792: Chapter 792 Can Success Feed You?

Provocation! A blatant provocation!

Both the Fat Taoist and the Thin Taoist were stunned.

Wait... is this guy sick?

They had threatened him like that, yet he was still walking up? He really wasn't afraid of death!

"You... you stop right there!" The Fat Taoist snapped out of it and roared at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand.

"Weren't you going to rob me?"

"Come on, I'll stand right here and let you rob me. Let's see how you do it."

The Fat Taoist's face turned bright red.

Oh, for the love of the Supreme Venerable!

The two brothers had been fooling people who wanted to go up the mountain into staying away from this area for over half a year.

This was the first time they had met someone with such a death wish.

They were supposed to be robbing people!

Yet these two weren't sleeping in the middle of the night and had come here instead, and they weren't even afraid of them.

The problem was... did he dare to actually rob them?

No! Even the short knives in their hands were just for scaring people.

The two exchanged a look and chased after them, blocking Ye Chen and the other person again.

Immediately after, the Thin Taoist said angrily: "Don't force us to take action, or you'll regret it!"

"I said..." Ye Chen glanced at him and continued walking forward, "I beg you to rob me."

The Fat Taoist was getting anxious, veins popping on his forehead: "Can you not understand human language? I said, you can't go up this road! Otherwise, leave your lives behind!"

The Thin Taoist also roared.

"Are you two tired of living in the middle of the night? We are robbing you!"

"If you take one more step forward and something happens, don't blame us for not warning you!"

Ye Chen stopped and said calmly: "Give me a reason not to go up."

The Fat Taoist and the Thin Taoist looked at each other, their eyes full of uncertainty.

The Thin Taoist was the first to deflate, throwing the short knife on the ground and plopping down on a rock by the roadside.

"Fine, you're tough. If you insist on asking, then I'll tell you."

"The abbot in the temple has gone into a demonic deviation."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

The Fat Taoist took a deep breath and continued.

"The abbot was originally a good man, with high cultivation and a kind heart, having practiced purely on this Qingniu Mountain for decades."

"But half a year ago, I don't know what happened, he suddenly... went crazy."

"During the day he is still fine, just like a normal person, chanting scriptures and drinking tea as usual."

"But once night falls..." He swallowed, a trace of terror flashing in his eyes.

"Once night falls, he changes into a different person, with black energy radiating from his body, his eyes bloodshot, and he hits anyone he sees in the Taoist temple."

"Three junior brothers have already been injured by him; the most severely injured one lay in bed for two months and still hasn't gotten up." The Thin Taoist added.

"Later, when he was clear-headed during the day, he knew he would go crazy at night, so he made us all go down the mountain after dark, and no one was allowed to stay in the temple."

"As for him... he can go down the mountain during the day, but he can't leave at night."

"It's extremely strange!"

He paused and pointed at the mountain road under their feet.

"So, our two brothers guard here every night, not letting anyone go up."

"It's not to rob people, it's because we're afraid that someone will go up in the dark and run into the abbot in that state..."

"That would really cost lives." The Fat Taoist sighed.

"We've said everything we need to say. If you still don't believe us and insist on going up to die, then we can't stop you."

"But I'll say the ugly things first: if something happens, don't blame us for not warning you, and it has nothing to do with us!"

After listening, Ye Chen nodded and continued walking up the mountain.

Fat Taoist: "???"

Thin Taoist: "???"

Does this guy not understand human language?

The two couldn't help but chase after them, rattling off in Japanese, South Korean, and American languages.

As a result... Ye Chen didn't listen, but Yan Qingwu on the side was speechless: "Are you not qualified to be a Taoist on the mountain now if you don't know a few languages?"

The Fat Taoist and the Thin Taoist couldn't hold it together.

Is that the point?

The two Taoists were completely anxious.

The Fat Taoist ripped open the collar of his Taoist robe, revealing a white undershirt printed with "Invincible Under Heaven," and stepped forward with his neck stiff.

"I'm asking, do you two not understand good advice?"

"My brother and I are trying to persuade you out of kindness, and you insist on taking our good intentions for granted, right?"

The Thin Taoist also picked up the short knife from the ground again.

"I'll put it out there today: you aren't going up this mountain."

"If you want to go up, you'll have to step over our bodies."

The two stood left and right, taking their stances.

Yan Qingwu raised an eyebrow, tilted her head to look at Ye Chen, wanting to see how this Expert intended to handle it.

Ye Chen stopped, turned around, and looked at the two flushed-faced Taoists in front of him, unable to help but laugh.

"Fine, you insist on stopping me, right? Then I'll give you a chance."

"How about this, I'll let you attack however you want."

"I'll stand right here, my feet won't move, and my hands won't leave my pockets."

"If you can touch a single hair on my body, I'll turn around and leave, and never come to this mountain again."

"But if you can't touch me..."

He paused and tilted his chin toward the mountain, "Then don't stop me, alright?"

The Fat Taoist and the Thin Taoist looked at each other.

The Fat Taoist blinked, and the Thin Taoist blinked too.

The next second.

A look of anger appeared on the Fat Taoist's face, his nose crooked with rage.

"Wait... who are you looking down on, kid?"

He looked back at the Thin Taoist, "Junior brother, he said we can't even touch him!"

The Thin Taoist was also angry, the short knife in his hand trembling with rage.

"Senior brother, I'm not deaf, I heard him!"

"This kid is insanely arrogant!"

"Although we aren't top-tier Experts, we've been bitterly practicing on Qingniu Mountain for twenty years, and we aren't soft persimmons!"

Upon hearing this, the Fat Taoist's gaze fell back on Ye Chen, his eyes full of anger.

"Fine! You said it!"

"Feet won't move, hands won't leave your pockets!"

"If I touch a single hair of yours today, even if you don't want to go up the mountain, I'll carry you up!"

"Junior brother, attack!"

Before the words had faded, the two moved simultaneously.

Although the Fat Taoist was round, he was unexpectedly agile. He lunged in front of Ye Chen, his right palm striking toward his shoulder with a gust of wind.

The Thin Taoist circled around from the side, his left hand turning into a claw, grabbing toward Ye Chen's arm.

The two cooperated tacitly, obviously having trained together.

However.

Just as the Fat Taoist's palm was less than half a meter from Ye Chen's shoulder...

"Bang."

A muffled sound echoed.

The Fat Taoist suddenly felt like he had hit a wall.

Not only was the force of his blow completely dissipated, but he was also bounced back by a strange force.

He stumbled back several steps and finally plopped down on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

The Thin Taoist's situation was exactly the same.

"What... what the hell is this?!"

The Thin Taoist was completely stunned.

He never expected... that they would actually fail to attack?

The Fat Taoist climbed up from the ground and, refusing to believe it, charged again.

As a result... it was still half a meter away. His hands and feet were flailing wildly in the air, but it was as if he had been hit by a immobilization spell; he couldn't touch Ye Chen no matter what.

The scene was as comical as it could be.

The Fat Taoist waved for a long time, finally exhausted, and plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

"Hoo... Junior brother, how is it on your side?"

The Thin Taoist also stopped, plopping down on a rock, his face as pale as paper.

"Can't touch him... completely can't touch him..."

He looked up at Ye Chen, his eyes full of horror.

"You... what kind of black magic did you use?"

The Fat Taoist also looked up, his eyes almost popping out: "Wait... are you human or a ghost?"

It was too bizarre!

Ye Chen hadn't moved at all, yet they couldn't get close to him.

That feeling was like being blocked by a barrier.

Then.

It separated this young man from the whole world.

Such a method was unheard of to them...

Ye Chen didn't explain, just asked: "Are we continuing?"

The Fat Taoist and the Thin Taoist looked at each other.

Then.

"Bang! Bang!"

They knelt down almost simultaneously.

The Fat Taoist changed from his previous fierce look, his face full of sycophantic smiles.

"Expert! We brothers were blind and offended you. You are a magnanimous person, please don't hold it against us!"

The Thin Taoist also knelt on the side, nodding desperately, his eyes red.

"Yes, yes!"

"We are just two mountain guards, making two thousand yuan a month, without even social insurance and housing fund. Is it easy for us?"

"Just treat what we said earlier as a fart, please don't take it to heart!"

Ye Chen looked at the two Taoists in front of him, whose attitudes had completely flipped, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "With the speed you change your faces, do you work at a Sichuan opera troupe?"

The Fat Taoist hurriedly apologized with a smile.

"Expert, you're right! We two brothers were indeed in a Sichuan opera troupe before; later, the troupe disbanded, and that's when we went up the mountain to become monks!"

Ye Chen: "..."

He was just saying it casually, and he actually guessed it right?

Yan Qingwu stood on the side, finally unable to hold it in, and let out a laugh: "Hahaha... I can't take it! My stomach hurts, you two... can you have some dignity?"

The Fat Taoist looked aggrieved.

"Female benefactor, that's not right of you."

"Can dignity put food on the table? Can it pay for social insurance and housing fund?"

"We are poor on the mountain. The temple is in disrepair, and we don't have money to fix the leaking roof, nor can we afford the medicine for the abbot's demonic deviation."

"We've been blocking people here for over half a year, not for anything else, but because we're afraid that someone will go up and lose their life, and the temple won't be able to afford the compensation!"

The Thin Taoist nodded along, his eyes even redder.

"Yes, last month a tourist insisted on going up. We couldn't stop him, and he ended up being slapped away by the abbot. He lay in the hospital for half a month, and it was us two brothers who pooled our money to pay the medical expenses."

"That was twelve thousand! Our private savings from half a year were all spent on it!"