"Sigh... How stubborn these monks are!"

Zheng-Fu had to let out a long, troubling sigh. Who would have thought that these monks would be so stubborn? Even though he showed that this tactical formation could not do anything to him, these monks would continue to use it by skipping from the second stage to the fifth stage.

"Beat him to teach him who he dares challenge!"

"Make him know that he cannot insult our Dharma Light Heaven Sect!"

"Even though we keep the precepts in peace, it's not like anyone can easily insult us!"

The monks who were standing around shouted and cheered loudly. They all felt their blood rush in ways they had never felt since joining this sect because all the sect's teachings were primarily about peace and concentration. It was extremely difficult to see combat between the sect's disciples and others. Especially for the high-stage cultivator, they had never seen it at all.

"Deputy Abbot, I think we should stop them. Judging from that young man's confidence, I'm afraid that something bad will happen to our disciples!" Dashi Tu-An could not be patient, seeing the situation begin to deteriorate, so he consulted the deputy abbot about whether he should stop them or not.

"Let it be. Let things go according to fate. I believe that young man wouldn't have attacked those prime disciples to death. At most, he may just help guide them!" The deputy abbot shook his head, denying Dashi Tu-An, because he also wanted to know what Zheng-Fu would do from now on.

"Sigh… If you say so, then let it be according to fate. Only the heavens and the gods will know what will happen after this!" Dashi Tu-An was desperate for a solution to this problem.

Back to the fight…

After taking out the silver staffs, eighteen monks immediately set up the fifth stage of Eighteen Arahants Tactical Formation. If it were someone else who was in the midst of this tactical formation, he would have felt a lot of pressure because the energy that everyone radiated out was so overwhelming that it was eerie.

But for Zheng-Fu, who had already seen the other party's vulnerabilities and flaws, he did not feel the pressure at all. In addition, he already had an energy level higher than these eighteen monks, so even without knowing the tactical formation's flaws, he could easily use all his energy to destroy this formation.

Yaaaa!!!

Wooosh! Wooosh! Wooosh!

The silver staffs in the eighteen monks' hands missed their target with every blow; not a single one of them hit Zheng-Fu. Although the staffs were long and could swing around in a wide area, every time the monks swung their staffs, they felt only emptiness.

"I told you to move your right hand up a bit, press yourself down three feet, and then thrash out obliquely. No matter how many times you hit like this, there's no way you'll hit your opponent!" Zheng-Fu had fun while he dodged and taught at the same time. He felt like he was dancing in the middle of the grove of staff.

"No! It's not true! I don't believe that I missed hitting you. Lying to a monk is a sin, you know!" a monk, who hit Zheng-Fu ten times but had not yet touched him, lost his patience. His mind was completely scattered; he was almost mad and ignored any teaching principles.

"Focus, Junior. Don't let those provocative words distract you!" said the chief monk, admonishing his junior disciple.

"But Senior..."

"Do as Senior tells you. Don't listen to that nonsense. If we join together as one, no matter what, this handsome man must lose to us!" another monk added, cheering up his group.

"How long are you guys going to keep talking? This is fighting, not a comedy show. If you guys don't take action, let me deal with you!"

Zheng-Fu, who stood and watched the eighteen monks stand to talk during their fighting, could not help but sigh tiredly because if it were a real fight, they would have definitely died. But he could not blame them. Since he was able to dodge every attack and easily break the first and second levels, how could they have the mental strength to keep fighting?

[Thousand-Hand Arahant Fist Skill]

Zheng-Fu shouted out the name of the skill loudly. Instantly, more than a thousand golden hand shadows emerged from behind him. And the next moment, a thousand hands shot out, smashing the eighteen monks, who were standing dumbfounded, with dozens of fists each.

Crash!!! Crash!!! Crash!!!

Aaaah!!!

Noooooo!!!

Ouuuuch!!!

"What kind of magic skill is this? Why are there so many hands!!"

AAAAH!!!

Ouuuuch!!!

The groaning sound continued after Zheng-Fu attacked with the Thousand-Hand Arahant Fist skill. In fact, those fists were formed of energy, not actual hands, as many people thought. But even if it was not a real hand, the impact was definitely real.

Thud!!!

Finally, the Eighteen Arahants Tactical Formation collapsed in less than a fraction of a minute after they performed the show dozens of minutes earlier. At this moment, the eighteen monks were miserably lamenting on the ground. Even though they were not seriously injured, they were sore all over their bodies.

"Tha… that… that was the long-lost Thousand-Hand Arahant Fist skill of our sect?" suddenly, the deputy abbot's panicked voice rang out. Dashi Min-Long had heard stories about the Thousand-Hand Arahant Fist skill technique, so when he saw it, he knew immediately that it must be the same skill.

"The long-lost skill of our sect? It's a legendary skill that everyone talks about, right?" Dashi Tu-An suddenly had a shocked expression on his face. He had read and heard this story as well.

"Why is our lost skill with him?" another dashi, also an elder, asked curiously.

"Will it be possible that he dug up or accidentally found the body of our Grand Master and inherited the lost skills and techniques, including Eighteen Arahants Tactical Formation?" Suddenly, Dashi Tu-An thought of something: Zheng-Fu might have accidentally encountered their prehistory Grand Master's body in the past and received their sect's lost skill.

"It's very likely, Dashi Tu-An. It must be as you said. And if what we think is true, this young man is very important to our sect!" The deputy abbot had the same opinion as Dashi Tu-An. At first, he was not sure, but when he thought about it carefully, the possibilities for this assumption were high.

"But I think this kid must be an impostor. He may have heard of our sect's lost skills, and the technique he uses is coincidentally similar, or else he must have a magic item that can deceive us!" However, Dashi Fang-Kong did not accept this assumption. He was still trying to come up with an argument so that everyone would not believe Zheng-Fu.

"Dashi, may I ask why I have to deceive you? I came here only because I wanted to consult with Abbot on a plan to deal with the Demon Tribe. If you're not willing to discuss it, my people and I are ready to leave because there are still many places I need to reach and finish this task before the great disciple selection arrives!"

Zheng-Fu was too tired to talk to the people here since they were stubborn and refused to listen to him. The most important reason he came here was that he wanted to repay his gratitude for the good skills and subjects he had learned. Even though the place he went to might not have been here, or perhaps it was, Zheng-Fu believed that all monks were part of the same group, regardless of which temple they belonged to.

"Huh! What do you think this place is? Do you think that you can enter and go out easily? If I, Fang-Kong, the Regulator of Dharma Light Heaven Sect, can't arrest and punish you for your crimes of entering without permission according to the sect's rules, then don't call me Fang-Kong any longer."

Dashi Fang-Kong still refused, even though Zheng-Fu said that he wanted to leave here now. He also announced that he had to defeat Zheng-Fu, anyway. Of course, the words he spoke were only meant to refute his shame. He did not say it out of self-confidence or because he was arrogant anymore.

"Dashi Fang-Kong, I think you should let it go. That young man has shown that he came with good intentions, not bad. As for breaking the rules to get in, let's leave it at that. After all, it's already difficult to get in here, and both the abbot and I have been considering lowering the standards further!"

Dashi Min-Long spoke as he walked over and stood next to Dashi Fang-Kong. He turned to look at Zheng-Fu and spoke up again, "Little Laity, don't hold your grudges against Dashi Fang-Kong. He did it because he had a responsibility. The fact that you and the others came in like this was an act of displeasure to him. But everything can be forgiven because we are monks and bearers of virtue and compassion. But now that Abbot is in closed-door cultivation, he may not be able to consult you. Hopefully, you will understand and discuss it with me, the deputy abbot, instead!" Dashi Min-Long said politely and tried to make the situation better.

"I didn't think much of Dashi Fang-Kong's actions. I encounter situations like this often. And every time, I've never been angry with anyone because it's not something that I have to get angry at and keep in mind. As for the consultation, I'd be happy to talk to you. After all, Dashi is the deputy abbot of the sect and has the same decision-making power as Abbot!"

It was not that Zheng-Fu did not want to tease these monks. But he still had to go to many places, so he easily accepted that offer. Besides, Zheng-Fu often encountered such things when going to foreign places. Take his journey to the Artsy Water Sect as an example. Because he did not enter the sect the right way and did not follow the rules, the situation between him and the people there turned into a conflict. And, of course, Zheng-Fu would certainly go back for revenge.

"But I don't agree!"

Huh?

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