Golden Ray Monastery's abbot, Yan Kong, personally stepped out of the mountain gate to welcome Xu Qing, and the group arrived at the Grand Hall.
On the way, Xu Qing noticed Yan Kong's palms.
The monk was at least fifty years old, his hand clutching prayer beads smooth and delicate, exuding a jade-like luster.
Besides that, the old monk's fingers were slender, joints robust; upon close inspection, one could sense an aura of splitting rocks and breaking steles, unintentionally causing hearts to palpitate.
"Guard Ma once said that his Iron Sand Palm could only be considered second or third rate at Great Zen Temple. Within Great Zen Temple, to truly be considered first-rate palm technique, the Powerful Vajra Palm certainly ranks among them. In fact, Buddhist martial arts, as long as they are prefixed with the term 'Vajra,' are definitely not mediocre."
"Could it be that Abbot Yan Kong has cultivated the Powerful Vajra Palm?"
