"Buzz…"
The dark night sky was lit up by the True Qi of the fat, big-eared, golden-robed monk.
The Buddhist True Qi seemed to have its own Sanskrit sound, and a loud and awkward Buddhist chant sounded.
The pure and masculine Buddhist True Qi blew the monk's robe, and the image of a Buddha with great compassion and wisdom appeared behind him.
With a loud shout, the big monk's fat palm suddenly slapped towards the black-clothed man.
The inflated monk robe immediately deflated.
All of his Genuine Qi gathered on his palm and a huge golden palm print exploded.
It was the ultimate technique of the Prajna Hall, the Great Compassion Prajna Palm!
The head of the Prajna Hall!
The man in black was not angry. Instead, he laughed and circulated the Five Poison Divine Technique with all his might.
His demonic flames were monstrous, and black smoke was rising. Occasionally, poisonous creatures such as centipedes, vipers, scorpions, geckos, and toads would appear around him.
The centipede was Northern Plains 'thousand feet frost centipede.
The venomous snake was the Vermilion Green Iron-Headed Snake from the Southern Mountains.
The Scorpion was the Scarlet Flame Black Scorpion of the Western Regions.
The toad was the Gold Coin Three-legged Toad of the East.
The gecko was a broken tail earth dragon of the Central Plains.
Each of them was the king of poisons. Only in this way could the man in black's Five Poison Divine Technique be pushed to an unprecedented height.
"Five Poison Divine Palm!"
The man in black shrieked and raised his palm to meet the attack.
A loud bang sounded.
The moment they collided, both sides retreated. The golden Buddhist light and the black poisonous gas interweaved, exploding into a mass of white airwaves. The remaining force surged in the air.
This was a battle between high-ranked powerhouses.
After the head monk of the Prajna Hall landed on the ground, the hard bricks shattered.
Not only that, the fat golden-robed monk staggered back a dozen steps, shattering a brick with every step he took.
His palm was purple and black, and there were five fingers on the back of his palm. They were swollen like pig intestines.
"Hahahahaha, the Shaolin Temple's Chief is only so-so!”
The black-robed man flew far away and disappeared into the night.
The Chief Monk of the Prajna Hall's face darkened. He looked at the man in black who had borrowed his palm power to fly out of the Shaolin Temple's wall and did not pursue him.
"Chief!"
More than a dozen monks from the Prajna Hall arrived, holding the Vajra Staff.
One of the monks pretended to chase after him but was stopped by the chief monk of the Prajna Hall.
"Chief, are we going to let the thief leave arrogantly?”
The Prajna Hall Chief shook his head and said," The other party is a high-level expert who is not weaker than us. You're not his match. You'll only die if you chase after him."”
Another warrior monk said," The temple is surrounded by cliffs on three sides. They are as steep as knives. It is difficult for birds to stand on them. He will definitely fall from the cliff and die."”
"Amitabha."
At this moment, a Buddhist proclamation sounded.
The monks turned their heads and saw the old abbot with white eyebrows and a white beard walking over quickly accompanied by the heads of the other courtyards.
The dozen monks and the chief monk of the Prajna Hall immediately put their palms together and bowed.
The old abbot nodded slightly and looked in the direction where the man in black had disappeared."That person practices the Five Poison Divine Technique and is one of the few great experts in the Demon Cult. He won't die from falling from the cliff.”
Abbot Du Nan lowered his head and looked at the Chief Monk of Prajna Hall. He frowned and said,""Dujie, your palm…"
The Head of Prajna Hall, whose Dharma name was Dujie, shook his head."Thank you for your concern, Abbot. The poison of the Five Poison Divine Art is only so-so. I'm fine.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. He was foaming at the mouth, his lips were dark purple, and his hands and feet were twitching.
"You call this fine? He almost died!"
The old monk pointed two fingers at the head monk of the Prajna Hall.
He then channeled his Genuine Qi to protect the heart meridian of the Prajna Hall Chief and said to the others,""Quickly carry the Chief of the Prajna Hall away and feed him the Dew Pill every hour to save his life.”
The other heads of department turned pale and whispered to each other.
"I didn't expect the poison of the Five Poisons Divine Art to be so terrifying.”
"He cultivated the Prajna Heart Sutra, but he still couldn't withstand the poison of the Five Poison Divine Art. It seems that the people of the Demon Cult can't be underestimated.”
"The man in black just now said that our temple hid a hidden expert. I don't know who it is.”
The old abbot said," The Demon Cult's experts are here for the Sutra Library. Let's go to the Sutra Library and see if there are any losses!"”
On the cliff outside the Shaolin Temple, a dragon pine tree gripped the rock and stood proudly.
The man in black stood on the trunk of the pine tree and spat out another mouthful of blood. His breathing plummeted.
"Did I underestimate the Great Compassion Prajna Palm?”
"No, the Prajna Hall's Chief Monk's Great Compassion Prajna Palm is nothing more than this. It's his palm that stimulated my suppressed injuries.”
The black-clothed man held the pine tree branch that had cracked like dragon scales and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand.
Recalling his fight with Ning Chen, the man in black felt a lingering fear.
She felt that when she faced him, she did not see a young monk, but a boundless sea!
One had to know that the black-robed man was very confident. Even if he encountered the old abbot, he would be able to retreat unscathed.
However, after a simple exchange of blows with Ning Chen, the black-robed man sensed the danger of death.
"When did Shaolin Temple produce such a top-notch expert? It seems that my sect's grand plan will have to be postponed.”
"Fortunately, my mission was successfully completed. Bodhidharma's…um…is gone!”
The man in black touched his clothes and his face darkened.
Outside the Scripture Depository.
Ning Chen placed his diary into the system space.
"Fortunately, when I used the Buddha's Light to shake him away, I used the Flower-pinching Finger to retrieve the diary. Otherwise, he would have really stolen it.”
"Forget it. I hid the diary in the many scriptures on a whim, but I almost failed. I'll just put it in the System Space.”
There were many torches around the Sutra Depository, illuminating the night sky.
The monks surrounded the Sutra Depository, preventing anyone from entering or leaving.
Ning Chen came out early and was not discovered by the other monks.
Now, Ning Chen was leaning on a broom and mixing with the monks, waiting for the abbot and the head monk to arrive and take charge of the situation.
"Abbot."
"The abbot is here!"
"Greetings, Abbot."
The old abbot and a few heads of department rushed over.
"No one came out of the Scripture Depository, right?"
The head of the Arhat Hall asked.
"Chief, we've been guarding this place and didn't see anyone come out!”
A warrior monk answered loudly.
"Yes."
The head of the Discipline Hall nodded.
"Everyone, in case the man in black has accomplices, let's go in and take a look.”
"Senior Martial Brother Du Jie is right. Let's go and take a look.”
The old abbot stood guard outside, and several heads of department entered the Sutra Depository together to search for the accomplices of the Demonic Sect.
The outcome was obvious. The Sutra Depository had long been empty, without a single hair left.
"There are no accomplices of the Demonic Sect, nor are there any so-called hidden experts.”
"So, who is the hidden expert that the black-clothed man mentioned?”
"Could it be that there are still holy monks in our temple who haven't reached Nirvana and are still alive, hiding in some corner of the mountain?”
The old abbot, the heads of the various halls, and the other higher-ups were all confused.
They had never expected that the hidden expert that the black-clothed man spoke of was watching the show among the monks.
If it wasn't for the lack of melon seeds, Ning Chen would have moved a small stool and started munching on melon seeds.
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