The nine-transformation combat body of the Celestial Silkworm is the supreme treasure of the Hundred Gu Sect. The purple-quality technique is of course not only the European Emperor Lottery Machine that causes transformation of the body, but the core power is still in the real-sucking insect.
The vermiculite woke up after sleeping for a month and awakened its first innate ability - Gluttony.
This is originally a very tricky ability. It allows the worm to convert the eaten pills into innate true energy, store them in the body, and release them when necessary.
After all, raising a true-sucking insect can already bankrupt most warriors. As a result, it also awakens the attribute of gluttony, which simply doesn't give ordinary warriors a way to survive.
But for Chu Qianqiu, this is no problem. It can even be used as a trump card. After the real-sucking bug wakes up, he will be happily surrounded by various elixirs and become fatter and fatter.
Gu insects like real-sucking worms are typical of eating the soft and not the hard. If it were a poor warrior, it would be wishful thinking to let it spit out the true energy. If I can spit out one more silk for you, I will lose.
But it carried out Chu Qianqiu's request without hesitation, because it believed that it could make money back, so it spat it out generously.
Why does the young monk feel that something is wrong?
This big brother's danger level instantly increased and he became an innate master?
The little monk squinted his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.
He had an impulse, as if needles were sticking into the back of his head, causing him to feel bursts of pain.
impossible.
His own feelings cannot be wrong. He should be his own destiny and make his cultivation reach a higher level.
No matter how strong he is, he can't be more than I can bear.
You must go all out. The little monk's hands are clenched into fists, and the true energy is running at high speed, compressing, compressing, and compressing again. The originally fair skin even turns golden, which complements the golden light emitted by the body. This is a sign that the golden bell has become a first-class seal.
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Each level of the Golden Bell Cover is divided into different levels, called sealing levels. Among them, level 1 is the best, and its defense power far exceeds other levels.
This little monk is a gangster, and his skills are truly astonishing. If you want to cultivate the essence of this golden bell to become a first-class master, talent, Buddha nature, and elixirs are all indispensable.
Therefore, this young monk will definitely become a master of Buddhism in the future. For him, advancing to the innate realm may be a process, not an end point.
But the future is the future, and I will teach you a lesson now.
Chu Qianqiu walked step by step again, each step was no different from before, but with the blessing of the innate true energy, the aura was more than ten times stronger.
In the eyes of the young monk, this is no longer a big brother, but an oncoming Brahma Cloud Demon, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, who is a karmic obstacle on his path of spiritual practice.
"Come on, big brother."
"Okay, little monk." Chu Qianqiu showed a kind smile.
Wait, that's really innate.
Is there any mistake?
Did you take the Xiantian Qi Pill and then come to fuck me?
Is it necessary? Is it necessary?
The young monk suddenly changed his color. Of course he would not suspect Chu Qianqiu of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Instead, he would suspect that he had taken a very expensive elixir specially designed for combat, the Xiantian Yiqi Dan.
After eating it, it can temporarily generate innate true energy in the body, which can be said to be a necessary medicine for masters of accumulating energy to leapfrog and kill people.
The only drawback is that this elixir is extremely expensive.
This is also the reason why it is said that gluttony is relatively disadvantageous when it comes to understanding gluttony. The innate Qi it provides can also be solved with elixirs, and the price-performance ratio of the real-sucking worm is even lower than that of the Innate Qi Pill.
Anyone who can come to the Baixiang Pavilion VIP Room is naturally not short of money, so the young monk can easily think of this.
He immediately cried and wanted to explain:
"Brother, are three moves a bit too much?"
boom!
Before the little monk finished speaking, Chu Qianqiu had already made his move.
Thousands of stele shattered - nine levels of strength!
Chu Qianqiu struck the young monk on the bald head with his palm.
The golden bell buzzed loudly.
With the blessing of the innate true energy, Chu Qianqiu exerted a fighting power that far exceeded his own. The innate true energy exhaled by the real-sucking insect was transmitted to the palm of his hand along with the meridians, and was output with all his strength.
This made his meridians aching.
But the little monk was in even more pain.
Compared with the previous round, instead of hitting the big bell with a heavy hammer, they used siege cannons and blasted them with one cannon.
Big brother, you don’t have martial ethics.
Chu Qianqiu has no Qi characteristics, no secret moves, and only a small amount of Qi accumulation. He can't break the little monk's defense anyway.
As a result, he relied on the magical power developed by Yijin Pills and Marrow Cleansing Pills, plus the innate true energy provided by the real-sucking insects, and he worked miracles!
Break your golden bell!
collapse!
The golden bell cover of the fourth level is cracked inch by inch, like a piece of virgin land trampled by war elephants, with potholes everywhere.
This time, the young monk was half-buried in the soil.
"It hurts so much." The little monk cried, his image as a master could no longer be maintained.
"Are you coming again?" Chu Qianqiu's anger was half gone. He originally thought that this little monk was evil, but now it seems that he is just a naughty kid who needs to be dealt with.
Of course he didn't really hurt the little monk.
After all, there is no enmity between the two of them at all, so it's enough to end it. It's enough to break his golden bell and teach him a lesson.
"If you don't come, if you don't come, you will be beaten to death if you come again."
"Get up."
"Don't use scheming at such a young age." Chu Qianqiu pulled the young monk out of the pit.
"But if the young monk didn't say that, would the elder brother compete with the young monk?" The young monk broke into tears and smiled, looking like a scoundrel again. It seemed that he was not really hurt by the beating just now.
"Won't."
"Amitabha, that means that the young monk did the right thing, and only then can he see the capabilities of his elder brother." The young monk smiled slyly, with no intention of taking back the trouble, nor did he look angry.
Vaguely, he seems to be very happy?
Could it be that his original purpose was simply to be beaten?
What the hell is this? Could it be that all the little monks who practice the Golden Bell Shade will look like this?
"I'm lucky this time. I won't be merciful next time."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The little monk is blessed by the Buddha and has always been very lucky. What is your big brother's name? I will go to the little monk for advice in the future." The little monk said with a smile on his face.
There was no feeling of being beaten at all.
Sure enough, the beating was still light?
"The surname is Wan and the given name is Dai." Chu Qianqiu has been using this pseudonym to move around in Baixiang Pavilion. It is called Qianqiu Eternal Generation.
"Amitabha, monks don't lie. What the young monk asked was his real name."
"Bandai."
"real name."
"Bandai."
"real name."
"Bandai."
"Amitabha, the young monk has practiced his psychic powers." The young monk sighed and looked at Chu Qianqiu aggrievedly.
But there's no point in being cute.
You are not a girl, and I, Chu Qianqiu, will not do this.
"The little monk's name is Sanxiu." The young monk said his name first.
What is your relationship with Monk Ikkyu?
Chu Qianqiu just wanted to complain, but then he remembered that in the Ming Dynasty in his previous life, there was a monk named Sanxiu. It was a normal Buddhist name, and in a sense it had a very high meaning.
"The ritual for climbing high is three days of rest. It seems that the young monk's master has high hopes for this."
"The donor is so complimentary. What's your real name?" The little monk tilted his head with a cute look on his face.
"Bandai."
"Amitabha, the young monk is angry."
"Young monk Sanxiu, although you are a disciple of Buddhism, your Buddhist cultivation is really poor. You can't even understand all the illusions and illusions."
"I said it's Wandai, then it's Wandai." Chu Qianqiu said with a smile, but unexpectedly, the little monk turned his head and sighed.
"Bah, little monk, just do what you want, ask whatever you want."
"The so-called seeing the original mind is clear and pure, just like the full moon."
"Amitabha, Amitabha." The young monk was very happy when he saw that he could rarely quote from the scriptures.
It seems that this little monk didn't not read, but unfortunately he quoted it wrongly, and instead provided the cannonball to himself.
"Then why did you forget that the following two sentences are, light permeates the void, without distinction."
"Go and study. Don't fight anymore."
Chu Qianqiu beat him back with a bang. During these dozens of days of reincarnation, he did not just practice martial arts. He even read a lot of books, including Taoist scriptures and Buddhist books, so as not to lose his cultural knowledge.
After all, moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor development, all of them are comprehensive, this is the correct way to open the golden finger of the time cycle.
This Shenwu Dynasty was a Buddhist country, and Buddhist scriptures were eager to be given away for free. It was as if they were free of charge, and only the cost was charged.
Therefore, every household will buy a few copies. For example, Sister Liu from the second-hand clothing store bought a lot of Buddhist scriptures and recited them from time to time.
"Huh, little monk won't let you break your defense next time." The little monk made a face and disappeared in a flash.
Chu Qianqiu was slightly surprised. Sanxiu's Qinggong was so uncanny. If they really fought, he would definitely not be his opponent.
If the opponent hadn't pushed him too hard and insisted on giving him three moves, he wouldn't have lost.
But, is this really Tuoda?
"Oh, my Buddha, my heart and soul, and my little ancestor, the next time you compete with others, you must ask your uncle to protect the Dharma. Otherwise, for good or bad, the abbot will have to skin the old monk." An old monk said bitterly.
With a straight face, he said to the little monk.
"Uncle Master, don't worry. You see, this young monk is not doing well. He has also gone through a calamity and a disaster."
"Amitabha." The young monk said with a smile. His whole body was faintly flashing with golden light. The golden bell that was broken just now has actually been restored, and it is even three points stronger than before.
"Amitabha, the abbot is true. Our Guangming Temple is also one of the nine branches of the Maha Temple and has countless secret books and treasures."
"Why do you have to practice the "Mahayana Sutra"? Every day you have to find someone who is destined to cause disaster. This is true, this is true." The old monk complained again and again. It is hard to be a guardian who goes out to cause trouble every day.
Taoist people are simply life-threatening.
The young monk Sanxiu practiced more than just the Golden Bell Shield. He practiced a total of three martial arts, each of which was a rare treasure.
"The Golden Bell", "Baekje Heart Sutra" and "The Mahayana Sutra" are all more powerful than the last.
The golden bell provides him with powerful defense, and the Baekje Heart Sutra can quickly heal his wounds. Originally, these two skills were superimposed and placed in the world, which was already a desperate combination. He actually practiced the most mysterious martial arts of Guangming Temple.
Study the Mahayana Sutra for Saving Disasters.
This is a kind of mysterious and mysterious martial arts, which must be improved by overcoming disasters.
In short, if you go out to cause trouble and get beaten, if you don't die, your strength will increase by leaps and bounds.
But the person who causes trouble must be someone who is destined to be acquainted, not just anyone.
Because this martial art is so weird, the monks who practiced it either couldn't find someone who was destined to practice it, or the person who was destined to practice it was too strong and was beaten to death.
Therefore, the young monk in Guangming Temple was disgusted by gods and ghosts, looking for suitable people everywhere.
"That big brother is destined to be with me. Maybe if he flirts with me a few times, he can help the young monk achieve enlightenment."
"Compared to other Fulong pills, it's much easier to use."
The young monk Sanxiu said with a smile, leaving the old monk speechless for a while.
But Chu Qianqiu had no time to think about the root cause of the young monk's actions at this time, because another old monk found him.
"My little friend, I haven't seen you for a long time. I wonder how you are lately."
"I was closely watched by the six gates, so I could only use this golden cicada to escape from my shell to find my little friend."
The visitor was none other than Master Juemi, the abbot of Fahua Temple and a good friend of Chu Baihu.