Chapter 431

Another Buddhist chant rang out.

"Amitabha."

A white-robed old monk blocked the path of the sweeping monk.

He struck out with a palm.

The utmost rigid and utmost yang inner force was carried by the palm's momentum and slammed into the "Three Essences Return to One."

After a heaven-shaking, earth-splitting roar.

Gu Gu Hanyuan's deliberately startled and solemn voice rang out.

"Another Earth Immortal. North North Shaolin really hid this one deep enough."

Gu Gu Hanyuan looked at the white-robed old monk he had once crossed palms with under the identity of Brother Wutian that night and said.

Before the crowd could even recover from the shock that North North Shaolin had a second Earth Immortal stationed within.

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They saw a bloody hole appear on the white-robed old monk's palm.

Flesh mangled, white bone ghastly.

An Earth Immortal was injured?

Injured by the young Gu Gu Hanyuan?

Although both the sweeping monk and the white-robed old monk had been on the defensive.

It couldn't be said that Gu Gu Hanyuan had thoroughly defeated them.

But what if the white-robed old monk hadn't stepped in to rescue the situation?

Would an Earth Immortal really have died?

Apart from the many women who adored Gu Gu Hanyuan.

In everyone else's hearts, only horror remained at this moment.

The white-robed old monk's qi and blood were withered and spent.

The bloody hole on his hand hadn't even managed to drip out a few drops of fresh blood.

He looked at Gu Gu Hanyuan with an indifferent calm.

He pressed his palms together and said:

"Patron Gu's divine skill is unrivaled under heaven. This old monk is full of admiration."

At this moment, Han Han Tuozhou's face could be said to be the ugliest of all.

Lu "go" wide: announce? die, mother — experts of the Immortal Realm were no longer something an army could handle.

Even if they couldn't win, they could easily escape.

The threat to the nation was simply too great.

One Earth Immortal could still be understood as a hidden reserve.

But a single Jianghu sect.

Hiding two unknown Earth Immortals was bound to arouse vigilance.

Moreover, North North Shaolin had for many years been making excuses and refusing to serve the imperial court of Song Guo.

Their intentions deserved death.

Han Han Tuozhou's eyes flickered.

He prepared to report this matter upward.

If North North Shaolin didn't know what was good for them.

Then suppressing North North Shaolin was imperative.

Gu Gu Hanyuan cast a satisfied sidelong glance at Han Han Tuozhou, whose expression kept shifting.

His goal of blowing up the fishpond had been achieved.

From now on, North North Shaolin's days in Song Guo were going to be rough.

Sikuang Sikuang Xuan Ci saw that not only had the sweeping monk stepped forward.

Even the white-robed old monk had been forced to rescue the situation.

Nearly wishing he could crawl into the ground, he said:

"Sikuang Xuan Ci is incompetent, troubling Grand Master-Uncle and Martial Uncle to make an appearance."

The white-robed old monk heard this.

He said with an indifferent, gentle tone:

"Given Patron Gu's divine skill, it is perfectly normal that you could not control the situation."

Gu Gu Hanyuan's eyes flickered.

Sikuang Sikuang Xuan Ci's grand master-uncle.

Wouldn't that mean he was a full generation above Zhang Zhang Sanfeng?

Exactly which old monster was this?

No wonder his qi and blood had withered to such a state.

He must have used some secret art to extend his life and lingered on until now.

At most another two years.

His lifespan would be at its end.

Gu Gu Hanyuan said lightly:

"May I ask the two masters' dharma names."

Although the Sweeping Monk had nearly died,

he was, after all, a Land Immortal.

His emotions steadied extremely quickly.

Hearing this, he merely pressed his palms together and said lightly:

"Amitabha. This old monk is nothing more than a mere sweeping monk. Where would a dharma name come from."

He paid no heed to whether the crowd believed him or not.

The white-robed old monk, however, showed a look of gratification on his face.

Looking at the young Gu Gu Hanyuan, he sighed softly:

"Patron Gu, this old monk's dharma name is Monk Wuse. I have some ties with True Person Zhang; he truly took in a fine grand-disciple."

Gu Gu Hanyuan's face remained impassive.

Yet in his heart he was somewhat surprised.

He really was an old monster a full generation older than Zhang Sanfeng.

Tch, this world is truly absurd.

He still needed to be more cautious.

That white-robed old monk was actually Chan Master Monk Wuse.

When Master Jueyuan was mumbling the Nine Yang True Scripture in his delirium,

Chan Master Monk Wuse hid behind a tree and silently memorized part of the scripture.

He even used that portion of the scripture to create the "North North Shaolin Nine Yang Art."

When Zhang Sanfeng fled North North Shaolin Temple, he had also secretly aided him.

No wonder he said he had some ties with Zhang Sanfeng.

Gu Gu Hanyuan saw that the goal of blowing up the fishpond had been achieved.

Moreover, Chan Master Monk Wuse had even brought up Zhang Sanfeng.

So he went along with it and said:

"This junior greets Chan Master Monk Wuse. Since North North Shaolin has dispatched two Land Immortals to vouch for Xiao Yuanshan and Southern Southern Murong Bo, Gu Mou has nothing more to say."

After speaking, Gu Gu Hanyuan walked back to Wu Wu Xingyun and the two women's side.

He picked up Wu Wu Xingyun, who was immersed in the "Three-Part Divine Finger."