Chapter 82 Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism
The moment he saw the monk, Fu Qingzhou felt dizzy.
The kind eyes that did not match his age, the golden light under his skin, the opening and closing of his lips and teeth...it seemed that some strange power emanated from them and fell into Fu Qingzhou's mind.
His eyes became blurry and his brain became dull, and he subconsciously responded: "That's me."
"That's good."
The monk smiled slightly: "Then please ask the donor to go back to Jinchan Temple with the young monk."
"Jinchan Temple?!"
All the people in the world who had originally rushed to stop stopped. He stopped walking, with a look of fear on his face.
"The skin color is like golden paint...it's the Golden Cicada Divine Shell Skill! This is really a monk from the Golden Chan Temple!" someone exclaimed.
“Jin Chan Temple is also eyeing Long Dabei’s secret treasure!”
"Jiangnan has thousands of mountains and rivers to come here, and you have come so far?"
Fu Qingzhou was dizzy, barely staying awake, and smiled dryly at the monk: "Jiangnan? It's so far, you can come here?" ...It’s pretty fast?”
The monk smiled and said nothing, but extended his hand to him.
When Tang Jiao saw this, she hurriedly shouted.
“Don’t touch my big brother!”
The long sword was unsheathed, and with a flash of cold light, it pierced the monk's outstretched hand.
The monk did not move. He only slightly changed the posture of his extended hand, flicking twice and flicking once.
With a crisp clang, the long sword suddenly collapsed into countless pieces. Tang Jiao herself flew out uncontrollably and fell to the ground about ten feet away!
“Brother!”
She shouted in pain: “Run!”
This exclamation seemed to pull Fu Qingzhou back to the door of the cottage a few days ago, and the warm current behind him vaguely surged again.
But before he could break out the Qi Ran Jue, a fierce palm wind came across!
This palm wind was extremely terrifying, and it caused Fu Qingzhou's face to hurt from a distance of several feet. Looking sideways, he saw an old man rushing towards him with his palm.
"What happened to Jin Chan Temple!"
The old man glared angrily: "The evil man's secret treasure, the one who can get it!"
With a bang, the monk changed the direction of his hand, and faced the old man with his palm.
A wave of air arose, and Fu Qingzhou was thrown heavily and landed next to Tang Jiao.
"Mountain-Suppressing Cloud Palm!"
Some people in the world recognized the old man: "It's Senior Wu Yue!"
The old man named Wu Yue blinked. In the blink of an eye, they were already fighting with the monks, and the astonishing air wave shook the surrounding area with strong winds. It was almost the same as the battle between Xiong Shao and Xun Qifeng at the peak of their martial arts.
What's even more astonishing is that while Wu Yue was beating like crazy, the monk was as calm as water, using only one hand to deal with it!
“What are you still doing?”
Wu Yue shouted while beating: “I’m afraid this guy is an elder from Jinchan Temple! I’m no match for you alone! Anyone who can fight will come. ! ”
But before anyone could help him, the monk suddenly changed his stance, spinning lightly to deflect Wu Yue’s shocking palm, and threw it away without any smoke.
“Amitabha.”
The monk's face was still calm and modest: "Donor, don't fight anymore. After the young monk takes away Donor Fu, Donor Wu can go to Jinchan Temple to apply for a Golden Body Pill."
As soon as these words came out, I originally wanted to Wu Yue, who attacked again, suddenly widened his eyes.
“Are you serious?!”
The grumpy old man’s eyes lit up instantly.
The monk chuckled: "Monks do not lie."
"Okay!"
Wu Yue waved his hand very bachelorly: "In that case, I won't argue!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the world was stunned: "Golden Body What is the pill? Why didn’t Senior Wu Yue fight?”
But Wu Yue didn’t give any explanation, and just smiled and bowed his hands to the monk, as if the previous fight didn’t exist at all. He flew away so lightly.
"Golden Body Pill..." A calm female voice came from the crowd: "The secret pill of Jinchan Temple is a magical medicine that assists in martial arts practice. If you take one pill, there will be no more people under the six realms." Blockage, with this elixir, Senior Wu’s son, who is having a hard time practicing, can break through the six realms.”
Amid everyone's surprised expressions, a woman walked out with her hands behind her back, her expression calm: "But I am a practitioner who does not need the Golden Body Pill... Monk, who are you?"
Monk He turned to look at the woman and saluted: "It turned out to be the benefactor of Zuo Lamei Zuo of 'Withered Wood Crossing the River', the young monk Huixin, who met me twenty years ago." "Huixin?!"
The woman Zuo Lamei was shocked: "Aren't you over fifty years old? Could it be that you..."
"Not bad."
The monk Huixin chuckled and said: "The young monk has finished shedding his shell, and now he has opened the fourth level of the cave."
The fourth level of the cave!
These four words hit the crowd and instantly silenced them.
There is not even one in a hundred who can reach above six realms, and those who can cultivate to nine realms are even rarer.
As for the cave and above...
In everyone's consensus, except for practitioners with large sect inheritance, it is almost impossible to break through the cave heaven realm!
Even among the largest sects in the world, those who can reach the cave are all strong at the level of elders and sect leaders. If you put them in the world, they can establish sects at will.
As for the fourth level cave? That is already an almost immortal figure.
Nowadays, most of the people at the foot of Langhuan Mountain are disciples of small sects or wanderers. With their abilities, they have no ability to compete head-on with Huixin... That Wu Yue just now was about the peak of martial arts strength. , it may cause some minor trouble, but it is just a minor trouble.
“Got it.”
Zuo Lamei sighed: "In that case, I won't argue."
After speaking, she turned her head and left.
Huixin smiled slightly and turned her gaze to Fu Qingzhou.
"Big brother?"
Tang Jiao was very nervous: "What should we do?"
Fu Qingzhou's forehead was dripping with sweat.
Damn it, who would have thought that a strong man from the Cave Heaven Realm would emerge? Can this still be a lie? No... I should say, can Qing Songzi protect himself in front of this monk just like he protected himself in front of Li Jingzhe?
He subconsciously raised his head and looked at Langhuan Mountain.
His original intention was to see if there were any strange phenomena on the mountain, such as Qingsongzi dressed as a god and coming on the clouds, but he didn't see Qingsongzi, but unexpectedly saw another figure.
That’s a Taoist nun.
She fell from the sky, with the dazzling afternoon sun behind her. Only her loose robe and hair could be vaguely seen in the silhouette.
Hui Xin also clearly noticed someone approaching in the air and raised her head.
The Taoist nun arrived in an instant and landed lightly.
This is a very beautiful Taoist nun.
Her age cannot be seen at a glance, and there is clearly a strong sense of vicissitudes in her eyes, but she still has skin as thick as gel, a waist as strong as a willow, a bit of red lips as red as blood, and waist-length hair that only depends on her brain. The last hairpin was inserted randomly.
Seeing this Taoist nun, Huixin paused, and a look of surprise appeared on Gujing Bubo's face: "Junior sister Baihe? Purple Qi Immortal Wind Temple..."
The Taoist nun known as Baihe pursed her lips and smiled. , there was no intention of leaving the world at all, but instead there was an inexplicable charm: "Senior Brother Huixin, long time no see. Congratulations on finally emerging from seclusion and becoming a child again. I am afraid that you will be the next abbot of Jinchan Temple."< br>
"Master Bai, Baihe?!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Master of the Purple Air Immortal Wind Temple?!"
Fu Qingzhou was supported by Tang Jiao He stood up slowly, smiling bitterly.
What's going on?
Just let the Evergreen Escort Bureau spread the news. In such a short time, it should only attract a few ordinary people from the world, right? Why do big bosses of this level appear one after another?
The elder of Jinchan Temple?
The owner of the Purple Air Immortal Wind Temple? !
Aren’t you the top bosses in some of the largest sects in the world? Shouldn't more juniors be sent out to clean up faces at this time? Why did everyone show up in person? !
Who's coming next? Who is the dean of Zhangjian Academy?
Unexpectedly, as if someone responded to Fu Qingzhou's idea, another clear female voice came from not far away.
"Senior Brother Huixin and Senior Sister Baihe, you are all here, how can you miss me, my little sister?"
Looking from a distance, I saw a woman stepping on the leaves in the woods not far away. Come, her steps are light and steady, as if she were walking on flat ground. She is dressed in a black Confucian robe, with a flat collar, neat trousers, a pair of simple cloth shoes, and a long sword on her waist.
This woman has a majestic appearance and quite heroic facial features. She seems to be in her thirties, but her long hair is half gray, making her look a little old-fashioned.
"Dong Qianran..."
Master Baihe narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled: "Mingjiang Pavilion is nearby. You, the dean of Zhangjian Academy, don't stay in the capital to teach. Why are you here to join in the fun?"< br>
Fu Qingzhou rolled his eyes and said to Tang Jiao seriously: "Jiao, let's accept our fate."
(End of this chapter)