Chapter 1359: Xu Wei, Defeated

Chapter 1359: Xu Wei, Defeated
Juehui stared in astonishment at Li Chen's retreating figure. He had imagined hundreds of ways their first encounter might unfold, the most likely being that the other would be moved by his spiritual Buddhist teachings, perhaps even becoming a monk himself. That too would have been a good story.
Ke Juehui never expected that after he had exhausted all his Shaolin Northern Temple's invincible hand techniques, before he could even begin to use them, Li Chen would interrupt him in such a crude and brutal manner.
His manner and tone were as if he were driving away an annoying fly.
The tranquil and unwavering heart of the Buddha stirred with a touch of agitation.
This kind of agitation is called anger.
"Master, please wait!"
Juehui shouted, taking a step forward.
This single step, however, caused Xu Wei and the surrounding Jinyiwei to suddenly become tense.
Xu Wei immediately stepped in front of Juehui, saying expressionlessly, "Bald donkey, are you looking for death?"
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Li Chen, hearing this, indeed stopped his steps.
He turned to Juehui, a smile playing on his lips as he said, "What great fortune? The most precious thing in your Buddhist sect is the scripture pavilion. It houses all the scriptures and secrets of Buddhism from the past millennium. Could it be that you intend to give me the scripture pavilion?"
Li Chen was just kidding.
But unwilling to do so, Juehui immediately spoke up: "If the esteemed donor permits, you may enter and exit the Scripture Pavilion at will."
"Oh?"
Li Chen said with interest, "Then you tell me, what do you want me to allow, that you would be willing to let me come and go freely in the scripture pavilion?"
<< Juehui folded his hands together, bowed deeply to Li Chen, and with a face full of Buddhist light and compassion, he said solemnly: "Master, this monk sees that you have excellent spirituality and are the most intelligent. If you are willing to enter my Buddhist sect, perhaps you can transcend and attain enlightenment. It is not a delusion..." >>

Before Juehui could finish her words, the others were already furious.
It was clear to everyone that Jue Hui meant to persuade Li Chen to become a monk.
Xu Wei flared up and shouted, “You insolent wretch, dare you spout such outrageous words!”
Once upon a time, there was an emperor who had just ascended the throne for a few years. He was misled by a group of monks and decided to become a monk. To do so, he even gave up his imperial position and passed it on to his son, who was only seven or eight years old at the time. Fortunately, this did not lead to the collapse of the empire.
After such an incident, emperors and members of the royal family throughout history have been extremely wary of both Buddhism and Taoism.
After all, if they really managed to abduct the emperor of our dynasty, it would be a catastrophic event, like the sky falling and the earth shattering.
After Xu Wei roared, he immediately drew his long sword from his waist and charged at Jue Hui.
As soon as the long blade left its scabbard, a deafening clang echoed, and a fierce murderous aura accompanied by a flash of silver light engulfed Juehui entirely.
Xu Wei's martial arts were obviously very good. Due to his background, his swordsmanship wasn't as refined and elegant, nor was it visually pleasing. What he emphasized was a grand and open style, striking with lethal force every time, each move aimed directly at taking a life.
Juehui was shrouded in the blade light over there, but his face still wore a smile like that of Maitreya Buddha. He simply raised his hand lightly, and with a clang, the blade light vanished suddenly.
A spark of fire erupted from the point where the blade and the alms bowl touched in the hands of Jian He and Jue Hui. The blade had been scored, but the bowl remained unscathed.
Xu Wei was shaken, his tiger's mouth tearing open. He stumbled back several steps, his arm with the blade drooping. The split in his tiger's mouth bled profusely, flowing down the blade toward the back, leaving a horrifying bloodstain on the bright blade. Then, it dripped from the tip of the knife onto the yellow sand, creating a splash of crimson.