Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 61 Shudao Mountain

After all, his main job is still a Taoist priest, so it's okay to do something in his profession occasionally. At least he can chant sutras, recite mantras, and perform rituals smoothly, otherwise he, the master of the concept, will not be able to select him.

As an enthroned Taoist priest, he is not a free man, at least he still understands some things.

As for those powerful ones, Wen Lianggong, who was galloping all the way and stopped at the fork in the road, turned his head and looked at his back. There were three deep scratches on it.

It was caused by the claws of a very powerful demon ghost. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been caught in three pieces by the opponent's claws.

As for the demon ghost, he was forcibly stimulated by the sharp iron force, and the adrenaline surged due to the sudden attack. Under the excitement of the blood, Wen Lianggong, who was about to swell into a little giant, was torn into two pieces, and he was slightly swollen. Eight drops of proficiency.

But it also gave rise to a crisis in his heart. He needed to find a way to practice horizontal kung fu. In the real world, horizontal kung fu was a bit stretchy. If you practice it to the highest level, you might be able to block a pistol bullet, and then you can reach the top and go up. It's not afraid of assault rifles, but it really won't work if it goes any further.

With his perfect skin and flesh now, and after having the vision of having armor-like flesh and skin, he might be able to block a pistol bullet, let the bullet get stuck in his muscles, and then control the muscles to squeeze out, and then tighten the muscles.

After all, there is no such thing as sharpening iron strength in the real world. The one who generates strength relies on his own body to use his strength skillfully. Sharpening iron strength is purely extraordinary power.

To put it bluntly, when practicing horizontal kung fu in reality, the kung fu of being beaten is accumulated over time, and after being trained in medicinal baths without leaving any hidden wounds, in the end, you are much more resistant to beatings than before. If you want to resist a 12.7-caliber heavy machine gun, it is the same as having a rocket in your head. Idiot's dream.

Even if Zhanyi Shibatiao has been trained to a later stage, if Zhanyi Shibatiao has not derived any characteristics, Zhanyi Shibatiao will still be a little underwhelming in the real world, and his reputation will be slightly insufficient.

Looking at the mountain road in front of the fork in the road, there are two simple directions, leading to the top of the mountain and going down the mountain.

The view here can be considered wide. At a glance, you can roughly see the scene below the mountain clearly, a very primitive forest landscape, with dense forests stretching and undulating mountains.

Subconsciously I touched my butt, and then I remembered that when I had sex just now, my phone had been smashed, and now I only had a pair of boxer shorts to cover my shame.

I had to give up if I wanted to take pictures.

After looking intently at the foot of the mountain for a long time, Wen Lianggong's eyes suddenly froze. Looking at the dark corner at the foot of the mountain, Wen Lianggong finally saw it clearly.

It seemed to be a complex of buildings.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Lianggong finally withdrew his gaze and looked towards the top of the mountain.

There is a tall tower there, with a large building hidden above it, and several chains reaching into the sky.

If you want to continue to survive in this mythical world, you must do everything you can to strengthen yourself. The buildings at the bottom of the mountain will probably not have as many good things as those on the top of the mountain.

With a decision in his mind, Wen Lianggong turned his head and walked upwards. Surprisingly, nothing happened on the way.

After arriving at the destination without any worries, I looked at the towering mottled stone wall above. Due to the passage of time, the missing parts of the wall were covered with dark blue moss, which made me feel a little nervous.

Turning his eyes, a simple, faded old door appeared in front of him.

Wen Lianggong moved his eyes upward and looked at the plaque above the door.

"King Kong Temple..."

Wen Lianggong muttered something subconsciously. When he blinked and was about to open the door and take a look, he found that he was back in the real world.

Two words almost came out in his heart, almost breaking his guard.

After pondering for a while, I finally calmed down and slowly reviewed my experience in the mythical world. The biggest gain he got in the Evergreen Temple in the mythical world was the Mountain Formation Technique, and the two weapons, Long Yuan and Tetanus, one heavy and one light.

Actually I want one with weapons.

Wen Lianggong murmured in his heart. He had read Lu Bu's memory. Although he had never learned to use long weapons, he was still very comfortable with them. Moreover, Chengshan Kung Fu was not limited to swords. He only needed to slightly change the method of transporting power, and it might have a miraculous effect. .

After putting on his clothes again, he put the alloy heavy sword on the shelf in the main hall, and carried Long Yuan and the tetanus sword on his back. Then he went down the mountain to the mobile phone store to buy a new mobile phone and get a new phone card at the same time.

After everything was completed, he went to the city to find a buffet. After eating and drinking, Wen Lianggong returned to Shudao Mountain. It was not too late now, so he followed the scenic route on Shudao Mountain. On the way we reached the top of Shudao Mountain.

There is a Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain. The monks run it well. The incense is much more prosperous than that of his Evergreen Temple. During holidays, it is basically crowded with tourists and the incense is strong. From morning to night, there is basically no one.

Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

Looking at the three big characters above the temple, Wen Lianggong's face became serious. He just wanted to see if everything in the mythical world was a projection of reality.

In the mythical world, Evergreen Temple has become extremely grand, and Shudao Mountain has become a giant mountain that far exceeds imagination.

And this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is actually the Vajra Temple in the mythical world.

Now it seems that there is some correlation, but it is only specious, as if there is some cause and effect in it.

Just like a tourist, Wen Lianggong spent fifty to buy the ticket. Wen Lianggong looked at the ticket in his hand and couldn't help but say "hey".

It is also necessary that these monks know how to do business, and they have to pay to burn incense and worship Buddha in the temple, and tourists are happy to do so and readily accept it.

I couldn't help but feel a bit sad in my heart. After all, his Evergreen Temple was completely incomparable to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. It was so poor.

I entered the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and visited aimlessly. The layout was not very new.

In the middle of the Mahavira Hall sits a statue of Sakyamuni, with Kasyapa on the left and Ananda on the right.

The rest of the Buddhist temples have countless large and small Buddha statues, which are enough to number in the tens of thousands, which is worthy of the gimmick of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

Walking to the innermost part of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Wen Lianggong's ears twitched slightly, and he listened with some surprise. The sound of martial arts training came from the door with a sign in front of it that said visitors should not enter.

Looking around, there were very few tourists walking to the deepest part. Occasionally, a few people just saw the sign on the door and went home.

Wen Lianggong pushed the door open curiously.

Locked.

He didn't give up. Seeing that it was much higher than the courtyard wall outside, he immediately pulled onions from dry land, jumped two meters, and then supported the top of the wall with one hand, then climbed over the courtyard wall lightly and silently, and fell inside.

Looking closer, I saw dozens of shirtless monks shouting and fisting. It was almost winter, and the top of the mountain was already freezing and windy, but these sturdy monks were all steaming with steam.

The older ones may be in their forties or fifty, and the younger ones are only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Wen Lianggong was really surprised when he saw this. He really didn't expect it. He thought that the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was just a superficial tourist attraction, but he didn't expect that there was indeed something here.

(End of this chapter)