Nowadays, Chen Zhao has already reached a new level in his understanding of martial arts. With the help of the spiritual energy of this world, he has made further progress. His technique of hitting people from a distance is extremely ingenious, and he can capture dragons.

Once the crane-controlling magic was performed, the three monks suddenly felt as if they were being pressed down by Mount Tai. The three white horses screamed, knelt down on their front legs, and fell to the ground exhausted. However, under the pressure of Chen Zhao's domineering true energy, the three monks could not move at all.

Unable to support themselves, they all fell to the ground.

"First-rate master!"

The leader trembled.

In the entire Miyin Temple, the only one who can practice the Splitting Palm to this point is Master Fuxu. His "Buddha's Light Universal Illumination" is extremely powerful, but it is obvious that the martial arts of these three people are not worthy of this person.

Chen Zhao is so young and has such a level of cultivation. Almost only core disciples of famous sects can have such talent.

"Could he really be a disciple of a famous and upright sect?"

The three of them were extremely surprised and suspicious.

Next, while many village elders were stunned, three high-ranking monks from Miyin Temple obediently kowtowed to the Ni Bodhisattva and the whole village to apologize, with an extremely respectful attitude.

The leader even took out a piece of gold from his arms, which weighed about ten ounces, and respectfully handed it to Xiao Ling'er's hand, and said to him: "They were reckless and rude before, please little girl, please give me more."

Not to mention Xiao Ling'er, even the Clay Bodhisattva couldn't believe it.

He travels all over the country and has a lot of knowledge and experience. He knows that martial arts masters always have a sense of superiority to ordinary people and kill and take away ordinary people's lives. When would he be so respectful? Isn't it because of Chen Zhao?

Only his presence made the three monks of Miyin Temple so respectful!

"Walking chivalry and doing justice, this is the spirit of chivalry. I, Lao Zhang, are nearly sixty years old and have finally met a real hero!" Ni Bodhisattva let out a long sigh and felt that all the depression in his heart was gone.

At this time, three monks came over and said with smiles on their faces: "Master, we have kowtowed and apologized, can we leave now?"

Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes and half-smiled: "Will I let you go after I apologize?"

"ah?"

Suddenly, the three of them were dumbfounded.

For Chen Zhao, when he came to this stormy world, in addition to helping countless people fulfill their obsessions, he also had the idea of ​​​​improving his own strength to a higher level as soon as possible.

In any case, the higher your skill, the greater your ability, right?

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be disrespectful to the high-latitude and highly developed wisdom center?

But the current goal now is to restore cultivation and even advance to a higher level.

When he first came to this world, he was immediately struck by a lightning disaster, causing his true energy to collapse with a lightning strike, and he was seriously injured. Even though in the past two months, Chen Zhao had only recovered half of his body, and it would take at least two or three months to fully recover.

So if there is any panacea, we can refine the supreme medicine and reach the top again.

Miyin Temple has occupied Miyin Mountain for hundreds of years, and it has jurisdiction over a hundred miles. If there is no panacea for hundreds of years of accumulation, it is really unjustifiable.

"Iceberg snow lotus, thousand-year-old ginseng, and dendrobium officinale are all available in our temple. With your heroic power, let us go back and report to Zen Master Buxu. We will definitely offer these herbs with both hands and do not dare to delay." The leading monk called Fang De.

He said with a flattering smile.

A sneer flashed in Chen Zhao's heart. He had been an emperor in many worlds and had all these herbs. They were all placed in the reserve space. He was afraid that taking them out would cover the entire Miyin Temple.

"What do these ordinary herbs count? Are there things like Tianyuan Grass? Bodhi Fruit? Dragon Yuan and the like?

"Tian Yuan Grass? Bodhi Fruit? Dragon Yuan? The hero is joking. What you are talking about are all supreme treasures. Looking at the world, I am afraid that there is no place like this in the imperial palace. How can it be found in other places? Miyin

Although the temple has a long history, it is a small sect after all, so how can it be compared with others? We, our senior brothers, have never even heard of it, let alone seen it in our lives."

Upon hearing the several elixirs reported by Chen Zhao, the faces of the three monks immediately turned green.

"I don't know this or that, so what's the point of asking you to wait?"

Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes, filled with murderous intent.

"Wait a minute, Master Chen, although I have never heard of the Bodhi Fruit, the young monk has heard of the Blood Bodhi. It is said that there is a cave called Lingyun Cave where the Leshan Giant Buddha is located. There is a rare fruit among the branches and leaves inside.

It’s called Blood Bodhi, it’s as bright red as blood, and it’s said to have the effect of curing serious injuries and increasing gong without injury.” said the leading monk Fang De.

After listening to Fang De's description, Chen Zhao frowned slightly and sneered: "There are rumors in the world that water flooded the knees of the Buddha and burned Lingyun Grotto. There is a fire unicorn in Lingyun Grotto. Legend has it that it is the mount of the 'Yan Emperor' Shennong, who spits fire and swallows gold.

Even the best martial arts masters will be wiped out by its astonishing flames. Whenever Leshan floods occur, hundreds of martial arts people have unfortunately died at their claws! Are you trying to trick me into going there now, are you trying to borrow a knife to kill someone?"

"Master Chen, I don't dare..." Fang De's face changed and he shouted hurriedly.

"You dare to play tricks in front of me, damn it!" Chen Zhao smiled coldly and waved away with his palm.

With a "boom", Fang De screamed and flew ten feet away. His whole body exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

The other two monks suddenly trembled all over and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Sir, have mercy on me, my senior brother is just talking nonsense and doesn't care about our business..."

"Hero, be noble and let this young monk go..."

"Go back and tell your abbot and the other monks in Miyin Temple that I, Chen Zhao, act according to my heart. This area will be covered by me. If you want to continue to chirp, you can send people here. I don't mind covering you up.

The hidden temple was razed to the ground.”

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The two monks were so embarrassed that they rolled away and crawled away.

After walking for about ten miles, the youngest Fang Sheng suddenly showed a cruel look on his face:

"Senior brother was killed and Miyin Temple was humiliated. We, the senior brothers, are in a state of disarray. I must avenge this big revenge. Also, the village and the old people in this gang dare to be disrespectful to us. We should go to hell!

"

"Junior brother, we need to consider this matter in the long term and report it to the teacher. A master has appeared within the jurisdiction of Miyin Temple, so we must report it. With Uncle Buxu here, this revenge must be avenged!" The other one is older, Fa.

No. Fang Kang, he is mature and prudent, but there is also a hint of hatred in his eyes.

After the two left, the elders in the village were ecstatic for a while, including the Clay Bodhisattva, but gradually became worried again.

"Chen Daxia, they are all monks from Miyin Temple. You are a martial arts hero, so naturally you are not afraid of them, but I, a small commoner, cannot resist the wrath of those monks."

The Clay Bodhisattva smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry, I won't give up until I completely resolve the matter. This time, I will use Miyin Temple to shock the world!"

Chen Zhao said calmly.

Everyone in the village looked at each other and couldn't help but look hopeful. Several young people saw his majesty and admiration in their hearts.

The next day, several young people came to the door with gifts and begged Chen Zhao to accept them as his disciples. Seeing that they were sincere and truly motivated, Chen Zhao accepted them and taught them without hesitation.

He teaches each disciple in accordance with their aptitude. Under his careful training, these young people can become first-class masters in the world in just three to five years.

Just when Chen Zhao was preparing to carefully train his apprentice, he was in the abbot's Zen room of Miyin Temple.

Present here are Du Kong, the abbot of Miyin Temple, Fu Xu, the top master in the temple, Hai Deng, the master of Luohan Hall, and the two monks Fang Kang and Fang Sheng who escaped with their lives from Chen Zhao.

Fuxu is the head of the Bodhidharma Hall and is in charge of martial arts. Hai Deng is the head of the Luohan Hall and is in charge of some confidential affairs. The two of them are both civil and martial, and are the right-hand men of Abbot Dukong.

Fang Kang and Fang Sheng cleaned up their account of their encounters and added a lot of arrogance and arrogance about Chen Zhao. However, when talking about Chen Zhao's martial arts, they did not dare to make any mistakes and described it in great detail.

"Amitabha, Fang Sheng, Fang Kang, you two should step aside first."

Abbot Dukong listened to what they said and said calmly.

"I will obey the abbot's decree."

The two monks did not dare to say anything more and bowed away.

"Junior brother, you are the number one master in Miyin Temple. In your opinion, how is this weird boy's martial arts?"

The abbot crossed the sky and asked the truth.

Buxu frowned slightly and shook his head slowly: "Brother Abbot, I'm not trying to belittle myself. Judging from the descriptions of Fang Sheng and Fang Kang, this weird young man's martial arts are unfathomable and his internal strength is extremely profound. I'm afraid I'm no match for him."

"Oh?" Dukong was slightly surprised: "How can this weird young man be so powerful? Even his junior brother can't even boast about it?"

Dukong's martial arts is pretty good in Miyin Temple, but since most of his energy is in charge of the temple's work, personnel, money and food, Buddhist scriptures, construction, and food for hundreds or thousands of people, he has much less time to practice martial arts.

, so martial arts is not as good as studying Buddhist scriptures and martial arts, and therefore the judgment of martial arts is much weaker.

Buxu shook his head and said: "I don't dare to deceive my senior brother. This weird young man Chen Zhao first grabbed Huineng ten feet away in the air. The distance and weight of this kind of grabbing object in the air have already shown how deep it is."

He tested the internal strength, and he exerted pressure from afar, causing the three nephews to kneel down involuntarily. This kind of fine control ability is enough to show that this person's use of internal strength has reached an extremely advanced level. These two martial arts disciples

It can be done, but it will never be as easy as this weird boy can do."

"Hiss..." Dukong exclaimed: "Even the top master in our temple can't claim to be as good as him. How can we, Miyin Temple, just watch the monks being bullied by this man and be helpless?"

"Senior brother, the situation is irreversible. Everything is not over yet, and the fate has long since ended. There are just a few villages. There is no oil and water in the first place. There are not many with them, but there is not much without them. Why bother about it? There is that weird young man there.

We can't collect taxes, so we might as well just ignore them for the time being." Buxu advised.
Chapter completed!