World Wide Martial Art

Just as he was about to leave, Ye Feng suddenly remembered something. Elder Jin Qiu had said before that it was not the monks in the temple who forced him and Hu Ling'er to enter the Golden Buddha Temple, but the Golden Buddha Temple itself.

So, this Golden Buddha Temple has a spirit, what does it want to do?

Ye Feng immediately looked at Elder Jinqiu and asked.

Elder Jin Qiu smiled, shook his head and said: "I don't know what it is doing, but I don't know much about it, but donors can rest assured that it will not harm your lives. The previous visitors all left safely in the end."

"This actually makes me feel at ease."

Ye Feng nodded and smiled. Elder Jin Qiu suddenly remembered something and said to Ye Feng: "Donor, you must have learned all the eighteen boxing techniques they used, right?"

"Yeah, I learned it."

Ye Feng nodded. He could decipher the monks' boxing techniques, so he naturally had a lot of understanding and understanding of the boxing techniques they used. It was natural for him to learn these eighteen boxing techniques.

Although this method is not plagiarism, it is still getting someone else's things. Elder Jin Qiu asked, and Ye Feng was also a little embarrassed.

"Elder, don't worry. Although Ye Feng has learned these eighteen styles of boxing, he will not spread it to others. I will not use it easily unless necessary."

Ye Feng said seriously.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After listening to Ye Feng's words, Elder Jin Qiu burst out laughing. He stopped after a while and said, "Donor Ye misunderstood. I just want to make sure. If Donor Ye has really learned it, I can tell you something."

"Elder, please speak."

Ye Feng stretched out his hand to signal.

"These eighteen styles of boxing are called evil-suppressing boxing. They are the top boxing skills of our Golden Buddha Temple. They are used to deal with evil spirits and demons, and they have a strong restraint effect."

"The flames that I, Guanye Donor, used before are very consistent with this evil-suppressing fist method. If they can be used together and superimposed on each other, the power will be greatly increased."

Elder Jin Qiu had a good eye. He saw that Ye Feng's method was single, and said: "Donor Ye has extraordinary combat experience, but his method is too single. This evil-suppressing boxing method can give you more methods."

"Thank you, elder."

Jin Qiu's advice made sense. Ye Feng tried to use the Suppressing Evil Fist together with the Fire of Annihilation, and the power really skyrocketed. Although the power of one punch alone was not as powerful as the Prison Suppressing God Fist, if the eighteen styles of boxing were used continuously, the power would be there. Above the Prison Suppressing Divine Fist.

After all, the Prison-Suppressing Divine Fist only has one punch, while the Evil-Suppressing Fist has eighteen styles.

"Donor Ye, although this Prison Suppressing God Fist is a very important boxing technique in our Golden Buddha Temple, we are not pedantic. If the donor meets a suitable person, please teach him."

"It can be considered that the inheritance of my Golden Buddha Temple can be spread."

"The elder is righteous."

Ye Feng once again praised Elder Jin Qiu's lofty realm, and compared with him, Ye Feng was just a common man.

But Ye Feng doesn't think there's anything wrong with ordinary people. He does what he wants to do and protects the people he wants to protect. The world is so big, good, evil, and hatred have nothing to do with him as long as he doesn't offend him. This is good.

"Okay, the poor monk has nothing to do. You two can go to the main hall."

Elder Jin Qiu looked at Ye Feng and smiled and said: "The main hall should be guarded by the abbot of our temple. There may be another test after you go, but no matter whether you pass it or not, you can leave the main hall safely."

"Thank you, elder, for telling me."

Ye Feng cupped his fists to say thank you, and then took Hu Ling'er out of the backyard. Under his feet was a golden passage, with dry trees on both sides, and a 10,000-meter-long staircase guarding it.

At the top of the stairs is a splendid hall. On the plaque are engraved the three characters "Golden Buddha Hall". These three characters are shining with golden light, flying dragons and phoenixes, and are quite impressive.

Ye Feng's face was slightly condensed, but he relaxed a little after thinking of Elder Jinqiu's instructions. He led Hu Ling'er on the golden stairs, walking honestly step by step, like a Buddhist pilgrim on a pilgrimage, towards the main hall.

When I finally arrived at the door of the main hall, I saw that the golden door was open. There were huge golden Buddha statues standing in the main hall. These Buddha statues all had compassionate eyes and kind expressions, which made people feel at ease.

In the center of the hall, a skinny old monk wearing a golden cassock sat cross-legged on the ground. He closed his eyes, twirled a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and muttered something in his mouth.

"Is it the host of your temple?"

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 him and didn't even move his eyelids.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly. Elder Jin Qiu had already stated that there would be a test when he came to the main hall. This should not be false.

If so, what is this test? Ye Feng dared to conclude that even if the abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple ignored him, he would not be able to leave the hall safely and must pass the test first.

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

Ye Feng didn't like beating around the bush and asked straight to the point.

If the abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple did not answer, Ye Feng would be ready to explore on his own.

At this moment, the abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple opened his eyes. He looked at Ye Feng and the two of them, but their eyes instantly went straight and they froze in place.

The eyes of the Master of the Golden Buddha Temple are like an endless abyss or a deep whirlpool, with a mysterious and extraordinary charm flowing in it. Just one look at it will make you fall deeply into it and be unable to extricate yourself.

Ye Feng felt that his consciousness was hazy and unclear. He wanted to resist but felt a pulling force coming from him. He could not resist being pulled away.

After his hazy consciousness came back to consciousness, Ye Feng opened his eyes, only to find that he was already on top of a prison car.

There are many people in this prison car, all of them are in ragged clothes, as thin as wood, and they are very energetic. At first glance, they look like they are going to die soon.

But even so, these people were restrained by iron handcuffs and shackles, their skin and flesh were worn away, their flesh was dripping with blood, and some even had their bones exposed.

Ye Feng frowned as he saw that there were dense flies flying around them, landing on them and buzzing.

He looked at himself and found that he was also skinny, but he didn't feel anything was wrong.

Because Ye Feng's memory has disappeared, now he only remembers that his name is Ye Feng, and he is one of these prisoners who will be escorted to the execution ground and beheaded.

But Ye Feng had no idea what he had committed, what evil he had done, and why he was beheaded.

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

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

But the old man's eyes are still there. He is just too thin, which is why he looks like a human being or a ghost.

"I, we..."

The old man murmured twice and suddenly showed a sad smile, "We are too poor, adults do not allow poor people to exist."

"What's the point?"

Ye Feng trembled all over, and there was an unknown anger rising from his heart, and he had the urge to go on a killing spree.