Chapter 1239: Beating Chiki Takeo

Facing the instant movement Ye Bufan displayed, Qianmu Wufu had no time to react at all before he was firmly slapped across the face.

This slap was heavy and loud, sending him flying dozens of meters away again, crashing with a bang into the same mountain peak as before.

“Baka yarou!”

Qianmu Wufu roared in anger, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.

As the Sword Saint of the Great Dog Country, a Middle Stage Holy Land powerhouse, he was slapped in the face by someone. This was simply a great humiliation.

This extreme anger even made him forget to think, forget to wonder how the other party did it.

“Go to hell.”

Ame-no-Murakumo no Tsurugi transformed into a streak of light, piercing towards Ye Bufan’s chest. Its speed was like a startled swan from outside the heavens, astonishingly fast.

However, when he got close, he only stabbed at empty air. Immediately after, his wrist tightened, grasped firmly by a large hand.

“This sword is not bad. I’ll take it.”

Ye Bufan exerted force on his wrist, directly snatching Ame-no-Murakumo no Tsurugi. Then, he kicked Qianmu Wufu in the lower abdomen, sending him flying again.

This blow was much heavier than the previous slap to the face. Qianmu Wufu spat out a mouthful of blood while still in mid-air.

He flew more than ten meters away before stabilizing himself. After being repeatedly beaten and even losing Ame-no-Murakumo no Tsurugi, he calmed down from his immense anger, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

“You… you are actually a Middle Stage Holy Land powerhouse.”

He hadn’t taken this Young man seriously before, thinking that with his Early Stage Holy Land cultivation, he could defeat the opponent.

But he miscalculated. From the start, he was beaten like a dog. Later, he brought out all his strength, but unexpectedly, the other party also rose to the occasion, proving to be a Middle Stage Holy Land powerhouse.

Moreover, relying on an unheard-of Martial Skill, he beat him so thoroughly that he had no power to retaliate.

“How is it? Isn’t it a pleasant surprise?”

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, his figure flickered, and he instantly moved behind him again, kicking him in the backside, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

Qianmu Wufu was both shocked and enraged. This was not like a clash between experts; it was simply an insult to him.

But before he could recover, Ye Bufan’s figure appeared in front of him again, slapping him on the other side of his face with a loud smack.

Thus, Qianmu Wufu was sent flying backward again. What he found most unacceptable was that Ye Bufan’s speed was always one step ahead of him; whenever he had just stabilized himself, the other party would appear again.

Qianmu Longxing stood there, completely dumbfounded. In the scene before him, Qianmu Wufu was like a baseball, being hit flying again and again by the opponent.

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After a dozen rounds, Ye Bufan had had enough and finally stopped.

Looking at the Sword Saint Qianmu Wufu at this moment, he was covered in blood, his entire face swollen like a pig’s head, with his eyes reduced to mere slits.

“Baka yarou, Huaxia man, I will definitely kill you.”

He was practically going mad with rage, but this time he didn’t make a move himself. Instead, he let out a long whistle.

As the whistle faded, several figures soared into the sky, appearing in mid-air, surrounding them. They were nine monks dressed in gray robes.

These monks each had a steady Qi, all having reached the Early Stage Martial Saint cultivation. The white-browed old monk leading them had already reached the Middle Stage Holy Land.

With the arrival of reinforcements, Qianmu Wufu finally regained some confidence.

“Huaxia man, aren’t you powerful? I don’t believe you are a match for the Shingon sect, Great Master Guangji, and the Eight Vajras.”

“Shingon sect? It looks good; there are so many powerhouses.”

In Huaxia, Ye Bufan had not visited those famous sects, so he didn’t know how many experts were hidden in the legendary Shaolin and Wudang.

But the Shingon sect suddenly producing eight Holy Land Martial Artists truly shocked him a little.

Shock was shock, but there wasn’t too much tension. He looked at the white-browed old monk leading them: “Are you all monks of the Shingon sect?”

“This old monk Guangji greets the young benefactor.”

The old monk was lean, with a peaceful demeanor, looking very much like an enlightened Great Master.

“Great Master Guangji, since you are renunciants, isn’t it better to stay in the temple and eat vegetarian food and chant scriptures? Isn’t this matter a bit too much for you to meddle in?”

Monk Guangji had a compassionate look: “Young benefactor, we have already heard about your matters. Since you came to the Great Dog Country, you have killed countless people, and your sins are profound.

Therefore, I specially invite you to be a guest at our Shingon sect, so that the Dharma may absolve your sins.”

Ye Bufan smiled mockingly: “Are you sure it’s an invitation? Can I refuse?”

Guangji put his palms together: “Young benefactor’s karma from killing is too heavy. Since you have come here, our Shingon sect cannot let you leave to create more killing karma.”

“Tsk tsk tsk…” Ye Bufan curled his lips and praised, “As expected of renunciants, even such shameless words can be spoken so grandiosely.

Before, I said the Qianmu Family wanted to be a harlot and still erect a memorial arch. Now it seems this saying is more suitable for you.”

Monk Guangji’s expression did not change: “Young benefactor, words lead to karma. The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you will reach the shore. Please come with this old monk.

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As soon as he finished speaking, the Eight Vajras beside him immediately surrounded them, as if they would seize him if there was any disagreement.”

Ye Bufan said, “I can go with you, but I have a few questions first.”

“Yes, as long as this old monk knows, I will definitely answer the young benefactor.”

“I heard that monks in your Great Dog Country can marry wives. Is that true? How many can one marry? Is it okay to marry several?”

“This…”

Guangji was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to answer.

It was true that monks in the Great Dog Country could marry wives, but that wasn’t all of them. Those who truly cultivated, like them, could not marry.

But if he said no, such things did exist.

Ye Bufan, like a curious baby with many questions, asked again: “Then can you drink alcohol on a daily basis? Can you eat meat? Can you watch your own country’s adult films?

If you can do all that, then what is the difference between you and ordinary people? What do you cultivate on a daily basis?”

He said these words partly to tease these meddling monks, and partly out of genuine curiosity.

As early as when he was in Huaxia, he had heard that monks in the Great Dog Country had high social standing and good treatment, and could even eat meat, drink alcohol, and marry and have children. So today he asked all these questions at once.

Guangji’s expression finally changed once, and he frowned slightly: “Young benefactor, you have too many questions. Come with me, and once you understand Buddhist knowledge, these questions will naturally be resolved.”

Ye Bufan said mockingly: “Old monk, you are being unreasonable. Shouldn’t everything be negotiated first?

If you want me to go there, you must first clarify the treatment. If nothing is allowed, why would I go there?

I don’t have too many girlfriends, just over ten. Can I have a grand wedding there?”

Seeing Monk Guangji being repeatedly teased by him, Qianmu Wufu couldn’t help but angrily say, “Ye Bufan, don’t be disrespectful to the Great Master! What do you think the Buddhist Holy Land is? Your harem?”

“Buddhist Holy Land? How come I don’t see it?” Ye Bufan sneered, “If I’m not mistaken, these monks have long colluded with you, which is why they immediately ran out when they heard your signal, aiding and abetting evil, acting as a tiger’s accomplice.

How can these impure individuals dare to call themselves cultivators, or a Buddhist Holy Land?”

Monk Guangji raised his white eyebrow: “In that case, young benefactor is unwilling to come with this old monk?”