South China Sea, may not be good at much else, but when it comes to finding someone to fight, I am number one in the world!"

"The Crocodile God of the South Sea?" Xu Zhu was a little stunned, then suddenly realized, "You are the 'Four Evils'!"

"Hahaha, this kid isn't stupid!" The Crocodile God of the South Sea laughed loudly.

Yun Zhonghe sneered and said, "Little bald monk, don't blame us for being ruthless. You're just unlucky. You said something that displeased Ye Erniang, and she's going to rip out your hearts to eat with her wine."

The South China Sea Crocodile God smiled, hands on his hips: "We don't want any more trouble, but we can't beat her."

Yun Zhonghe interjected, "The only option left is to kill you all."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhu's eyes widened, and he said, "What...what did I say?"

"Ha, what a hypocritical monk who dares to speak but not admit it!" Yun Zhonghe sneered. "Who was it that spoke ill of Xuan Ci just now?"

"Huh?" Xu Zhu waved his hands frantically, shouting, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me!"

"boom!"

Ding'an was furious and gave him a flick on the forehead, scolding, "At a time like this, what's the point of explaining?"

Xu Zhu covered his head and cried, "Master Ding'an, it was clearly you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ding'an flicked him on the forehead again, angrily saying, "Still talking!" He looked up at the two of them and sneered, "What are you looking at?"

With a whoosh.

A blue-glowing iron fist, with the force of a monstrous python's tail, appeared before the two of them!

With a clang, Yun Zhonghe and the Crocodile God of the South Sea screamed and flew backward, their iron claws and crocodile scissors twisted into pretzel shapes.

"That bald monk is so vicious!"

Suddenly, a figure wielding an iron crutch rushed out, letting out a fierce shout. The sound was so loud that it shook the restaurant.

Ding An suddenly sprang up and flew straight towards the tall wine sign outside the building.

As he got close, he suddenly kicked the flagpole, using the force to bounce back and lunge at Duan Yanqing again.

There was a click.

The flagpole snapped immediately after he kicked it, and then crashed down on Duan Yanqing.

Seeing Ding An's ruthless attack, Duan Yanqing became annoyed. As Ding An pounced, Duan Yanqing suddenly took a half step forward, dodging the flagpole, and swung his staff to strike Ding An's waist and ribs.

He used his iron staff primarily for deflecting and thrusting, never for swinging or sweeping to fight and injure people's bodies. This was because the force of swinging and sweeping was too fierce, and ordinary people could hardly withstand it. He would not use this technique lightly unless he had murderous intent towards Ding An.

Seeing that his staff swept towards him as fast as the wind, Ding'an suddenly raised his fist and shouted!
This roar was no less than a Buddha's roar, and it shook everyone to the ground.

Duan Yanqing felt a strange wave of energy surge towards him, and he couldn't help but shiver. His lifelong sins and painful obsessions were stirred up and surged, and illusions appeared before his eyes.

It felt as if I had returned to the outside of Tianlong Temple, my eyes filled with the image of "Guanyin Bodhisattva" slowly approaching in the night.

Duan Yanqing lost his composure instantly, blood gushing from his seven orifices, and cried out in a pitiful voice, "Guanyin Bodhisattva!" before collapsing to the ground.

Yun Zhonghe's eardrums nearly burst as he cried out, "Boss!" Seeing Ding An's robes swelling and shrinking strangely, he was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he quickly used all his lightness skill to escape.

Suddenly, a purple light flashed before their eyes, and a bald ghost appeared, with a strange smile on his face. It was none other than Ding An.
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With a thud, Yun Zhonghe's head shattered, his brains splattering everywhere, and his corpse still flew forward more than two zhang.

This turn of events happened so fast that everyone in the room was stunned!
(End of this chapter)