Chapter 455: What is it like to have your elders break their rules right after arriving?
When asked this by Xiaobao, Lu Wenwu himself felt very confused.
I am such an honest person, I definitely didn't lie.
We have really reached level ninety-nine!
It just doesn't match what I knew before.
The experienced monk Jingchen keenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong. He raised his left hand and golden Buddha light suddenly enveloped the few people.
Feeling that an unfamiliar spatial force was about to act on his body, Lu Wenwu's internal qi and blood were subconsciously mobilized.
His body had already prepared for a defensive counterattack before his mind did.
Like a sharp blade.
As soon as the enemy takes a step forward, it is unsheathed, ready to drink blood.
The power increased too much at once, and some powerful new abilities that had just been born had not yet been adapted. Even Lu Wenwu found it difficult to control his power at this moment.
At this moment, the golden Buddha light had not yet completely enveloped the surroundings, and the tremendous power leaking from the edge made the onlookers who were close by shiver unconsciously.
The feeling is like facing a wild beast in a dungeon, which is as terrifying as facing a great demon god.
Even many gods had their faces suddenly changed, and they quickly retreated backwards, running away without looking back.
They felt the threat of death from Lu Wenwu.
Past experience reminded them that staying next to a terrifying existence that had slaughtered countless lives would generally not lead to good things.
The best option is to stay as far away as possible.
after all
This upper realm is not only accessible to the stereotypical righteous practitioners.
The same can be said of the great demon that can slaughter an entire world at will!
Curiosity not only kills the cat, but also kills people.
Enveloped in the heavy Buddha light, Lu Wenwu consciously restrained the pressure he exuded and looked at Xiaobao.
"This is the great monk Jingchen Tu, an elder who was good friends with the old man back then. Most of the information I know about the upper realm was given by him, so he can be trusted." Xiaobao said in a deep voice.
"Junior Lu Wenwu greets Senior Jingchen."
After hearing what Xiaobao said, Lu Wenwu immediately let down his guard and bowed with a smile.
"I have heard of your name for a long time. Xiao Lan has mentioned it to me many times. Now that I see you, I am really frightened!" Monk Jingchen looked at Lu Wenwu as if he were a monster.
Lu Wenwu's face froze, and he asked tentatively, "If I heard correctly, you just said 'frightened'?"
"That's not good. It must be a shock. These people present were all frightened by you."
When Monk Jingchen smiled, the scars on his face began to tremble, making him look quite creepy.
"This is not a place to talk. You're new here and have nowhere else to go. Come sit in the Buddhist kingdom that this old monk has opened up. Cross-border communication can only convey limited information, so Xiaolan must listen carefully."
"Tsk, just listen to me, I need to sleep."
Xiaobao didn't care. He turned over and faced his butt towards Monk Jingchen.
“Really.”
Monk Jingchen seemed to want to say something but hesitated. In the end, he said nothing and once again enveloped everyone with Buddha's light.
But the expression on his face didn't look very good.
It's just like an old father who finds that his baby daughter has entered the rebellious stage but is helpless and reluctant to control her. He is just spoiling his child.
Lu Wenwu believed that he had absolutely reasonable suspicion and had sufficient evidence.
The old monk Yuantong who had given him a mythical inscription in the Endless Abyss looked the same, with the same expression as if they were carved from the same mold.
Compared to Lu Wenwu's aloof Dragon Mansion, where only mechanical puppets are responsible for raising cattle and sheep and growing crops, the small Buddhist world opened up by Monk Jingchen looks extremely majestic and solemn.
Between the towering mountains and steep cliffs, there are clusters of Buddha statues, pagodas and temples.
Countless Buddhas and monks chanted scriptures in unison, and the whole world was filled with a strange, colorful Buddha light, which made people feel peaceful - the same was true for cats. Xiaobao slept more soundly listening to the white noise on the scene.
If this place were taken to the lower realm to cosplay places like Mount Xumi and Leiyin Temple, ordinary practitioners probably wouldn't be able to find anything wrong with it.
When I arrived at a Zen room, a novice monk had already brewed three cups of high-quality fragrant tea. Just smelling it made me feel refreshed, as if I could gain some enlightenment at any time.
"Find a cushion and sit by yourself. We are all family, so just treat it like your own home. Tea made from the leaves of the Bodhi tree is a specialty of this old monk."
Monk Jingchen stretched out his hand and pointed, and two cups of tea floated over.
Suddenly, a cup of juice made from some unknown fruit appeared in front of Xiaobao.
Lu Wenwu took a quick glance and said nothing.
If possible, he and Maomao actually wanted to drink juice too.
Something like tea.
A rough man like him really can't get used to drinking this. It's just like a cow chewing a peony.
However, Monk Jingchen noticed the momentary hesitation of the man and the dog, laughed, stretched out his hand and pointed again, and replaced the tea with two cups of juice, the same as Xiaobao's, and placed them in front of them.
Lu Wenwu smiled embarrassedly, picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.
A refreshing and rich fragrance exploded between his lips and teeth, making his eyes brighten.
Along with that unforgettable wonderful taste, there was also a gentle warm power flowing through every limb and bone, quietly soothing Lu Wenwu's mental fatigue caused by forcing his way through the ninety-nine steps of the Divine Stairway.
It's like lying on the soft grass on a spring afternoon, basking in the warm and gentle sunshine and falling asleep quietly.
All the previous fatigue was swept away!
Xiaobao had fallen off Maomao's back at some point and was squatting on the low table, drinking happily with Maomao, each holding a cup.
Lu Wenwu has already started analyzing how this glass of juice is made, and plans to replicate it with his favorite iced blueberry juice, hoping to come up with a new special blend.
Monk Jingchen was at a loss for words. "Although I've heard that you, Xiao Lu, are a top-notch chef, there's no need to start digging into my past, right? If you like it, I'll transplant a forest of trees to you when we leave. It's just pure refreshing fruit juice, boiled with some rock sugar."
"Uh, I'm really sorry, my occupational disease has kicked in." Lu Wenwu felt a little embarrassed and restrained.
If someone else were to treat the place as his own home, he would definitely take out the egg-filled pancake and start eating it. The main thing is to be casual.
But at this moment, he had to face the presence of Xiaobao who had to call him an elder, so no matter how thick-skinned he was, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
We read the Analects!
Learn from the saints’ ways through observation and hearing!
"It's okay, it's okay. We're all family, so relax a little." Monk Jingchen said, signaling with his eyes, "Look, that little thing wasn't polite to me, an old monk."
Lu Wenwu turned around and saw that Xiaobao had already started scratching the exquisite cushion as a cat scratching board.
A good cushion was scratched into a ball of wool.
“.”
Lu Wenwu was silent for a moment, but in the end he didn't act too casually.
He just quietly took out his most proud egg-filled pancake and invited the old monk Jingchen to taste it.
Sure enough, although this trick is a bit old, it is still very popular.
Monk Jingchen was astonished after tasting it. While he highly praised it, it also greatly narrowed the distance between the two parties and eliminated the barriers and restraints that had arisen from their initial acquaintance.
In this way, both sides finally got to the point.
For example, why did Monk Jingchen describe Lu Wenwu's actions as frightening?
The reason is Lu Wenwu's incredible repair ability.
Regenerating a severed limb is not a difficult task for a powerful cultivator with a high level of cultivation.
Some elixirs, natural treasures, even talents or skills, etc., have this ability.
However, unless precious treasures are used, it will take a considerable period of nurturing and tempering for the newly born limbs to become as strong and usable as before they were cut off.
Except for some practitioners who follow special paths of cultivation, the higher the level of cultivation, the more obvious this point becomes.
But, the premise of all this is that it cannot be a physical cultivation.
The famous magical power of rebirth by dripping blood seems to be related to physical cultivation, right?
Sorry, this thing really has nothing to do with physical cultivation.
Normal physical practitioners all follow a defensive style, and it is impossible for Lu Wenwu to be in a situation where he lost his arms and brain but was still fine.
Physical cultivation is about cultivating your own body.
You said you want to grow back that powerful body that took countless years and a huge amount of natural treasures to be tempered in a short period of time relying only on spiritual energy?
You’re dreaming!
A piece of paper torn in two can be glued together with tape, and it will be stronger than the original piece.
If a piece of steel plate breaks into two pieces, do you use tape to stick them together?
Is that possible?
The body of a strong person who practices physical cultivation is an extremely useful material for refining weapons. His dragon-like blood and energy are of infinite use as medicine. Even the cultivators of the magic path say that it is good.
If it were so easy to cultivate back, then the physical cultivators would just cut off their own arms and legs and sell them as materials.
Cut one and it will grow back. There is no cost-effective trading card bug and you can get unlimited materials.
If the younger generation holds it, it will be a top-notch magic weapon, and it can kill enemies of higher levels.
If it doesn't work, you can ask your younger brother to help you and open up a new market. Ahem!
Obviously, this is not feasible.
Except for Lu Wenwu, all the powerful body cultivators that Monk Jingchen knew, even if they had a broken finger, it would cost an unknown amount of energy and financial resources to grow it back on its own, which was extremely difficult.
As long as it can be grafted back, I will never choose to grow it again.
Relying on the powerful defense of the body to defeat the opponent without getting hurt is the real way to open the path of body training.
You can only choose one between an incredible recovery ability and an incredible body.
Those who master magical powers like rebirth by dripping blood are all glass cannons whose combat power is not attached to their bodies.
Someone like Lu Wenwu, who has incredible physical defense and recovery ability, is like a scorpion poop - unique.
This was something Monk Jingchen had never heard of before.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed such a ridiculous thing.
When he learned that Lu Wenwu only needed to consume his own physical strength to repair injuries of this level, Monk Jingchen's expression gradually became distorted.
Even with the Buddhist heart he had cultivated over the years, he found it difficult to remain calm and almost became angry and cursed.
What the hell.
Consume physical energy?
What’s the difference between this and no cost!
This is not scientific at all, and it is not cultivation!
Now Monk Jingchen finally understood why Xiaobao, as the successor of the White Tiger Lord and such an arrogant cat, was willing to praise Lu Wenwu's talent as the best in the world.
A tough physique man who has mastered the power of rebirth by a drop of blood. He can fight and withstand heavy loads, and his recovery ability is incredible. His physical strength is almost endless.
As long as you don't crush him in terms of combat power, you will eventually be exhausted to death by him.
This is outrageous!
If he is not the best in the world, who is?
After listening to Monk Jingchen's explanation, Lu Wenwu thought about it and felt that his ability to reach the top might be related to his incredible recovery ability.
So he raised his doubts.
Monk Jingchen was confused.
He rubbed his shiny bald head hard, making it crackle.
"You mean, you relied on your powerful body and incredible recovery ability to walk step by step directly to the 99th step of the Long Stairway to Divinity, and then you held on until your recovery ability could no longer keep up and then came out?" Monk Jingchen suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing.
"Yes, that's why I answered that way when Xiaobao asked me before." Lu Wenwu nodded seriously, "But I'm a little confused. Why, I've reached the corresponding level on the Stairway to Godhood and my understanding of the laws is also complete, but I haven't advanced or transformed? And I didn't see the ascension passage on the ninety-ninth floor."
"Wait a moment, wait a moment, put those aside for now."
Monk Jingchen felt that his mind was a little unstable and his head was dizzy, so he quickly waved his hands.
"Xiao Lu, could you first tell me how you reached the 67th level? Each stage of the Divine Ascension Stage has strict requirements for the comprehension and control of the laws. If your control of the laws doesn't reach a certain level, you won't be able to reach it even if your combat power is incredible."
"Laws? I've definitely reached the standard." Lu Wenwu said, "My understanding of the Law of Dreams is 100%, the Law of Fire is 66%, and the Law of Space is 40%. That's enough."
“.”
"I'm sorry, old monk. I'm probably old and my hearing may have been damaged in battle. I didn't hear you clearly just now. Xiao Lu, what's your level of understanding of the law of dreams?"
Monk Jingchen scratched his ears hard and began to wonder if he had become disabled.
Xiao Bao, who had fallen back onto Maomao's back, muttered impatiently, "Old bald donkey, I think you have donkey hair stuffed in your ears. The Dream Law is 100%, a level of comprehension at the Great Perfection level. As long as you fully understand and control it, you're qualified to ascend again. Look at how ignorant you are!"
"Are you two really not colluding to make fun of me? Are you making fun of me?" Monk Jingchen became suspicious.
"Nonsense!" Xiaobao was still impatient.
Lu Wenwu's expression and tone were very serious: "It's absolutely true, senior, I never tell lies."
"Then, can you tell me how you did it?" Jingchen asked stutteringly.
"Yes, of course." Lu Wenwu said cheerfully, "It's nothing serious. I just ate a boss that was the embodiment of the dream laws of a certain world, and that's all. You're knowledgeable and experienced, could you give me some advice? Are there any hidden dangers?"
Hearing this, Jingchen suddenly became calm: "Can I, an old monk, say bad words?"
Lu Wenwu was stunned and asked uncertainly, "Uh, this should violate the three Buddhist precepts of anger, right?"
"Then I, the old monk, have nothing to say, and I don't want to see you now." Jingchen said expressionlessly.
(End of this chapter)
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