CHAPTER 557: CHAPTER 512: WRATH FUELS THE HEART DEMON, UPROAR IN THE WARRIOR MONASTERY!

Why is it like this?

I can’t say.

Actually, he just felt that way in his heart.

Because from the distance, indeed it is closer...

Liao Chen shook his head, spreading his chubby hands:

"I do not know either."

The temple’s great abilities, preparing to attempt to reshape the golden bodies of the eighteen arhats stained by demons using the Buddha’s light.

This matter is confidential, naturally, it cannot be explained to Meng Chuan, this "outsider".

"Understood."

He wasn’t disappointed either.

It’s not a big problem, as long as his martial arts fortune is strong enough.

The distance does not matter then...

Meng Chuan continued to sit by the wall with Liao Chen, discussing intel related to the eighteen arhats, gaining a lot.

The big fat monk faced his questions, basically answering all of them.

What he couldn’t answer, he deflected with humor.

Meng Chuan speculated on the reason, mostly there were some things that the Shaolin needed to keep secret, so he didn’t press further.

...

On the training ground, the monks were practicing boxing.

Those near the vermilion lacquered gate saw a monk approaching with the majesty of a dragon and tiger.

They immediately stopped moving, pressed their palms together, and said:

"Amitabha, Master Huaiyuan."

Huaiyuan responded with a "Good," pressing his palms together.

Meng Chuan also saw this person, his Arhat Fist master.

From a distance, he saw him making this gesture, his muscles and tendons like crouching tigers lying in the forest.

Large muscles swelled, the monk robe was tight as if it were about to tear.

Internal and external exercises combined, a horizontal training expert.

Huaiyuan continued inside, preparing to go to the inner hall to change into the short monk robe worn in the training ground usually.

Because he was thinking about two things, focusing his senses on the three dantian in the sea of consciousness, he did not notice a new person in the courtyard.

A thought crossed his mind, and the entire inner hall became a bit frostier.

"The person who desecrated the Buddha in the Mahavira Hall that day has yet to be found..."

The changing room.

He took off his monk robe, gently folded it, revealing a terrifyingly explosive physique.

At this moment, Huaiyuan examined his own body, quite satisfied with his expression.

He already has an outstanding talent for horizontal training, seeing that becoming a grandmaster was hopeless, he focused on horizontal training.

Looking at it now, it’s somewhat effective.

While changing into a short robe convenient for teaching and practicing, he thought to himself:

"Divine Monk Baibao informed me to give a class to the student from Northern United University, don’t know if they’ve come today..."

Actually, he came to the monk academy early in the morning, but seeing no one, he left.

...

Watching him slowly walk out, the monks’ gazes focused on Master Huaiyuan, greeting him one after another.

The shadow covered a large area of the training ground.

Huaiyuan slightly bowed and walked two steps.

Like a tiger prowling through the mountains, his movements were unerringly similar.

By the wall, the big fat monk pointed out:

"This is our Shaolin True Skill, the Tiger Subdue Fist, trained to the marrow.

Don’t look at its appearance like a tiger; the fist skill follows the Xingyi loop."

"The intent is to subdue the tiger, not imitate the tiger?"

"Good."

Meng Chuan jokingly teased:

"Between Master Liao Chen and Master Huaiyuan, who’s stronger?"

"...I’m far from it."

"You’re being modest, Master, hahaha."

He could sense that the big fat monk sitting beside him was also a martial arts expert who didn’t reveal his abilities.

Which style of fist skill it belonged to, as the cultivation deepened, only when fighting could one gain insight.

Just like the big fat monk beside him.

He didn’t speak loudly, his body didn’t show any momentum.

Who could know he was a martial arts master in the Elephant Form Sect practicing Dragon Form Boxing...

Liao Chen distantly greeted Huaiyuan with a Buddha name and turned to Meng Chuan beside him, saying:

"Amitabha, Master Huaiyuan is here, Donor Meng can seek his instruction."

"..."

"Donor Meng?"

"Meng..."

Liao Chen fell silent, even the dullest person could sense something was off.

Let alone him.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the air suddenly turned exceedingly tense.

It seemed as if a storm was brewing, causing the entire training ground to turn a few degrees colder.

At this point, Meng Chuan certainly didn’t have the time to respond to Liao Chen.

His gaze was fixed straight on Huaiyuan.

Because at this moment, the other was also staring intently at him!

This Shaolin monk academy, Xingyi boxing instructor, his expression was very displeasing...

Huaiyuan, when greeting Liao Chen, noticed Meng Chuan beside him.

Seeing his unfamiliar face, he then sensed and discovered.

This person was the one who desecrated the Buddha in the Mahavira Hall that day!

His gaze turned increasingly unfriendly, his steps purposeful, swaying slowly towards Meng Chuan.

The imposing aura unconsciously diffused, like a tiger about to erupt.

In the field, everyone naturally perceived that something was wrong, and remained silent.

Beside him, little monk Jue Ming was extremely puzzled, not knowing what was happening.

The two had never met, and he didn’t know why Master Huaiyuan was acting this way.

For what reason, this demeanor towards Meng Chuan?

By the wall, Meng Chuan was also baffled, not knowing where he had offended the other.

He was a practitioner of constant evidence.

But searching through his memories repeatedly had no answer; he had never even seen this person.

"Could it be, I inadvertently did harm to his relatives or friends?"

Demon Path martial artist, or his enemy?

[Wugen Sheng · Lin Yue], is this his illegitimate child?

It was incomprehensible.

Upon thinking this, he didn’t want to dwell on it, directly deciding that the other was just looking for trouble with him.

If he didn’t want to teach, then don’t teach; this demeanor, who was it for?

Under the pressure of the opponent’s aura, he slowly stood up.

His gaze turned cold, locking on to this master monk academy instructor, ready to explode.

The dust on the ground, under the clash of the two’s auras, slowly lifted off, suspended in mid-air without falling.

Step, step, step...

Meng Chuan pushed with momentum, actively moving forward.

As the momentum rose, it caused white foggy dust, creating an electric atmosphere that clawed ferociously towards Huaiyuan.

The other pressured him with aura; how could Meng Chuan yield?