suspected he had gone to the wrong classroom. He looked up again at the class sign on the door to confirm it was Year 2, Class 5.Just when he was a little confused, all the members of the class sudden...Facing Ye Bufan's display of teleportation, Qian Mu Wu Fu didn't have time to react at all before he was slapped hard in the face.

This slap was heavy and loud, sending him flying dozens of meters once again. With a crash, he hit the same mountain peak.

"Eight-bit Lane!"

Chimu Wufu roared in anger, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.

As the Sword Saint of the Great Dog Country, a mid-Saint Rank powerhouse, to be slapped in the face is simply an immense humiliation.

This extreme anger even made him forget to think, to wonder how the other party had done it.

"Die."

A torrent of heavenly clouds transformed into a streak of light, hurtling towards Ye Bufan's chest. Its speed was like a breathtaking flash from the heavens, astonishingly fast.

But when he drew near, it was only to find himself empty-handed. Immediately afterward his wrist tightened, seized in a vicelike grip by a strong hand.

"This sword is nice, I'll take it."

Ye Bufan exerted his wrist strength, directly taking the Heavenly Cloud from the Sky. Then, with a kick to Qianmu Wufu's abdomen, he sent him flying.

This time, the blow was much heavier than last. Chimu Mu Fu, mid-air, spat out a mouthful of blood.

He flew ten meters out before stabilizing his figure. After being hit consecutively, even his Heaven's Cloud Sword was lost. This caused him to calm down from his immense anger, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

"You... You're actually at the Saint Stage Mid-Level."

He had not previously placed much importance on this young man, believing that with his cultivation at the early stage of Saint Rank, he would be able to defeat him.

But he miscalculated. He was beaten badly from the start, like a dog. Later, he took out all his strength, but unexpectedly, the other party also rose to meet him, and it turned out that he was also at the mid-Saint stage.

...and with unprecedented martial arts, he beat himself to a state of complete helplessness.

"How are you Aren't you surprised"

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, his figure flashed and he teleported again to behind him, kicking him in the buttocks with a powerful kick, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

Chichibu Takeo was both shocked and angry. This wasn't like a duel between masters, it was an insult to him.

Before he could even recover, Ye Bufan's figure appeared before him again, and with a slap, he struck the other side of his cheek.

In this way, Qian Mu Wufu was once again beaten and sent flying backward. What bothered him most was that Ye Bufan's speed was always one step ahead of him. Every time he just managed to stabilize his form, the other party would appear again.

Qian Mulong stood there, completely dumbfounded. The sight before him was like watching Qian Muwu, as if he were a baseball, being hit into the air again and again by the opponent.

In this way, after ten or so rounds, Ye Bufan was almost done fighting, and he stopped.

Look at Kensai Chikumu Bufu now, his entire body is covered in blood. He's been beaten to a pulp, his face swollen into a grotesque pig-like mask with only a sliver of an eye visible.

"Eight-grid tooth road, descendant of Han, I must kill you."

He was about to go crazy, but this time he didn't attack himself. Instead, he let out a long howl.

As the laughter subsided, several figures rose into the air and appeared in mid-air, surrounding them completely. They were nine monks dressed in gray robes.

Each of these monks had a steady breath, having already reached the early stage of Martial Saint cultivation. The one leading them, a white-browed old monk, had impressively reached the mid-stage of Saint rank.

Once reinforcements arrived, Qian Mu Wu Fu regained some of his confidence.

"Chinese, aren't you impressive I don't believe you are a true disciple of the True Word School and could rival Master Guangji and the Eight Great Vajra Warriors."

"The Shingon sect, huh Seems pretty impressive. There are so many strong fighters here."

In China, Ye Bufan had not visited those renowned sects and schools, so he was unaware of how many masters were hidden within legendary places like Shaolin and Wudang.

But the fact that the Zhenyan Sect suddenly brought out eight Saint-Rank warriors did shock him.

Shocked as he was, there wasn't much tension in his demeanor. He looked at the white-bearded old monk leading the group and asked, "Are you all monks from the Zhenyan Sect"

"Old Monk Guangji has met the young master."

The old monk was thin and wiry, with a serene expression. He looked just like a truly enlightened monk.

"Master Guangji, since you are monks, wouldn't it be better to stay in the temple and eat vegetarian meals and chant Buddhist scriptures Isn't this a bit too broad of a scope"

Great Ji Monk wore a compassionate expression: "Little Donor, we've heard about your deeds. Ever since you arrived in the Great Dog Country, you have committed countless murders, your sins are heavy."

So I specially invite you to visit our Zhenyan Sect, allowing Buddhism to absolve your sins.

Ye Bufan chuckled playfully: "Are you sure it's an invitation Can I refuse"

Kuangji clasped his hands together: "Little donor, your sins are too heavy. Since you've come here, the Zhenyan sect cannot let you leave to cause more bloodshed."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Ye Bufan pursed his lips in admiration, "As expected of a monk, even such shameless words can be said with such righteousness."

“Before, I said that the Qianmu family wanted to be prostitutes but also erect a signboard. Now it seems this phrase is more suitable for you guys.”

Master Guangji's expression remained unchanged. "Little one, the path ahead is your karma. The sea of suffering is vast and endless; returning to shore is the way forward. Please come with this old monk."

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As soon as he spoke, the Eight Great Vajra at his side immediately surrounded him, ready to pounce and capture anyone who dared oppose them.

Ye Bufan said, "I can go with you, but I want to ask a few questions first."

"Yes, whatever this old monk knows, I will answer your question."

I heard that monks in your Great Tang Dynasty can get married. Is that true How many wives can one monk have Is there a limit

"This…"

Guangji was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Though monks in Buddhist countries can technically marry, those who are truly devoted to their practice abstain from marriage.

If it is said that something is impossible, yet such a thing exists.

Ye Bufan, just like a curious child with many questions, asked again: "Can you drink alcohol and eat meat on a daily basis Can you watch movies from your own country"

If you can all do that, what's the difference between you and ordinary people What do you usually practice

He said this partly to tease those meddling monks, and on the other hand, he was also genuinely curious.

As far back as ancient China, it was said that monks in the Daquan country were highly respected and lived a life of luxury. They could even eat meat, drink alcohol, marry wives, and have children. So today, I asked all about it.

Guaji's expression finally changed, and he slightly frowned. "Young benefactor, you have too many questions. Come with me. When you understand Buddhist knowledge, these questions will naturally be solved."

Ye Bufan said playfully, "Old monk, you're not being reasonable. Don't all matters require prior negotiation and agreements"

If you want me to go there, you have to make it clear what the terms are. If there's nothing good to offer, why should I go

"I don't have too many girlfriends, just a dozen or so. Could you arrange a grand wedding for me"

Seeing Guangji Monk being repeatedly ridiculed, Qianmu Wufu couldn't help but angrily say: "Ye Bufan, you are not allowed to be disrespectful to the master. Do you think a holy land of Buddhism is your harem"

"This sacred place of Buddhism, how could I not have noticed" Ye Bufan sneered coldly. "If I'm not mistaken, these monks have long colluded with you, that's why they heard your code and immediately ran out to help the tyrant and become his accomplices."

"These people who are impure with the six senses, dare to call themselves practitioners Dare they call this a holy land of Buddhism"

Broad-browed Master Guangji raised an eyebrow: "So, young master, you refuse to go with this old monk"lacking. He can't refine magical artifacts himself, so he naturally has to find ways to get them from other sources.Even a large family like the Satōs doesn't possess many artifacts.Like Sato Kawa, a...