Chapter 324: Defeating the Four Great Holy Monks, Seeing the He's Jade

The Four Great Holy Monks each displayed their unique skills, their spiritual power surging forth like a tide, causing one to unknowingly calm their killing intent and waver in their will to fight.

Yu Liancheng let out a cold snort, seven-colored light swirling in his eyes as waves of spiritual power swept outward. The Four Great Holy Monks' spiritual attacks immediately melted away like snow meeting the scorching sun.

Although the profound and mysterious mental attack was dismantled, the Four Great Holy Monks' physical onslaughts arrived one after another.

Yu Liancheng curled his five fingers into a fist.

In that instant, his figure seemed to suddenly tower upward, giving people the illusion that he was lifting a mountain, and he swung his fist violently, meeting Dixinzunzhe's Zen Staff.

Without a doubt, the Four Great Holy Monks were all the world's top-tier experts.

At a glance, they saw that Yu Liancheng was using his arm as a staff, employing an extremely rigid and fierce Fotu martial art that carried a compelling pressure, as if a Vajra had descended and Skanda was subduing demons.

Bang!

Yu Liancheng's "Demon-Subduing Staff Technique" and Dixinzunzhe's "Great Perfection Staff Technique" collided without any flair, erupting with a sound like rolling thunder.

The force on Dixinzunzhe's Zen Staff surged forth like a great river, continuous and unending, penetrating every gap. The moment he engaged Yu Liancheng, it sought to follow his fist and invade his meridians.

However, as Yu Liancheng shook his arm, a rigid and domineering Demon-Subduing energy surged back, overwhelming and impossible to resist.

Dixinzunzhe could not stop himself from stumbling backward, his cloth shoes crushing countless floorboards.

The moment Yu Liancheng repelled Dixinzunzhe, his right palm struck out of thin air, the palm force vigorous and turbulent, seemingly accompanied by lingering sounds of wind and thunder, using this "Vajra Palm" strike to block and wear down Daoxin Chanshi's Bodhidharma palm force.

His left hand had its index finger and thumb lightly pressed together, giving rise to a faint and untraceable energy, and with a flick of his finger, he unleashed a "Formless Tribulation Finger" that left no trace.

This "Formless Tribulation Finger" clearly had not attained the subtlety of the word "Formless," inciting a whistling wind in the air.

But it brought the "Tribulation" aspect to its fullest extent; the finger force broke through the air, actually striking out transparent ripples like water waves, even leaving a shallow finger mark on the ground, and intercepted Jiaxiang Chanshi's "One Finger Zen" with absolute precision, causing a strange flush to rise on his face.

Immediately, Yu Liancheng pushed out a palm in one fluid motion, his arm swaying, and a palm phantomized in mid-air, one turning into ten, ten into a hundred, a hundred into a thousand... he was actually using the Shaolin Temple's secret "Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm," striking from afar to meet Zhihui Chanshi's Xin Fo Zhang.

A single collision erupted with a series of rolling thunderous roars.

That Zhihui Chanshi's "Zhang Yun Fo Guo" had inexhaustible reserve power, hiding nine layers of force, each layer more formidable than the last.

Those thousands of palm shadows surged out, and although they were constantly worn away, they neutralized the nine layers of force one by one through the collision of palm power.

Finally, Zhihui Chanshi's nine layers of force were all worn away, and Yu Liancheng's remaining thousands of palm shadows instantly converged into one, transforming into an incomparably fierce palm that collided with Zhihui Chanshi's palm.

Zhihui Chanshi was shaken back several steps, the floor tiles beneath his feet covered in spiderweb cracks.

However, the "Xin Fo Zhang" could not only hide force but also absorb the enemy's force, so Zhihui Chanshi was actually a bit more relaxed than the other three Holy Monks.

After exchanging a move with the four experts, Yu Liancheng landed lightly on the head of the Fotu.

The residual force poured down through his toes, and two cracks immediately appeared on the face of the clay statue, right under the eyes, as if the Fotu were shedding tears.

"So strong!"

"I fear even the 'Evil King' Shi Zhixuan cannot compare to this person."

The Four Great Holy Monks were secretly shocked; one must know that when Shi Zhixuan faced the Four Great Holy Monks, he could only escape their encirclement by relying on the "Undying Seal Technique" that transformed the two energies of life and death, and the peerless "Phantom Demon Body Technique."

But Yu Liancheng had faced them head-on, clashing with the four of them without any flair. After one round of exchanges, he not only repelled the four but even remained standing on the Fotu's head.

"This person is so accomplished at such a young age; he may well be able to comprehend the mysteries within the He's Jade. Who will be able to stop him then?"

"We must strike with all our might to suppress and convert him, even if it means sacrificing our lives."

The Four Great Holy Monks exchanged a glance; without words, they understood each other's intent.

They suddenly scattered, surrounding Yu Liancheng on all sides, their energies connecting into one, their breathing synchronized, and in an instant, they formed a seamless, flawless "Fozhen," launching a continuous siege from all directions.

Daoxin Chanshi pushed out both palms; it seemed to have no tricks or techniques, not even stirring up a hint of energy or wind, yet it had reached the ultimate realm of "great skill appearing clumsy." It sealed off all directions, and no matter how the opponent dodged or escaped, they could not escape the coverage of the Fotu palms.

Dixinzunzhe swept his Zen Staff, instantly manifesting a sky full of staff shadows, as if thousands of staffs were attacking at once; amidst the whistling wind and the wild ringing of tin rings, the staff momentum surged toward Yu Liancheng like a deluge.

Jiaxiang Chanshi's lowered eyelids lifted slightly, and he struck out with a palm, his movements flowing like clouds and water, like an antelope hanging its horns, hiding Zen mysteries that no words could explain.

"All things are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and like lightning; thus should they be viewed."

Zhihui Chanshi chanted a Fotu verse, and the string of prayer beads in his hand suddenly rotated and flew out, turning into a cluster of blurred yellow light; amidst the "ding-ding" sounds of collision, it complemented the true words of the Fotu verse, possessing a unique power to capture one's soul.

"Well come."

Yu Liancheng stomped his toes, and the Fotu beneath his feet seemed struck by lightning; cracks rapidly spread across its entire body, splashing outward in all directions.

Of course, he also knew this could only delay the Four Great Holy Monks' offensive for a moment.

"Honored Monks, take a look at my Fotu martial arts as well."

Yu Liancheng pointed one finger to the sky and one to the earth, and immediately a solemn, majestic, and mountain-like energy emanated from his body.

The next moment, he retracted his hands to his chest, his fingers changing mysteriously, as if plucking a flower.

Amidst the billowing robes and rolling energy, ethereal and void finger energies flew out.

After the Plucking Flower finger force neutralized the palm power of Daoxin and Jiaxiang, Yu Liancheng held his palms like blades, the two "blades" slicing through the air; wisps of fire seemed to rise in his palms, and the temperature within a radius of ten feet rose suddenly.

In an instant, he slashed forty-nine times, the momentum fierce; not only did he cut into Dixinzunzhe's inescapable staff momentum, forcing him back, but he also cut Zhihui Chanshi's prayer beads into two, burning them to ashes.

The Four Great Holy Monks were forced back once again, but their determination to subdue this demon only grew firmer in their hearts.

They chanted Fotu names, each displaying their unique skills, their offensive like a tide, one wave stronger than the last, one wave surpassing the previous.

Yet Yu Liancheng had transformed into a dam cast of refined iron; no matter the wind and rain, he remained unmoved.

Rumble!!

The sound of energy clashing was endless, like rolling thunder, deafening. The aftermath swept outward, churning the constantly cracking and shattering floorboards, shooting them in all directions and punching out hole after hole.

The five hundred Lohans, with their fierce and varied postures, also shattered one after another in the clash between the five, shooting about like raindrops.

On the other side, Wanwan faced the Four Great Vajras directly, while the "Yin Empress" Zhu Yuyan had engaged Liaokong Dashi.

Zhu Yuyan was the leader of the Yin Gui Sect, and Liaokong Dashi was the leader of the Fotu sect. This clash between the two could be described as meeting a worthy opponent; it would be impossible to determine a winner without three hundred moves.

But Zhu Yuyan was experienced in slaughter, while Liaokong Dashi rarely fought; the longer it lasted, the greater the possibility of Liaokong Dashi's defeat.

Wanwan's strength far surpassed any one of the Four Great Vajra Protectors, but the four of them combined, their minds in harmony, and with their hard-body cultivation protecting them, it was not something that could be suppressed in a short time.

Bang bang bang!

The clash between Yu Liancheng and the Four Great Holy Monks was undoubtedly the most intense; in an instant, there were countless collisions.

But what was inconceivable was that the Four Great Holy Monks—Zhihui, Daoxin, Jiaxiang, and Dixin—joining forces were gradually falling into a disadvantage.

Yu Liancheng is too strong. Although he is using Fotu martial arts that carry a sense of restraint, his physique, True Qi, and spirit are all powerful to the extreme, capable of utterly destroying any person or object that approaches him.

Fighting until now, the acupoints, meridians, and even the physical bodies of the Four Great Holy Monks have a feeling of swelling, as if they could be blasted apart by the opponent at any moment.

"Amitabha!"

The Four Great Holy Monks know they must not delay any longer; they chant the true mantra, and the four people's Qi-fields instantly merge, transforming into a perfect, flawless whole.

Under the guidance of the Qi-field, the essence, energy, and spirit of Zhihui, Daoxin, and Jiaxiang are all poured into Dixinzunzhe, causing the momentum of this Fotu holy monk to climb continuously. In an instant, he seems to transform into a Fotu descended to the world, sacred and majestic, as if capable of suppressing all evil spirits in the world.

The next moment, Dixinzunzhe's Qi-field locks onto Yu Liancheng, he chants the six-syllable mantra, and the Zen Staff in his palm strikes down at Yu Liancheng's head.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of the Zen Staff tearing through the air stirs up a violent gale of airflow, like a natural disaster.

The power of this strike is like the sky collapsing, the earth sinking, a river bursting its banks, or a volcano erupting.

The Four Great Holy Monks might not be called invincible individually, but when they join forces, even the three Grandmasters Fu Cailin, Ning Daoqi, and Bi Xuan would have to temporarily avoid their edge.

And this strike before them pours the entire essence, energy, and spirit of the Four Great Holy Monks into it. In the vast world, who else could face it head-on?

Fortunately.

There is still a Yu Liancheng.

His expression is as calm as an ancient well, as if no person or thing in the world could shake his spirit.

The next moment, his hands come together, and his entire being radiates a vast, boundless, and magnificent aura, like that of a God or Fotu. A faint, ethereal sound of Sanskrit chants rises leisurely.

In the eyes of the Four Great Holy Monks, the originally shattered plaza blurs and transforms into the Lingshanshengjing; the Fotu is present, and there are Lohans and Bodhisattvas sitting solemnly.

And Yu Liancheng has disappeared, replaced by a great Fotu with a massive presence, sitting among the Lohans and Bodhisattvas; any person or object before him is as small as dust.

At this moment, even the state of mind of the Four Great Holy Monks cannot help but ripple, giving rise to a feeling of prostration and worship. Fortunately, their will is firm, and they know this is caused by a high-level martial art used by Yu Liancheng.

"My Fotu is merciful."

With a chant from the Fotu, a large hand glowing with golden light covers the sky and earth, descending from the firmament, vast and mighty, reaching out toward the Four Great Holy Monks.

Although the Four Great Holy Monks know clearly that everything is but an illusion, they still tremble in terror. The only thing they can do is drive their full power, brandishing their Zen Staffs, trying their best to resist this move.

In reality, the four of them joining forces might not have been unable to block this "Tianfo Jiangshi" move that Yu Liancheng realized from Fotu martial arts, but at this moment, a flaw appears in their perfect state of mind, and the originally flawless move is no longer perfect.

Only hearing a "bang," the Zen Staff is knocked away, the faces of the Four Great Holy Monks instantly turn pale, blood sprays wildly from their mouths, and they fall backward, flying away.

"Arguing, you are not my match. Fighting, you are even less of a match for this seat." The illusion shatters, and Yu Liancheng's figure is revealed once again.

The Four Great Holy Monks have blood flowing from their mouths and noses, their breathing weak.

But each of them supports their body, sitting upright on the ground. This is because, following the previous strike, a vast and boundless True Qi invaded their bodies, destroying their acupoints and meridians; if they do not resist and neutralize it, it will not be long before their thick True Qi is wasted.

Yu Liancheng is too lazy to bother with the Four Great Holy Monks; his figure flashes, suddenly appearing before Liaokong Dashi, and he strikes out with a backhand palm.

Liaokong Dashi was already at a disadvantage in his exchange with the Evil Queen Zhu Yuyan, and Yu Liancheng's palm is as fast as lightning and unpredictable, leaving him unable to dodge, instantly pressing onto his back; immediately, this master vomits blood and stumbles away.

After also easily dealing with the Four Great Vajras, Yu Liancheng instructs Zhu Yuyan and Wanwan to help suppress the monks in the temple; there is no need to kill, just control them.

The martial monks in this Jingnian Chanyuan all have impressive skills; if they can be organized into a monk army, they could play a major role in sweeping across the Zhiguo in the future.

And Yu Liancheng arrives at a Bronze Hall that is three zhang wide and deep, and half a zhang high. Looking at this great bronze hall, Yu Liancheng shakes his head.

This Jingnian Chanyuan is truly wealthy beyond measure; with the prosperity of Daxing, there does not seem to be such a bronze-cast temple, which can be called priceless.

Yu Liancheng reaches out to grab the large bronze ring, pulls with force, and the hall door opens in response.

At the same time, a strong cold current rushes toward his face. If it were an ordinary expert, even if they could resist the cold, their True Qi would scatter and run wild, making breathing difficult.

Yu Liancheng, however, seems not to notice, striding into the hall.

In the center of the hall is a small bronze table, and on the small bronze table is a round cushion used for meditation.

A pure white, flawless, and treasure-radiating jade seal is placed on the round cushion.

PS: I will finish this arc as soon as possible.