C255 He Wasn't Afraid of Beating up Zen Drunk Monk
C255 He Wasn't Afraid of Beating up Zen Drunk Monk
However, Ji Chen had already set a rule that he would limit his cultivation to the Pill Martial Layer 8. He could choose not to accept anyone above the Layer 8, so the monks in Merit Temple had nothing to say.
After all, he was only at the Pill Martial Layer 3. If you exceeded him by too much, you would feel embarrassed, wouldn't you?
Therefore, Ji Chen would face countless challenges every day. He would be challenged when he went to the Scripture Pavilion to read books, when he went to the Ramadan Hall to eat, and when he went to the Scripture Pavilion, he would be challenged.
Even if he took a walk by the lake, he would be blocked by a large group of bare-chested monks!
Ji Chen's attacks were also neat and clean, and there was almost no one who could fight him. He pressed his hammer on the ground, and even fought a Pill Martial Layer 9 monk.
The young man cultivated the Eight-Armed Vajra, and he was able to condense a huge diamond that was ten thousand miles tall. His eight arms were holding eight Devil Subduing Pestle, and they were surrounded by flames. He swung his hammer fiercely at Ji Chen.
Each Devil Subduing Pestle was like a mountain that was about to explode, but Ji Chen didn't have any fear. After the most intense battle with this young man, the Buddhas appeared one after another and were destroyed. Ji Chen's enlightenment was getting deeper and deeper.
In the end, Ji Chen unleashed an extremely powerful force. Almost one of the Buddhist Kingdoms, Mount Meru, appeared. The Buddha howled and destroyed the Eight-Clawed Diamond. Not even a Pill Martial Layer 9 was a match for him. He was sent flying away and was lying on the lake, vomiting blood.
Ji Chen had also suffered some serious injuries, but his recovery ability was too strong. His Ten Aperture Golden Core's recovery ability was amazing. He circulated the Ancient Golden Scripture and absorbed the essence from all directions. He kept absorbing and absorbing, and his entire body was glowing!
Ji Chen's name was becoming more and more famous, and it was becoming more and more popular. This was because over the past few days, over ten thousand Pill Martial monks were defeated by Ji Chen's injuries, and most of them were defeated in a straightforward manner. They were completely convinced of Ji Chen's defeat.
Therefore, the number of people who dared to challenge Ji Chen was getting lesser and lesser. This morning, just as Ji Chen walked out of the Bade Lake, he bumped into a big bald man. This guy looked very young, and he was wearing a yellow monk robe.
"Come, Golden Tyrant Body. You are my fated opponent. Come and fight me!" This young man made a cool pose. "Amitabha!"
"Oh, then let's fight." Ji Chen had been numb to fighting for the past few days. This time, he saw that the young man was a Pill Martial Layer 8. Without thinking much, he threw a punch at the young man.
Currently, his divine ability had reached the acme of perfection. A burning Buddha's fist smashed down, giving people the feeling that Buddha was going to destroy the world and shatter hell.
"Good timing! Look at my boundless dharma, Ksitigarbha King Fist!"
The bald youth was very happy, and his fighting spirit was raging. With a loud bang, he struck out a hell. A mighty Bodhisattva wearing a Pilu hat made a move, and a fist stretched out from the hell.
Ji Chen chuckled, and his fist contained the essence of the Hell Realm. When the two fists collided, the Ksitigarbha Fist collapsed instantly, and was smashed all the way into the hell.
The bald monk let out a miserable cry, and was smashed into the ground by the fist. Only his head was left, and he was still clamoring, "Don't walk so fast. I, Monk Chanzui, am destined to be your enemy for the rest of your life. I will look for you again! "
"What the hell? Gluttonous! Do you want to eat melon seeds, almonds, sugar, and peanuts?"
Ji Chen subconsciously glanced at the chuunibyou monk. "How much does the old monk love you? He actually gave you such a name. This is a sin!"
Ji Chen left in a flash. He didn't take this matter to heart at all. In the afternoon, he listened to an old monk explain Buddhist principles for a long time. Just as he walked out of the palace, a bald figure jumped out.
"I have found a way to counter your attack. Amitabha!" Monk Chanzui's fighting spirit was burning. "Come, let's fight it out again!"
"Come on, you dare to fight me with just you alone?" Ji Chen was disdainful. His fist fell from the sky like a flaming meteor, suppressing all devils with one punch!
"Hehe, I have already said that I have found a way to break it. You are still using this technique. It's my turn to win. Amitabha!"
Monk Chanzui struck out another Tenth Layer 8 Hell. Suddenly, two huge rivers appeared, one black and one yellow. They were the Underworld River and the Yellow Spring. "Water can counter fire. You are finished!"
"Crack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Chen's fist landed on the river. The two rivers were smashed into pieces, and all the water was evaporated. The eighteen layers of hell collapsed, and Monk Chanzui was knocked down to the ground.
Ji Chen didn't want to be annoyed by this guy, so he simply smashed Monk Chanzui's head with his hammer, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered. He rolled on the ground like a mountain, and his whole body was beaten like a rotten pear.
"Impossible, I can't accept it! I already said that water can counter fire, why can't I beat you? Oh, oh, don't slap me in the face. No, don't hit me anywhere! "
Ji Chen did not listen to him. He held him down and gave him a good beating. "Gluttonous monk, be careful! The five elements of Yin and Yang are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. That is the Dao of Dao. You are a monk. Don't you feel guilty using it? "
Chanzui was beaten so badly that he could no longer take human form. He looked at Ji Chen's back with a thoughtful expression. "So that's how it is. Why don't I try using the Frost Hell in the Buddhist Dharma?"
It was night time. Ji Chen was under a big tree with a green lamp under the moonlight. He was reading the Buddhist Happiness Zen Scripture. He was shaking his head happily while the angel with a veil was walking around in front of him.
Suddenly, an ugly monk jumped out, scaring Ji Chen. "Tyrant Body Ji, I won't lose this time. Let's have a showdown. Amitabha!"
"Amitabha, who allowed you to come here? Dog thing, is it a sense of accomplishment to scare me? Wasn't the beating just now too light, giving you too much face? " Ji Chen immediately jumped up.
"Boom!"
The Sanskrit behind Ji Chen soared into the sky. A huge Buddha appeared out of thin air. A fist that was burning with scorching Buddha fire smashed down fiercely at Monk Chanzui. Following a loud explosion, the ground caved in.
"You are finished this time! Icy Hell, extinguish the flames and bury everything! Amitabha!"
Monk Chanzui shook his head arrogantly. A huge cold hell appeared beside him. It was filled with yellow and black ice. The cold wind was bone-chilling, spreading upwards.
"Kacha!"
Ji Chen's fist was so powerful. It didn't have the compassion of Buddha. Instead, it had the majesty and power to rule the world. The ice and fire intertwined to form a hymn.
The stalemate only lasted for a breath before the ice hell exploded. Countless ice mountains, snow mountains, and silver clothes were shattered. Monk Chanzui was knocked down to the ground with one punch.
This time, it was a full quarter of an hour. In the end, Monk Chanzui limped and almost could not walk anymore. He frowned. He really could not understand why he could not win.
From today onwards, even if this monk had eaten Ji Chen, he might jump out in excitement at any time. He would shout a battle to decide the outcome, and then he would rush towards Ji Chen.
One had to admit that this monk was really resistant to beatings. He was also very persistent. He had been beaten by Ji Chen hundreds of times in just a few days, and every time, he would be beaten badly!
If it was anyone else, they would have been crippled in the middle of the fight, and even their whole body would have convulsed when they saw Ji Chen. However, this monk's heart was really firm. He had been defeated repeatedly, and then he had been defeated again and again!
Five days had passed, and Ji Chen was extremely annoyed. He hid in the huge crown of the tree to rest, crossed his legs, and the sunlight shone through the gaps of the leaves on his body. It was mottled with gold, and it felt warm and comfortable.
"Mad Dog Ji, I have already thought of a way to restrain you. Let's fight to the death! Fearless Lion Seal!"
A monk with a swollen face and a swollen face stepped on a tree branch and came over. A Buddhist light appeared beside him. A golden lion appeared and lunged at Ji Chen. The golden light of the lion was as majestic as a prison!
"Damn it! You dare to come here? Do you really think that this young master won't dare to beat you up?"
Ji Chen unleashed the Buddha's fury. At this moment, the entire crown of the tree was illuminated by the Buddha light. The Golden Tyrant Body was like the blazing sun of the Buddha World, illuminating all directions. It was like the legendary ancient Buddha that had been ignited!
"Awoo!"
"Aaaaah!"
Two blood-curdling screams were heard. Then, a rope tied up a monk who had been beaten into a rotten pear fell from the treetop and hung him in the air. He was dancing and struggling, but he could not break free from the shackles.
"You darn baldy, just stay here!"
Ji Chen swaggered away. Before he left, he was still angry. He punched Monk Chanzui in the stomach once again. It was so painful that this bastard was in so much pain that he couldn't bear it anymore. Awoo! He cried out in pain. He was almost curled up into a big shrimp, spurting acid out.
As time passed, Ji Chen's cultivation base became more and more stable. It seemed like he had broken through to the fourth level of the Dan Wu Realm in the past few days. Everything was very harmonious, and he lived very quickly.
The only thing that made Ji Chen unhappy was Monk Chanzui. This guy was just like a rolling knife and sticky candy. No matter how he fought or humiliated him, he was not afraid. He kept pushing forward.
"I say, are you done yet?"
Ji Chen kicked. Chanzui was sent flying like a cannonball. With a cracking sound, a pagoda was smashed and shook violently. He spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Buddha, if I don't enter hell, who will?! As long as I don't win, I won't give up!" Monk Chanzui's eyes lit up. "Tyrant Body Ji, although this poor monk lost two hundred and thirty-nine times, there will always be one time where I will win!"
"Winning your grandpa! How can there be such a thick-skinned trash in this world?"
Ji Chen slammed his palm down. The Tushita Divine Fire gushed out from Chanzui's pores. The flame caused this fellow to run around like a leaking lantern. However, his enthusiasm didn't decrease at all. In fact, his blood was boiling, and his fighting spirit was high!
The sarira glittered brightly, and rays of light shone continuously on the pagoda. Ji Chen left with a dark face, leaving Chanzui in a mess in the Buddhist light. He was going to challenge Ji Chen again!
"The Buddha said that there are all kinds of sacred arts in the sky, the ancient path of glass. It is not false, it is not false, it is not forgotten, it is not bad, there is nothing, it is supreme!"
On the tall platform, an old monk who had a very high status was explaining the Buddhist Dharma. He was talking about the heavenly flowers. Ji Chen was using the profound meaning of Buddha to temper his body. With every Buddhist scripture, his body would ripple with a layer of golden lotus!
A series of Buddhist scriptures were engraved on Ji Chen's bones and merged into his flesh and blood. This required great courage, great perseverance, and great pain. Blood kept spurting out from his body, and his skin cracked like an old tree bark!
Many people turned their heads to look at him, and felt uncomfortable all over. The old monk nodded his head, and his face was full of praise. Ji Chen had been persisting the whole time. He wasn't afraid of suffering, and he had also felt great benefits from it!