Martial Arts Becomes Invincible Starting from the Golden Body

Chapter 85: Abstinence and Non-abstinence
"laugh!"

After sneering, Shangguan Hong ignored him and turned to Feng Chengxuan and said:

"What are you waiting for? Let's go. After we deal with Hu Rui, I can get a good night's sleep for a few days!"

"Uncle Shangguan, please wait a moment. Some people haven't arrived yet." Feng Chengxuan smiled and told him to be patient.

"Ok?"

Shangguan Hong and Fang Chen looked at each other. Where could he find someone at this moment?

Liu Hanyan would never get involved in such a thing. She took action last time only for the sake of old man Li.

"coming!"

Suddenly, Feng Chengxuan smiled faintly, and a young monk wearing an orange-yellow cassock, with red lips and white teeth and a smile on his face appeared in the sky.

"The school of Buddhist precepts?" Shangguan Hong whispered.

"You have quite a lot of connections, even having a connection with Moqiu Temple."

After hearing this, Feng Chengxuan shook his head and said, "Moqiu Temple is far away in Kuzhou, Zhending Domain. Master Wuyou was not invited by me."

"Ok?"

If you didn't invite him, could it be that the little monk came here on his own while traveling?
"Amitabha, what Mr. Feng said is true. Everything is fate. When fate comes, I will come here."

The young monk came closer, put his hands together and bowed to the people: "I am a poor monk, Wuyou, and I am honored to meet you, my donors."

"Wuyou? Who is Wuyuan to you?" Shangguan Hong glanced at the little monk and asked with a faint smile.

"Amitabha, Wuyuan is exactly my senior brother!" The young monk Wuyou replied calmly.

"Is this your first time walking down the mountain?" Shangguan Hong asked again.

Wuyou answered patiently: "What you said is absolutely right. How can I leave the mountain if the fate has not come yet?"

These people suddenly became weird and Fang Chen was a little confused.

"What questions does this donor Fang have?"

The little monk Wuyou suddenly smiled and turned his gaze to Fang Chen.

"Young master knows me?" Fang Chen was a little surprised.

"Haha, of course, the donor may not know that your name has spread throughout Daxuan, and many people are optimistic that the donor can be in the top ten!" Wuyou said, staring at Fang Chen with his bright eyes.

"Well, that's really an exaggeration!"

Fang Chen coughed dryly. Is he already so famous?

Then he asked curiously, "May I ask if you, Master, are from a school that practices Buddhist precepts?"

Wuyou smiled and nodded, which made Fang Chen's eyes light up.

It is said that there are two major schools of Buddhism, precepts and non-precepts.

Among them, the precept-keeping sect keeps the precepts in the heart, which does not prohibit meat or killing, but generally does not allow marriage.

The precepts in everyone's heart are different, which can be said to be quite idealistic. During their practice, they must restrain their behavior and not go beyond it.

The non-precepts school is just the opposite. This school is also called "unrestrained", which means not being bound by any constraints or any worldly principles, and emphasizing the idea of ​​doing whatever one wants.

However, practitioners cannot sink completely and need to constantly walk on the critical point between guarding and releasing.

It is very easy to go astray on this path, and many great villains in history have practiced this path.

If you are not bound by any constraints, there will be no taboos. You can do whatever you want. In the long run, even ignoring your relatives will be a small matter.

Some people may even have this thought: Since I can do anything and kill anyone, why can't I kill myself?
Then with a "click", many of them died.

This is completely crazy!
"Donor Fang, you and my Buddha are destined to be together!"

Wuyou suddenly spoke seriously, and Fang Chen couldn't hold it anymore and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Ahem! Goodbye, I have no intention of practicing the precept-keeping school."

Wuyou was not disappointed, but explained: "There is no need to do so. As long as you have the precepts in your heart, you are still a Buddhist no matter what school you practice."

"Ah? Never mind then."

Fang Chen declined quickly. He had no intention of becoming a monk. Wouldn't it be comfortable to live a carefree and happy life?
"Haha, this kid is from my Xuanyang Sect. Do you want to poach him?" Shangguan Hong said with a smile.

"It's okay. As long as Donor Fang is willing, I will take charge and discuss it with your sect." Wuyou still smiled.

"Ok?"

Shangguan Hong looked at Fang Chen in surprise. Even though this kid might have some prospects, it was impossible for him to attract the attention of someone like the abbot of Moqiu Temple!

"Donor Shangguan is obsessed with appearances. Everything in our temple depends on fate. If you have fate, you can enter. If not, you cannot enter. It has nothing to do with other things." Wuyou said slowly and gently.

"Hmph!" Shangguan Hong snorted coldly, "Do you think I believe it?"

Finally, Wuyou looked at Fang Chen again: "Well, since the donor is unwilling, then it must be that the time has not come yet and the fate has not arrived yet."

Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. It would be best if he didn't bother with it. He was really not used to all the weird things.

Don't worry, we will never be destined to be together!

"Let's go, Hu Rui should be in the Huaiyang Secret Realm, let's go in and catch him right in the act!" Feng Chengxuan clenched his palms and said confidently.

Now with the help of Little Monk Wuyou, it doesn’t matter even if Hu Ruizhen has something to hide.

"Wait! Before we went down the mountain, the abbot talked to me and said that I would encounter many dangers on this trip. Please be careful, donors!"

The smile on Wuyou's face disappeared, and he stared at them solemnly.

"This……"

Fang Chen was speechless. So, you, as a monk, are born with bad luck?

"Then how about Master Wuyou not going?"

The confident smile on Feng Chengxuan's face disappeared in an instant, and he nervously tested it.

Shangguan Hong didn't react at all, he just watched with interest.

Moqiu Temple predicts good and bad luck, Xuanji Pavilion knows the secrets of heaven, this little monk should not be exaggerating.

"No, no, I sense that there is an unfinished destiny ahead, and if I don't go, you will be in even greater danger!" The young monk Wuyou shook his head slowly.

"This……"

Feng Chengxuan was in a dilemma and was speechless. It would be dangerous if you go, and it would also be dangerous if you don’t go. Does that mean we are doomed on this trip?
"Why don't we just forget about it?"

Feng Chengxuan backed out immediately. Fang Chen was surprised. Wow, he is even more cowardly than me?

"No, no, if we don't go now, it will be even more dangerous!"

There was even a hint of panic on Wuyou's face, as if he had seen something that frightened him.

"okay!"

Shangguan Hong couldn't bear to watch it anymore, he scolded: "It's true that Moqiu Temple predicts good and bad luck, but the world is so vast and unfathomable."

"The fate of people adds to the changes. Let alone this little monk, even the one in their temple can't say he has a plan for everything!"

"Don't be too superstitious about these things. A martial artist's future is carved out by himself!"

When he said this, he stared at Fang Chen seriously, as if Li Guiyuan was not there and he had taken on the role of master.

Fang Chen nodded slowly. He would naturally not be influenced so easily. Now that he had made up his mind, why should he care too much before seeing the results?
"What the donor said is absolutely right! I am obsessed with appearances!"

"Amitabha!"

When Wuyou heard Shangguan Hong questioning him, he was not angry at all. Instead, he thought it made sense.

"Hey, you little monk are quite interesting!"

Shangguan Hong smiled.

"Let's go!"

Several people flashed and left quickly. Feng Chengxuan was not a hesitant person. Since he initiated this matter, he naturally could not retreat.

Fang Chen landed on the ground and used the force to flash, looking with some surprise at Wuyou who was sitting cross-legged on a cassock in the sky not far away.

It’s not that he envied his flying ability, he could do it too, but it was meaningless, it was not as fast as flying on the ground, and it consumed more energy.

This was his first time seeing a Buddhist practitioner, so he was inevitably curious.

"Haha, so flashy!"

Shangguan Hong sneered at the side and said, "Boy, you are really talented in martial arts. If you can break through the Xuan Gang, then the Zhenqi will not be a problem for you. You may encounter some difficulties in Yunshen, but that is another world!"

"So, don't be fooled by the superficial glory of all kinds of religions and schools of thought. In fact, they are far inferior to martial arts. You will understand some things in the future." Shangguan Hong said with a sigh.

"You're right. I'm just a little curious." Fang Chen nodded gratefully, knowing that this person was giving him a reminder.

"Well, that's good. Remember, no matter how fancy the various schools of thought are, martial arts only requires using force to overcome clever tricks. As long as you are strong enough, the world will submit to you!" Shangguan Hong said passionately.

"Uh, are there such strong people in the world?"

Fang Chen asked with anticipation, is it possible that the power level in the Zhenwu Realm has reached such a high level?
As soon as he said this, Shangguan Hong looked at him as if he was a fool. I just said that.

Exaggeration! Exaggeration, understand?
Fang Chen understood instantly and did not ask any more questions so as not to embarrass the old man.

(End of this chapter)