City Against Heaven Doctor

Chapter 48
The novice looked at Jiang Feiyun who was surrounded by groups, put his palms together, and advised: "Almsgiver, turn back and be right! Amitabha."

Jiang Feiyun smiled charmingly and asked, "Oh? How do you turn around? Did you give you some incense money in private?"

"You, you... presumptuous—"

The novice frowned when he heard Jiang Feiyun reveal what happened just now in public again.

It's not like I haven't seen some poor ghosts before. When they came to the White Horse Temple, they asked for the host, but they all left angrily after they couldn't afford the money. It's not like Jiang Feiyun's publicity.

If this matter got to other people's ears, I'm afraid he, a novice, would lose his reputation, and how could he continue to hang around in the White Horse Temple by then.

"Brothers, this person speaks obscenities in my Buddhist holy place, he must be punished with a staff of thirty feet today, and then he will be driven out of my White Horse Temple."

After hearing this, the surrounding monks naturally tended to believe in their juniors, and immediately turned their eyebrows at Jiang Feiyun coldly.

"Almsgiver, if you kneel in front of the Buddha and take the initiative to repent, I can let you go."

Looking at these indiscriminate monks, Jiang Feiyun smiled coldly.

Seeing Jiang Feiyun's unruly expression, these monks stopped talking and beat Jiang Feiyun with sticks in their hands.

Seeing this scene, the novice sneered.

If this kid knew the current affairs just now, maybe he wouldn't have to suffer from flesh and blood now. I didn't expect that he insisted on being cheap, and now he is to blame.

Dozens of monks held sticks and poked at Jiang Feiyun at the same time.

Jiang Feiyun scanned the surrounding sticks, mobilized the vitality in his body, poured it into his arms, and his skin instantly hardened.

"Chicken tile dog—"

Jiang Feiyun swiped his palm horizontally, his palm was like a sharp blade, slashing towards the stick that was poking at him.

When the monk saw Jiang Feiyun carrying the stick with his body, he scolded the boy for being too self-sufficient.

Each of these monks has a mid-mortal realm cultivation base, and even he dare not confront them head-on.

Whoa!
A burst of brilliance flashed in the air, tearing the air.

Then, the sticks in the hands of these monks were cut off in an instant, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Everyone turned pale when they saw this.

Even the novice who was about to watch a good show was stunned when he saw this scene.

"how is this possible?"

The monk's heart seemed to be greatly shocked. This kid is just a mortal body. How could he cut off more than a dozen sticks with his palm?

The monk quickly recovered from the shock, and when he looked at Jiang Feiyun again, he took on a serious look.

"My boy, why do you dare to come to my White Horse Temple to mess around? You are also a cultivator."

The novice monk, who immediately understood, shouted to a dozen monks: "Brothers, don't hold your hands. This kind of crooked way must be eliminated, so that I can return to the world."

After being inspired by the novice's words, dozens of monks cheered up and discarded the incomplete sticks in their hands.

"drink--"

More than a dozen people roared angrily, shaking their bodies suddenly, and the clothes on their bodies were instantly torn, exposing their gnarled muscles.

Even the leaves that fell from the sky seemed to be blown away by some invisible force, and they were blown into the sky one after another.

Jiang Feiyun looked at the dozen or so domineering monks with a calm expression.

"A mere mortal realm, dare to compete with the honorable realm?"

Jiang Feiyun changed his hands, and the vitality in his body surged wildly, flowing all over his body along various meridians.

I saw that Jiang Feiyun's whole body was motionless without wind, and the skin on his fingers became pale and bloodless, like indestructible steel.

"Xu Shen Phantom Physique God Kite Hand—"

Seeing this posture, the monk's expression suddenly changed, and he began to be suspicious.

Although Jiang Feiyun seemed to be a young man with only a weak crown, why did his cultivation suddenly become unpredictable?
Moreover, the sudden change in Jiang Feiyun's skin color clearly hinted at the outbreak of a martial skill.

The novice swallowed a mouthful of saliva, calmed down a little, and shouted to everyone: "Brothers, this kid is nothing more than bluffing. He is just a brat, why should we be afraid?"

After hearing this, more than a dozen monks immediately became firm.

"Junior Brother is right. At this age, this kid's cultivation level is at most equal to ours. But he is alone, so why should we be afraid?"

Among the crowd, whoever said an inspiring word, everyone seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, full of fighting spirit.

Jiang Feiyun shook his head lightly, these monks recited scriptures every day, could it be that they have become like elm heads, and they actually believe in the one-sided words of their teachers and brothers.

"You only have one chance, come on -"

Jiang Feiyun respected that these people were hard-working monks, so let's challenge them in an upright manner.

But this sentence fell into the ears of these people, but it turned into a kind of arrogance.

With a kick on the soles of their feet, more than a dozen people rushed out in unison.

Every time these people stepped out, the floor immediately burst into cracks, and the ground was like waves, undulating.

Jiang Feiyun clenched his fists tightly, then opened his bow left and right, and continued to punch all around.

Every punch brought out howling wind, leaving phantoms in the air, as if more than a dozen fists were striking at the same time.

Boom boom boom...

The monk who rushed up first, before he got close to Jiang Feiyun, was thrown away by Qi Qi and fell in all directions.

"Um!?"

Jiang Feiyun snorted coldly, as if there were eyes on the back of his head, and he could clearly see the monk who was sneaking up on him.

Following a whip kick from the person behind him, Jiang Feiyun stepped aside and disappeared instantly.

"what?!"

After the man lost his foot, he looked ahead in horror.

As for Jiang Feiyun, he was nowhere to be found.

A wave of horror suddenly rushed to his back, which made him shiver.

"Are you looking for me?"

Hearing the sound, the man turned around, his eyes went dark for an instant, and was slapped by a hand, his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the branch of a tree.

In just a few breaths, more than a dozen people all retreated, lying on the ground in disarray, moaning.

Jiang Feiyun's gaze immediately turned to that novice.

Seen by Jiang Feiyun, the monk's legs trembled in fright, but he still suppressed the panic in his heart and threatened: "Fang Fang... Si, do you know where this is? If we preside over it, we will definitely not let it go You. Why don't you take this opportunity to escape now?

While speaking, the monk hid his hand behind his back, and a blade suddenly shot out from his hand.

Suddenly, the corner of Shami's mouth grinned sinisterly, and then unexpectedly threw the blade in his hand towards Jiang Feiyun.

call out--

The blade was like a sharp arrow, cutting through the air and shooting towards Jiang Feiyun's eyebrows.

Although Jiang Feiyun had noticed the opponent's tricks, he stood still and did not retreat.

Seeing that his ploy was about to succeed, the novice's face was filled with complacency.

"Hmph, you're still young after all!"

However, just as the novice was secretly delighted, the next scene stunned him.

clang--

The blade hit Jiang Feiyun's forehead, made a sound of metal impact, and then bounced away.

"what?"

The novice monk was completely dumbfounded, as if seeing a ghost, is this kid still human, he is actually invulnerable.

The corner of Jiang Feiyun's mouth smiled evilly, Xu Shen's phantom body can harden the whole body.

As long as he didn't receive a fatal and powerful attack, Jiang Feiyun would not be hurt at all.

"A despicable person like you is not worthy of being a monk. Let me help you become a Buddha!"

Jiang Feiyun suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the air.

The blade that flew out suddenly froze in the air, buzzing and trembling.

The blade seemed to be pulled by an invisible suction force, and then flew to Jiang Feiyun's fingertips.

Jiang Feiyun clamped the blade that flew back with two fingers, aiming the sharp blade at the monk.

Seeing this scene, the novice shuddered with fright, and ran back frantically.

"Want to run? Can you run?"

This novice has repeatedly plotted against Jiang Feiyun. Jiang Feiyun is not the kind of person who can be bullied at will, and he will make him pay the price today.

Jiang Feiyun flicked his fingers, and the blade in his hand shot towards the back of the monk's head with a burst of force.

call out--

The novice monk who was running away suddenly heard a life-threatening sound of breaking through the air behind him, and hurriedly turned around in fright.

When he saw the rapidly firing blade, he instinctively yelled towards the back of the temple:

"Help the host—"

call!
Just when the deadly blade was about to hit the novice, the leaves falling around were suddenly swept up by a gust of wind, and then gathered around the novice.

The sharp blade hit these gathered dead leaves, as if hitting a layer of iron skin, wiping out a burst of sparks, and then bounced out and fell to the ground.

"what!"

When Jiang Feiyun saw this scene, he was immediately surprised, and then looked at the back of the temple.

Just now, he clearly felt that the spiritual energy in the surrounding air was suddenly pulled and moved, so that the wind could be generated on the ground, and these dead leaves without attacking power could be gathered together.

Reminiscent of the "host" shouted by the monk just now, Jiang Feiyun immediately understood.

"It turns out that the old guy has been hiding behind the monastery."

Knowing this earlier, Jiang Feiyun broke into the backyard directly, found the host, and asked everything clearly, so there was no need to waste so much time here.

Jiang Feiyun took a deep breath, the vitality contained in his body gathered in his lungs, and then shouted loudly towards the surroundings:

"I'm going to Jiang Feiyun to pay a visit to the host of the White Horse Temple—"

In the forest on the mountainside, Jiang Feiyun's loud voice echoed everywhere, and the lingering sound was loud, spreading to every corner.

However, after waiting for a while, there was no movement in this quiet world.

There was no response from the temple either.

Jiang Feiyun frowned suddenly, why didn't the host dare to come out to meet him?

Could it be that there are ghosts in my heart?
Jiang Feiyun raised his energy again, mixed it with the sound, increased his volume, and shouted forward:
"I'm going to Jiang Feiyun to pay a visit to the host of the White Horse Temple—"

However, what this world gave back to Jiang Feiyun was still silence.

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