Chapter 1329: Chapter 1329: The Tattoo Takes Effect
Chapter 1329
“He can’t possibly walk out!”
“If Ye Patron walks out, I’ll take on all Shaolin sweeping duties for the next month by myself.”
“If he manages to walk out, I’ll take care of Shaolin’s water fetching tasks for a month.”
…
“Pfft!”
Ye Chenfeng almost wanted to cough up blood; this group of Shaolin monks really could.
To propose such demands!
Oh well, I’ll be a good person this once and fulfill their wishes.
Ye Chenfeng walked step by step towards the entrance of Damo Cave, with Hui Jue and others’ dozen pairs of eyes fixed on him.
They stared at him intently.
So monks even showed smiles on their faces, as if they’d already imagined Ye Chenfeng’s embarrassed state after hitting a wall.
“Hoo!”
But Hui Jue instead let out a long sigh of relief.
At that mont, one of Ye Chenfeng’s feet had already stepped onto the entrance of Damo Cave.
“…”
But in the next second, sothing happened that shocked everyone.
Ye Chenfeng leisurely strolled out from the entrance of Damo Cave.
“Gah!”
Everyone, including Hui Jue, was filled with disbelief, completely dumbfounded.
They widened their eyes, struck dumb.
At that mont, the atmosphere was eerily silent.
Silence pervaded the scene, the air seed to freeze.
Everything seed surreal, utterly incredulous.
“This is impossible!”
“What did I just see?”
“This can’t be real!”
“No way it’s true!”
…
At this mont, a group of Shaolin monks began to question their existence.
“Don’t believe it?”
“Huh? I went in!”
“Ha, I got out again.”
In the end, Ye Chenfeng began to jump back and forth at the entrance of Damo Cave, his jubilant deanor akin to a bird that had just been set free.
“Pfft!”
However, Hui Jue and the others felt entirely different from Ye Chenfeng; watching him jump repeatedly, they truly felt like coughing up blood.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Hui Jue felt a tremor in his spirit, resulting in an uncontrollable cough.
“Co on, Hui Jue Master, are you trying to play the victim here? I’ve got nothing to do with this.”
Ye Chenfeng quickly said.
“How can this be? How could the Buddha-speech Shackles be ineffective?”
Hui Jue said incredulously.
“Master Hui Jue, are you asking ? I don’t know either, and moreover, I don’t even know what the Buddha-speech Shackles are.”
Ye Chenfeng said helplessly.
“Then how were you so sure you could step out of Damo Cave?”
One monk questioned.
“The cave entrance isn’t gated; why wouldn’t I be able to walk out?”
Ye Chenfeng looked at the monk with an expression that said he was looking at an idiot.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
The monk was so irritated by Ye Chenfeng that he began to cough uncontrollably, his chest heaving.
“Hui Jue Master, it’s ti for you to fulfill your promise.”
Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.
“Where did it go wrong?”
Hui Jue looked like he was trapped in a daze, his gaze still analyzing Ye Chenfeng.
As for the reason.
Did Ye Chenfeng know?
The answer was clearly yes.
Initially, the invisible Buddha-speech Shackles indeed had a controlling effect on Ye Chenfeng, holding his Skill Body, and even his consciousness.
Moreover, Ye Chenfeng was completely powerless to resist.
The Divine Source Power couldn’t be used, and Liang Hongjun’s emotional control thods were also useless.
Once plunged into desperation, the more he struggled, the more harm it caused to himself.
But at the last mont, the enigmatic tattoo engraved by the Demon Craftsman on his back took effect, causing the Buddha-speech Shackles to completely lose their effectiveness.
Therefore, Ye Chenfeng accepted the bet with Hui Jue Master with confidence.
Though unaware of the tattoo’s aning, it ca into effect at this ti.
Ye Chenfeng was quite thrilled about it.
As for what secrets the enigmatic tattoo held, further investigation would be required.
“Why was the Buddha-speech Shackles ineffective?”
Hui Jue continued muttering to himself.
The others were likewise, never taking their eyes off Ye Chenfeng for even a mont.
“Hui Jue Master, let’s not worry about the reason. Today, I’ve had enough fun. Give the item, I’m heading down the mountain.”
Ye Chenfeng said straightforwardly.
“Ye Patron, what I promised you, this humble monk will naturally fulfill. Please!”
Hui Jue made a gesture of invitation.
“Are you alright?”
Seeing Ye Chenfeng co out, Chu Qingxue approached, noticing the blood on his lips, and asked with concern.
Ye Chenfeng smiled: “What problem could I have? Wait a bit, Hui Jue Master will give a gift, then we’ll head down the mountain. I’m quite exhausted today.”
Chu Qingxue was puzzled, surprised as she looked at Ye Chenfeng: “Giving you a gift? And wanting you to head down?”
Chu Qingxue was utterly confused, wasn’t Ye Chenfeng asked to stay at Shaolin?
How did things flip with gifts and a mountain descent in no ti?
“Yes, I just briefly shared the supre Buddhist doctrines with the masters. They’ve been chard by my charisma, naturally, a gift is due.”
Ye Chenfeng said leisurely.
“Pfft!”
Behind him, a group of monks nearly staggered and fell on hearing this.
“Ye Patron, Chu Patron, please!”
Hui Jue personally led the way, guiding the crowd through a complex and winding path.
Initially gleeful, Ye Chenfeng, at so point, bore a hint of gravity on his face, eyes filled with vigilance.
“Hui Jue Master, where are you taking us?”
Ye Chenfeng asked aloud.
Hui Jue replied calmly, “Anan Sword isn’t kept in a common place.”
“I understand that, but I’m afraid Hui Jue Master has ulterior motives, which makes a bit uneasy.”
Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.
“What is there for Ye Patron to be uneasy about?”
Hui Jue asked.
Ye Chenfeng smiled: “I now dare not step on any land of Shaolin lightly, fearing to fall into traps!”
“How about this, Hui Jue Master, let’s wait here.”
Ye Chenfeng suddenly suggested.
“Hmm, yes, that works.”
Other monks nodded, indicating agreent.
“Impossible!”
But Hui Jue firmly refused.
“Hmm?”
Others looked puzzled, curiously at Hui Jue.
“Ye Patron, truthfully, I didn’t intend to let you descend the mountain today!”
Hui Jue’s expression shifted, his voice clear as he spoke to Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng smiled: “So Master Hui Jue intends to go back on his word? How laughable, an abbot of Shaolin yet going back on promises!”
“Abbot brother! How could you do this?”
Hui Jue’s fellow monks criticized him.
Hui Jue clasped his hands, his voice resonating: “Amitabha, this monk’s sole intention today is to keep Ye Patron here. Even if burdened with being cursed by thousands, even if it ans abandoning the abbot’s position.”
Ye Chenfeng smiled: “Good, very good! No more words, let’s fight!”
“Master brothers, please invite Ku Ye Ancestor! Amitabha!”
Hui Jue said to his fellow monks.
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