Chapter 237 - 123 Great Mighty Dragon vs Heavenly Gang Wuji (Please Subscribe)_3

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Chapter 237: Chapter 123 Great Mighty Dragon vs Heavenly Gang Wuji (Please Subscribe)_3Nuns can also be referred to as Daoist. Xu Qing muttered to herself, what’s a Buddhist Monk like him doing knowing a female Daoist for no reason, could there be an illicit affair? Iron Fairy greeted Xu Qing and said, "Mr. Xu, don’t listen to Brother Yan Kong’s nonsense. My humble skills are not worthy of showing off before two such distinguished individuals." In the worldly society, the strong are revered. Both Xu Qing and Yan Kong are authentic practitioners of Refining Internal, even the usually haughty Iron Fairy didn’t dare to act rashly in front of Xu Qing. Xu Qing has obtained a lot of information about people of the worldly society from Su Lianqing. He knew of Iron Fairy, but was unaware that the old Monk had a connection with her. Xu Qing suspected that the Monk had probably been snubbed after fawning over her in the past. Only after Refining Internal and attaining Divine Manifestation, did he gain the goddess’s acknowledgment. Huang Tianhu, on the other hand, was specially instructed by Xiong Chan to come to Golden Ray Monastery to support the cause. Last time was a matter of acquaintance through combat. Now that Great Zen Temple recognized Yan Kong’s strength, they naturally wanted to rekindle old ties. After all, major and minor sects alike were only separated by a thin strip of water. Any past bad blood was just water under the bridge. Searᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. As a person, the most important thing is to be happy, just look forward to the future. It must be said, Xiong Chan has quite the vision. No wonder he managed to win the hearts of the heroes of the Northern worldly society under such difficult circumstances at the Great Zen Temple, earning himself the nickname "World-saving Vajra." Actually, when Xiong Chan first started out, his nickname was "Brash Vajra," a man whose temper was as quick as fire. After taking on the position of the Abbott, his Martial Arts and Buddhist Law became even more profound, his temper was restrained, and he almost never engaged in combat with others anymore. But the heroes of the Northern worldly society dared not underestimate him even more. Xu Qing clasped his hands towards Iron Fairy: "Fairy’s Plum Flower Fist is unparalleled in Central State. I have long admired it and am fortunate to witness it today..." Iron Fairy couldn’t help but smile, "Mr. Xu is also aware of my Plum Flower Fist." She had seen that Xu Qing, despite his young age, was a master of Refining Internal, and had assumed that someone like him would be arrogant like the young Xiong Chan, with a very high regard for himself. She did not anticipate that her reputation would reach Xu Qing’s ears. She was naturally overjoyed by it. Yan Kong watched, the corner of his mouth twitching, for his attempt to win Iron Fairy’s favor by inviting her for Yellow Millet Rice, the old Daoist nun hadn’t smiled at him even once. Why is it that with a bit of flattery from Xu Qing, she blooms into a smile? Is there such a disparity between people? What exactly makes him inferior to Xu Qing? However, with Xu Qing coming to help, Yan Kong felt a great sense of relief and had even more confidence deep in his heart. Moreover, since Xu Qing did not mention the scholar exam, Yan Kong did not ask. Seeing such a great master as Xu Qing at Golden Ray Monastery gave both Iron Fairy and Huang Tianhu even more confidence in Yan Kong’s battle tomorrow. Xu Qing’s arrival at Golden Ray Monastery was indeed to give the old Monk confidence. After all, no matter how formidable the old man was, having entered Refining Internal and Divine Manifestation, he had yet to fight someone at this level, and besides, he was getting on in years. In a contest between masters, confidence is actually very important. Xu Qing settled into his guest room at Golden Ray Monastery. The next day, Yan Kong called the monks of the monastery to the Grand Hall early, waiting for the arrival of Gu Wuji. Fayue had also returned to Jiangning Prefecture with Xu Qing previously. At the moment, outside the Grand Hall, he reminded the welcoming monk, "Wuda, pull yourself together, you’re going to greet the guests at the mountain gate." "Yes," Wuda hurriedly responded. After Fayue left, the welcoming monk quickly went to the mountain gate. Half an hour later, a cloud of dust billowed from the distant mountain path. One after another, people from the worldly society with Observation Cards entered the mountain gate, where Martial Monks from the monastery and government officers from the County Government and Government maintained order. The observation cards for this decisive battle were mostly held by the Officials, making up seventy percent, and all government officers had a share, leading to high spirits. However, Golden Ray Monastery hastily made many small Buddha statues of Master Yan Kong; if Yan Kong wins, they will definitely be bestsellers throughout the worldly society of South Zhili. These small Buddha statues depicted Master Yan Kong in the various poses of Arhat Fist, all one hundred and eight styles in total. Collecting the entire set meant learning the foundational Arhat Fist that a master of Refining Internal once practiced. It is said that altogether, only ten complete sets could be assembled. Each set is a treasure that could circulate in the worldly society for a hundred years. It is rumored that this idea came from Elder Yan Zhi, who was sent to work in the vegetable garden by Yan Kong and previously held the position of supervisor. If the Buddha statues sell well this time, he might return to his supervisory role. Hence, lately, many monks went to the vegetable garden to light cold stoves in advance. All in all, there are people who specialize in their professions. Elder Yan Zhi previously managed the finances of Golden Ray Monastery and was a professional. After this rise and fall, he will certainly act much more cautiously, and perhaps this time he might return to his position as supervisor and sit more securely in the future! Just before noon, guests from all directions had already been waiting in the mountain gate for quite a long time. Gu Wuji was carried up the mountain in a palanquin by his disciples, rushing at break-neck speed. His display was grand; upon arriving at the mountain gate, he scattered many petals along the way. These were the Buddhist’s Manjushahua, also known as the flowers of the other shore. They were not easy to find. Gu Wuji had spent a large sum of money to collect them. The implication of him scattering flowers was to send the old monk off to the other shore. After all, he was somewhat superstitious. Regrettably, even so, when leaving home this morning, he also heard the cawing of crows, ominous indeed. But the iron blue of Gu Wuji’s face, as he sat in the palanquin, was not because of this. He had inquired beforehand that the buzz around the fistfight betting was immense, and he wanted to persuade Yan Kong to cooperate, setting up a betting ring to run alongside the event. However, the old monk didn’t give him the time of day, instead turning around and selling Observation Cards through the government officials. He didn’t get any benefit from it. The True Gang Sect’s expansion into South Zhili was naturally drawn to the prosperity of the area; exerting effort for the Young Master of Duke Wei’s Mansion was, to put it plainly, for the sake of money. If the price set by the old monk was right, it wouldn’t have mattered if he lost. But to his surprise, the old monk was so obstinately unreasonable, and even arranged these commercial activities without including him. The murderous intent in Gu Wuji’s heart was utterly uncontrollable. That money should have been his! He couldn’t help but complain inwardly about the stinginess of Duke Wei’s Mansion, for not helping him establish a connection with Jiangning Prefecture’s Government and share in this lucrative opportunity. "What a long-established and operated Duke Mansion, it appears to be all show and no substance, fearing even a mere scholar." Gu Wuji thought of Xu Qing, whom he actually held a considerable fear of. As he arrived at the mountain gate, he was about to speak. Only to hear, from within the mountain gate, and several miles away from the Grand Hall, the sound of Zen chanting: "The patron from True Gang Sect, Gu, has traveled from afar. Please forgive this old monk for his age and frailty, incapable of greeting from afar, and accept the apologies. Well-said, well-said, Amitabha..." This voice, originating from the Grand Hall several miles away, reached the ears of everyone outside the mountain gate with utmost clarity, as though the speaker was right beside their ears. The important thing was, the old monk inside the vast hall several miles away, had already noticed their presence, demonstrating profound inscrutability. Gu Wuji didn’t expect that before even entering the mountain gate, the old monk had aimed a preemptive display of power. Now as he stood up from the palanquin, he did not wait for the welcoming monks to approach, and instead spoke: "I, Gu, am but a man of minor virtue, there is no need for the great master to come all the way to greet." Each one of his words was pronounced with heavy emphasis. Each word like the dull sound of a bell, the echoes resonating within and beyond the mountain gate, also reaching the Grand Hall of the Golden Ray Monastery. Only after he had said these words. The crowd in the Grand Hall saw a middle-aged man with a clear and stern face, clad in a blue robe, making his entrance with integrity. Yan Kong joined his palms together: "Is the guest Master Gu of the True Gang Sect? Truly, an exceptional presence." His continuous chanting of Zen in the Grand Hall unabatedly drowned out Gu Wuji’s resonating words. Those present, from the worldly society, couldn’t help but admire inwardly. Worthy of being a grandmaster of Refining Internal, they had yet to combat with actual swords or fists, but this intangible exchange alone was eye-opening, making the trip worthwhile. Gu Wuji spoke in a deep voice: "Great master, please make a move." As his words fell, his clothing billowed as an earth-shattering blood energy emerged. "True Gang Sect’s Heavenly Gang Wuji Skill," someone exclaimed silently. One could see Gu Wuji breathing rhythmically, the air around him becoming more intense, his body seemingly enveloped by an aura. Moreover, there were many knowledgeable people present who knew that Gu Wuji was accumulating power. If Yan Kong continued to watch without acting, Gu Wuji’s power would build up more significantly. And once Yan Kong made a move, he would let the opponent take action first but strike a devastatingly fierce blow himself. Yan Kong placed his palms together, "Well-said, well-said!" At the fall of his words, the muscles and bones in his body emitted a sonorous sound, like the roar of a dragon. And then, an actualized golden image of the Great Mighty Dragon Bodhisattva manifested in mid-air. Humming, humming, humming! "Divine Soul Manifestation! Great Mighty Dragon Bodhisattva!" Gu Wuji internally startled, but at this moment, as the bow was drawn, he had no choice but to shoot. The situation was such that there was no turning back. "Heavenly Gang Wuji!" He roared, employing the four-character Spell to regulate his breath and unleash an extremely fierce strike.

Chapter 237 - 123 Great Mighty Dragon vs Heavenly Gang Wuji (Please Subscribe)_3

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