Chapter 46 Such Father God

“Ah~”

"ah……"

“Hiss… Shit…”

“Boom!”

Downstairs in Chugo's building, an old man was watching TV. From time to time, he looked up at the floor and made ambiguous clicking sounds.

"The young couple upstairs are really good at playing... It's a pity that they are too old to play anymore. By the way, the girl is really beautiful, like a fairy."

In the living room, Chu Ge was emitting a faint golden light all over his body. He was lying on the ground with a lump on his head and his eyes were rolling around.

Qiu Wuji went back to his room to get his notebook, found a sound effect of a man with circles under his eyes in a coma from an animation and played it out loud, amusing himself.

Chu Ge came back to his senses, feeling both pained and amused: "Is this how you practice the Golden Bell Cover? How come I don't know how to practice this thing?"

"Yes, I analyzed and simplified the training method. Look, it's done. How fast."

Chu Ge: "You didn't do anything. You just taught me a technique and beat me up. How did it work?"

"Don't talk nonsense, how did I beat you up?"

"Could it be to help me strengthen my weak spot and build a protective shield?"

"No, I just beat you up..."

Chu Ge gritted his teeth: "Qiu! Wu! Ji! You have turned into a dead person, right?"

"Okay, okay, it did help you improve your weak spot." Qiu Wuji crossed his arms and said leisurely, "To be precise, you are now just getting started with the basics. It's just that your skin is lightly golden, and you are more resistant to blows than others. In fact, it's closer to the Iron Shirt than the Golden Bell Cover, but you are still far from the true Golden Bell Cover."

As she spoke, she sighed and looked at Chu Ge with compassion: "Who told those idiots to set it up themselves? The fundamental law of Buddhism is grand and orthodox, long-lasting and indestructible. It takes time to master it."

Chu Ge: "Who is this stupid author?"

"I don't know which pig this is." Qiu Wuji said with a smile: "Anyway, I have to thank him for not letting me learn this kind of thing that will get me beaten... I only know this method, and I haven't practiced it myself. Maybe I have to go back and study it more before teaching you the in-depth level. For now, let's leave it at that."

Chu Ge groaned and climbed up. It was quite painful to hammer the weak spot just now, but it seemed to recover quickly and he didn't feel anything anymore. He could feel that his skin and flesh had become much thicker. It seemed that it was not purely mana protection, but it was like the muscle strength was stimulated to perform a short-term reorganization protection. It was really hard to explain the details. He didn't know what level of attack it could protect against, and the difference between dealing with sharp and blunt weapons. He didn't understand it until he tried it.

You can talk nonsense when you write, but when it really happens to you, you really have no idea what it means.

Chu Ge pinched and poked himself here and there, and asked hesitantly: "If I remember correctly, although the Golden Bell Cover is also based on magic power, it is basically a kind of physical cultivation."

"Yes, the body is the main thing, and magic power is just a combination. That's why I won't learn this stuff." Qiu Wuji has all kinds of magic spells to protect himself, and he walks in a light and elegant manner. He pursues a light and graceful step, and he doesn't want to make himself like a sandbag. Well, Chu Ge is just right.

Chu Ge hesitated and said, "It's okay for physical training, but...are you sure you have fixed all the weaknesses just now?"

"No, do you expect to train your defense to the seventh level with your current training? Be careful."

"The seven orifices are a small matter, but what about the lower part?"

Qiu Wuji was stunned.

Is this what you are paying attention to?

Our Father God is like this, our world is destroyed...

"Don't have that expression." Chu Ge leaned back: "I am asking serious questions about my cultivation method, be serious."

"Don't you know you wrote it yourself?"

"How can I possibly describe in detail this typical sidekick technique? How many protagonists have you seen practicing this? Being cool is a lifelong thing, okay? The Thunder Blade Mad Monk, Mang Jin Gang, has been trying to get rid of this nickname his entire life..."

“…Who is that?”

"No one." Chu Ge said: "Anyway, I just made a twelve-layer setting, saying it is the highest defense of Buddhism. God knows how your world plays itself out?"

"So I have to go back and learn more about it. I mentioned that I haven't practiced it, I just watched it."

"Is there one in the Sutra Library? If not, I can patch it up. I once killed a Buddhist traitor and got a copy from him. This should be fine."

"...The Sutra Library already has one. This is the origin. I killed him myself and originally returned it to the Buddhist sect. I gave him a lot of face. Abbot Dabei personally recognized that I left the rubbings for reference. Anyway, it's useless if he doesn't recognize it. I have seen it. Are you going to go to war with me..." Qiu Wuji repeated: "I killed him myself, you didn't write it!"

Chugo rubbed his chin.

This plot has never been written before. It seems that the world's self-completion "outside the established plot" is really rich. For example, I wrote that there are many high-end methods collected from past dynasties in the Sutra Library. There are many stories about "collection from past dynasties" that are impossible to write, so I self-completed one of them here.

In that case, the patch can still be applied.

Chu Ge entered the room in a flash, opened the outline setting volume, and selected "Golden Bell Cover" in the "Kung Fu Setting" column, adding: "As long as you have a small success, you can protect the lower Yinzhaomen..."

save.

In the world of the book, many monks found themselves becoming a little bit humbly.

Tears streaming down my face, this is of no use to us monks...

Chu Ge also burst into tears, his logical thinking prevailed, and he still had to write that he needed to achieve "small success". We are just getting started, and we can't use it yet... Oh, by the way, there is no place to use it even if we can use it... Then forget it, let's talk about small success first.

Chu Ge glanced around and saw Qiu Wuji standing there with his hands on his hips, watching him change the settings. His speechless and disgusted expression was so cute.

I don’t know if she regretted choosing this to teach me. How could a good Buddhist technique turn out to be like this?

"I'll go back first." Qiu Wuji watched him finish the operation and finally said, "Your situation is quite special. I also want to go back and look through the classics to see how to teach you more appropriately. Anyway, I have nothing to do recently, so there is no need for me to stay here all the time."

Chu Ge was still reluctant: "How can it be alright? You just got started with the computer, and there are so many things you haven't played with..."

Qiu Wuji smiled slightly and tapped his temple: "I have imprinted several books in my sea of consciousness. I haven't digested them yet. I can read them slowly when I go back. This also saves time - everyone's flow speed seems to be different."

Chu Ge was stunned. This was also a very BUG thing.

My first reaction was, if I could get in, write "Seven Days Later" outside, and hide inside to save the manuscript for seven days, wow, that would be invincible. Even if I can't get in, if Qiu Wuji can really write for me in the future, that would also be invincible... Who can beat him?

The typist's reaction is so sincere, honest and unpromising.

He didn't say much. He said goodbye and went back properly. He could come back anytime. He didn't feel the awkwardness of the previous sudden disappearances. It was no different from going to work or going on a business trip. His reaction was very calm now: "Okay, don't always look at these when you go back. You have to keep up with your own practice. Yan Qianlie is not someone you can easily mess with. I made him very strong just to show off."

"I know, I know." Qiu Wuji suddenly returned to the room, took out a pair of stockings and handed them over: "Here."

Chugo: ""

Qiu Wuji said with a straight face: "I already have something in my hand. When I disappear, the scattered things will be safer."

Chu Ge was so angry that he snorted, "Don't worry, go ahead."

Qiu Wuji quickly returned to his room, hid in bed, wrapped himself in the quilt, and made sure that the things were scattered under the quilt before returning safely.

Chu Ge opened the main document with an expressionless face and began to type: "Qiu Wuji's soul returned from his journey. He was distracted by the thoughts of the Heavenly Dao and forgot that the closed-door formation he had set up could not be traversed casually. With a 'bang', the soul hit the stone door, and the whole soul body lay on the door in a big shape and slowly slid down..."

The world of books.

Qiu Wuji felt that his personal belongings were much safer this time, and happily returned to his body. With a "bang", the soul hit the stone door and slowly slid down in a large letter shape.

Thanks to earthwalker for the 5000 reward, 1000shazangxueyi for the 3000 reward, and huanghuanghuangzz for the 2000 reward...

(End of this chapter)