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Although the mountain was not high, it was very slow for An Shicheng to walk. The old man walked while enjoying the scenery, and when he was almost to the top of the mountain, An Shicheng had already seen the people lining up in front of him. He asked a few questions and found out that they were all here for Zen Master Mu to ask for help.

An Shicheng very obediently stood at the back of the line as the crowd walked slowly. An Shicheng waited from noon all the way to the evening for four to five hours before his figure disappeared into the small room. An Shicheng then asked the people around him, 'Is Zen Master Mu living here?'

The surrounding people told him that although there were many people who came to ask for help from Zen Master Mu, and some of them were nobles who wanted to rebuild Zen Master Mu's house, but the carpenter Zen Master said that he was used to living in his own thatched hut, so he politely refused the wealthy merchants.

An Shicheng listened to the old monk's growing interest, and after about two hours, it was finally his turn. He waited until the person in front of him came out, then he saw a young monk walk out from the door and said to the people outside, "Master is tired today, we will stop here today. Please come back tomorrow if you need anything."

When the appointed time arrived, the Zen Master would no longer receive anyone and would also go down the mountain. This mountain was not high and it was very convenient to go down, so everyone didn't complain too much and only thought that they would come tomorrow morning.

An Shicheng looked at the crowd as they all left, and the young monk was about to enter the room, but he stopped them and smiled, "Young master, I came here from afar to travel, so I am unfamiliar with the surrounding area. Today's weather is late, can you allow this old man to spend the night here? "What's more, this queue just happens to reach my position."

After hearing this, the young monk hesitated for a while before saying, "I have to ask my master."

At this moment, a deep and powerful voice could be heard from inside the room. "San Bao, please let this old benefactor in." Then he said, "My humble abode isn't too big. I hope you don't mind." As he spoke, the door was sucked open by a strong gust of wind.

An Shicheng looked inside and saw a table by the door. Behind the table sat an old monk with white beard and eyebrows, a scar on his forehead, and a white robe. He was looking at him with a smile.

When An Shicheng saw this old monk, he couldn't help but let out an "ah!", his eyes constantly moving as if he had thought of something. San Bao glanced at An Shicheng, feeling that this person's expression was quite disrespectful upon seeing his own master.

At this time, Zen Master Mu said to the young monk, "The Three Protectors offer tea to the old benefactor." The three guards turned around and went to Zen Master Mu. The old monk turned around and smiled at An Shicheng, "Since old Benefactor came from afar, there must be a reason for you to be in a bad condition if you were to look for the old monk."

An Shicheng regained his composure and said, "Master, I have been feeling unwell for the past few days. My body is always in a daze and I will perspire from time to time. Can you show it to me?"

Mu Yanzhi smiled. "Old Benefactor, please extend your hand and take this old monk to take a look at my pulse."

An Shizhen stretched out his right hand and placed it on the table, while Zen Master Mu spoke with his hand on An ShiCheng's pulse. Unexpectedly, just as his hand was placed on An Shizheng's pulse, he felt a vigorous and vigorous pure yang inner force continuously assaulting his two fingers from his pulse.

At this time, it was already too late for Zen Master Mu to pull back his hand. He was like a magnet as he tightly sucked in his two fingers on An ShiCheng's pulse, and also, Zen Master Mu could only feel that his inner strength was being sucked away by An Shiheng in a steady stream.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, but was trapped for a long time by the inner strength, he was determined to be sucked dry. Immediately, he circulated his Buddhist true energy onto his two fingers and used a powerful and gentle wave of Buddhist true energy to stop An Shicheng's inner strength from slowly pushing back An Shicheng's inner strength.

The two people, one monk and one monk, with one firm and one soft, the two types of inner strength began to fight in this two finger sized area. In the eyes of outsiders, it did indeed seem like Zen Master Mu was giving An Shi a pulse, but who could have known that between these two fingers, no matter which one of them had the slightest bit of retreat, their life could be in danger.

At this time, the two were completely focused on competing with their inner strength, so Mu Linfeng could only stare at An Shicheng, but was unable to say a single word. An Shicheng was the same as well, he wanted to test if this old monk was the person he guessed, so he made a move … … Who would have thought that this old monk had such a powerful strength?

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time. San Bao's young monk had already brewed two cups of tea, and brought them over from behind. When San Bao came over, he saw that Zen Master Mu was checking An Shicheng's pulse, but when he looked carefully, he felt that there was something wrong between his master and this old man. "Are you alright?"

Both of them did not answer, and San Bao saw that his master's expression was bad, so he did not dare to ask too much. Gradually, San Bao saw the sweat on both of their faces, and before long, both of their clothes were soaked through, and San Bao knew that something must have happened to them, so he asked loudly: "Master, are you guys okay!"

The two naturally didn't have time to answer him. San Bao saw that the two's expressions were getting more and more painful, but his master didn't let go of An Shicheng's hand. He rushed over and shouted: "Master, we're not going to treat him anymore!" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to break apart the pulse that Zen Master Mu had given An Shi. One must know that this was where the two people competed.

When San Bao's hand just touched the two people's hands, he felt a huge force trying to retreat by itself. San Bao's body flew out and heavily fell against the wall, fainting on the spot.

At the same time, Mu Yanzhi and An Shicheng simultaneously cried out at the same time as the table in front of the two broke into pieces. At the same time, Mu Yanzhi and An Shicheng simultaneously cried out at the same time as the table in front of the two broke apart and immediately shattered into pieces.

Mu Linfeng quickly ran over to look at San Bao. When he was sure that San Bao was only knocked out, he turned his head and said in a low voice: "Wind Returning Heart Technique, Zhen Wu Miracle Scripture, you are from the Wanmei Manor!"

An Shicheng smiled and said, "Great eyesight, Lieutenant Zhang. I am An Shicheng, the previous owner of the Wanmei Manor."