Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 282 Nun
In the next few days, these young novices ate fine meat, fine rice, and a large bowl of medicinal food. The three meals a day were extremely rich, and most of them were open to eat.

In just half a month, these little novice monks were fed until they were fat and plump. Then they were led to the playground by the white-browed old monk who was as strong as an iron tower and began the painful martial arts foundation building.

Stretching my muscles and doing the exercises, I was in so much pain almost every day that I cried to the heavens and the earth.

Then, Wen Lianggong's eyes wandered slightly, and then he stepped back from the memory fragments.

No information was obtained.

Wen Lianggong was a little helpless, but he also felt that it was excusable. After all, the Vajra Temple was a huge place for binding spirits. Logically speaking, there should be no independent special individuals. If Yuantong had not been extremely powerful during his lifetime and practiced Buddhism with sufficient spirit, he would not have been able to do so. Unable to preserve his spiritual will to this day.

Currently being crushed alive by Wen Lianggong and Amitabha Palm.

This memory was quite profound when Yuantong was still a novice monk, which shows its influence.

Wen Lianggong was not discouraged. In addition to the temple where Yuanjue was entrenched, there were at least four places to explore in the Vajra Temple.

He no longer hesitated and rushed towards the southwest corner of the Vajra Temple with long strides. There was a temple building that he perceived through his martial arts intuition when he was climbing to the top of the temple.

Wen Lianggong, who had made up his mind, pushed open the faded vermilion door in front of him without hesitation.

The source of these white fat flesh came from the hall directly in front, where an extremely large monk was sitting, almost filling the entire hall.

This scene does not say whether the other party is conscious or not, as intelligent as Yuantong, but this scene is also very visually impactful. Wen Lianggong was controlled for more than ten seconds before he made any move.

Now when I walk in front of this door, there is nothing but a slight sense of dullness.

He saw a pile of meat. The entire courtyard of several hundred square meters was covered with white fat. It flowed like liquid and almost filled the entire courtyard.

He was light on his toes, and with a slight tap on the ground, he landed on the wall, folded his arms, and looked at this real Roshan monk at leisure, grabbing the food on the table in front of his chest with both hands and stuffing it into his mouth. go.

Safety!

'Squeak...'

The feeling of heart palpitations and uncontrollable panic made him feel like he would die completely if he fell from the roof.

I remember that he didn't take a closer look at it and crawled away to the side.

The facial features almost seemed to grow on a mass of fat. A pair of extremely fat hands, dragging layers of fat, were constantly grabbing food from the low table in front of them that was piled on the fat and putting it into their mouths with difficulty. Stuffing it in, the big mouth kept chewing the food.

Accompanied by bursts of slightly harsh mortise and tenon friction sounds, something caught Wen Lianggong's eyes, and he couldn't help but tremble his hands slightly.

The food on the table was also strange. After being taken by the Roushan monk, a delicacy appeared out of thin air in the next second.

Not to mention anything else, Wen Lianggong's eyes were fiery on that table alone. If this thing could really bring him out of the Vajra Temple, then he wouldn't have to worry about eating in the mythical world. The size of this Roshan monk alone was enough to tell. , the food on the table is absolutely authentic.

Through the spiritual consciousness and the pure palace induction of the Heavenly Spirit, every time a delicacy is condensed on this table, the surrounding aura of change will be quickly absorbed into the round table.

What exactly is the training formation? You can make all kinds of dishes with your spiritual energy. This is definitely an important treasure passed down from the age of cultivating immortals. It can convert spiritual energy into food. I am afraid that it requires the joint efforts of everyone in the weapon refining process and everyone in the formation to do it.

Of course, these are just his current guesses. After all, in the era of cultivating immortals, all kinds of mysterious magic techniques were extremely incredible even from the perspective of the Hehuan Sect at that time.

Midas turns stones into gold, scattering beans turns them into soldiers, and pointing the ground turns them into steel.

These real immortal magic techniques can no longer be seen in today's era.

Although through practicing the false to become the real, you can achieve the true energy, step into the mortal world, and then become the real person, and the further evolved monks all have powerful magic and magical powers, but if you want to use the mysterious true method of the Xianxia era, and have the resurrection from the dead There is nothing you can do about it, even turning stones into gold and spreading beans into soldiers.

In fact, times no longer allow it.

So the round table in the hands of monk Roshan in front of him really surprised Wen Lianggong.

This was really the first time he saw such a mysterious spiritual treasure.

For a long time, Wen Lianggong watched Monk Roshan eating and drinking as if no one was watching. He had no choice but to drop down from the wall and stand on the flowing liquid to speak.

"Well, monk, are you violating the precepts by eating and drinking so much?"

When speaking, he could only use his true energy to keep his body light. Otherwise, with the density of his strong body, if he stepped down on the ground, his knees would probably sink into this mass of fat.

After hearing this, Monk Roshan finally stopped what he was doing. He looked at the roasted chicken in his hand hesitantly with his slit eyes, then slowly put it into his mouth, and then chewed it with a satisfied look on his face. , while turning his head to look at Wen Lianggong, with a trace of confusion on his face.

"Who are you?"

"The Taoist priest of Changqing Temple."

Monk Roshan thought for a while, and then suddenly said: "Is it the Taoist priest in the dilapidated Taoist temple on the mountainside? It's rare. When I came up before, I saw an old Taoist priest guarding there. I didn't expect it. There is such a young Taoist priest here... You are quite strong, and you are much more impressive than others."

Ruined Taoist Temple...

In reality, the Changqing Temple, which is larger than the main ancestral courtyard of Longhu Mountain, is actually a dilapidated Taoist temple in the eyes of the monk Roshan of Jingang Temple.

Although it had nothing to do with him, these words really hurt Wen Lianggong's fragile heart. After all, in reality, he was also in charge of the Changqing Temple on Shudao Mountain. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the Taoist temple was a dilapidated Taoist temple.

His expression remained unchanged, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at Monk Roshan carefully and said, "Master, after eating so much, can you stand up?"

The Roushan monk, whose facial features were almost covered in fat, could only force out a smile because of the accumulation of fat, and said: "The Taoist priest was joking, he just stood up. Who can't? What are you doing here?"

As he spoke, Monk Roshan began to crawl around with his hands, trying to find a point to support himself. However, before he could make any further movements, he saw the entire hall shaking. Following Monk Roshan's movements , as if the entire hall was overwhelmed and about to collapse.

Seeing this, Monk Roshan didn't dare to make any further moves. He just sighed and said, "I haven't been out for many years. I didn't expect that I would grow up in this hall."

Poor nun? !
Wen Lianggong was a little surprised: "Master turns out to be a woman?"

(End of this chapter)