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

Wang Jiuling's words left the people at Wuduo Temple looking at each other in bewilderment.

A look of surprise flashed in Khenpo's eyes.

You, a Taoist priest, also know Buddhist martial arts?

But since the words had already been spoken, it was impossible not to accept the challenge, so Khenpo nodded.

"Amitabha! In that case, please proceed!"

After saying that, he stepped back and nodded to the monk with thick eyebrows.

Ma Guangzu snorted and jumped off the stage.

The monk with thick eyebrows was completely disoriented by Wang Jiuling's palm technique.

Seeing Wang Jiuling's confidence, he was momentarily unsure.

"Layman, let's get started!"

Wang Jiuling showed no mercy and immediately attacked the monk with thick eyebrows.

"He's doomed. This is Udo Monastery's territory; they call the shots here."

Beside Ma Guangzuo, a middle-aged man crossed his arms and analyzed the situation.

Ma Guangzuo turned around. "Bullshit! You don't know anything!"

The middle-aged man wasn't angry; instead, he laughed and joked with those around him. "Hey! He still doesn't believe it..."

In front of the main hall.

Do you think he can still win?

The old Khenpo looked at the old monk beside him, who shook his head.

"His martial arts are clearly from the Central Plains Taoist school. At such a young age, his martial arts achievements are already astonishing. But to say that he can also learn my Buddhist martial arts at the same time..."

"I'm afraid that's unlikely."

But as soon as they finished speaking, they heard a gasp of surprise from the crowd.

Looking up at the stands again, their eyes widened in shock. Even those with profound knowledge of Buddhist teachings almost couldn't contain themselves. "What?!"

boom!

Wang Jiuling was still dominating the thick-browed monk.

This time, he did not use Quanzhen Sect martial arts, nor did he use the power of the Hidden Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm.

He used...

Shaolin Arhat Fist, and Vajra Palm!

Yes, that's right. Wang Jiuling did spend some time at Shaolin Temple.

He had seen Shaolin disciples practice Arhat Fist and Vajra Palm countless times.

Even though no one taught me, I learned by watching.

The important thing is that the Nine Yang Divine Skill is just right for him to use, and its ability to "turn the rotten into the miraculous" is also fully demonstrated.

He used the most basic Arhat Fist with astonishing power.

boom!

Wang Jiuling threw out both fists at once, and the thick-browed monk raised his arm to block them, but he only felt that the huge force made him stagger.

"Drink!"

The monk with thick eyebrows stomped his foot, managing to steady himself. The two had already exchanged more than twenty blows, and he was now more on the defensive than on the offensive.

clap clap clap!

Wang Jiuling gave him no chance, his feet moving with the unique footwork of Luohan Fist, already closing in.

Just as the monk with thick eyebrows was about to take the punch, Wang Jiuling changed his move.

He suddenly stomped his foot on the ground and struck the thick-browed monk with his palm.

Vajra Palm!

Now, the thick-browed monk, whose move had been tricked, was wide open. Seeing that things were not going well, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and block.

But he was already exhausted. When the two exchanged blows, he was sent flying off the stage.

My arm went numb after landing and I couldn't lift it.

"This...this is Arhat Fist and Vajra Palm? How do you know them?"

The monk with thick eyebrows raised his head, his face revealing his shock.

The onlookers erupted in uproar upon hearing what the monk with thick eyebrows had said.

"Does he really know how?"

"This Taoist priest is so powerful; he must be no nobody. How come I've never heard of him before?"

"Qingyangzi? That name sounds familiar..."

On the stage, Wang Jiuling's tone remained as calm as ever. "Master, what I used was indeed Shaolin's Vajra Palm and Arhat Fist. Shouldn't these also be considered Buddhist martial arts?"

Khenpo stepped forward, but his expression was not good at the moment.

How could this happen?

Who is this Taoist priest? Did he come here specifically to cause trouble? When did their Wuduo Zen Temple ever offend such a powerful figure?

"That...of course it counts...but...uh..."

Khenpo's eyes flickered, and he hesitated somewhat.

Ma Guangzuo turned around and glared at the middle-aged man in front of him before jumping onto the ring.

"Old monk! You were just talking about Buddhist martial arts! Now my brother has won again, which shows his profound understanding of Buddhist teachings!"

Why haven't you given that travelogue to my brother yet?

The onlookers were also discussing the matter, feeling that Wuduo Temple had nothing to say this time.

Among the crowd, the two men in plain clothes wearing straw hats were anxious.

"What should we do? That travelogue is going to fall into the hands of this Taoist priest!"

"Don't be impulsive. As long as he's not one of the Joyful Maitreya's people, we don't need to worry!"

"But...but we can't take that risk! What if something happens? That would harm Master!"

At this moment, Khenpo's expression was extremely conflicted.

Faced with Ma Guangzuo's request, and looking at Wang Jiuling's expressionless face, he hesitated for a long time before finally gritting his teeth.

"Amitabha! The layperson has won, but this does not mean they have an affinity with the Buddha!"

"Layman, do you still need to... do you still need to rely solely on Buddhist martial arts techniques to win, instead of using your internal energy?"

After saying this, Khenpo closed his eyes, knowing in his heart that the reputation of Uddok Monastery was likely to be ruined.

Sure enough, his words immediately caused an uproar among everyone.

"No way! You can do this? Why didn't you explain this clearly before you started?"

"How can these monks have such dirty hearts?"

"I understand. What kind of martial arts competition is this? It's just for show. Winning or losing doesn't matter. The interpretation of everything belongs to their Wuduo Zen Monastery!"

"Then why even bother setting up this arena? Are you trying to mess with us?"

Ma Guangzuo was so angry that he pointed at the abbot and cursed him. He was outspoken and his words were truly impolite.

"Pah!"

"You shameless old bald man! You were the ones who arranged the duel!"

"My brother won, are you saying we should use Buddhist martial arts?"

"Now that you've won again using Buddhist martial arts, you've completely lost all shame, haven't you? You won't even let us use internal energy anymore?"

"Let's just tear this arena down! Just tell me, who do you want as the chosen one? Then everyone can go their separate ways!"

Faced with a tidal wave of doubts and ridicule from all directions, the people at Wuduo Temple turned pale.

This is blatant shamelessness in public, a devastating blow to the reputation of their monastery.

The monk with thick eyebrows clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and his expression was obscured, but the veins on his hands bulged.

The others in the monastery also gritted their teeth and looked at Khenpo.

Khenpo pursed his lips, finally sighed, opened his eyes, and his voice was filled with helplessness, yet also with determination.

"Amitabha!"

"Please, layperson... abide by the regulations!"

"If you wish to withdraw from the martial arts competition, we...we can also offer you some Buddhist scriptures..."

This caused even more public outcry. A prestigious Zen temple had dared to go back on its word in broad daylight.

Ma Guangzuo was so angry that he pointed at the abbot, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Wang Jiuling, who was beside him, didn't care about this at all.

Because he sensed something was wrong from the beginning, and now he's just certain of it.

He understood that no matter how he won today, it wouldn't be recognized.

He thought to himself that, judging from the information he had gathered along the way, Wuduo Temple had quite a good reputation.

But these monks would rather embarrass themselves in public than admit that Wang Jiuling had won.

Could it be that they set up the arena just to ruin the reputation of their own Zen temple?

Obviously impossible.

Wang Jiuling suddenly realized, what if we removed him, this sudden troublemaker?

The reason why Wuduo Zen Monastery is making such a big show of things is not because it wants to win or lose in the real sense.

Instead, they used the reputation of Wuduo Monastery and the allure of its treasure to attract more people—no, no, or rather...

Wang Jiuling narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his gaze.

"Or perhaps they were trying to lure out a specific person, but they didn't expect someone like me to cause trouble..."