high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 100

"how?"

Wuhuai asked lightly without raising his eyes.

"Against Peacock Boxing, 12 wins and 6 defeats, against Lion Step, 7 wins and 6 defeats."

Bai Shu barely struggled to get up, and bowed to Wuhuai:

"Long Shiming King's true body, 11 wins and 7 losses, Gandharva Liuli Curse..."

He was silent for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth:

"The disciple has never won, and died a total of 43 times."

The four people who were fighting against him were all practicing Acupoints and Ear Apertures.

By this time, he finally understood that this was the golden bell of oral transmission.

Wuhuai stripped off his supernatural powers and imprinted them on the golden bell.

Every time he kills those four people, the four magical powers such as the lion's step will improve by a little bit.

This kind of method is tantamount to abolishing martial arts, he has only been in Fengshan for a few days, Wuhuai's behavior really shocked him.

"If these four supernatural powers are not thrown at the golden bell, but directly empowered to you, like the lion's step, you will be able to achieve great success or consummation in an instant."

Wuhuai slowly shook his head:

"But in the long run, it's not beneficial to practice. Have you understood your own shortcomings in this battle?"

"Understood." Bai Shu nodded, "It's the soul."

Other things are fine, after all, they both have ear orifices and can only have one supernatural power.

When Baishu fights, there are winners and losers, and even the winners are mostly.

But in the face of the supernatural incarnation of the Gandharva Glass Curse, no matter whether it is Qi, blood or real Qi, they are as weak as a baby in front of it.

No matter how fast the seven-step lotus is born, it can't be as fast as a thought.

It hits itself, just like an adult hitting a child, Bai Shu has no strength to fight back.

Although this is due to the fact that I have never practiced soul martial arts, my heart is like a paper window, which can be broken with a light poke.

But these lessons really taught Bai Shu a lesson.

Martial arts practice, indeed, cannot have the slightest shortcoming.

If you want not to fall into such a bleak situation, you have to get started as soon as possible with the "Gandharva Glazed Curse" and "The Pozhi Asura King Visualization Sutra".

"As long as you know."

Wuhuai waved his hand and made a move towards the outside of the hall.

The golden bell of oral teaching outside the hall followed his movements, and turned into a stream of light, which burned into Baishu's arm.

At the same time, a mysterious formula suddenly manifested.

Bai Shu raised his arm, the size of a knuckle, and the golden bell was tattooed on his left arm.

He tried to activate the mantra, and his mind moved slightly, ready to float into the body of the clock at any moment.

"Your boxing skills are not bad, obviously you have talent."

Wuhuai asked again:

"What's the result of this Big Peacock Fist?"

"At most two days, you will be able to get started."

With previous martial arts experience as a base, coupled with Wuhuai's deliberate perfection.

It is not difficult to get started with Peacock Fist and Lion Step.

Although the real body of King Long Shiming is a bit difficult, it is not untouchable.

Only the Gandharva Glass Curse...

"teacher."

Bai Shu suddenly bent down and bowed:

"The teacher stripped off the supernatural powers and used them to perfect the disciples." His voice paused: "Aren't the teachers worried about the damage to the Tao?"

"No problem."

Wuhuai smiled and signaled Baishu to leave on his own, but when Baishu walked a few steps, Wuhuai suddenly called him again.

"Almost forgot about your living corpse."

Wuhuai said:

"With the name of King Kong Temple, not only Zhongli, but I also bought some for you from various states and counties. In a few days, there should be news."

He was silent for a while, the sunlight at this time was the most prosperous hour of the day.

The little monk wearing a brocade cassock stood respectfully not far away, standing with his hands down. He was his youngest disciple, how old is he this year, fourteen, right?

Wuhuai recalled how he looked when he was 14 years old. After more than 200 years, even his memory was blurred, as if covered with a thick layer of coarse sand.

14 years old, how long ago...

At that time, I was just a young monk, and I couldn't get up for morning class every day. I wanted to eat meat, and I was almost crazy about meat.

He had liked a woman before, and in this life, it was the only time that he had felt the warmth of a woman.

The little girl's eyes flickered, melting Wuhuai's heart.

He opened his arms, no longer nothingness, the endless wind, the warm aroma spread from his chest all the way to his limbs.

But now, the master has died of old age, and most of the friends and old acquaintances in the rivers and lakes have also died of old age.

woman……

Wuhuai still remembers her eyes, the woman cried and told herself that she was going to get married.

What to do, what can I do?

After that, Wuhuai never saw the woman's face again, until he came to Fengshan, he heard the news about the woman dying of old age.

Now, it's finally my turn...

"When the living corpse arrives, let's get started with Pozhi's Meditation Sutra as soon as possible. By then, we won't be in such a mess."

He smiled slowly, as if suddenly aged a few years.

"Go, good life practice!"

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After Bai Shu left, Xu Yan stayed with him for a long time, but was also driven away by Wu Huai.

The red-faced monk squatted on the steps alone, from the midday sun to the cool night, outside Fengshan, in the small farmhouse, after the faint lights suddenly dimmed, he finally got up too.

And beside him, at unknown time, an old monk with dark golden complexion unexpectedly appeared.

"Abbot."

Wuhuai was no surprise, he gave a salute frankly.

"Are you going to the South China Sea?"

"Yes."

"Landuo Temple is going to be in chaos again, coupled with the current situation, I am afraid the temple will not send many people to help you."

"The disciple understands."

Wuhuai was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Fengshan Temple's..."

"The same is the Sanbai Temple, and the temple will take care of it." The old monk did not lift his eyes, but still slowly turned the rosary on his wrist.

"I can rest assured that."

Wuhuai exhaled from his chest, smiled bitterly and said:

"It's a pity that I can't help Xu Ming, Wu Xian entrusted him to me, it's ridiculous that I can't see him becoming a man.

If I die, please trouble the abbot to find another master for him, so as not to delay the child's practice. "

Speaking of this, Yuan Shi Wuhuai couldn't help but feel absurd.

Wuxian entrusted Baishu to him, obviously because he was sure that he would be able to break through the realm, but he never thought that he and them were two different kinds of people.

"Junior Brother Wuxian, it's really..."

Wuhuai sighed, and couldn't speak anymore.

"Wuhuai." The old monk at the side suddenly said, "Do you think you are going to die?"

"Seventy percent." Wuhuai shook his head: "That's a relic from the upper realm. After all, Mao Xingzi is only in the fifth realm, so it's hard to protect me."

"You can't die."

The old monk said slowly: "With the foot of God, even if you want to die, it will be difficult for you."

"God... Uncle Shenzu?!"

Wuhuai who had been slumped suddenly raised his head, his heart was turbulent, and he almost lost his composure.

"Master Uncle Shenzu wants to help me?"

"Yes."

"But, I, I..."

Under the ecstasy, Wuhuai even bit his tongue: "Si, Sili?"

"How can the temple invite God's feet at will, let alone you, even his master is difficult."

"Then why?"

"Amitabha, the reason."

The aging monk slowly recited the Buddha's name:

"I don't know either."

(End of this chapter)