The middle-aged monk didn't know why Wang Chen left the Berlin Temple cafeteria. When he recovered from the failure, all he could see was the steamed buns that had fallen to the floor. There were several young monks not far away looking towards here.
These young monks had been watching Wang Chen compete with him just now, and the admiration in their eyes was indescribable to outsiders.
The middle-aged monk smiled mockingly and said to himself: "Haha, what's really crazy is that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. This time, monk, I made a big mistake. I didn't expect this little guy to be so powerful. Among his peers,
There are not many people who can break through my Diamond Sutra wall, but today it was broken by a young man. How careless. This little guy is obviously at the peak of Huang level and has this kind of strength. If he reaches Xuan level...
"
The middle-aged monk himself was stunned for a moment, confused.
Judging from Wang Chen's battle just now, I am afraid that even the real Xuan-level masters do not have this kind of strength. How did he get to the peak of the Yellow-level? This is obviously unscientific! The middle-aged monk's brows frowned slightly.
It's hard to hide things. Could it be that he hid his strength just now?
The middle-aged monk does not know that the cultivation of "Xuanhuang Jing" is not only about the superficial strength of the fourth level of Xuanhuang Jing. In fact, the strongest thing about Xuanhuang Jing is not the combat skills but his three methods of asking the sky. It's just like these three methods of asking the sky.
Nowadays, no one has realized the profound realm. Even Wang Chen’s own old man dare not say that he absolutely understands these three techniques of asking the sky.
"Xuanhuang Jing" is known as the number one sacred book in the magician world, but it is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface.
The middle-aged monk didn't know that Wang Chen was the legendary innocent heart. With an innocent heart, whether he practiced ancient martial arts, magic or even medical skills, he would be stronger than people at the same level. Of course, it would be more difficult to advance. Because their energy is too high
Pure, the purer the energy, the stronger the combat effectiveness, and of course the more energy it needs to absorb. In this regard, the innocent heart has mixed benefits.
However, the middle-aged monk soon thought about it. No matter what method the opponent used to defeat him, a loss is a loss. No amount of excuses could cover up the fact. The middle-aged monk took a long breath and stabilized.
With his own emotions, he stared at the few young monks peeking not far away and scolded: "You guys, what are you looking at? Why don't you come over quickly and clean up the buns on the ground!"
"Yes, master."
The young monks hurriedly ran over with their heads lowered and packed them up quickly. After they had packed up the steamed buns and other things on the floor, a more courageous young monk approached the middle-aged monk.
He chuckled and said, "Master, who was that young man just now? I think he is only a few years older than us, but why is he so strong?"
The middle-aged monk scolded angrily: "Don't ask questions you shouldn't!"
"Yes Yes!"
These young monks hurriedly lowered their heads, their little faces turned red and suppressed their smiles. This was the first time they saw their master so deflated.
The middle-aged monk snorted softly and turned away. He turned around and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Damn it! Now I finally understand why Master Yuan Yue has been fighting Master Xie Yue for dozens of times.
Even though I am old, I can't beat Master Xie Yue. Not only is Master Yuanyue inferior to Master Xie Yue in terms of Buddhism and strength, Master Yuanyue is not even good at looking at people."
The middle-aged monk continued with disdain: "Tch! What the heck is that Chen Yang? He makes money from people in the real world just because he is a member of the world, and then uses that money to worship our Berlin Temple. What a bastard!"
Damn I don’t know what this is!”
The figure of the middle-aged monk became farther and farther away, and finally turned around and disappeared into the cafeteria. The young monks looked at each other in shock. They all heard what the middle-aged monk said just now. I am afraid that only the two masters dared to say this in the Berlin Temple.
I am a master who has a bad temper and is fearless.
…
After Wang Chen left the cafeteria of Berlin Temple, he rushed towards the toilet without stopping. He didn't know what happened to the two monsters, Yaoxie and Madman.
As soon as he entered the toilet, the smell that hit his face almost made Wang Chen spit out the steamed buns he had just eaten. Although Wang Chen said that he could think of shit as fruits, vegetables, wine and meat when he was talking nonsense to Yaoxie, most of the nonsense content was there.
, if you can really regard feces and urine as fruits, vegetables, wine and meat, then you are definitely not a Buddha but an idiot.
Wang Chen borrowed the Xuanhuang Qi to finally crawl to the vent. He saw the eyes of Yaoxie and Madman with flashing circles, foaming at the mouth and staring at the cesspit below, trembling and wondering when they would die.
Fell down.
I'm here!
Wang Chen was dumbfounded. Damn it, the two of them didn't really stare at the cesspit because of what he said, and accidentally fainted? Wang Chen hurriedly mobilized the black and yellow energy in his body to pat the two people's backs.
On their backs, the black and yellow energy turned into a stream of clear water and spread along their veins.
Yaoxie groaned and woke up first. He opened his eyes and stared at Wang Chen in confusion and asked: "I...what happened to me just now?"
Wang Chen rolled his eyes and said, "How do I know?"
"Ah? So much wine!"
Yaoxie looked down subconsciously, and suddenly there were stars in his eyes. He stood up from the vent and was about to jump into the pit. Wang Chen was shocked.
I'm the best!
Does this guy really think this shit is wine? Seeing that Yaoxie was about to jump down, Wang Chen pulled him back, slapped him on the back, shook Yaxie violently and shouted
: "Hey! Wake up, this is a cesspit, not a wine pool. If you want to eat shit, I won't stop you, but if you want to drink, then give me your sister's
Stop it!"
Yaoxie's body trembled, and a trace of clarity returned to his eyes. Only then did he see that what was underneath was not the legendary wine at all, but the legendary monk's excrement.
Yaoxie hurriedly took two steps back and said with a smile: "Hey, I was just here thinking about drinking. It was an accident. It was purely an accident, but..."
Wang Chen was stunned and said: "But what?"
Yaoxie was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "But I seem to have really understood the Buddha's heart. This thing is just like what you said, once you understand it, you understand it."
"real?"
Wang Chen asked happily. He didn't expect that Yaoxie could understand the Buddha's heart so quickly. This was a huge surprise. At this time, the madman also woke up. The madman woke up without saying a word.
He jumped towards the cesspit and shouted: "Meat! I want to eat meat!"
Holy shit!
Wang Chen was not shocked this time, but was directly shocked!
Damn it, can anyone explain what is going on? Is modern society changing so fast that people are so excited when they see shit and urine?