Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 93 Sutra Collection Tower (please order first)

Wen Lianggong hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to wait for the painting skin to recover for the time being. He was still young, and he didn't want the painting skin to be destroyed like this. After all, only the painting skin could barely withstand his impact if he had the conditions.

And as his martial arts skills improve, he believes that his life span can break through the limitations of the human body and reach an extremely deep level.

Moreover, some interesting clothes I bought online a few days ago can be found in my dreams after I put them next to the bed and fall asleep, and I can actually wear these painted skins.

After discovering the New World, he went crazy for a while.

It had to be well maintained. If it weren't for the fact that the main hall could only hang the statue of Emperor Zhenwu and Subduing Demons, and if the scroll was unfolded and people saw it, the painting would probably kill others with its current level of painting. He would have wanted to offer it and use incense to nourish it.

After eating, he stood at the different peaks of the mountain behind the Taoist temple. The iron lock that originally spanned more than twenty meters had to be walked step by step, but now he easily crossed the distance of more than twenty meters with a slight jump. To the top of this strange peak.

By the way, he checked that the graves of Lu and Cheng were covered with weeds, and after seeing nothing unusual, Wen Lianggong slowly stretched his arms to face the bright golden clouds, and opened the boxing frame to form a mountain, taking advantage of the momentum to form a mountain. Born leisurely.

At the same time, grinding iron strength is also seeping out towards his body, covering muscles, bones, and even the fascia that will be focused on in the next step.

The so-called muscle training is to allow the fascia in your body to undergo a different kind of stimulation, birth, and secondary growth.

Until a thick layer of fascia covers the whole body, the blue veins become like a horned dragon. As the overall skeleton, the fascia begins to grow slowly and spread throughout the body.

"clumsy!"

With a soft drink, his waist sank slightly, the ground seemed to shake slightly, and his feet sank three inches into the ground.

Covered in strands of iron-hardened silk, the skin of his naked upper body undulated like mercury, like a wave.

Iron-grinding strength is an additional product naturally produced through the characteristics of the exercise after the body is tempered to the limit of ordinary people, and the spirit and flesh are combined.

If it weren't for the existence of the attribute panel, Wen Lianggong would only know how the power is generated and not know why. In other words, even in the age of myth, the vast majority of warriors only practiced step by step.

Who has the time to study this?

The addition of iron strength to the fists and feet can naturally greatly enhance the power and speed of the attack, and the combination of the two can unleash unimaginable lethality with one swing.

Covering the skin and flesh with gentleness can naturally enhance the body's ability to resist blows and at the same time enhance the overall physical fitness in all aspects. However, this approach consumes more energy.

Having strength and not having strength are two completely different levels.

Take the memory of Lu Bu that was obtained before. Because of the system, a physical scene was completely generated for him, which allowed him to possess Lu Bu and freely choose to fight.

As for Lu Bu, who has mastered leather training, and Wen Lianggong, who has mastered leather training, the result of the battle will definitely be a crushing one.

Attach Motiejin to your arm and slowly push it out with the power of mountain-opening movement.

It actually made a muffled sound like a blunt instrument breaking through the air.

Taking advantage of the momentum to form a mountain and stepping on the earth, Wen Lianggong naturally emits the momentum of stepping in all directions and possesses a majestic and vigorous aura.

With his current physical fitness, there is no need to use any skills at all. He only needs to use his strength and exert his own strength and speed without reservation, and he will naturally be able to produce extremely terrifying destructive power early on.

Not to mention the three movements of Chengshan Gong that can generate energy and amplitude.

"It's a pity that I didn't get the last three moves..."

Wen Lianggong, who withdrew his fist, felt a little regretful. The mountain-opening, rolling stone, and slanting sun moves were each stronger than the last. He still used them now and they are still timeless.

I believe that the next three moves will definitely not disappoint him.

Pity.

……

At noon the next day, Wen Lianggong entered the mythical world again without any hesitation. He walked to the door of the Sutra Library and looked through the window. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal inside, he slowly opened a door crack for people to enter and exit. .

It could be said to be spotless inside, and Wen Lianggong could even see a few skeletal monks sweeping the floor with brooms or wiping the bookshelves with rags. Except for the bookshelf facing the door, rows of bookshelves on both sides appeared in front of him. At a glance, he seemed to be entering a sea of ​​books.

The skeleton monks who were at the bottom of the Vajra Temple seemed completely unaware of Wen Lianggong's entry. Even the nearest skeleton monk, who was only five meters away from him, was wiping the counter repeatedly with a rag.

Seeing this, Wen Lianggong didn't take too many actions. He just stood quietly in front of the door for a while, making sure that when he pushed open the Buddhist scriptures building, no existence like a sweeping monk suddenly jumped out and screamed for death.

He walked in slowly, but there was still no reaction from the withered monks.

Wen Lianggong didn't pay too much attention to this. The main reason was that killing these withered monks had no benefits for him at present. The withered monks killed too many and didn't even give him any information.

Wen Lianggong didn't want to provoke him even if he didn't do anything.

Just like that, in a rather weird atmosphere, Wen Lianggong walked to the nearest row of bookshelves on the left and pulled out a book. Most of his attention was focused on the withered monk not far away.

It's a pity that the other party seems to think that it is a set program and just operates in its own way.

"Bosa Sutra..."

Looking at the big characters on the book, Wen Lianggong muttered to himself, then opened it and read it, confirming that it was a Buddhist scripture.

After taking four or five books in a row, all of which were Buddhist scriptures without any trace of martial arts and mostly brainwashing and persuading books, Wen Lianggong fixed his eyes on the stairs leading to the second floor in the middle.

Wen Lianggong had already reached the door of the stairs, but he was a little distrustful, so he turned around and started touching the books next to each other.

After all, according to the plot of the novel, maybe in some corners, or in books that look relatively old but no one cares about, you can inevitably find a book containing peerless magical skills.

However, after spending two hours of effort, Wen Lianggong quickly walked around, like high-fiving, and swept through it at extremely fast speeds, but there was still no information prompt.

He had to give up, the novel was all lies.

The only thing he gained was a book in his hand that seemed incompatible with the surrounding scriptures.

This book was placed casually among the books piled with miscellaneous notes. The color of the book was pure white, which was incompatible with the surrounding green and black books.

When he opened the book and saw the font inside, Wen Lianggong's pupils shrank suddenly.

Simplified Chinese? !

‘Ahhhhhh, I can’t stand it anymore! How on earth can we get out of this damn place? ! ’

The appearance of messy pen writing surprised him.

This is exactly a notepad.

What concerned him most was the date on it.

"May 3, 2000..."

"Why are the colors in this world so weird..."

"The monk in this temple..."

"I have no food and water, I need to go out!"

"I'm going to go upstairs and have a look. There may be a way to escape from there..."

Sitting cross-legged, Wen Lianggong carefully read the contents of the note, from the calmness at the beginning, to the despair of being unable to get out, and finally to the almost hysterical words in a few large characters.

"Damn world!!"

(There are still four chapters to come. The author is typing slowly and is typing frantically. Next, he will break out the plot of King Kong Temple, and then end the mythical world of Shudao Mountain, and truly get in touch with this strange mythical world)

(End of this chapter)