"Dharma protector?"
Zhang Huanshui sneered and narrowed his eyes instantly: "I, the fourth generation headmaster of the Taoist sect, followed your protector of Qinglian Temple into the valley, but will anyone leave alive?"
"Is that old guy from Ming Jing here to protect the law, or is he here to take advantage of someone else's misfortune? Or... is he here to kill people and silence them?"
"Daozhang Zhang, please."
The young monk ignored Zhang Huanshui's intention and raised his hand with a "please" gesture, signaling Zhang Huanshui to go to Qinglian Temple.
"Haha, that old guy doesn't think that sending a young guy like you can stop me, does he?"
Zhang Huanshui sneered and said in a deep voice: "Get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
"Daozhang Zhang, please!"
The young monk remained calm and made the same gesture to Zhang Huanshui.
Zhang Huanshui condensed his eyes, stopped talking nonsense, moved his body, and walked straight towards the young monk. The long sword behind his back was unsheathed, and the cold light flashed, and he stabbed straight at the young monk!
"Taoist Zhang, I have no intention of starting a fight with you. My master has said that please don't embarrass me."
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The young monk looked like a ghost, dodging left and right to avoid Zhang Huanshui's sword light. He was soft-spoken but his tone was calm, and he seemed to be able to face Zhang Huanshui's fierce offensive with ease.
"You talk a lot of nonsense!"
Zhang Huanshui shouted coldly, and a yellow talisman appeared in his sleeve robe. The talisman ignited instantly, the electric light flashed inside, and the thunder in his palm struck the little monk's chest!
"Amitabha."
The little monk stepped back a little, and used his flesh palm to meet Zhang Huanshui's thunderous palm.
There was a muffled sound of "bump", and the little monk remained motionless, but Zhang Huanshui was shaken by the force of the counter-shock and took several steps back.
"How can it be?"
Zhang Huanshui's eyes were full of shock, and he stared at the young monk in front of him in disbelief.
"Amitabha."
The young monk clasped his palms together again, and faced Zhang Huanshui. The young monk's palms were not injured at all, and he lowered his head calmly: "Taoist Zhang, if you were in the outside world, with your cultivation level, you would not need to use a spell to kill me, but right now, In this Shennong Valley, the young monk occupies an advantageous position, please come with me back to Qinglian Temple."
Zhang Huanshui's palms were still trembling slightly. He never expected that his dignified Taoist sect leader, now the most powerful Taoist sect, could not even defeat a young monk, and he felt endless humiliation in his heart.
Just as he was about to continue his action, Ning Chen's calm voice sounded beside him: "Okay, it's not suitable to use Taoist magic here, so you'd better not take action."
Zhang Huanshui lowered his head, looking lonely, and did not reply.
The young monk also looked at Ning Chen, with a glimmer of light in his eyes. Zhang Huanshui was the head of the Taoist sect and had a respected status, so he was so respectful to Ning Chen.
"This donor, may I ask who you are..."
The young monk hurriedly bowed to Ning Chen and asked.
Ning Chen looked at the young monk lightly and said coldly: "Go back and tell Master Mingjing to get out of Shennong Valley, or you will bear the consequences."
"Haha, this Shennong Valley is the place where our Buddhism is cultivated. It has been like this for thousands of years. Why is the donor talking so wildly?"
The young monk laughed and shook his head, as if he had heard a joke and didn't take it to heart at all.
Not to mention Ning Chen, even if Zhang Huanshui and his Taoist disciples arrived, they still couldn't drive Qinglian Temple out of Shennong Valley.
"Palm mouth!"
Ning Chen's expression suddenly darkened, and he slapped the young monk from the air.
The smile on the little monk's face had not subsided when he felt a huge force hit his face, and his whole body was blown away, and he fell into the bushes in a miserable state.
"gone."
Ning Chen spoke calmly and stepped forward to clear the way.
Zhang Huanshui hurriedly followed.
From the bushes, the young monk crawled out in embarrassment. Ning Chen and Zhang Huanshui could no longer be seen, with a look of annoyance on his face.
But Ning Chen's voice sounded faintly in his ears: "Remember my words, I came out of Shennong Valley and I don't want to see your Qinglian Temple still here!"
The little monk's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth, but did not dare to pursue him.
The environment in Shennong Valley is strange and the spiritual energy is cut off. To be able to display magical powers here requires at least the strength of the Emperor Wu. At this moment, the young monk did not dare to hesitate anymore and hurried towards Qinglian Temple.
Ning Chen and Zhang Huanshui entered Shennong Valley and went all the way deep.
"Mr. Ning..."
Zhang Huanshui said: "Just now, did you see any sect skills from the little monk's methods? Several leaders of our sect..."
"You guys are all here, you can see for yourself when the time comes."
Ning Chen replied calmly. As he was walking, he suddenly stopped and looked up. He went to a boulder and saw a white deer standing proudly, staring at the two of them with cold eyes.
Zhang Huanshui couldn't help but shudder. The white deer was condescending, with its head held high, and its expression gave people a sense of arrogance. What was even weirder was the look in its eyes, which contained a bit of human warning!
As if to warn them that they had better go back the way they came and not take another half step forward.
"Mr. Ning, this..."
Zhang Huanshui's expression changed. The journey was uneventful. They didn't feel any danger at all. Until this moment, the mere white deer didn't look abnormal at all, but it gave him a chill down his spine.
"It's just a small trick, don't worry about it."
Ning Chen sneered, narrowed his eyes, and continued to move forward without paying any attention.
Zhang Huanshui was filled with confusion at this moment, but he could only bite the bullet and follow Ning Chen's footsteps, not daring to fall behind at all.
Continuing to move forward, Zhang Huanshui finally discovered something unusual. As the two walked along, the jungle was lush and lush. On the surface, it was a prosperous scene, but it was terrifyingly quiet, with no sound at all!
There seems to be no animals in this dense forest!
What happened to the white deer just now?
Upon discovering the abnormality, Zhang Huanshui felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Ning, I wonder if you noticed anything strange in the forest. The white deer just now..."
"Did you just find out?"
Ning Chen said calmly: "It's no big deal, it's just the incarnation of spiritual thoughts."
"The incarnation of divine thoughts?"
Zhang Huanshui was horrified: "Mr. Ning, is the true master of the incarnation of spiritual thoughts in Shennong Valley? Who can have such a method? Is it true that real gods are not ordinary people?"
"immortal?"
Ning Chen sneered: "According to the classification of warriors and immortals, this should be regarded as the method of immortals."
Immediately, Ning Chen turned to look at Zhang Huanshui and continued: "If you regret it now, it's still too late to go back along the original road, which is the direction of the green lotus color. You can go back now."
Zhang Huanshui was startled and shook his head hastily: "No, Mr. Ning, this is the closest I have come to the truth. I must see the truth with my own eyes!"
Ning Chen said no more, and the two of them continued to move forward, and finally a cliff appeared in front of them.
Where the light is visible below, intricate purple vines grow tangled, and below that is pitch black, bottomless.
