Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 277 Old Monk
At this time, he has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to his original self.

Thanks to the Hehuan Sect...

It was a pity that the immortal weapon Tianhe Spear disappeared with the illusion of Hehuan Sect, which made him deeply regretful.

Although that gun fell down the grade because it lacked the aura of immortality, it was definitely a magic weapon, and it was definitely the best weapon he had encountered so far.

After entering the backyard, I was surprised to encounter the cassocked monk I had seen before. He was as big as an iron tower and more than two and a half meters tall. The sword in his hand was still stained with blood. The blade was slightly blunt and had a few gaps. At a glance, it seemed that It is even more ferocious.

This cassocked monk, who was strong and muscular, was only wearing a worn cassock on his upper body, with half of his arms exposed. He looked strange and indescribable.

The monk in cassock was wandering unconsciously, but the moment Wen Lianggong stepped into the backyard, he immediately had a target, roared silently, and rushed towards Wen Lianggong with long strides.

As he approached, the sword in his hand struck Wen Lianggong on the head. The blade was sharp and powerful.

clang!
A sound of metal and iron clashing suddenly erupted, and without any intention of dodge, he just suffered such a knife attack on his head.

At the moment of contact, the sword broke directly, and only half of the blade was left in the hand of the monk in cassock. However, Wen Lianggong's head did not have any scars at all, not even a white mark.

There is nothing surprising inside, and it even looks simple. There are only two houses and a Buddhist hall. In the Buddhist hall, a statue of Fudo Myoyo is enshrined.

When he came this time, his biggest pursuit was the method of advancement.

Wen Lianggong didn't have any masochistic tendencies and just stood still while being beaten. He just wanted to test how hard-headed he was now.

A little strength, but not a lot.

After all, after practicing the Bronze Statue Skill to perfection, he naturally developed a sense of unfinished meaning, which made him understand that the Bronze Statue Skill has subsequent advanced skills.

There was only a thin old monk, carrying a broom, slowly sweeping the yard and sweeping away the dead leaves in the yard.

He stepped forward and slowly opened the courtyard door. When he saw the scene inside, Wen Lianggong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

When I first explored the Vajra Temple, there were extremely dangerous auras coming from several places in the Vajra Temple, and the current courtyard was one of them.

The old monk unexpectedly displayed an extremely peaceful and natural aura. Every time the broom was swept, a kind of Zen rhythm of compassion flowed through him.

Perhaps the way to advance the Bronze Statue Skill is that he cannot let go of these unexplored places.

Today is different from the past, so Wen Lianggong naturally wants to go in and find out.

Even though the Bronze Statue Kung Fu involves the integration of internal and external training, as well as the integration of visualization and breathing, the intention is not very high. It should be the foundation of an extremely powerful true skill.

Needless to say, Wen Lianggong pushed all the way. The withered-bone monk, the cassock monk, and even the Roshan monk he encountered earlier were all easily captured and destroyed by him.

There is no reason why such a large Vajra Temple cannot have more profound martial arts.

Invulnerable indeed!
Very satisfied, Master Wen stepped forward and beat the cassock monk to pieces with three punches and two kicks.

It wasn't until Wen Lianggong came to a Buddhist courtyard that he stopped and looked quietly at the courtyard door in front of him that had turned white due to the passage of time.

Moreover, because of the built-in repulsive force of Amitabha's golden clothes, the monk in cassocks staggered back a few steps, and the hand holding the knife was raised high. For a moment, he was so shaken by the repulsive force that it was difficult to put it down.

With his current martial arts attainments in practicing Lumituo Golden Clothes, looking back, the Bronze Statue Kung Fu can only be regarded as a method to lay the foundation for his body.

If in the real world, seeing such an old monk who is obviously profound in Buddhism and has extremely high spiritual conduct, Wen Lianggong would not be able to help but praise the master.

But in the mythical world, Wen Lianggong's expression was solemn and his face was like water.

This is a big demon!
As if feeling Wen Lianggong's gaze, the old monk stopped his movements and raised his head to look at Wen Lianggong. His peaceful and energetic eyes made Wen Lianggong couldn't help but feel slightly excited. Is this old monk conscious? !

The old monk smiled and said, "Where did the donor come from?"

Wen Lianggong was not afraid. He repeatedly explored the courtyard with his spiritual sense and zhenqi. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal in the original path, he looked at his mountain seal again. It would take some time before he could accumulate energy and return to the real world.

After a moment of silence, the Tiangang Hegemony body slowly and secretly moved. Amitabha's true energy was contained but not released, and golden light surged under the surface of the body, but there was nothing magical about it from the outside.

After doing all this, Wen Lianggong walked into the courtyard calmly and closed the door behind him.

"Come down from the mountain."

Old monk: "Where do you plan to go?"

"..." Wen Lianggong couldn't help but said: "I didn't come here to play riddles with the master and be the riddler."

The old monk smiled when he heard this, put down the broom in his hand, rubbed his wrinkled and dry palms, walked to the stone bench and table at the edge of the courtyard, and moved his hands slightly.

"The donor has gone through a lot of hardships to come here, why don't you come and sit down and rest your feet?"

What tricks are you doing?
Wen Lianggong murmured in his heart. There were strange and cannibalistic monsters wandering around outside the Vajra Temple. He didn't believe that this old monk was really compassionate and profound in Buddhism.

Although it looks like that on the outside, unfortunately these are all illusions.

I want to see what tricks you are playing.

Wen Lianggong walked forward calmly and was about to sit down, but his movements suddenly stopped under the gaze of the old monk.

"Master, I am a Taoist priest, not a benefactor."

After hearing Wen Lianggong's words, the old monk was obviously surprised for a long time. He looked at Wen Lianggong up and down for a while, and then he said unexpectedly: "The Taoist priest's practice is mostly Buddhist techniques. How can he be a Taoist priest?"

Having said this, a smile appeared on his face: "It seems that the Taoist priest and I, the Buddha, are destined."

Wen Lianggong was noncommittal and just said lightly.

"Buddha is the Tao, and Buddhism and Tao are just a confluence. There is no such thing as a predestined relationship with the Buddha. It's just a coincidence."

After a pause, Wen Lianggong took the initiative to ask: "I wonder what the master's name is?"

"Dharma name?" The old monk's face showed a trace of confusion. It seemed that he hadn't heard anyone ask him about the Dharma name for a long time. After recalling it for a long time, he answered with some uncertainty.

"It should be Yuantong."

"...This dharma title is not bad."

Wen Lianggong didn't know where to complain, but he always felt that it was full of flaws.

Yuantong invited again: "Master Taoist, please sit down."

Wen Lianggong waved his hand and said, "There's no need to sit down. I just want to ask Master Yuantong something. Is it convenient?"

Yuantong didn't care, he just sat down and poured tea, and asked, "I don't know what's going on, but it doesn't matter."

"After the bronze statue technique, what is the next step?"

(End of this chapter)