Groin-Kicking Leg.
King of Hell Kick.
The young man delivered a kick that shattered the opponent's kneecap, with bone piercing through flesh. The opponent's protective True Qi was dispersed, and with a swift kick like a fleeting shadow, he directly crushed the groin, making the monk who followed feel a chill between his legs.
Not many techniques, but effective is enough.
Eye-Poking Hand.
The young man ford a claw with his fingers, seized the opportunity, and directly burst the opponent's eyeball. Then he moved half a step back, assuming a stance, with Tiger Fist coursing with a bloodthirsty wind.
Black Tiger Steals Heart!
This move pierced right through the enemy's chest, bringing out a dripping heart.
Too brutal.
Why are all this benefactor's techniques so vicious?
No good.
Must teach him so Buddhist martial arts to balance the murderous aura.
For the first ti, the monk felt an urge to actively teach martial arts.
Blood spurted like a fountain.
The young man slowly retracted his tiger claw, crushing the heart in his hand, and then leisurely wiped off the blood and flesh.
Lu Shanjun led astray!
After killing soone with this technique, washing hands takes ages.
Lady Jade Face approached, her eyes as gentle as water, using her fragrant handkerchief to clean the bloodstains off the young man's palms. Even as the white palace gown was stained with filth and blood, she seed unbothered, her gaze on the young man was like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
The temptress did not mind these things.
When a temptress ets a devil, they kill and then help set fires.
"Lady."
The woman in black nightwear hurried over, glanced from afar, and obediently stopped in her tracks.
No good.
It seems the lady might be enchanted.
She also saw what happened just now, for the first ti witnessing Lady Jade Face forcing other top experts to awkwardly dodge. Usually, she relied on agility to win, and when facing strong foes, she often retreated if she couldn't succeed.
This young man's martial arts are domineering.
The monk was solely concerned with finding a way to guide others, not knowing if the benefactor was interested in Buddhist scriptures. If he could calm down and study Buddhism, he could surely balance the bloodthirsty aura.
Gold creates water, no regrets.
Lady Jade Face's enchanting eyes were practically glued to the young man. The last ti she saw him at the Dragon Pool in Dangshan, she was already enamored, and his techniques matched hers perfectly. Today, after facing a strong adversary, it was evident that their compatibility in temperant and martial arts was remarkable.
Unfortunately, she t a man with a heart of stone.
His heart was harder than Vajra stone.
Lu Shanjun clearly instructed that the young man must preserve his Yuan Yang's blazing fire. In ti, post-heaven could turn pre-heaven, Yin could give birth to Yang, and innate True Qi had its advantages. No one practicing Child skills in the martial world was a simple character.
Lu Shanjun did not advocate extre Yin or Yang, believing the unity of Yin and Yang was the way to the great path, but also advised the young man that his progress relied on abundant Yuan Yang essence.
All those various temptresses should stay away from the brother.
The young man listened to the advice, and having seen many situations, he knew to discern priorities. What Lu Shanjun taught him was not a Dharma Gate of the martial world, already bordering on the path of Tao.
If it were only martial arts of the martial world, there wouldn't be so many taboos.
"With one punch, open heaven and earth; with two palms, divide Yin and Yang."
Lu Shanjun may not boast, but in the art of fists and palms, he's a rare master in the world, despite starting with only second and third-rate martial arts of the martial world.
Blossoming March in Yangzhou.
Several more people gathered around the young man. Lady Jade Face could see him but not have him, which was fine; just being close was enough. This young man's masculine energy was like poison to her.
The monk was very hostile towards her.
Sorceress!
Demonic path sorceress.
This great monk was wholeheartedly trying to bring people into the Buddhist fold. Now with a temptress and so many charming concubines around the young man, he felt a great threat. How could he compete for the young man's affection?
No good.
A heavy wager must be placed.
The monk entered the city, found a temple, and secretly sent a ssage, trying to contact an elder to see if Buddhist techniques could entice the young man.
Judging by his appearance, he seed like a martial arts fanatic.
The young man believed martial arts had nothing to do with character, but in the eyes of the people, if the thod was evil, the practitioner would beco evil. The routes of the ridians and their influence on the body indirectly affect nature and temperant, and blood and Qi clashes often result in drastic character changes. Many have shifted personalities due to their techniques.
The young man believed skill was skill, and a person was a person; they shouldn't be generalized.
Exactly.
If he could cultivate so Buddhist techniques, he could undoubtedly change; that's what the monk believed, but so things he couldn't decide.
As he returned to the inn.
Suddenly, the monk stopped and looked at a man at a street stall not far away. Taking out so silver taels from his pocket, he sighed with a bitter smile, "Not Greedy Senior Brother."
"Why are you in Yangzhou too?"
Ahead stood an abbott who was as hefty as a pig, plump and cherubic, indulging in both vegetarian and at dishes, oil dripping from his mouth, a belly as large as a sumo wrestler, and ears so big they seed otherworldly, sowhat resembling a Buddha.
This Not Greedy Monk raised his head, mouth stuffed with a bun, murmuring, "Oh? It's Not Abstinent Junior Brother!"
"Co quick."
"Help pay."
"I've just eaten thirty-so buns, and they won't let leave."
This person was tall and excessively fat, with a heavy belly like the Maitreya Buddha. Seeing the monk pay, he smiled, reaching out without fear of getting burned, grabbing buns, eating one at a ti, over ten of them, then stuffing more into his robes, remarking while stuffing, "This is for a midnight snack."
"Not Abstinent Junior Brother."
"It's lucky to have t you."
This Not Greedy Monk was greatly favored by the Buddhist high sects. As for his martial skills, outsiders knew nothing since he didn't chant or ditate nor was he seen training, just eating and sleeping, devouring the temple offerings.
Yet the monk respected him greatly, paying for the al and even packing up so food.
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