Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1313 - 1014–1015: Calamity Across the Land! The Foolishness of Fools! (Monthly Ticket Bonus - 7)

Chapter 1313: Chapter 1014–1015: Calamity Across the Land! The Foolishness of Fools! (Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter 7)

"Today we drink, today we get drunk, don’t wait for the wine to run dry and the belly to ache!"

Hui En smiled slightly, flicked the Prayer Beads in his hand with a "crack," his five fingers spread wide, completely enveloping the spinning wine cup, his palm moving seemingly slowly yet with skill, accurately grasping the wine cup.

Whoosh! Phew!

The wine cup entered his hand, spiraling around.

The Reverse Nine Revolutions Force immediately unleashed nine distinctly different types of True Strength.

"Not good!"

Hui En Monk felt as though his palm was gripping a slippery, high-speed spinning Bead, unable to hold it tightly, and a terrifying force, like a breaking dam, surged towards him.

His face immediately changed, and with a flick of his palm, the Prayer Beads on his wrist circled around his arm, gathering Essence Qi.

But the next moment, the wine cup continued to spin violently, rubbing his palm’s skin painfully as if about to peel, feeling as though he held a dragon tail containing infinite True Strength, his palm tingling as nine True Strengths invaded his meridians.

"Ah!"

Hui En stepped back, his face flushed red, his sleeve suddenly bulged like a wind-filled sail, absorbing the Heaven and Earth Power, the Essence Qi inside his sleeves caving in, creating a small space that encompassed all.

Sumeru mustard seed seal!

Nothingness exists, limited yet limitless.

The nine True Strengths invading his meridians were immediately enveloped by the abundant Essence Qi in his sleeves.

The terrifying Qi Force pressed like a heavy layer of air pressure.

Crack! Crack! Crack! —!

The wine cup couldn’t withstand the raging forces between them, splintering into countless fragments amidst the sharp sound.

Hui En’s eyes widened, attempting to grasp firmly.

Boom!

His sleeve and the Prayer Beads around his arm were suddenly torn open by turbulent air, scattering in pieces like debris and Hidden Weapons in all directions.

The wine cup exploded along with the surging wine, turning the Qi Force into a fragrant mist that instantly permeated.

"Uh!"

Hui En groaned, stepping back repeatedly, his body trembling, alcohol scent filling his nostrils, his bald head covered in wine droplets.

Bang!

He stomped his foot, cracking the ground into a three-foot deep pit, barely standing firmly.

For a moment, he felt his Qi-Blood churning, his meridians almost in disarray.

Despite having the immensely powerful Yijinjing Essence Qi, he felt mildly injured, unable to maintain his previous calm composure.

"How could this Black Wind Village Chief just breakthrough and possess such formidable strength?

...No, it’s his martial arts that are strange and powerful, featuring nine distinctly fierce forces, sometimes fierce, sometimes subtle, sometimes fierce within subtlety, sometimes subtle within fierceness, sometimes horizontal, sometimes straight, sometimes retracting, sometimes tearing, sometimes stirring, difficult to resist...hiss..."

Hui En inhaled slightly, feeling the burning pain in his lungs, his face stern, hands clasped together, gesturing towards Jiang Dali and others who had emerged from the tent, "Amitabha Buddha! What a pity, what a pity.

Mituom’s good thoughts, do not waste the Golden Platform in that country.

Yan is ruthless, do not provoke his iron rod.

As an old monk, I coveted the contents of this cup for a moment, but underestimated the heroes of the world, thank you, Master Jiang, for the Head Strike!"

"Hehehe, Mituom’s good thoughts, do not waste the Golden Platform in that country... Old monk, are you comparing yourself to Mituofu?"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, striding forward with crowd accompaniment, rolling his Black Cloak behind him, his tiger eyes shining to focus on the fat old monk in front.

The other was like a large wooden bucket, his chubby face slightly sweaty, his bald head with nine scars, his round face clean-shaven, chin almost invisible below cheeks, necklace of large Buddha Beads on his neck.

Each Buddha Bead was almost as big as a baby’s fist.

The most peculiar thing was the monk’s waist bearing a wine gourd boldly, making this image more like a playboy monk than a Shaolin High Monk.

Hui En Monk wiped sweat from his fat face, smiling, clasped his hands together, "The old monk does not dare to compare with Mituofu Buddha, but after witnessing Master Jiang’s prowess, I sincerely admire you, bound by the precept not to speak falsehood, I sincerely hope you can feel my sincerity, and please forgive my intrusion into the military camp."

As they say, one does not hit a smiling face.

Though Hui En Monk had rudely pushed soldiers aside upon arrival, his apologetic demeanor with a candid smile reduced animosity.

Jiang Dali didn’t intend to start a fight, instead aimed to test the Shaolin Hui Generation monk’s skills, perhaps gain the upper hand, seeing the situation, he accommodated smoothly, replied calmly.

"Since it’s a misunderstanding, both I, the village chief, and General Yue won’t hold grudges. However, I’m curious, I’ve heard the master intends to explore the base of Leifeng Tower? Did Shaolin not thoroughly investigate it last time?"

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Hui En murmured a Buddhist chant, bowing slightly, "Master Jiang, to be honest, the base of Leifeng Tower poses great risk, connecting directly to an underground lava pool. Years ago, a Divine Stone blocked it, preventing West Lake’s water from spilling into the lava pool.

But since an unknown powerful figure took that Divine Stone, the passage between the ground and underground has essentially opened."