Of course, this is not a god palm, this is the Buddha Zen Buddha's Vajra mudra, the palm print is condensed from the purest internal strength, when the general Buddhist master makes this move, there is no earth-shattering momentum of the gray-clothed monk, at most it is just a palm to shoot out, showing a five-finger size handprint. But the old monk didn't have any clapping action at all, and the big mudra of King Kong had condensed more than ten times larger out of thin air, and the grass and trees on the shore of the lake were blown to pieces, and the golden qi in the palm print rose slightly, almost condensing into a substantial Buddha palm!

Bang!

When this palm was pressed down, the earth shook, the dust flew, and the fallen leaves on the lakeside flew up one after another, like a strong wind transiting, flying sand and stones, full of gloom, the air flow surged wildly everywhere, and the loud noise was endless......

From this catastrophic smoke and dust, a sharp sword aura suddenly shot out, and with the momentum of a meteor, it rushed straight towards the gray-clothed old monk's face!

Since you have already made the first move, there is no politeness to be polite! Ye Fan escaped the catastrophe of the King Kong Great Handprint, and the flying sword immediately launched a counterattack.

In the eyes of the monk, it is not just a sword attack, but thousands of resentful souls who died under the sword of victory and evil to kill together, and the terrifying scene around has become a hell!

The light in the monk's eyes was like two red exercises, flying backwards, his palms were folded, and a string of Sanskrit sounds were chanted from his mouth, like an ethereal heavenly sound, word by word, and spit out!

"I, well, what, horn, mic, moo!"

Every time a syllable is recited, a Buddha light rolls out of the monk's body, sweeping away the resentment that emerges in front of him, and when all the six-character mantras are recited, there is only the flying sword of victory and evil in his eyes!

Sonorous!

With a pair of fleshy palms, the monk actually firmly clamped the sword of victory over evil!

"What a powerful bald donkey!" Ye Fan couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, this old monk's strength was only higher than him, not lower, and he could hold the flying sword, which was enough to prove that his cultivation was above the middle stage of the innate stage!

The monk smiled with a bodhisattva smile on his face, and said lightly: "Amitabha, the donor is young, and his cultivation is so profound, it can be seen that he is a person with great wisdom roots." It's just that the donor's body is too angry, and even this sword has been contaminated with infinite evil obstacles, so why not work with the poor monks, put aside worldly likes and dislikes, enter the deep mountains, and the six roots are pure, and cultivate into positive results?"

"Hey, old guy, you're preaching to me, open your eyes and see, can Lingguang Temple accommodate the dragon uncle!

This monk's attempt to convert him to Buddhism made Ye Fan even more angry, thinking of Long Qianqiu, who was imprisoned by Qingfeng Zhenren that day, losing his freedom of movement, like a trapped beast in a cage, Ye Fan couldn't tolerate the monk's unashamed words.

The sword of the Victory Evil Sword protruded, trembling in the hands of the monk, and the sound of the dragon's groan faintly sounded, as if it was about to get out of trouble!

The monk's complexion changed slightly, his palms were suddenly plated with a layer of golden light, shining his withered and thin cheeks, his cheekbones were reflected in red, and he resisted the flying sword with all his bare hands, but it was not something that could be done with his hands, it consumed a large amount of internal qi!

The pair of fleshy palms gradually became golden and shining, as if they were made of pure gold, not like human hands.

"Mighty King Kong Palm?" Ye Fan snorted coldly, his face didn't matter, and deep down he didn't dare to underestimate the monk.

This old monk's inner qi is extremely pure, and his physical body is tempered like King Kong under the Buddha's seat, invulnerable, which makes Ye Fan secretly anxious.

The strength of the two is equal, if you really want to fight to the death for a relic, it is really not worth it.

The two sides were feeling that it was difficult to ride a tiger, and when they reached a stalemate, a figure passed through the woods at great speed and landed on the lakeside!

"Moying, you came just in time, come and help!" Seeing who it was, Ye Fan was overjoyed.

The monk was slightly startled, and there was another helper? It was already difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, if there was another person, would he have to open a killing ring to survive this catastrophe?

"Stop, Ye Fan!" Mo Ying slightly distinguished the two people by the lake, and shouted nervously: "Don't hurt the Enlightenment Master!"

When Ye Fan heard this, he was so angry that his mouth was crooked, "What are you talking about? Which side are you? Elbows turned out? Don't tell me that you are the illegitimate daughter of this old monk! I'll just say, why did you call me to Lingguang Temple, there must be a cat!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ink Shadow stomped his feet in shame, "The Master of Enlightenment is my benefactor!"

"Benefactor, you are a killer, could it be that you have been released by a monk?" Ye Fan was angry in his heart at the moment, and he didn't think about what he said.

"No, you take back the flying sword first!" Seeing that persuasion failed, Mo Ying wanted to come over and pull his arm.

One of these two people is her life-saving benefactor, and although the other is not yet related, at least, Mo Ying is still counting on getting more resources and benefits from Ye Fan, and she doesn't want the two of them to have any mistakes.

Ye Fan's face was very ugly, and he shouted angrily: "I want to accept it, first tell your bald donkey father to let go!"

"Master of Enlightenment......" Mo Ying had no choice but to turn his gaze to the monk.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor, the poor monk has no intention of competing with others, so let it go!"

Zheng –

Ye Fan didn't take the opportunity to sneak attack, took back the victory and evil, and looked at the two of them coldly.

"Female benefactor, the poor monk doesn't seem to have seen you, you are ......" consciousness revealed a question.

"Of course you haven't seen her, her face has always been fake!" Ye Fan said sarcastically: "It is estimated that even if you see her true face, it will be in vain." ”

Mo Ying ignored his ridicule, let alone revealed his true colors, folded his hands, and bowed to the enlightened monk: "Master, do you remember the bowl of porridge you gave on the eighth day of the lunar month twelve years ago, on Chang'an Avenue?"

"It's a joke, if he can remember me, I won't have the surname Ye. Ye Fan was still sneering and disdainful on the side.

Soup soup is a regular activity held by monks, and who will remember how many bowls they have to give on that day?

"Twelve years ago......" Awakening lowered his eyelids and thought carefully, and suddenly realized something, and his expression was shocked!

"Is that you?!Is your mother okay?"

"Damn, is this okay?" This time it was Ye Fan's turn to be surprised, these two people actually remembered more than ten years, it seems that the bowl of porridge is unusual!

"My mother died that winter......" Ink Shadow replied with a nonchalant expression.

"Amitabha, the Buddha will protect her!" the Enlightenment Master sighed: "Your mother is a person who is related to the Buddha. Little donor, you have come to our temple, but what do you want to appeal to the Buddha?"

Mo Ying hesitated for a moment and said, "I originally came to spend the night, but now I ...... I guess, we'll just bother. ”

Her daughter's body has been exposed, and she doesn't want to cause trouble for enlightenment.

"Fate comes and goes, all are reincarnation, little donor, can you persuade this friend of yours to return the treasure of our temple?"

"This ...... Ye Fan, can you?" Mo Ying was a little embarrassed, after all, she had been taking advantage of Ye Fan, but she had not come up with any actual return, and now she had to open her mouth to persuade him to return the relics to Enlightenment, and her confidence was obviously insufficient.

"Can't! To tell you the truth, the relics are on me, and I tried my best to snatch them back from the thieves, so why should you pay them back if you say you? And this old monk, indiscriminately, does not repay his kindness, but wants to poison his benefactor, I don't think he has the consciousness of being a human being at all! The relics of the Buddha are also dusty orbs in his hands, and they are violent and ruined, so it is better to change places to offer them!"

The words made Mo Ying speechless, and even Enlightenment couldn't read a rebuttal with his mouth open.

After being silent for a long time, Mo Ying stubbornly asked, "Then how do you want to return the things to their original owners?"

"Is this your request?"

"Yes. Count me in debt to you. ”

"Don't owe, I don't like to settle accounts after the autumn, if you have a vengeance, you will report it on the same day, as long as you promise me one condition, I will immediately return the relics to the old monk!" Ye Fan squinted his eyes and stared at Mo Ying's face.

"What conditions?" the woman's eyes were a little flustered, and she didn't dare to look at him.

"Show Uncle what you look like!"