Yang Yi looked at the Emperor Xin, who was holding a Zen stick with a majestic face, and sighed: "The four holy monks really have to do it?"

In the entire Tang Dynasty, almost everyone had the way to die, but only the four great monks were outside the world, and were truly great monks with compassion and a heart that was dedicated to seeking Buddha, and they should not kill them no matter what.

In fact, if he left with Shi Zhixuan, these four old monks would definitely be difficult to catch up with him, but with Yang Yi's current identity, how could he escape?

Besides, even if they avoid them today, they will still have to capture Shi Zhixuan next time. The best way is to defeat them and eliminate their thoughts. In this way, they can solve this problem once and for all.

But when facing these four great saint monks, if they want to defeat them without hurting them, even with Yang Yi's cultivation level, it will be a bit difficult to do. Even if they can do it, it will definitely take a lot of energy.

It is precisely because of this reason that he controlled Shi Zhixuan so that he would not cause trouble and kill people's lives.

The Emperor Xin on the opposite side sighed to Yang Yi: "Mr. Yang, I have not come out of the mountain for a long time. Unexpectedly, as soon as I came out of the mountain, I found that the entire situation in the world changed drastically. Most of the huge changes that occurred during this period were related to Mr., who changed the situation in the whole world with one person, killed Zhu Can, seized Luoyang, and made a big fuss in Chang'an. Even the evil king was taken as a subordinate. Whether such things are good or bad, I really couldn't argue about it, but the evil king steals my Buddhist mental methods and goes out to be evil. The cause and effect are really closely related to the Buddhist."

A thin and black monk next to him, wearing a thin gray monk robe, said aloud: "Mr. Yang, this evil disciple steals my mind and uses it to do evil. Every time he does evil, he will have a cause and effect on me. If I don't capture this evil disciple early, my practice will never be complete."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I dare to ask you what you call Master?"

The old monk from the black black smiled and said, "I'm Jiaxiang."

He pointed his hand at an old monk beside him and introduced to Yang Yi: "This Taoist brother beside me is the wisdom master of Tiantai Sect."

Master Zhihui has a tall and straight body, a tall and flat forehead, a shiny black and lacquered eyebrows, a slender face, and his eyes shine with wisdom. He looks like a wise monk and kind face. When Jiaxiang introduced himself to Yang Yi, he chanted the Buddha's name and bowed to Yang Yi, "I have met Mr. Yang with wisdom."

Yang Yi laughed and said, "I have heard of the names of the four holy monks for a long time, but I didn't expect that one day I would become enemies with the four masters, but this still makes me feel embarrassed."

Master Daoxin smiled and said, "Oh? I wonder what is the dilemma between Mr. Yang?"

Yang Yi said distressedly: "My difficulty is that Yang really doesn't know what method to use to defeat the four without hurting them."

He shook his head and said, "I really don't want to fight with the four."

Seeing that he was so sarcastic, the four masters frowned at Yang Yi's arrogance even though they were calm and had no intention of winning or losing.

Master Jiaxiang smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, since I learned about your name, we have known that if we are in terms of martial arts cultivation, the four of us are not as good as you. But today, in order to capture the evil disciples, we may have to join forces with the four Taoist brothers to deal with Mr. Yang. Please forgive me for any rudeness during this period."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly his eyes darkened, and the Zen Staff of Emperor Xin had already pounded towards him.

This staff was extremely ferocious, with wind and thunder hitting the face, and its power was extremely extraordinary.

As the Zen Staff arrived, the slow voice of Venerable Emperor Xin, "Mr. Yang, please take me a stick."

Although he spoke slowly, the Zen Staff arrived in front of Yang Yi until he finished speaking.

Yang Yi laughed loudly, and a big thumb appeared in his right hand, and slowly pressed the head of the stick that reached him. "I heard for a long time that the Great Perfect Staff Technique of Venerable Emperor Xin is the best in the world. When I see it today, it is indeed worthy of its reputation!"

In the eyes of the four masters, Yang Yi pressed his finger forward very slowly, and his speaking speed was surprisingly slow, but the staff of Emperor Xin, which was as fast as lightning and thunder, was just pressed by him with his thumb on the head of the staff.

"Bang!"

The sound of qi fighting sounded, and the face of Emperor Di Xin suddenly changed color. The Zen stick in his hand made a "buzzing" sound. After trembling rapidly, it instantly flew out of Master Jiaxiang's hand and flew away. With a "puff" sound, it inserted into the trunk of a nearby tree, and it was not reached.

The "Great Perfect Staff Technique" of Venerable Emperor Xin emphasizes the state of freedom and perfection of "being the master everywhere and being true everywhere", which comes from nothing and goes back to nothing.

No matter how tight the opponent's defense is, his Great Perfect Staff can still flow like a stream passing through a dense bamboo forest.

However, although his staff technique is profound and mysterious, and is difficult for ordinary people to deal with, in Yang Yi's eyes, there are clear green mountains and clear waters everywhere. Although the staff of Emperor Xin is amazing, for him, it is a flaw everywhere, and he can easily knock out the Zen staff of Emperor Xin to fly away.

When the Zen Staff flew out in the hand of Emperor Xin, Yang Yi's body was like an illusion, and instantly arrived in front of Emperor Xin. After the thumb of his right hand hit the Zen Staff, the casting force remained unchanged, and he kept the same posture and pointed it towards Emperor Xin's chest.

"A fingertip?"

The Emperor Emperor was shocked and his body quickly retreated, "How could you get a finger to me?"

His body movements were not as fast as Yang Yi. At this moment, he was surprised and lost the opportunity and tried his best to roll sideways. At the last moment when he could not be released, he finally gave up Yang Yi's thunderous finger.

"Good, good, Mr. Yang's finger is so scared!"

After the Emperor Emperor rolled around the ground, he stood up and said, "Mr. Yang has such a deep internal strength!"

He rolled on the ground, his clothes were covered in mud, and he looked embarrassed and dissatisfied with the majestic and solemn image just now.

Yang Yi originally wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory and subdue Venerable Dixin first. As long as one of them was defeated, the other three people would be less cooperative. At that time, they would save a lot of effort.

But just as he rushed to Venerable Emperor Xin, three figures in front of him suddenly dispersed, instantly surrounding Yang Yi in the middle.

"Du!"

The wooden fish in the dark and thin Master Jiaxiang's hand suddenly rang. Yang Yi's body stagnated, his long hair suddenly floated up, and he laughed and said, "Master Jiaxiang knocked on a good wooden fish!"

When he smiled, the wooden fish in Jiaxiang's hand suddenly made a "buzzing" sound, and it kept shaking like a living thing in his hand. It seemed that the wooden fish had really become a big fish that was slippery.

“Duh!”

Jiaxiang stretched out a thumb like Yang Yi's move just now, clenched the other four fingers into a fist shape, and pressed the Mu Yu in his hand with the fingers of the thumb. It was his unique trick of the finger.

The reason why Venerable Dixin was surprised by Yang Yi's attack just now was that he was curious about why Yang Yi had Master Jiaxiang's finger.

"puff"

After Jiaxiang pressed Muyu with his thumb, his whole body shook, and the buzzing wooden fish sound in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Jiaxiang nodded slightly, looked up at Yang Yi who was surrounded by the center, and was about to move his finger away from the wooden fish when he suddenly felt something and threw the wooden fish out of his hand like an electric shock.

"boom!"

The wooden fish just threw it out and it fryed into a ball of debris.
Chapter completed!