Chu Li stood in front of the body of the Supreme Monk and shook his head.
There was a trace of regret in his heart, but more of happiness.
In the final analysis, Li Ruolan's death was caused by the Supreme Monk. He had been causing it and suppressing it for a long time. Today, he finally avenged his death. He felt comfortable and inexplicably happy all over his body, and his Tianxin Jue became a little more refined.
The Supreme Monk has a very good understanding and his ideas are very different from ordinary people. He is a lunatic. If he becomes a top master and surpasses himself, not only will he be unlucky, but the people around him will also be unlucky.
However, he also understood that if he killed the Supreme Master, he would face crazy revenge from the Zhuan Lun Temple. The Supreme Master was their top young master, the future and pillar of the Zhuan Lun Temple, and they would never give up easily.
He knew this but still killed the Supreme Monk, feeling extremely happy. Only living like this can be regarded as unrestrained and happy, and not in vain.
He took out two sun and moon discs from the sleeves of the Supreme Good Monk, lifted the Supreme Good Monk and floated away.
In the evening, as the sun set in the west, the afterglow illuminated the solemnity of Jiren Temple, with thousands of rays of light and Sanskrit sounds lingering in the air. Chu Li came to the outside of Jiren Temple.
There were many pilgrims coming and going, and they looked at Chu Li curiously.
"Bang!" The body of the supreme monk fell in front of the temple door.
When the two Zhike monks at the door saw the bright red monk's robes, they knew that he was a disciple of Zhuanlun Temple. When they saw the face of the Supreme Master, their expressions suddenly changed, and they turned around and ran into the temple.
After a while, an old monk in red robes came in a hurry, surrounded by monks in gray robes.
He walked out of the temple gate and came to the Supreme Monk. After seeing his face, he looked solemn and bowed his head in tithe: "Namo Amitabha!"
His voice was calm and solemn, making people feel at ease.
He squatted down and touched Monk Zhishan's wrist, then stood up and looked at Chu Li.
Chu Li said: "Although the Supreme Monk deserves to die, the deceased is a big one, so he cannot be exposed in the wild. You can handle it yourself!"
The old monk's red robe was fluttering, and he said slowly and calmly: "Donor Zhao, you are so cruel!"
Chu Li said lightly: "No matter how ruthless I am, I am still far from being as good as the Supreme Monk. Okay, the people have been sent to you. As for how your Zhuanlun Temple will retaliate, just come here. I'll be waiting!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Abbot!" all the monks shouted, filled with anger.
The old monk in red waved his hand and said solemnly: "Cremate the Supreme Being first."
"Yes..." The monks joined together unwillingly and glared at Chu Li who walked away.
Chu Li's move was truly arrogant and arrogant. After killing someone, he not only did not escape, but came directly to his door. This was really a provocation to Zhuan Lun Temple. Not killing him would not be enough to maintain the majesty of Zhuan Lun Temple!
Chu Li walked carelessly with a smile on his face.
Sure enough, the method of refining the mind of Tianxin Jue requires clear thoughts, and there are some shadows of Tianmo Sutra. It needs to be done to the fullest, without being restrained by oppression.
After doing this, he felt that he had improved a little bit more in Tianxin Jue. If he continued to do this, he would be able to reach the tenth level.
After completing the Tianxin Jue, go to Yinxian Mountain to learn the Dragon Control Technique, then find the next few levels of the Linghe Jue, and then find the other mental techniques, perfect them one by one, and then you can become a god!
He has never been in a hurry to find the Linghe Jue. Without the Dragon Control Jue, everything is meaningless. No matter how much and perfect he practices it, he will never become a god.
Early the next morning, when he got up and came to the martial arts training ground, he saw a middle-aged monk already standing in the field, with his red monk's robes fluttering, standing in the morning breeze and looking at him calmly.
Seeing him appear, the middle-aged monk titheed and said calmly: "Namo Amitabha! Almsgiver Zhao, the poor monk Yuan Kong has been ordered to come to take your life and send you into reincarnation!"
Chu Li looked at this tall and rugged middle-aged monk. He had a lion's nose and a wide mouth, and was very powerful. Especially his hands were extraordinarily large. When they were put together, they were like cattail fans.
Chu Li could tell at a glance that his hands had practiced strange skills, which were different from ordinary martial arts.
Chu Li said: "Want to avenge the Supreme Monk?"
Yuan Kong Heshi said calmly: "Life and death are ordinary matters for disciples of Zhuanlun Temple, but the freedom of life and death is within one's own thoughts. They can come and go freely and no one else can interfere. Donor Zhao killed the nephew of the Supreme Master, so he must accept it naturally.
Punishment, Namo Amitabha..."
Chu Li smiled and said: "Then why bother talking, just do it."
"Namo Amitabha..." Monk Yuankong proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and pushed out a palm with his palm-like right hand, moving slowly.
Chu Li extended his palm to greet him.
"Bang!" Chu Li flew straight backwards and crashed into the wall behind.
Monk Yuankong's palm force hit his internal organs like a giant hammer. Chu Li had no time to resolve it, and the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra failed to work and was already severely damaged. He had never seen such a domineering palm force.
Spiritual energy surged from all directions, repairing the injuries, and the Ksitigarbha Chakra Sutra was reversed. With the combination of the two, the original serious injuries were recovered by seven to eight points, with only a trace of minor injuries.
Monk Yuankong stepped in front of Chu Li and struck out with another palm.
Chu Li was embedded in the wall. He kicked his legs fiercely and shot towards Yuan Kong. He clenched his right palm and turned it into a great bright divine fist and punched it out.
"Bang!" Chu Li crashed into the wall again. The wall shuddered and cracks appeared.
Chu Li said "Wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his chest became free.
The surging spiritual energy and the movement of the Ksitigarbha Chakra quickened the repair of the injury. This time, I was prepared and the injury was not that serious.
He was still unable to neutralize the palm power of Monk Yuan Kong. The Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra seemed to be ineffective in front of this palm power, so he waved both hands together.
At close range, the flying knife instantly hit Monk Yuankong's throat.
"Ding ding..." With a clear sound, the two knives were blocked by his palm-like right hand, and they fell to the ground as if they had hit an iron stone.
Chu Li frowned and disappeared, standing ten feet away and hummed: "Monk Yuankong, what kind of palm power is this!"
The spiritual energy surged in, and the Ksitigarbha Chakra was running, quickly recovering from injuries and trying to restore himself to his peak state.
Such a palm is powerful enough to compete with the Blood Jade Palm.
Monk Yuankong said solemnly: "Sumi Palm."
"What a Sumeru Palm, it's so powerful." Chu Li shook his head and said, "If the Supreme Monk had mastered such palm skills, he wouldn't have died in my hands!"
Monk Yuankong looked calm and was not aroused by Chu Li. He said slowly: "Practice this palm requires stupid skills, hard work, and hard work. It takes sixty years to achieve a small success. The nephew of the Supreme Master is extremely talented and has extraordinary understanding.
But it has nothing to do with this palm."
Chu Li said: "Is there no shortcut?"
Monk Yuankong shook his head: "If there is a shortcut, it is not Xumi Palm."
"What a Xumi Palm." Chu Li became more and more interested.
His path is different from that of the supreme monk.
Practicing martial arts is like walking. The Supreme Monk has good qualifications and high understanding. The reason why he walks ahead of others is that he took a shortcut.
However, Chu Li's qualifications are not that good, and his cultivation is so fast. Firstly, with the help of spiritual pills, and secondly, because the flow of internal energy is twice as fast as ordinary people, he walks the same path as others, only he walks longer.
Just quick.
If he has the secret of Xumi Palm, it doesn't take that long to practice. He may be able to achieve it in a few years, and his power will be even more amazing.
"Is this palm the secret of your Zhuanlun Temple?" Chu Li said.
Monk Yuankong showed a smile: "Donor Zhao, why do you need to know this? Today, you will finally enter reincarnation!"
After he said that, he pushed out another palm.
Chu Li deduced that this Sumeru Palm needed a power-charging process, otherwise he would not have told him so much. (To be continued.)