"Konghai, my Buddhist friend, I have already told you that I had long let go," the master said. "But rest assured, your wish will certainly be fulfilled by me."
Seeing Master Hui Wen’s deeply guarded smile, Konghai felt an increased sense of anticipation.
However, Ye Chenfeng was utterly astonished; for sure, this old monk Hui Wen was going to involve him again.
As Ye Chenfeng had expected, Master Hui Wen’s gaze locked directly onto him.
Ye Chenfeng couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. The monk from Japan came to challenge them, and Master Hui Wen had been using him as a shield all along, having him defend the challenge.
"Could it be that the lay brother you are referring to is this young patron?" Konghai’s eyes lit up.
"My Buddhist friend, you are correct, it is precisely this young patron," Master Hui Wen nodded.
Ye Chenfeng was speechless; without his agreement, Master Hui Wen had readily consented on his behalf.
"Master Hui Wen?" Ye Chenfeng called out.
But Master Hui Wen just smiled, "Young patron, do not be anxious; I am aware of what’s on your mind. Please come with me. Konghai, my Buddhist friend, please wait a moment."
"Alright!" Konghai immediately agreed.
Konghai was a smart man and knew that Hui Wen wouldn’t just pick anyone to fight as the onlookers suggested, nor would he be careless or hasty when it came to martial arts.
Ye Chenfeng was certainly no ordinary person, and that’s why Master Hui Wen chose him.
Ye Chenfeng, however, was covered with lines of confusion; did Master Hui Wen truly know what he was thinking?
If it had been in Wudang today, Ye Chenfeng wouldn’t mind being the shield, as he had a deep understanding of Tai Chi Fist, he had merely encountered but not really studied the martial arts of Buddhism.
This was a spacious, empty room, with not a single person inside.
Master Hui Wen had brought Ye Chenfeng here, who looked around with curiosity.
Master Hui Wen’s eyes were exceptionally bright, and his whole body radiated an ethereal aura that made Ye Chenfeng find the old monk even more enigmatic.
"Master Hui Wen, you’re not sharpening the knife at the eleventh hour, planning to teach me some Buddhist martial arts, are you?" Ye Chenfeng asked curiously.
Master Hui Wen smiled and nodded, "Exactly, Patron Ye is indeed intelligent."
"Really... Wait a minute, Master Hui Wen, how do you know my surname is Ye?" Ye Chenfeng realized something and quickly asked.
Master Hui Wen smiled mysteriously, "I will tell you later, Patron Ye; now is not the time."
Ye Chenfeng complied, glad it wasn’t a case of ’Buddha says cannot say.’
Master Hui Wen, with an intense gaze, asked Ye Chenfeng, "Does Patron Ye know which aspect of martial arts Konghai excels in?"
"Finger Technique!" Ye Chenfeng replied instinctively.
He had noticed earlier that the guy Konghai was always touching his right hand’s middle and index fingers, and that these fingers were particularly pale and slender, different from the others. It could only mean one thing: his secret technique lay in his Finger Technique.
"Good, I will teach you a few moves of Finger Technique," Master Hui Wen said with a smile.
The teaching of martial arts didn’t take long, around ten minutes or so.
Ye Chenfeng and Master Hui Wen had already taken their places in the center of the room.
The moment the two of them arrived, all eyes were instantly focused on them.
However, both Ye Chenfeng and Master Hui Wen wore the same expression, a slight, indecipherable smile playing across their lips.
Especially Ye Chenfeng, standing there exuding confidence and mystery, he put on Konghai the pressure of a great mountain.
"Brother, what were you and Master Hui Wen doing just now?" Chu Qingfei asked softly, and even Chu Qingxue cast a curious glance his way.
Ye Chenfeng, however, responded with a mysterious smile, "Buddha said not to speak of it."
"Hmph, Brother, you’re annoying." Chu Qingfei let out a dissatisfied snort.
Konghai looked at Ye Chenfeng, then finally set his gaze on Master Hui Wen, "Master Hui Wen, shall we begin?"
"You should ask Benefactor Ye," Master Hui Wen said with a smile.
"Benefactor Ye?" Konghai turned to Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, "Yes, please begin, Master Konghai."
The crowd automatically dispersed, clearing a large space for Ye Chenfeng and Konghai to exchange their knowledge of martial arts.
There were many spectators; even though they were at a monastery, curiosity burned fiercely within everyone, and many were discussing in whispers who might win...
At this time, from the back of the spectator crowd near Ye Chenfeng came a monk carrying two buckets of water. The monk had fair features but was acting crazy, spouting all sorts of nonsense.
The man was disheveled; while other young monks wore their standard robes, this one wore a fake Adidas T-shirt and a pair of old, faded, and even discolored beach shorts.
"Hey, donor, you’re going to face a disaster of blood today!" The crazed monk put down his buckets, squeezed into the crowd, leaned on the shoulder of a man at the front, and said with a smile.
The man looked him up and down and then rolled his eyes, dismissively saying, "Crazy."
The surrounding people glanced at the crazed monk a few times, then turned away, unanimously treating him like a madman, some even wondering why such a monk existed in the monastery.
The monk, however, did not mind and watched with great interest.
Ye Chenfeng and Konghai stood apart, locking eyes with each other.
Without any breeze, yet a strong gust suddenly arose, causing the hair of those standing nearby to lift.
But the two just stood there, eye to eye, for a full minute, neither making a move.
This made the onlookers very curious, and they began to wonder if the two had already fought three hundred rounds invisibly, just like in television dramas.
Although neither had moved, the surrounding people gradually began to feel pressure.
An invisible ferocity of martial intent fiercely clashed, causing even the branches of the ancient trees, thousands of years old, to shake uncontrollably.
Countless falling leaves descended like a sudden storm, instantly burying Ye Chenfeng, who was closest to the ancient tree.
"Master Konghai, watch out!"
Ye Chenfeng casually pinched a falling leaf between his right hand’s middle finger and index finger, accurately and precisely catching it.
With a flick of his fingers, the leaf shot out like a bullet, tracing a parabolic arc as it cut through the air with a terrifying whistling sound that was somewhat piercing to the ears.
Konghai, on the other end, did not dare to be careless at all. His eyes focused, he rubbed his feet back and forth on the ground and finally stood as if rooted to the spot.
In fact, Konghai was secretly alarmed because Ye Chenfeng had started off with a Buddhist Finger Technique, clearly recognizing his own proficiency with finger techniques.
The leaf, truly as fast as a bullet, raced towards its target, and those who knew their stuff understood that the leaf’s power was no less than that of a bullet, sure to leave a hole in anyone it struck.
Just as the leaf sped towards Konghai, he too made his move, also using two fingers, he amazingly pinched the flying leaf out of the air.