One Punch Monk

Chapter 98

The chirping of cicadas in summer fades away, and the yellowing leaves herald the arrival of autumn.

Xihang Temple opened its doors to welcome visitors, and the incense was even more intense than before.

Because today is the free clinic day again.

After returning from Taiping Blessed Land, Shen Budu successfully used several months to establish the reputation of Xixing Temple, swept away the ghosts and ghosts that had accumulated around Taiping County for many years, and also accumulated a large number of pilgrims and popularity along the way.

Simply, the free clinics in the past few months have been opened in the temple, which can also satisfy the wishes of pilgrims to come to worship Buddha and Bodhisattva.

In a corner of the temple, the bamboo forest shakes the shadow.

"Where's my bamboo shoots? Give me back my bamboo shoots!"

Chi Ou felt aggrieved like a two-hundred-jin baby. On the top of the tree, the little monkey was holding an iron bar with bamboo shoots hanging on it. He set up an arbor with his hands, and looked into the distance "squeaky".

In front of the hall not far away, Shen Budu was treating the pilgrims who participated in the free clinic.

Beside him, Guoguo, who was carrying a small medicine box, sat very obediently.

Shen Budu skillfully wrote the prescription and handed it to the patient, while Guoguo asked questions.

"Cauldron, why does the swing in the temple only swing back and forth, not left and right?"

Shen Budu took the pulse of the next patient without raising his head, and asked back.

"Have you ever thought about riding sideways?"

"Oh yes!"

After a long time, Guoguo became excited again.

"Daguo, my mother told me not to spend money recklessly, but I want to buy everything, what should I do?"

"Throw it into the merit box. If you find it troublesome, you can directly give it to the monk."

Guoguo's thinking began to jump more and more, until there was a question that Shen Budu couldn't answer.

"Daguo, are there really dragons in this world? What if a dragon scratches its itch to the scales? Is there any snot in the nostrils of the dragon when it breathes fire?"

"My little monk has never seen a real dragon. It is said that it should exist."

Shen Budu thought for a while, his fourth senior sister seemed to be a dragon
But it's a bit far away. If you want to meet him, you can only go to the East China Sea Demon Kingdom.

As the number of pilgrims dwindled, the one-day free clinic was over.

The little monkey carried the iron rod and a pack of bamboo shoots, and a somersault cloud appeared in front of Shen Budu.

"Squeak!"

"Brother, do you want this little monk to eat?"

"Squeak!"

Sun Wukong's bamboo shoots are not free, even though he snatched them.
Shen Budu took out the spirit crystal, and started to increase the favorability of the elder brother.

Sun Wukong has grown from the size of a palm to a foot tall in just two months, and the price is that his unsinkable spirit crystal reserve has shrunk rapidly.

As a serious iron eater, Chi Ou only eats metal.

Well, Sun Wukong has a long body, so he wants to eat spirit crystals.

Low-grade spirit crystals don't even look at them, and middle-grade spirit crystals still don't taste good. If you want to eat them, you can eat top-grade ones, top-grade ones.

He took out a few orange top-grade spirit crystals and presented them to the elder brother. Sun Wukong threw them into his mouth like eating jelly beans, and then he ate them all.

Afterwards, he swung the iron rod and hit him on the head three times, and then swaggered away in somersaulting clouds.

Shen Budu is quite familiar with this plot, if I understand correctly, it means imparting supernatural powers in the middle of the night, right?

In the evening, the first autumn rain in the eight years of Wuzhou Tongtian arrived as scheduled.

Outside the meditation room, the rain is dancing like threads, and the fallen leaves are flying.

In the meditation room, sandalwood is lingering.

Shen Budu sat on the futon and meditated with his eyes closed, his expression was calm, and nothing abnormal could be seen.

But if someone could drill into his stomach, they would find that golden aura liquid flowed violently in the impassable sea of ​​qi.

This is countless times stronger than the previous gaseous state, and it contains a trace of merit, which is even more destructive to demons and ghosts.

After eating the million-year-old green fairy fruit, his aura reserves have reached a new height.

Beside him, Sun Wukong also sat cross-legged on the futon, with five hearts facing the sky, and demonstrated to him the last step of cultivation of the Vajra Immortal Body.

Shen Budu followed him to meditate and run his spirit energy. Not long after, Sun Wukong's thin body, which was as thin as a chopstick, began to turn bronze. His whole body was full of explosive muscle strength, and even the hair on his face grew back.

"Roar!"

Sun Wukong opened his mouth and roared, his voice resounded like thunder in the Zen room, causing the surrounding flowers and plants to tremble, dust and rain to fly, and branches to break.

During this process, Shen Budu's face remained calm, without any change, and he was also silently practicing his spiritual refinement.

This spiritual tempering was more painful than ever before.

Every inch of the body's skin was torn, the bones were broken, the flesh was crumbled, and the bone marrow was shredded.

Monkey King sat on the table, proudly crossing his legs and looking at the person in front of him.

He must not be able to hold on. In this world, except himself, no one can practice the Vajra Indestructible Body.

But if he can't practice the last step, it's normal. Just hit him with a stick.

Sun Wukong took out the newly made stick, stood behind Shen Budu, watching his green skinny head eager to try.

I really want to knock it down
It's like knocking on a wooden fish!
However, after a while.

A golden light shone from Shen Budu's body surface. This golden light became brighter and brighter, and finally enveloped Shen Budu's whole body.

A faint layer of golden armor appeared on Shen Budu's skin, protecting him impeccably, and his defense power was extraordinary.

Sun Wukong opened his squinted eyes and looked at Shen Budu with respect in his eyes.

The sound from Shen Budu's body was even louder, tigers and leopards thundered, muscles and bones rang together.

The light on his body became more and more intense, and his whole body's skin turned golden, like an arhat painted with golden lacquer, and the blood in the organs inside his body became more active, as if it was boiling.

His body began to swell, growing little by little, getting taller and more majestic.

In the end, his body reached a height of one foot.

Shen Budu opened his eyes, looked at the vajra body that had already started, and his body that was about to reach the beam, and smiled with satisfaction. He finally passed this level!
In the past, his stats were very slanted, with high attack and low defense, and he could kill people with one punch. If he moved carelessly, he could easily be killed by people.

Now that the Vajra Immortal Body has been introduced, the shortcomings of the defensive attribute have been initially made up for.

Silent all night.

"Dangdangdang~"

Early in the morning, there was a knock on the door outside.

Shen Budu got up and walked through the courtyard, opened the side door of the temple, and it was Mingyue.

The raindrops under the eaves formed a curtain, pattering.

Mingyue stood there holding an oil-paper umbrella.

"Friend Daoist, why are you here?"

Shen Budu looked at Mingyue standing in the rain and asked.

Mingyue put away the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, hid under the tile eaves, and said: "A while ago, He Taixu went to Xijing to find the opportunity to break through to the fifth-grade Nascent Soul Realm."

"what happened?"

"People are lost."

Mingyue brushed her hair and moved it behind her ears, apparently also a little speechless.

"Where's the white-fronted tiger?"

"It's lost too."

It's no surprise that He Taixu got lost. He went to seek a breakthrough because he was in Xijing and lost contact.

The problem is that the white-fronted tiger is several dozen years old, usually very stable and caring for the family, and it is quite puzzling to lose it when it is said to be lost.

"Have you reported it to Longwei?"

Practitioners must register and report when they enter the main cities where the dragon guards are stationed, and even those who can fly against the sky or ride spirit beasts are not allowed to fly around in the city, otherwise they will be served by powerful crossbow spirit weapons.

Although the strong crossbow spirit weapon can't deal with Yujiu, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary practitioners.

"Reported, but there are only records of their entry into the city, but no records of their exit."

"So, they are still in Xijing?"

"Probably yes."

Looking into Mingyue's eyes, Shen Budu felt a little helpless.

If He Taixu loses it, he loses it. The white-fronted tiger is his mount, so he has to retrieve it no matter what.

The problem is that Chang'an in Xijing, as the old capital of the former Tang Dynasty, the headquarters of the Guanlongmen Clan, and the end of the Grand Canal's water transportation, can be said to have a vast area of ​​mixed fish and dragons.

It is conceivable that it is difficult to accurately find a person in such a city with a population of millions, especially when this person is still a practitioner.

"Fellow Daoist, wait here a little while, little monk, go and ask Master."

Under the bodhi tree that looks like a canopy, even though it was raining lightly, Zen Master San Zan still enjoyed the rain happily while drinking scented tea.

Obviously, the resurrection of Monkey King has put the old monk in a very good mood recently.

Although Sun Wukong has just been resurrected and still needs to grow, although his memory has not been recovered, it is good to be alive, isn't it?
Just like the old people who are empty nesters, they don't really need their children and grandchildren to be such great figures, as long as they can be by their side safely, they are already happy.

"Master, this disciple may go to Chang'an for a while."

"Oh?"

Shen Budu roughly told the matter to Chan Master San Zan, Chan Master San Zan stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "Alright, I will go to Chang'an Shenlong Temple to fetch something back for Master."

"What?" Shen Budu was slightly surprised.

Wouldn't it be to take the head of the enemy?Could this enemy be the abbot of Shenlong Temple?

Facts have proved that Shen Budu was influenced by Guoguo yesterday, and his associative ability is a bit too rich.

"Master, I will send you a letter. You can just bring it to Elder Huiding of Shenlong Temple. When you get there, he will naturally know what it is."

Zen Master San Zan splashed ink, wrote a letter, covered it with wax, and handed it to Shen Budu.

"Squeak!"

Sun Wukong was waving an iron rod, baring his teeth, trying to make trouble with the big rooster brought back from Chenjiacun, and drove the big cock around.

Zen Master San Zan glanced at it, then said again.

"By the way, bring your elder brother with you. He stayed in Chang'an with the old monk for a while. If you want to come and go to Chang'an, it should help restore your memory."

Looking at the elder brother who was growing in size day by day, Shen Budu nodded.

"Master, this disciple has the technique of "Surviving Souls with Compassion". The avatar stays in the temple. When you miss Master, you can come back."

"good."

Zen Master San Zan nodded in satisfaction, the elder apprentice was as unfocused as ever, and the younger apprentice was still caring.

Just when Shen Budu was going to wake up Chi Ou who was sleeping late, Zen Master San Zan said again.

"Also, you can bring some pastries from Chang'an Jufangzhai when you come back."

Shen Budu paused slightly, nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)