Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"That's not true, I just crushed the nunchaku!" Hong Yi pulled out a piece of metal from his backpack.

Master Liaochen: "..."

The trembling hands held the metal sheet, and a strong spiritual power came out, and Master Lu Chen frowned, which was squeezed by someone with spiritual power.

Who can cultivate so profoundly!

"Hongyi! Have you encountered any trouble? How could you provoke an extraordinary powerhouse?" Master Lu Chen asked worriedly:

"Forget it, although the teacher is not as advanced as this person, but the difference is not far, you don't have to worry..."

Not finished yet.

Hong Yi said casually, "I accidentally pinched it."

Master Liaochen froze all over, his mouth slightly open.

After a long time, I couldn't believe it: "What did you say? You... you... flattened?"

"Yeah!" Hong Yi said honestly, "I couldn't control it, I accidentally pinched it."

"No... not careful?"

At this moment, Master Lu Chen felt that the whole world view had been subverted. It was a solid nunchaku, and it was accidentally pinched?The old man can't even step on it with his feet, and he can't even jump up.

Did this kid have any chance encounter?

"Master, it's like this..."

Hong Yi explained what happened last night in its entirety, and of course the system part was hidden.

After listening to Master Liaochen, he became more suspicious of life.

Are today's young people so stubborn?

"Master, does our temple have any advanced martial arts? Yi Jin Jing or something?" Hong Yi asked expectantly.

"boom!"

When Master Liaochen raised his hand, his head collapsed: "Are you confused, what is the age of this, do you think Shishi is a sweeper?"

Rubbing his aching forehead, Hong Yi raised his hand and shot out a transparent aura.

I saw the teacup next to Master Chen shattered.

The old monk and the young monk glared at each other.

The atmosphere was a little dignified for a while.

I am most afraid of the sudden quietness of the air!

"Master, I want to say that I didn't do it on purpose, do you believe it?"

"Ah...my warm jade spirit cup!"

"Kneeling and begging to collect...the silver note! 』

Chapter 4 Consecration (Art Collection, Comments, Silver Tickets!)

"You say it again? What do you know? Yi Yangzhi?" Master Lu Chen jumped up from the reclining chair and looked at Han Yi in shock.

What the hell is Yiyang Finger?Why didn't you mention the Six Meridians Excalibur?

What about the sunflower collection?

Liaochen felt that the brain was seriously deprived of oxygen this morning.

No, maybe I'm getting old and I need some oxygen!

"Well, Master, it's really Yi Yang's finger, which was given to me by the female ghost last night!" Hong Yi said truthfully.Even if the female ghost explodes, it is considered to be given, so this is definitely not a breach of the ring.

"Okay! In fact, Yiyang Finger is not a high-level martial arts nowadays!" The corners of Master Lu Chen's mouth twitched slightly, and he said sourly.

"Master, the apprentice wants to learn the technique of consecration!" Hong Yi blinked his eyes and looked at Chen expectantly.

Master Lu Chen smiled deeply and patted Hong Yi's shoulder: "Consecration is a technical task, it requires profound cultivation, vast Buddha power, your cultivation is enough now, but the Buddha power is probably not enough, that's all, let me give it to the teacher today. Open your eyes."

After that, he took out a string of Bodhi rosary beads from the cassock, hung it in the palm of his left hand, and stood with his right hand in front of his chest.

"May the World-Honored One enlighten the infinite light, the boundless light, the unobstructed light, the unopposed light, the flame king light, the joyful light... The light manifests its mighty power, the boundless sentient beings can be universally liberated, the body and mind are soft and universally joyous, and Bodhi attains liberation quickly— -open!"

In the last majestic "open" sound of Master Chen.

Soon, the Bodhi rosary in the palm emitted a faint yellow light.

"How is it? Hongyi's little apprentice, can you see it clearly? The technique of consecration is not a Buddhist monk, nor can it be used. Don't be discouraged, you still have a long way to go." Master Liaochen said with a stunned look at Hongyi.

Ha ha.

The little brat now knows how powerful it is to be a teacher!

"Master, can I try it?" Hong Yi silently repeated the consecrated Buddha's words in his heart, eager to try.

I saw Hong Yi took off the bamboo stool and put it in front of him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, doing the same pose in a decent manner.

Closing his eyes, he whispered the consecrated Buddha language in his mouth.