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69: The Buddhist son of the Hanging Temple in the ancient pure land! The Son of God VS the Young Supreme!The sudden voice instantly made Qin Han’s hair stand on end.

Someone was actually able to walk behind him silently, without revealing the slightest bit of Qi!

Whoosh!

Qin Han immediately turned around and punched, heavily striking the person’s forehead.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and his full-power strike not only failed to repel the person,

but he was instead forced back several steps.

“What a hard forehead,” Qin Han said with a solemn expression.

One must know that his current strength was difficult for even Ancient Remnant Species like Zhugan, known for their powerful Physical Body, to withstand.

But the young monk in front of him, clad in a kasaya, took his punch head-on and was actually fine?

Chanting Buddhist scriptures and eating vegetarian food made them this formidable?

“Who are you?” Qin Han asked in a deep voice.

Although he did not feel any killing intent, he did not think it was a good thing for the other party to seek him out.

Chu Jiangnian and Wu De both showed confused expressions.

The latter spoke directly: “The Sect Grand Competition of Heavenly Yang Que, why is there a bald donkey here?”

In his impression, Eastern Que Spirit State had no temples, nor any Martial Artist who cultivated Buddhism.

The young monk in front of him had a fair complexion, red lips and white teeth, a benevolent expression, and a devout appearance of wanting to enlighten all living beings.

He looked like he came from Ximo Ancient State no matter how one looked at him.

“amitabha, this humble monk Jiekong, from Xuankong Temple in Ximo Ancient State, is merely passing through and wishes to ask for directions, with absolutely no ill intent.”

“If I have been presumptuous, I hope Benefactor will forgive me,” Jiekong said softly with hands clasped together.

His voice was very soft, and when he spoke, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the Void Realm, making people feel refreshed and at ease.

It was as if one was in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

A very ordinary self-introduction, but to Wu De, it sounded like a clap of thunder.

“Xuankong Temple? You’re from that place?!”

“What kind of place is that?” Chu Jiangnian saw his ghost-like expression and became even more curious.

Qin Han also cast a questioning glance at him.

Ximo Ancient State and Eastern Que Spirit State were separated by Zhong Sheng Divine Continent.

The two sides were separated by more than billions of miles?

If a King- Hou wanted to cross this distance, they would not be able to reach the other end in their entire life.

But the young novice monk in front of him did not look like he was lying at all.

Moreover, there was Buddhist light flickering above his head, indicating that he was born with a Buddha-nature, a seed that the many temples in Ximo Ancient State would not let go of.

“It is the place where your Human Race’s True Martial Great Emperor sought the Dao,” the God-Slaying Stone’s voice came.

“What?!” This time, it was Chu Jiangnian’s turn to be shocked.

True Martial Great Emperor fought his entire life, creating countless Martial Skills and Cultivation Techniques, benefiting the Desolate Ancient.

His contribution to the Martial Dao could be said to be unique throughout the ages.

It could be said that many of the now famous Martial Skills and Cultivation Techniques had the shadow of True Martial Great Emperor.

This included many Desolate Ancient aristocratic families.

However, it was this exceptionally talented existence.

When he was still the Human Emperor, he once set foot in Xuankong Temple to seek the Dao.

This act caused a sensation throughout the entire Ximo Ancient State at that time.

One must know that Xuankong Temple was born in the Primordial Era, detached from the world, cultivating only Buddhist Dharma.

Yet, it stood out when many great horrors descended.

The most famous battle was when the True Self Buddha raised his palm to suppress and kill a terrifying creature comparable to a Great Emperor.

Since then, the fame of Xuankong Temple spread far and wide.

In countless battles, as long as living beings were affected, there would be a shadow of Xuankong Temple behind it.

Therefore, this temple was also known as the Desolate Ancient Pure Land.

The Desolate Ancient Pure Land only allowed those who cultivated Buddhism to enter; ordinary Martial Artist had to pass the test of the Eighteen Arhats to be qualified.

True Martial Great Emperor was exceptionally powerful, taking a full year to pass the test.

What happened inside later was unknown to anyone.

The world only knew that after True Martial Great Emperor emerged from Xuankong Temple, he only said four words:

“Buddhist Dharma is boundless.”

Thus, a few years later, he forcefully stepped into the Saint Realm!

He also created the unparalleled Emperor Art—True Self Pagoda Art.

This caused many later generations to imitate him, but they ultimately stopped at the Eighteen Arhat Formation.

The fame of Xuankong Temple was extraordinary; even in the distant Eastern Que Spirit State, many people had heard of this name.

Now, the young novice monk in front of them actually came from Xuankong Temple.

How could Wu De not be shocked?

However, even more shocking things were yet to come.

Jiekong looked at Wu De seriously and said, “This humble monk recognizes your ancestors; they once tried to dig up the Buddha’s tomb.”

“Is that so?” Wu De was suddenly stunned, then scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

“My ancestors did such a morally bankrupt thing?”

“They were caught by Great Master Kurong and taught a lesson, then sent back to Eastern Que Spirit State,” Jiekong said.

With his past exposed, Wu De felt extremely ashamed, secretly cursing his ancestors for how they ended up robbing tombs at Xuankong Temple.

They had truly great guts.

According to historical records, this Great Master Kurong was also a formidable person.

Although he never became an Emperor, he lived through many eras and still looked like a middle-aged man.

His strength was unfathomable; he once took a punch from True Martial Great Emperor and retreated unharmed.

“You just said you were looking for someone, who?” Qin Han asked curiously.

Jiekong turned his head and looked at Qin Han intently for a moment, his pupils flickering with Buddhist light, “This humble monk, according to the Abbot’s instructions, has come to find the one who can break through Wudi Pass.”

Wudi Pass?

Qin Han had heard this name many times.

“Benefactor, do you know who rang the lingxiao bell twelve times?” Jiekong asked.

He’s looking for me?

Qin Han was quite surprised and nodded, “I know.”

However, before he could speak again, Jiekong interrupted, “No need to say more, this humble monk will find him himself.”

Qin Han: ???

Seriously, buddy.

What kind of twisted logic is that?

You clearly wanted to ask for directions, and after finding a Lingxiao Holy Land Disciple, you won’t let me speak.

What about the saying that monks don’t lie?

“This humble monk is curious about one thing, and I hope Benefactor can enlighten me,” Jiekong slowly stepped back.

“What?” Qin Han subconsciously blurted out.

“All living beings in the world have karma due to their good and evil deeds, and this humble monk has always wanted to see the scenery of Hell.”

“Benefactor, may I have a look?” The Buddhist light above Jiekong’s head flared, and ten thousand rays of light shot straight into the sky!

“Oh my, the true Great Buddha has arrived!” The God-Slaying Stone was so startled that it fell from the flesh and blood treasure medicine.

“The Buddhist Son of Xuankong Temple battles a Young Supreme!” Wu De immediately retreated rapidly, his eyes filled with excitement.

From a status perspective, Xuankong Temple was no less than an Desolate Ancient aristocratic family, and in some sense, even superior.

The Buddhas within it were existences no less than Great Emperors; its foundation was unimaginable.

And the Buddhist Son within this temple was equivalent to a Divine Son of an Desolate Ancient aristocratic family.

A Divine Son challenging a Young Supreme, from any perspective, greatly elevated the prestige of the Heavenly Yang Que Sect Grand Competition.

Any Ancient Remnant Species paled in comparison to them.

At this moment, the fighting creatures stopped their hands and looked over there.

“Someone from Ximo Ancient State?”

Ye Chen also cast a curious glance; he didn’t know what kind of attribute Qin Han had picked up.

Why did people want to mess with him wherever he went?

As the person involved, Qin Han also expressed extreme bewilderment.

Was he really a villain?

Did he have to get beaten up wherever he went?

“You want to fight me?” Qin Han asked.

“Just to a certain extent,” Jiekong said seriously.

Qin Han chuckled at this, finding such a sparring session meaningless.

With no mortal enmity, why go to such great lengths?

However, he happened to be in need of a whetstone to temper his anomaly.

The Buddhist Son of Xuankong Temple was just right!

“You want to see Hell? Why not let you see it!” Qin Han roared, and his boundless Divine Sea suddenly appeared!