call-- It seems like a breeze is blowing across my face. The foreign monk knew that it was the fist blast from Li Qingcha. If I were hit by this punch, there would be only one outcome waiting for me - death. Unfortunately, "You underestimate my Buddhism." The foreign monk's voice suddenly became steady. He slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was Li Qingcha's right fist.
This fist did not look like it had been well-trained. The joints were not very prominent and there were no calluses. But even so, one could still feel an unstoppable force from it. But such an unstoppable punch was blocked. At some point, the monk's body shape changed, from skinny to strong and muscular. He pinched Li Qingcha's wrist. "Donor Li, you have ruined my cultivation. Are you ready to suffer the consequences?" Chapter 48 How dare you hurt my husband! The foreign monks practiced the Zen of dead wood. There is an idiom - dead wood meets spring, which means that trees regain vitality when they encounter spring. The same is true for Kurumu Zen. During the eighth stage, one's body becomes emaciated and his combat power decreases. To those who don't know much about it, he looks like a dying person. But once he breaks through the realm, he will recover instantly and his body functions will skyrocket. But now, the foreign monk was almost beaten to death, and was forced to give up more than ten years of cultivation. This is why he said, "Donor Li has ruined my cultivation." The foreign monk had a face full of resentment and a fierce look in his eyes. "die!" Li Qingcha instinctively sensed that something was wrong. Go back! She suddenly broke free and looked back. I saw that the ground under the foreign monk's feet had been trampled into two pits more than ten centimeters deep, and the stone slabs were broken into pieces, like a dense spider web. Li Qingcha: I am a bitch! What's happening here?
How come the battle just now didn't cause any losses? The foreign monk snorted coldly. "Master Li is so surprised. It seems that you don't know how powerful I am, the eighth-rank monk of the Buddhist sect. So today I will let you see my strength, which is no less than that of a warrior." After saying that, he punched forward. Li Qingcha retreated again. A section of the brick wall near where she had just stood was broken. Then, the resident of that brick wall suddenly opened the window, looked at his own wall, and was furious. "You can hit me if you want, but don't damage my things!" The foreign monk and the resident looked at each other. The resident became even angrier and asked, "What? You want to hit me? Let me tell you, my aunt's cousin's godfather is the Minister of Justice!" He glared at the foreign monk fiercely. Foreign monk: ??? The two continued to stare at each other. a long time, "Amitabha." "Fuck you." The resident even spat at him. Foreign monk: ￣□￣｜｜ Li Qingcha was stunned beside him. I can only say that you are worthy of being someone who lives in the imperial city, so awesome! boom! The window is closed. The foreign monk was very embarrassed, and in order to ease the embarrassment, he decided to vent his anger on Li Qingcha. The crackling of his knuckles made people feel uncomfortable. The more dangerous the situation, the calmer you should be. Li Qingcha began to think about how to escape. Number five? Number Five knew the whereabouts of the foreign monk very well, and even said something like "Number Four, you may not need to look for Li Qingcha in the future." It is possible that he is a member of the Western Region Buddhist sect. or……
Daxiangguo Temple? Li Qingcha had previously deduced that it was Daxiangguo Temple that provided the foreign monks with food and lodging. She shook her head slightly. Judging from the current situation, it is more likely that No. 5 is an enemy rather than a friend. So, what about the Imperial Observatory? As soon as this thought came to his mind, Li Qingcha rejected it. After all, the foreign monk just said, "I am closer to Mr. Li than an official of the first rank." The emperor is far away and the sky is high. No matter how powerful the supervisor is, he cannot scare people. You wouldn't be like the resident just now who said, "I am best friends with Princesses Sirou and Yongjia"? Ugh…… Li Qingcha smiled bitterly and sighed. Is today a day of inevitable death? Perhaps, after death, I can travel back in time and find out that what I have experienced during this period was just a dream, which may not be a bad thing. "The expression on Donor Li's face..." The foreign monk said with a calm face and a smile, "It seems that Donor Li has already known the current situation." Li Qingcha was helpless. I can’t fight him, and I can’t escape either. There’s nothing I can do. She raised her eyebrows. "Since I am going to die, then let me be a ghost who understands. Why do you Western Buddhists want the Heavenly Secret Disk so much?" "I am just a martial monk and I just follow orders." said the foreign monk. "..." "It seems that Mr. Li is fine." "Besides growing vegetables instantly, what other means do you have to deceive people?" "……there is none left." "You are lying. It is said that monks do not tell lies. Since you lied, you are no longer a monk." Foreign monk: ... He saw that Li Qingcha was just stalling for time. "Donor Li, monks don't kill." His expression suddenly became serious, and he said, "But don't worry, I will help your soul to be reborn." After killing someone, he is also responsible for cleaning up the mess. Emmm...
It’s worthy of being Buddhism. Li Qingcha clenched his right fist. "It seems that we still have to see whose fist is harder." The foreign monk shook his head with a look of compassion. "Donor Li, Donor Li, no matter what, you are no match for me. Why do you have to endure this pain of wanting to survive?" "Survival is a human instinct. Do you really need to make a fuss?!" "Heh... You thought that delaying time would allow you to recover your strength, but you didn't know that I was practicing the Zen of a dead tree. I stopped practicing, and after ten years of dead tree, spring came in an instant. My strength has been fully recovered." "Find a fight!" Li Qingcha raised his fist and rushed forward. boom! As before, both sides exchanged fists. Li Qingcha only felt a huge force coming from his right arm, bringing with it a heart-wrenching pain. His right hand dropped limply. The blood drew an arc along the forearm to the fingertips, slowly dripping and hitting the ground, spreading into a small pool of crimson. Li Qingcha knew very well. Those who are greedy will suffer a backlash after their abilities skyrocket. Just now she could attack without caring about the pain, but now, the pain was returned to her body doubly, making every part of her body hurt, and it felt like flames were burning in the gaps between her bones. The foreign monk was stunned, then shook his head. "I see." "What?" Li Qingcha wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand, "Do you regret it?" "What do I have to regret?" "Of course you regret it!" "..." "..." silence. The foreign monk did regret it. If he had known earlier that Li Qingcha was using a fighting method that stimulated his potential, he should have temporarily avoided the sharp edge and delayed time. In this way, he would not have had to abandon the withered wood Zen that he had practiced for more than ten years. The time and energy wasted here is beyond reason.
"Master Li, I've heard that you can manipulate people's hearts, and now it seems to be true." The foreign monk said, "However, being too smart is not necessarily a good thing." "You're angry because of shame." Li Qingcha sneered. "die!" The foreign monk threw another straight punch. He had plenty of ways to win, but he chose the exact same attack method as before, which was humiliating; Li Qing's tea oil is exhausted and the lamp is out.