The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Meanwhile, in the crowd watching from a distance, two men in plain clothes wearing straw hats were also staring at the stage.

"Would you like to go on stage?"

"No! It would be terrible if the people of Huanxi Miller found out!"

"But... what if they actually find the way to open the Silent Valley in that travelogue, and then they get their hands on it? What will we do then?"

"Let me look again...let me look again!"

By this time, very few people had gone up on stage; most of those who had come were just there to watch the spectacle.

In the Western Regions, rumors of treasures abound, but not everyone believes them.

"Qingyangzi, go for it! Defeat him, and you'll become the one destined for this world!"

Seeing this, Ma Guangzuo immediately urged Wang Jiuling, "How about I go in your place?"

I think that monk's martial arts skills are about the same as mine!

Wang Jiuling shook his head slightly. "I'll do it!"

At this moment, the thick-browed monk on the stage was preparing to sit in meditation. The onlookers felt somewhat disappointed, since there were not many who dared to challenge him, and those who did were defeated too quickly.

"Make way!" Ma Guangzuo led the way and pointed to Wang Jiuling beside him when they reached the edge of the arena.

"Great monk! My brother is a master; he wants to challenge you!"

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to him. They were surprised to see that he was a Han Chinese Taoist priest and began to discuss among themselves.

"Is he a Taoist priest?"

"Which Taoist temple is this? I've never seen it before."

"His clothes look a bit like those of someone from Qixia Temple in Zhenhai City..."

"I'm not saying he's bad, but he's so young, can he really handle it?"

The thick-browed monk on the stage, whose expression had been calm just moments before, finally changed the moment his gaze met Wang Jiuling's.

He stood up and couldn't help but squint.

He had already ignored everyone else present, leaving only Wang Jiuling in his line of sight.

This Taoist priest looked young, but he walked with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, his aura as steady as an abyss. An ordinary person would take a few steps and then breathe, and their body's balance and rhythm would change with their breathing.

But this Taoist priest's breathing was long and even as he walked, suggesting he was a formidable master of internal martial arts...

Wang Jiuling was also sizing up the monk with thick eyebrows.

He moved from sitting cross-legged to standing up, his body as steady as a mountain, without swaying at all.

Looking again at his slightly bulging temples, I thought to myself that this monk was indeed not simple.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the show, and the onlookers just felt that there was going to be a good show to watch.

Wang Jiuling went up on stage and bowed to the monk with thick eyebrows.

"I, Qingyangzi, would also like to learn from your master's skills."

A flicker of apprehension crossed the thick-browed monk's eyes, but he could only clasp his hands together in prayer. "Layman...please!"

At the same time, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the two old monks wearing kasayas in front of the main hall of the Zen temple.

The two old monks exchanged a glance.

"This Taoist priest is not simple, could it be...?"

"It's okay, I have a way..."

On the stage, Wang Jiuling and the monk with thick eyebrows were already exchanging glances, while Ma Guangzuo lay on the edge of the ring.

"Qingyangzi! Hit him!"

The next second, Wang Jiuling moved. He raised his hand and struck the thick-browed monk with lightning speed.

The thick-browed monk's pupils contracted. He stepped back, his arms emerging from his sleeves, his fists as hard as steel pestles.

The two exchanged blows with their fists and palms, producing a dull thud, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than ten blows.

This monk with thick eyebrows possessed formidable external martial arts skills. His arms were thin and bony, yet incredibly powerful, constantly generating a gust of wind.

However, with the enhancement of Wang Jiuling's true energy and the Nine Yang Divine Skill turning decay into magic, his palm was not afraid of the monk's fist, but instead clung to it tightly.

The thick-browed monk's fist struck Wang Jiuling's shoulder. Wang Jiuling turned his body and used his protective inner energy to deflect the fist. Instead, he took advantage of the thick-browed monk's wide-open defense and struck him with a palm.

Now, the eyes of the onlookers below the stage finally lit up.

The previous challengers should have been at a disadvantage by now.

But now, looking at the stands, the thick-browed monk was constantly dodging, and Wang Jiuling was actually gaining the upper hand!

"Excellent! Excellent martial arts!"

"good!"

Cheers began to erupt from the audience.

Click!

He crushed the edge of the ring with his foot, and turned around to dodge again with a somewhat flustered look in his eyes.

After exchanging only twenty or so moves, the monk with thick eyebrows was greatly alarmed, realizing he was no match for him.

Just as he dodged, he turned around and saw Wang Jiuling strike him with a palm.

A powerful surge of true energy rushed towards him, like ocean waves. At that moment, the thick-browed monk even felt a moment of doubt.

How can there be waves here?

He quickly put his hands together and stood firm, like a pine tree in a strong wind.

In the end, the pine tree was uprooted, and the violent palm force still knocked him off the stage.

The monk with thick eyebrows felt his blood surge and his muscles and bones ache.

He put his hands together in prayer position.

"Amitabha! Layman, I have lost!"

On the stage, Wang Jiuling withdrew his true energy.

"Master, you flatter me."

At the same time, he thought to himself, "This monk is really extraordinary. If he were in the Central Plains, he would probably be a top-notch expert."

Although he didn't use his full strength in that palm strike, the monk took it head-on. Although he was knocked off the stage, he wasn't injured at all.

This made him even more certain that those who had challenged him before, losing in a dozen or so moves, were probably not quite right.

At this moment, the crowd below the stage cheered. After so long, someone had finally been able to defeat this monk.

"This Taoist priest is quite skilled! Could he be the one destined for us?"

"Hey! I don't think it's that easy! These monks are all hypocrites..."

Ma Guangzuo quickly jumped onto the stage.

"Hey! Doesn't your Zen temple have a rule that if you beat someone, you'll become a destined person? Does that mean my brother is a destined person now?"

The monk with thick eyebrows seemed unable to make the decision, so he turned to look at the two old monks in kasayas in front of the main hall.

The two monks looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock, and then one of them, who seemed to be of higher seniority, stepped forward.

His voice was old, and he spoke Mandarin.

"Amitabha! This old monk is the new abbot of this monastery!"

"The layperson's skill is truly remarkable!"

Wang Jiuling nodded and bowed to the Khenpo. "I wonder if I, this humble Taoist, am fortunate enough to be chosen?"

Unexpectedly, the Khenpo shook his head.

"Layman, although you have won, you are not destined to be with the Buddha! You cannot be one of those with affinity!"

Wang Jiuling smiled, as if he had expected this to happen.

"So, what constitutes a connection?"

The Khenpo clasped his hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha! Layman, you must use Buddhist martial arts!"

Ma Guangzuo's eyes widened.

"No, why didn't you say anything when you were fighting? Now that we've won, you're jumping out to say it's wrong!"

The Khenpo remained with his hands clasped together, clearly not intending to back down.

The Han Chinese man explaining the Khenpo's words to those around him also drew whispers from the crowd.

"See, I told you... it's not that easy!"

"It really is..."

Wang Jiuling shook his head, indicating to Ma Guangzuo not to get agitated.

His smile remained unchanged, and his tone was even more calm.

"Since it's a Buddhist tradition, it's understandable that it requires Buddhist martial arts."

"In that case, let's have another competition."

"Coincidentally, I also know a little about Buddhist practices."