Chapter 635 Buddha Emperor: Completely honest!
Under Ye Junlin's absolute strength, the Sakya Saint Monk, who was known as the Buddha Emperor, bowed his head and admitted his weakness, not daring to be stubborn anymore.
"Hmph, you know what's good for you. Go back with me now and change my mount back to its original state. Otherwise, I will not only kill you, the old bald donkey, but also destroy your lineage in the fairy world!"
Ye Junlin's tone was very tough, and he kept his word.
"You..." The Sakya Saint Monk trembled, as if he was poured with a basin of ice water and was cold from head to toe. While feeling grief and indignation in his heart, he also felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Originally, he wanted to move to the fairy court, but then he thought that the opponent's strength was already so strong that the fairy court would definitely turn a blind eye!
Therefore, if you want to survive, you must compromise!
Then.
Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Ye Junlin stepped forward with his hands behind his back, and the Sakya Saint Monk followed behind with a look of dejection.
"Holy monk..." The Zen practitioners at the scene had red eyes, sour noses, and their beliefs were hit hard.
The supreme Buddha Emperor in their minds was actually defeated by a punch today!
The Sakyamuni Saint Monk felt ashamed and his old face was hot.
Looking at the back in front of him, he really couldn't understand why the gap was so big between the same Immortal Emperor!
It was simply unbelievable!
"Hey, why bother, I have already advised you." Bu Xiaofan sighed with pity in his eyes.
Putting himself in his shoes, he felt that the Sakyamuni Saint Monk lost unfairly. These people did not show their strength in the immortal world, but quietly improved their strength. They thought they were almost invincible in the world, but they met a super freak and were almost beaten to shit with a punch!
Miserable, really miserable!
The Immortal Emperors were all afraid. It was rumored that the North Cold Immortal Lord was very powerful. After seeing it today, they still felt that the rumor was too conservative.
This is more than just strong? It's simply against the will of heaven!
Moreover, Feng was extremely domineering. He snatched other people's mounts in the street and beat them if they didn't want to give them!
Even the Buddha Emperor couldn't escape!
"Let's start."
Ye Junlin ordered.
If A Kun couldn't recover, he would definitely beat this old bald donkey with one punch, and then bloodbath the entire Wanfo Sect!
"Please wait patiently, Lord Ye..." Although the Sakya Saint Monk had all kinds of resistance in his heart, he was forced to succumb to reality.
Then, he raised his palm and emitted Buddha light, like a small sun, shining in the sky, shining on the center of A Kun's eyebrows.
He chanted something in his mouth and recited scriptures.
A Kun looked confused at first, and then in pain. His huge body was shaking violently, and a pair of wings like clouds hanging from the sky set off a mighty gale.
"If there is an accident, you know the consequences!" Ye Junlin's face was gloomy, and a ball of cold light burst out of his eyes.
The scalp of the holy monk Sakya was numb, and he dared not be careless.
This Kunpeng had already been converted by him, so it would be very difficult to turn it back.
Fortunately, the one who tied the bell must be the one who untied it, and he, who was profound in Buddhism, naturally had a way.
Half an hour later.
A Kun gradually recovered, his eyes became clear and bright, full of spirituality, and no longer numb as before.
Because the first person he saw was the holy monk Sakya, A Kun was so scared that he wanted to run away instinctively, but a familiar voice stopped him, making him stand there as if he had cast a spell to freeze his body.
"A Kun!"
Seeing that the other party had recovered, Ye Junlin showed a smile on his face.
A Kun looked at the silver-haired young man in disbelief, and after confirming that he was not dreaming, he said in surprise: "Master!"
Then, from the form of Kunpeng, he transformed into a young man with a standard middle-parted hair and wearing suspenders, and excitedly threw himself into Ye Junlin's arms.
Ye Junlin touched his head and smiled, "I'm glad you're okay."
Seeing this.
The expressions of the monks changed, and they were ashamed.
They originally thought that Ye Junlin was jealous and deliberately found an excuse to snatch the mount of the Sakya Saint Monk, but they didn't expect that this Kunpeng really belonged to someone else before!
This is embarrassing!
The Sakya Saint Monk felt very uncomfortable, and his heart seemed to be bleeding.
The duck in his mouth flew away just like that, who can bear it?
"Master Ye, this is all a misunderstanding. If I had known that it was your mount, I would never have made such a big mistake." The Sakya Saint Monk hurriedly explained.
Ye Junlin ignored him and asked the young man seriously: "A Kun, tell me honestly, did you really control all the monsters and cause trouble to the area as he said?"
A Kun shook his head like a rattle after hearing this, "No! Absolutely not! I was a newcomer at that time, and accidentally entered the territory of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, and was captured by this old bald donkey!"
Speaking of this, A Kun's face was filled with grief and anger, and his teeth were grinding with hatred.
He originally thought that he could be the king of the fairy world, but who knew that when the sky collapsed, he was captured by the holy monk Sakya as a mount!
"I see."
A hint of coldness flashed through Ye Junlin's eyes, "Old bald donkey, what else do you have to say?"
The Sakya Saint Monk's forehead was covered with cold sweat, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was confused for a moment..."
Being exposed for making up excuses was a small matter, and what he feared most was that Ye Junlin would make trouble again.
Ye Junlin sneered, "Will it be useful to apologize to you? You should apologize to your mount. If you don't get his forgiveness, you can't guarantee what you will do next."
The corner of the Sakya Saint Monk's mouth twitched, and he endured the humiliation in his heart, came to the young man with a middle-parted hair, and begged for forgiveness humbly, "Little donor, please forgive my sins."
A Kun glanced at Ye Junlin beside him, and suddenly felt confident. He slapped the old monk Sakyamuni on the old face and cursed:
"Old bald donkey, Master Kun wants you to improve your memory!"
Snap!
The holy monk Sakyamuni was slapped in the face in public.
Everyone was stunned and stunned.
Sakyamuni Sakyamuni's face was twitching, and there was an unstoppable murderous intention rising in his heart. Although it was not very harmful to him, it was extremely insulting.
But after seeing Ye Junlin with a sneer on his face, Sakyamuni Monk shivered with fright, and his murderous intention immediately dissipated.
"This slap will make you blind!"
As Akun said, he raised his palm again and pulled it away. It landed unceremoniously on the face of the holy monk Sakyamuni and scolded:
"This slap will slap you for telling lies, you are shameless!"
This was not over yet, A Kun slapped the other party again and shouted with great momentum:
"This slap will make you arrogant and self-righteous!"
His right hand continued to be raised, but it never came down. At this moment, A'kun seemed to have a brain jam. He was at a loss for words and looked embarrassed.
"This slap will hit you... hit you... uh..."
Sakyamuni Sakyamuni was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he received another slap on the face, even harder than before.
"No matter what, you should be beaten anyway!"
A Kun was quite embarrassed and slapped Sakyamuni Monk hundreds of times in one breath, making loud slaps.
The expressions on everyone's faces when they saw this outrageous scene were very wonderful.
Sakyamuni Sakyamuni was even more crazy in his heart and almost went berserk.
After all, being slapped in the face by a mount in front of everyone, but he couldn't resist, was even more uncomfortable than killing him!
"No, stop it quickly..."
Seeing their beloved leader being treated like this, many monks shed tears and shouted in despair.
It wasn't until his hands went numb that A'kun finally felt relieved. His face was full of energy, and he felt quite elated.
So cool, so cool!
The veins on Sakyamuni's forehead were exposed, the muscles on his face were twitching wildly, and his whole body was shaking with anger.
If he could turn back time, he would choose to slap this evil beast to death!
But now, it's too late.
Seeing that Akun did not continue to slap him in the face, Sakyamuni Monk quickly seized the opportunity, lowered his head and humbly said: "Little donor, this poor monk already knows that he is wrong, please calm down."
Ah Kun was happy in his heart and didn't want to embarrass himself too much. He put his hands on his hips and raised his chest, "Forget it, Master Kun won't argue with you, an old bald ass!"
Sakyamuni Sakyamuni seemed to have been pardoned and said, "Amitabha, thank you so much to the little benefactor for forgiving the sins of this poor monk!"
Then, he looked at Ye Junlin cautiously, "Master Ye, look at this..."
Ye Junlin waved his hands as if to shoo away flies, and said impatiently: "In that case, get out of here!"
"Thank you Immortal Master Ye for your mercy..."
The holy monk Sakyamuni has great patience. Even when he was humiliated to this extent, he still kept a smile on his face, for fear of making Ye Junlin unhappy.
At this point, he didn't have the face to stay any longer, so he hurried away at an extremely fast speed.
It seems that he has no plans to go to the Immortal Court Summit.
"Holy Monk..." The monks were filled with grief as if they were mourning their heirs.
Seeing this scene, all the Immortal Emperors felt quite gloating about their misfortune.
Countless monks showed contempt on their faces, secretly saying that they deserved it. The reversal just now also allowed them to see the true face of Sakyamuni Sakyamuni.
No need to wash at all!
"This old bald donkey should have a better memory now!" Bu 껜fan sneered.
What he couldn't stand the most was the hypocritical faces of Buddhists.
"Master Ye Xian, do you still remember Han?" At this time, a thin middle-aged man stepped forward, his eyes as sharp as a sword, and there was a majestic sword intent flowing on his body.
At this moment, with awe on his face, he walked up to Ye Junlin and bowed his hands in a respectful manner.
This person is the Fenglei Sword Emperor, Han Qiujian.
Ye Junlin smiled, "How long has it been? How could I not remember it?"
I still remember that in Nishizawa Immortal Domain, there was a conflict over the Tengu clan, and in the end the other party was defeated by him with two fingers.
Han Qiujian was overjoyed, as if it was a great honor to be remembered by Ye Junlin.
Ye Junlin just punched the holy monk Sakyamuni to defeat him, which really shocked him deeply.
He never thought that this man's strength was so abnormal!
In other words, in their previous competition, they only used a small part of their strength!
Thinking of this, Han Qiujian's heart was filled with fear and a sense of awe.
So, take this opportunity to get close to her.
Seeing that Han Qiujian was able to strike up a conversation with Ye Junlin, all the immortal emperors looked extremely envious.
Ye Junlin asked casually: "By the way, how is your son? Is he well disciplined?"
Han Qiujian looked solemn, patted his chest and said with determination:
"Please rest assured, Lord Ye Xian, that unfilial son has long been treated to be docile. Now he has to practice his sword hard every day. If he doesn't obey, he will be hung up and beaten!"
Ye Junlin said with a straight face: "You have gone too far. How can you hang me up and beat me? Can't you try something new? He will get tired of the punishment method that is too simple!"
Han Qiujian was stunned, "Is this going to happen?"
"Yes, I believe it!" Ye Junlin said firmly.
"Since Lord Ye Xian has spoken, Han must go back and study it carefully!" Han Qiujian said seriously.
Ye Junlin smiled happily, "In this way, your son will become a great person!"
At the same time.
In the strictly guarded cave of the Han family, a young man in brocade clothes who was taking advantage of his father's absence shuddered inexplicably and had an ominous premonition in his heart.