Chapter 0032 Watching the Lich Battle, the 12th Grade Golden Lotus Seeds
This scene made Zhu Tianpeng look confused and confused.
He is not stupid. As a person who has been educated in the 21st century, he understands what this sentence means.
But he couldn't figure out how Qingxia, who had always been unhappy with him, could have such emotions towards him.
Even if it were Zixia, he still felt that there were traces to follow, but this Qingxia made him react somewhat.
After a long time, Zhu Tianpeng came back to his senses, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Sure enough, a woman's heart is as deep as the bottom of her heart. This sentence is not false at all."
By the time he came to his senses, Zixia had already chased Qingxia out, so he and Patriarch Bodhi were the only two people in the hall.
At this moment, Patriarch Bodhi was looking directly at him, which shocked Zhu Tianpeng. He quickly bowed and saluted: "Master, I was just rude."
After saying that, Zhu Tianpeng was waiting for the punishment from Patriarch Bodhi. After all, doing it in front of him would live up to the teachings of Sanxingguan.
However, unexpectedly, Patriarch Bodhi did not blame him, and even looked at him appreciatively and said, "Very good, fighting or not fighting is just a matter of thought, but those who block one's own path will be swept away with the power of thunder.
This is the mentality a monk should have."
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng couldn't help but raise his head in astonishment, staring at Patriarch Bodhi, and he hesitated for a long time before saying, "Master, this..."
Waving his hands, Patriarch Bodhi said: "Doctrines, teachings, are just the meaning of teaching. There is no dispute between the same sects. This is all false. The reason why I established this rule is to test mediocrity and genius. Obviously, you have achieved
My expectations.”
After a pause, Patriarch Bodhi stood up from his seat, and a great momentum surged out of his body. Under this great momentum, Zhu Tianpeng felt that he was just a lone boat on the stormy sea, and something might happen at any time.
The boat capsized, and even the thought of kneeling down and surrendering quietly arose in his heart.
However, the moment such thoughts arose, Zhu Tianpeng bit the tip of his tongue and used the excruciating pain to make himself rational. He screamed in his heart: "No, you can't kneel, you absolutely can't kneel!"
He can accept sincere kneeling, but he will never accept such oppressive kneeling. This is his bottom line and the only persistence in his heart.
Crackling——
The next second, the bones in his body cracked, and the sound of bone shattering resounded. The powerful pressure directly destroyed his internal organs. Blood continuously overflowed from the pores, and an aura of imminent death quietly rose.
But even so, Zhu Tianpeng did not kneel down. He clenched his teeth and stared at Patriarch Bodhi with a pair of eyes. There was no hatred or resentment, but only yearning and admiration.
strength!
Once again, Zhu Tianpeng developed an unparalleled greed for power.
Ancestor Bodhi was so powerful that his aura alone brought him to the verge of collapse. Even this was deliberately controlled by Ancestor Bodhi. If all his aura was released, Zhu Tianpeng had no doubt that he would be stunned immediately.
Just like the past century, Zhu Tianpeng felt that the pressure on his body was dissipated, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He resisted the urge to faint and looked at Patriarch Bodhi.
However, Patriarch Bodhi did not look at him, but waved his hand directly.
For an instant, Zhu Tianpeng felt his eyes blur, and then scenes of battles of blood and tears emerged before his eyes.
There are demon monks who cover the sky and the sun, and there are dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of tall witch clans all over the land. Thousands of them fall every moment in the battle between the two sides.
Even among these, the lowest is the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal. With just one punch, he destroyed hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
A bell rang, and tens of thousands of witch clans exploded to death. Blood filled the sky, the earth flowed into rivers, and corpses piled up. The aura of desolation even though Zhu Tianpeng knew that it was all an illusion, he couldn't bear it.
I felt horrified and terrified.
I don't know how long it took, but the picture stagnated and disappeared. Zhu Tianpeng stood there for a long time, unable to calm down.
After a long time, Zhu Tianpeng came back to his senses and couldn't help but murmured: "That's the battle of the lich!"
As soon as he said these words, Patriarch Bodhi turned to look at Zhu Tianpeng and said, "Yes, that was just a scene of the first battle between the lich and the lich. The lich fought three battles and the world cried out blood, and all things returned to silence. That was the prehistoric era, that
This is the era when true monks shine."
After a pause, Patriarch Bodhi waved his hand, and then, a bright lotus seed flew out and directly entered Zhu Tianpeng's body.
The next second, Zhu Tianpeng felt a refreshing sensation all over his body, and his broken bones and injured internal organs were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhu Tianpeng felt that the injuries in his body were recovering, and even the huge energy was constantly hitting his bottleneck. As long as he was willing, he could instantly enter the small perfection, perfection, or even the great perfection of the immortal.
“To break through or not to break through?”
Such thoughts arose in his mind, but in just an instant, Zhu Tianpeng strengthened his mind.
"If you don't break through, you will definitely not be able to break through. No matter how good your cultivation is, it will be useless. Just like when I broke through the immortals through hidden cultivation before, it will always be illusory without my own realm understanding."
Thinking of this, Zhu Tianpeng started to use Qingdi's Creation Technique and began to suppress the vigorous energy in his body.
As time passed bit by bit, the energy in his body was suppressed by him and dispersed into his internal organs, limbs and meridians, and his entire body became several times stronger for no reason.
Of course, this only consumed less than one-tenth of its energy, and the rest was suppressed by him in his Dantian, forming a golden lotus seed.
It wasn't until Zhu Tianpeng opened his eyes that Patriarch Bodhi said, "Very good, Tianpeng, I have seen your determination. Remember your determination now. No matter what happens in the future, you must remember it."
This scene."
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng nodded.
Although he didn't know what Patriarch Bodhi was referring to, this scene was deeply engraved in his mind, this moment's determination, this moment's everything.
After a long time, Zhu Tianpeng came back to his senses and looked at Patriarch Bodhi: "Master, I don't understand..."
Before he could express his inner doubts, Patriarch Bodhi interrupted him with a wave of his hand and said, "Canopy, you will understand some things sooner or later, but not now. What I just gave you is a twelfth-grade
Golden lotus seeds are the lotus seeds of the twelfth-grade golden lotus of merit. You are the only one left in the world. The rest are all ninth-grade golden lotus seeds. Do you know the meaning?"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng was shocked.
The lotus seeds in the Dantian were twelfth-grade golden lotus seeds, which was far beyond his expectation. At first, he thought it was some kind of panacea given by Patriarch Bodhi, but it was of very high quality.
At the same time, Zhu Tianpeng was also terrified.
If he has just been refined, he is afraid that he will no longer have any relationship with the Western Buddhism, and he will still become a pawn in Journey to the West, a pawn at the mercy of others without any freedom of expression!