Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

In other words, the Golden Buddha Temple had a spirit. What was it trying to do?    

Ye Feng immediately looked at Elder Jin Qiu and asked.    

Elder Jin Qiu revealed a smile and shook his head, "I'm not too sure what it is doing. However, there is one thing that you can rest assured about. It will not harm your lives. The previous guests also left safe and sound in the end. "    

"That makes me feel at ease."    

Ye Feng nodded and smiled. Elder Jin Qiu suddenly thought of something and said to Ye Feng, "Almsgiver, I believe you have learned the eighteen fist techniques they used, right?"    

"Yes, I have. “    

Ye Feng nodded. Since he could crack the monks' fist techniques, he naturally had a deep understanding and understanding of the fist techniques they used. It was only natural for him to learn these eighteen fist techniques.    

Although this method was not plagiarizing, he still managed to get his hands on the other party's items. When Elder Jin Qiu asked, Ye Feng felt a little awkward.    

"Elder, don't worry. Although Ye Feng has learned these eighteen fist techniques, they will not be spread to the outside world. If it is not necessary, I will not easily use them."    

Ye Feng said seriously.    

"Hahahaha!"    

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Elder Jin Qiu couldn't help but laugh. After a while, he stopped and said, "Almsgiver Ye has misunderstood. This poor monk only asked to confirm that if Almsgiver Ye really learned it, this poor monk has something to tell you. "    

"Elder, please speak."    

Ye Feng stretched out his hand to signal.    

"These eighteen fist techniques are called the Evil Suppressing Fist. They are the top fist techniques of our Golden Buddha Temple. They are very effective against the Evil Spiritual Demon Devil."    

"From what I can see, the flames used by Benefactor Ye are quite compatible with this Evil Suppressing Fist Technique. If we can use them together, we can superimpose them, and their power will be greatly enhanced."    

Elder Jin Qiu's eyes were extraordinary. He could see that Ye Feng had a single technique. He said, "Benefactor Ye's combat experience is extraordinary, but his technique is too simple. This Evil Suppression Fist Technique will allow you to have more techniques."    

"Thank you, Elder. ......    

Jin Qiu's guidance was very reasonable. Ye Feng tried to use the Evil Suppressing Fist Technique to match the Fire of Annihilation. The power of the punch increased dramatically, although the power of the punch was not as great as the Evil Suppression Divine Fist. However, if he used all eighteen fist techniques in a row, the power would be greater than the Evil Suppressing Fist.    

After all, the Strangle Hell Divine Fist only had one punch, while the Strangle Hell Fist had eighteen moves.    

"Benefactor Ye, although this Strangle Hell Divine Fist is an important fist technique of our Golden Buddha Temple, we are not pedantic. Benefactor, if you meet a suitable person, please pass it on to him."    

"It can also be considered as the inheritance of our Golden Buddha Temple being spread out."    

"Elder Gao Yi."    

Ye Feng praised once more. Elder Jin Qiu's realm was very high. Compared to him, Ye Feng was just an ordinary person.    

However, Ye Feng didn't feel that there was anything wrong with ordinary people. They should do what they wanted to do and protect the people they wanted to protect. The world was so big. As long as they didn't offend him, it had nothing to do with him. This was also quite good.    

"Alright, this poor monk has nothing else to do. The two of you can head to the main hall."    

Elder Jin Qiu looked at Ye Feng and said with a smile, "The main hall should be guarded by my temple. There might be another test after your departure, but regardless of whether you pass it or not, you can leave the main hall safely. "    

"Thank you elder for informing me."    

Ye Feng cupped his fists and thanked him. Then, he brought Hu Ling'er out of the backyard. There was a golden passageway under their feet, and on both sides were withered trees. There was a flight of stairs that was tens of thousands of meters long.    

At the top of this flight of stairs was a magnificent palace. The plaque was inscribed with three big words - Golden Buddha Hall. These three big words were shining with a golden light, and they looked like dragons and phoenixes dancing in the wind. It was quite imposing.    

Ye Feng's expression slightly changed. When he thought of Elder Jin Qiu's advice, he relaxed a little. He brought Hu Ling'er to the golden staircase and walked forward step by step. It was like a Buddhist worshipper was paying a pilgrimage to the great hall.    

When they finally arrived at the entrance of the main hall, they saw that the golden door was already open. In the middle of the main hall, huge golden Buddha statues stood. These Buddha statues all had sorrowful eyes and kind expressions. They made people feel at ease when they looked at them.    

In the middle of the main hall, a skinny old monk wearing a golden kasaya sat cross-legged on the ground. He closed his eyes and kept fiddling with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He was muttering something under his breath.    

"Is it your temple's abbot?"    

Ye Feng bowed and asked in a low voice.    

The skinny old monk didn't respond to Ye Feng, as if he didn't hear it, and his eyelids didn't even move.    

Ye Feng raised his brows slightly. Elder Jin Qiu had already indicated that there would be a test in the hall. This shouldn't be fake.    

In that case, what kind of test was this? Ye Feng was certain that even if the abbot ignored him, he wouldn't be able to leave the hall safely. He had to pass the test first.    

"May I ask, what is the test of the Golden Buddha Hall?"    

Ye Feng didn't like to beat around the bush, so he went straight to the point.    

If the preceptor of the Golden Buddha Temple didn't answer, Ye Feng would prepare to explore it himself.    

At this moment, the abbot opened his eyes and looked at the two of them, causing them to freeze on the spot.    

The eyes of the abbot were like an endless abyss and also like a deep whirlpool. There was a mysterious and extraordinary charm circulating in them. One glance at them would cause one to sink into it and be unable to extricate themselves from it.    

Ye Feng felt that his consciousness was muddled and muddled. He wanted to resist but felt a force pulling him away. He couldn't resist being pulled away.    

His muddle-headed consciousness regained consciousness. When Ye Feng opened his eyes, he found that he was already in a prison car.    

There were many people in this prison wagon. All of them were in ragged clothes and were as thin as firewood. They had a lot of essence, energy, and spirit when they vented their anger. One look and one could tell that they were not going to live for long.    

But even so, these people were bound by iron handcuffs and cuffs. Their skin and flesh were all grinded, and their flesh and blood were dripping. Some of them even revealed their bones.    

Ye Feng frowned when he saw this. There were numerous flies flying around them, buzzing as they landed on their bodies.    

He looked at himself and found that he was also as thin as firewood, but he did not feel that something was wrong.    

Because Ye Feng's memory had disappeared, he only remembered that his name was Ye Feng. He was one of the prisoners in this batch, and he was going to be escorted to the execution ground to be beheaded.    

But Ye Feng didn't know what he had committed, what he had done, and why he was going to be beheaded.    

"Old mister, what's wrong with us?"    

Ye Feng nervously looked at the old man beside him. The old man's eye sockets were deep, as if his eyeballs had been gouged out.    

But the old man's eyes were still there. He was just too thin, which was why he looked like he was neither human nor ghost.    

"I, we..."    

The old man muttered to himself twice and suddenly revealed a mournful and miserable smile. "We are too poor. The adults do not allow poor people to exist."    

"What kind of logic is this?"    

Ye Feng's entire body trembled. A wave of nameless fury surged out from his heart. He had an impulse to start a massacre.    

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