Zuichun Tower fell into an eerie silence.
The monk in white stood up from the floor of the boudoir on the second floor and waved away the dust from his robe.
He smiled and said to the stunned beautiful woman.
"Sorry to bother you, girl."
Get out.
Standing in the broken corridor, he stared at the martial artist who punched him away.
He was no more than forty years old, with an unshaven beard and a rough appearance. His homespun top was torn to pieces by Qi, exposing his well-defined muscles.
The monk in white recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and it was like applying gold powder, like an Arhat enjoying the incense.
In Buddhism, there is a protector god who holds a vajra, which can subjugate heretics and defeat evil spirits. He is called a vajra warrior. In addition, it describes the Tathagata's hidden mind of emptiness, mind-less mind, non-mind mind, which does not take in six objects and all dharmas, is solid, immortal, and indestructible, and is called the nature of Vajra.
The ancients used the word "King Kong" to name the fourth level.
The fourth-grade Vajra Realm of Buddhism has unparalleled defensive power in the world. Some eminent monks and powerful monks are permanently stationed in the Vajra Realm, pursuing physical immortality. They only need to achieve spiritual detachment and become immortals on land in one step. It sounds easy to say, but it is extremely difficult to actually do it.
The unshaven man looked at the monk in white and burst out laughing, "They say that Buddhist Vajra can hurt your hands when you hit it. I don't believe in evil, so I only choose Buddhist Vajra to beat. Today, I finally meet a Vajra who can punch me hard." An Arhat."
The monk in white clothes, who seemed to have been coated with a layer of gold powder, landed lightly on the ground, "It turns out that the senior is Jiang Huchen, who broke into the pure land of Buddhism and killed five eminent monks in recent days."
Jiang Huchen sneered: "If you take one punch, you'll take it. Try a few more punches from me!"
With both legs exerting force, he reached the white-robed monk in a breath, and all four punches were struck between the eyebrows.
Even though the monk in white had no flaws in his vajra body, after receiving such a heavy blow, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and his body swayed.
Sit cross-legged on the spot.
Recite Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
"You Buddhist iron bastards have no meaning at all. The Vajra Arhats I beat to pieces are like this. You chant sutras and chant Buddha's name while beating them. It's useless."
"Can chanting sutras kill me?"
Jiang Huchen said with a smile.
Shen Li put on the human skin mask of a young scholar again, changed into a new Confucian shirt and robe, opened the folding fan he grabbed casually with a snap, and chirped.
Jiang Huchen punched the white-robed monk twice more, and suddenly realized that he was much more resistant to beating like this. Two punches only scattered a few strands of Qi, but he was still far away from opening a flaw and shattering the Vajra body.
Hearing Shen Liba's chirping, Jiang Huchen raised his head and said angrily: "Get away, I annoy other people's chirping the most."
"Jiang Huchen, a third-grade martial artist in the Tongque Tower in the Northern Sui Dynasty, is much more courageous than the juniors. He dares to do it here in broad daylight."
Jiang Huchen was instantly happy, "Hey, you know a lot."
"Aren't you afraid of the bald donkey sitting in Kaixi City?"
"The old Buddha of the Liu family bought a stick of incense for me."
"Haha..." Shen Li laughed heartily, "You guys really know how to choose your time. If you don't bear the blame for the Liu family, you will have to bear it."
Jiang Huchen didn't want to waste any more time, nor did he want the monk in white to waste his time.
After taking a detour, we have to go upstairs and capture the boy.
The monk in white clothes suddenly stood up, and his orthodox Buddhist Qi was pouring out. Since he could prevent external evil from invading, he could also subjugate and eliminate demons.
"I look down upon your killing methods."
Jiang Huchen used ruthless methods one after another. He neutralized the monk in white's demon-conquering long fist with three strikes and five strikes. He locked his neck with his arms and tried to break it. He tried several times but failed.
"Too durable."
I have to express this emotion, as if the Vajra Arhat that I beat to pieces before was all made of paper, only this young monk in spotless white clothes is the real Buddhist Vajra Warrior!
Letting go of his neck, he punched away his fists and feet, and then punched the monk in white out of the main entrance of Zui Chun Tower, smashing down the broad street, and then rolled towards the people who couldn't dodge. The monk in white even made the Vajra Body appear. He also forcibly stopped his body to avoid hurting the people. He crawled on the cold brick surface and vomited gold-stained blood.
If there was no need to worry about the first-grade old monk, Jiang Huchen would have to take advantage of the white-clothed monk's opportunity to hurt his origin and beat his vajra body to death.
Do you think your diamond body is spotless and flawless? I’m telling you, it’s not even close to a true flawless Vajra Body.
Without the white-clothed monk entangled in dog-skin plaster, he looked at Shen Li with a ferocious smile, stepped up to the second floor, and walked towards Yuzi Pavilion. If this unidentified young Confucian scholar dares to live and die, he will grant his wish and taste our Northern Sui Dynasty. Takefu's fist.
Shen Li really wanted to take action to stop Jiang Huchen, but he noticed a sudden burst of energy and calmly watched on the sidelines.
The so-called famous doctor that Zui Chun Lou spent a lot of money to hire calmly opened a door and stopped him.
Jiang Huchen looked at the white-haired man, who was already seventy years old, and sneered: "You want to be buried in such a hurry?"
The old man changed his old and decaying aura, his arms were powerful, and the Buddhist energy was as heavy as a mountain.
Approaching Jiang Huchen in an instant, the old man's Demon Subduing Long Fist was extremely sophisticated. He opened and closed it widely, his footwork was exquisite, and his punches went straight to the vital point.
For a moment, even though Jiang Huchen was a third-grade Chaolu realm warrior, he had to be forced downstairs by the old man.
The boxing skills are getting old.
Jiang Huchen let out a low roar, and used his long fist like a spear to break the old man's fist. Without waiting for the old man to defend and counterattack, he hit his head with his elbow. He only heard a loud sound like a bell, which kept reverberating the seven or seventy-eight words that had destroyed the Qi machine. Zui Chun Tower.
If it doesn't happen at once, the old man will lose his mind for a moment.
Come again.
Jiang Huchen grinned ferociously and shouted, "I'll keep my eyes open now to see when you will die!"
He grabbed the old man's arms and bumped his head between his eyebrows. When the old man raised his head, he pulled down his arms fiercely, raised his legs, and pushed his knees against his chest and abdomen.
Change tactics.
The fist punched straight into his open chest, and this time, the old man spurted blood.
With the strong vitality of the Buddhist peak Vajra Realm, Jiang Huchen could not withstand a series of attacks.
"Is King Kong Arhat very powerful?"
He punched the old man out of Zuichun Tower one after another. This time, not from the main entrance, but the old man smashed the walls one after another, and was punched by Jiang Huchen in the back street.
He picked up the old man's ankle, whose breathing was intermittent, and threw him at the feet of the white-robed monk who finally regained his breath.
The monk in white squatted down sadly, covering the old man's face with one hand. He straightened up after taking a few breaths, but the old man's breath was no longer present.
This Buddhist peak Vajra disguised as a doctor had the upper hand for a while and was beaten to death by Jiang Huchen.
The monk in white was not given any time to take action. As soon as he stood up straight, Jiang Huchen rushed to the side of the monk, locked the throat of the monk in white, and grabbed the key acupoints with one hand. The domineering Qi of the third-level martial artist instantly suppressed his vajra Qi, and pressed Knocked him down by the neck, punched him in the face with one punch, another punch, and another punch...
When Jiang Huchen looked at the monk in white who had lost his spirit and passed out, he quickly turned around and asked, "Do you want to die?"
Shen Li put his palms together sincerely and said with a smile: "Two Buddhist Vajras, the senior was beaten to death and the other was injured like a chicken. I admire the junior."
Shaking away the blood on his hands, Jiang Huchen didn't take it seriously: "If this young monk's Vajra Body didn't really have a few brushes, he would have died. Or, give me some time and break his Vajra Body into pieces."
"Almost half the stick of incense is gone." Shen Li said softly.
"Oh?" Jiang Huchen stood in the middle of the front hall, looking up at the Confucian-shirted scholar on the second floor, "Why can't I detect Confucian Qi in you?"
Shen Li fell like a kite, "Because I am a swordsman."
"Sword Immortal, you are heresy..." Jiang Huchen sneered, "Stop talking nonsense and show your sword. I'm in a hurry. Sword Immortal's body is fragile. One punch is enough to kill you."
