Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 283 A bit like Bo Gang

Monk Roshan raised his head with difficulty and glanced at Wen Lianggong, and said with some displeasure: "The Taoist Master is standing on my chest now and actually said these words."

"..."

Wen Lianggong calmly took a few steps back and said without changing his expression: "Master, please forgive me, it's mainly the fat on the ground... there is a bit too much fat, and for a while I couldn't tell which part it was."

While speaking, Wen Lianggong glanced at the place where he was standing.

Well, the skin color of the area about the size of the face is indeed a little darker.

Hearing Wen Lianggong's words, Monk Roshan's gentle expression turned completely cold at this moment, and he said calmly: "Did the Taoist priest come to Jingang Temple to amuse me?"

Realizing that he had said something wrong, Wen Lianggong couldn't help coughing dryly. Although this was a monk, and a Roshan monk, the premise was that the other party was a woman.

As long as a woman is called fat by such a strange man, even though it is true, she will definitely feel unhappy.

And he is also a Taoist priest. If a Taoist priest says something like this to a nun, he will be beaten no matter what.

"Uh... ah..."

Monk Roshan was stunned, and even the hand that was stuffing food into her mouth stopped. After being stunned for a while, she said with a slightly depressed mood.

"died?!"

Seeing that Wen Lianggong was not moving, Monk Roshan became even more unhappy and said, "You are such a Taoist priest, so rude. Did you not understand what I said or did you do something serious?"

Monk Roshan looked cold. While grabbing food from the table, he said vaguely: "Do you think a poor nun can practice the real skills of Henglian with only muscles in his mind? Let's go quickly. You can ask Yuantong next door. He is a master of real skills, and he knows much better than me."

Wow!
Finally, with the actions of Monk Roshan, the palace could no longer bear the weight and collapsed.

"How did you die?"

"Cough cough cough..."

But the Roshan monk in the ruins blushed, and soon the skin of the Roshan body turned red due to the violent movements.

Her eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you want to do the flower picking method? I have never practiced the joyful Zen method."

"Master, please forgive me, I'm just here to find out more about the Bronze Statue Technique."

Wen Lianggong tapped his toes, rose up, and landed upside down on the courtyard wall.

Rumble!
The entire courtyard began to boil, the palace shook, and the layers of fat on the ground shook crazily like water waves, one after another like a tide.

Wen Lianggong sighed in his heart, but there was no change on his face. He just said lightly: "He was beaten to death by a poor Taoist."

Monk Roshan moved in horror, her face slightly stunned, and the next moment her eyes were filled with anger. She immediately pressed her hands on the leverage point on the edge of the temple, pushed hard, and tried to stand up.

"what?!"

There is a story!

Wen Lianggong coughed violently, trying not to choke to death on a mouthful of saliva. He said with some embarrassment, "Yutong had already passed away when I went there."

A slightly painful gasp came from Monk Roshan's mouth.

Wen Lianggong had sharp eyes and could clearly see that this nun was indeed as she said. She had not gotten up and gone out for a long time, and her own flesh and blood had grown together with the ground of the hall.

As Monk Roshan struggled to stand up, the skin stuck to the ground was torn, and a large amount of white fat and fat seeped out from his torn skin. In the end, it turned out to be like a water outlet, and it couldn't be stopped no matter how hard it was. The fat and fat almost submerged the entire courtyard from the tear.

Wen Lianggong felt sick in his heart and didn't want to get involved at all, but this Roshan monk was obviously a unique individual from the Vajra Temple, and his normal mind was even more normal than Yuantong.

It seemed that the constant eating had preserved her mind, instead of being like Yuantong, who fell into the devil's path without knowing it because of the influence of the earth-bound spirit of the Vajra Temple.

Looking at the leopard through the tube, Wen Lianggong realized that there might not be any normal living people in this mythical world, but there were definitely many people like Roshan Monk, and even Iron Tree Heart, Yuantong who relied on various means to survive. people.

Whether active or passive, they all use certain methods to shield their minds from the erosion of their minds over time.

"The master has great skills, but the poor man is ashamed of himself."

Wen Lianggong could see clearly that the other party's means of survival were all on the eating table.

Just following the actions of Monk Roshan, the table full of dishes fell into the ruins of the building and was buried among the broken wood and bricks.

Finally, under Wen Lianggong's gaze, Monk Roshan stood up completely. The opponent's huge body could be described as a pile of fat. Over time, it was almost six meters tall. The torn skin on his body was still flowing continuously. The grease seems to last forever.

But Wen Lianggong could see clearly that the nun's figure was slowly changing as oil and fat flowed from the cracks in the broken skin.

Now it looks a bit like Bo Gang!

Wen Lianggong suddenly had such a strange idea in his mind.

As if he had finally adapted to the pain of the torn wounds on his body, Monk Roshan took a long breath with a slightly painful tone. The light yellow breath visible to the naked eye spurted out from his mouth. Wherever he passed, the weeds withered and the bricks and stones were destroyed. It was dyed with a layer of withered yellow color.

"What are you doing?"

Although the Roshan monk had an angry face, he seemed a little embarrassed when Wen Lianggong asked him about this matter, and his expression became a little weird because of the mixture of two emotions.

"I ate too much and burped."

"..."

This master's nerves seemed to be a little abnormal, otherwise he would never have answered him like this.

Then, Monk Roshan looked up at Wen Lianggong. A pair of eyes squeezed into a slit by fat flashed with a strange light. A body of true energy that could be said to be as majestic as the sea slowly flowed from her body and turned into a dragon. The tiger entangled itself, slowly wrapping and playing around her body.

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows: "Zhen Qi transformed into form?"

This can be regarded as a vision that can only be performed by a person who has reached an extremely advanced level. It requires one's own spiritual awareness, control of true energy, and accumulation of true energy.

"Why did you want to kill Yuantong?"

Monk Roshan's cold voice sounded. If you didn't look at the other person's huge body and just listened to the voice, you would just think that the other person was a cold Moon Palace Fairy.

"He has become possessed. Even the master has to rely on eating to shield his mental disorder. Then Yuantong doesn't have a good treasure like you."

Hearing Wen Lianggong's words, the nun's face was startled again. Then she seemed to think of something, and her cold expression relaxed. She was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly.

"Senior Brother Yuantong is cultivating the afterlife, so such relief can be considered a good thing."

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Tai can see clearly. It seems that she has a relationship with Master Yuantong."

"It's just fate in this world."

(End of this chapter)