The Heavens Are Unlimited: Starting from One's Martial Arts

Chapter 238 Odd Woman

Can you do this?

The Suffering Divine Monk added: "The holy monk once said that when wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart. With such a state, he can naturally drink wine and eat meat."

Yi Shuihan asked unwillingly: "Since this is the case, every monk can drink and eat meat, so why bother to abide by the rules?"

The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering shook his head and sighed: "Master Yi, you don't know something. What the holy monk said just now, there is a half-sentence behind - if the world learns from me, it will be like falling into the way of a demon!"

"If we recklessly learn from the holy monk, not only will it be difficult to improve the realm of Buddhism, but we may even risk falling into the path of magic."

"God monk, isn't your realm not enough?"

Yi Shuihan, Zhou Buyi, Lan Yingying and the others watched closely the Godly Monk Overcoming Suffering.

As the three great monks, he has great prestige, and he is a master of a generation in the rivers and lakes.

They didn't believe that the Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering would forfeit his identity.

Unexpectedly, the Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering looked up at the sky and sighed, "This old monk is far inferior to a holy monk."

"Boom!"

Everyone sat back on the bench, unable to recover for a long time.

The fake monk who had just been seen by everyone suddenly rose to the status of a holy monk.

Yi Shuihan looked at Lu Ming from the corner of his eyes, and thought, "Who is he, why is there no news about him in the world?"

"Could it be that the Shaolin Temple is really an expert outside the world who can't be hidden in the world, and now the Shaolin Temple is in crisis, so he came out of the mountain?"

The Godly Monk who was crossing the catastrophe chatted with Lu Ming for a few words, then went to the counter to ask the shopkeeper to book a few rooms.

After learning the price of the wing room, the Godly Monk who was crossing the catastrophe was so cash-strapped that he decided to squeeze eight monks into one wing room.

The Shaolin Temple was originally endless. After all, the incense was flourishing, and the sesame oil donated by devout men and women was quite a lot.

It's just that they were robbed twice before and after, and it was a huge expense to repair the Daxiong Hall, Tianwang Hall, mountain gate, mountain steps, and recast the Tathagata Buddha statue.

If there is no order to exterminate Buddha, find a wealthy businessman to raise money for charity, so that you will not be in short supply.

But after Emperor Wen promulgated the order to destroy Buddhism, who would dare to have a relationship with Shaolin Temple?
I'm afraid I feel impatient with my life!
So much so that Shaolin Temple is now clinking poor.

"Shopkeeper, is there enough room?" Lu Ming asked.

"Enough, enough!"

"Other restaurants may be full, but our rooms are definitely enough!"

Lu Ming nodded, reached out and pretended to take the money bag from the sleeve robe, but actually took the money from the system space.

After receiving rewards for 60 years, ask Lu Ming what he has saved the most.

It's not martial arts cheats, it's not pills, it's not many treasures, magical weapons, but... money!

60 years.

360 five days a year, that is, [-] rewards have been received!

Even if the system rewards one tael of silver once, Lu Ming has at least 2 taels of silver.

In fact, the system will naturally not be so deducted.

This made Lu Ming's small treasury as rich as any country in the world!
Lu Ming took out a piece of silver, threw it to the shopkeeper, and said, "Give them a few more rooms, how can eight people squeeze into one room?"

"For the rest of the money, let the chef prepare some vegetarian meals. By the way, the essentials, they are different from poor monks, they don't eat wine."

"Thank you holy monk!"

The Godly Monk of Crossing Ku, the two heads, and eighteen monks bowed to Lu Ming again.

……

Nine Yi Mountain, the underground palace.

The magic altar.

A disciple of the Devil's Cult wearing a black cloak knelt under the dragon chair carved from thousand-year-old ice heart jade, and reported the situation of Qingyou City to the evil emperor Wu Tianqiu.

Evil Emperor Wu Tianqiu sat leaning on the dragon chair, holding his head with one hand and looking thoughtful.

Immediately, Evil Emperor Wu Tianqiu sneered coldly: "A bunch of rabble, let them come!"

"Just take this opportunity to let me drain the true energy and blood of all the masters of the world's sects, and step into the realm of land gods in one fell swoop!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"The evil emperor is unparalleled, ruling the rivers and lakes, for generations to come, and the Demon Cult is immortal!"

"The evil emperor is unparalleled, ruling the rivers and lakes, for generations to come, and the Demon Cult is immortal!"

"The evil emperor is unparalleled, ruling the rivers and lakes, for generations to come, and the Demon Cult is immortal!"

……

In the luxurious and spacious underground palace, the shouts of the Demon Cultists resounded, deafening and echoing endlessly.

At night, Qingyou City.

Lu Ming stood on the roof of the inn with one hand behind his back.

With the other hand spinning the rosary, he overlooked the rolling black silhouettes of the mountains outside the city.

That is Nine Yi Mountain.

The main altar of the Demon Cult hides here!

At the same time, it is also the location of the evil emperor Wu Tianchou.

"Holy Monk, what are you thinking?"

Lan Yingying climbed up the roof and came to Lu Ming's side.

"It's nothing."

Lu Ming withdrew his gaze, glanced at Lan Yingying, and asked with a smile, "What are you doing here?"

Lan Yingying picked up a jar of five-poisoned wine, and replied: "Just now I got into your wing room and found that no one was there. After searching everywhere, I saw you on the roof."

"Get into the poor monk's wing?"

Lu Ming showed a surprised expression.

Lan Yingying smiled generously, and replied quite proudly: "In our Gu clan, the man who looks at the center of the instrument always opens the window of his room at night!"

"..."

After a while, Lu Ming choked out four words: "The folk customs are simple."

Lan Yingying lifted the wine seal, "Gulu", "Gulu" took a few mouthfuls with their heads up, and wiped the corners of their mouths carelessly.

"Here."

She handed the wine jar to Lu Ming, glanced at his side face under the moonlight, and asked bluntly, "How did you think about my girl's proposal during the day?"

Lu Ming took the five-poison wine, turned his wrist, lifted the wine jar upside down, and drank boldly.

The crystal clear hops flowed down Lu Ming's chin, down to his neck, and then wet the skirt of the monk's robe.

"Cheer up, hahaha!"

Lu Ming put down the wine jar, simply sat on the roof, turned his head and asked, "Benefactor Lan, what's your suggestion during the day?"

Lan Yingying clasped her hands in a long skirt that resembled the clothes of the Earth's Miao nationality, and sat beside Lu Ming generously, and said, "It's my proposal to marry you back as Mrs. Yazhai."

Lu Ming couldn't help laughing, and said, "The poor monk is a monk..."

"But you won't stop drinking and sex!"

"That's impossible."

"Can't we discuss it?"

"There is absolutely no room for negotiation."

Lan Yingying took a deep breath, and said with a sweet smile, "Holy Monk, I added highly poisonous seven-step soul powder to the five-poison wine just now. As long as you take seven steps, you will definitely be out of your wits, and the gods can't save them!"

Lu Ming's expression froze, and then he said calmly: "Amitabha, the poor monk has achieved great success and is immune to all poisons."

Lan Yingying added: "I also added golden silkworm poison. As long as I whistle, the golden silkworm larvae will hatch, squirm inside your body, and eat your internal organs."

"By the way, the Golden Silkworm is invulnerable to weapons, water and fire, and ordinary Qi can't do anything to it."

Lu Ming replied blankly: "My Buddha is merciful, the poor monk has already performed the Great Sun Tathagata's magic power, burned the Gu worms to death, and excreted them from the body."

"Presumably a little golden silkworm, no matter how powerful it is, can't resist the true energy of Zhigang Zhiyang."

Lan Yingying got up suddenly, threw Lu Ming down, pretended to be vicious and said: "Don't force me to use force!"

Lu Ming operated his kung fu, released a ray of body-protecting true energy, and bounced Lan Yingying away.

"Like using force against a poor monk, you have to become a land god."

Lan Yingying jumped off the roof, and only the voice came: "I won't give up!"

Lu Ming opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and sighed: "Amitabha, I never thought there would be such a strange woman in the world."

The next day.

There was a rare strong wind in the south, and it rolled across the streets of Qingyou City, blowing the flags in the open space of the city, hunting and rattling.

The open space is extremely vast, and the competition arena was set up yesterday.

The flags of various colors were planted around the arena, with the names of various sects embroidered on them.

For example, "Wudang", "Shaolin", "Famous Sword Villa", "Black Tiger Hall", "Five Poison Sect", "Beggar Gang", "Huashan", "Megatron Escort Bureau" and so on.

When the martial arts conference is held, each faction only needs to stand in line according to the banner of each sect.

Qingyou City in the early morning seemed a little deserted.

As the saying goes, when things are done in the rivers and lakes, ordinary people shy away from them.

Swords have no eyes, ordinary people with ordinary hair want to watch the excitement, but they have to weigh it, and they are not afraid of losing a few lives.

Only restaurants and inns open very early.

The waiter in the shop took off the door panels that had been plugged in one by one.

People from all corners of the country, in groups of three or four, flocked to the street.

Familiar sects will greet each other a few words.

If it is a hostile sect, they will scold each other directly, their swords will be drawn, and they will almost chop each other up.

Fortunately, today is an important day to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance, so no one really went to conflict.

Lu Ming sat cross-legged and practiced the Dawei Tianlong Sutra all night.

When he left the palace, Lu Ming took the jade bottle he had received as a reward from Shaolin Temple, and filled it with a lot of dragon energy, which was enough for cultivation.

Naturally, this jade bottle cannot be the original product in the hands of Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, but it also has a bit of the miraculousness of being able to accept the sea.

The contained dragon energy allowed Lu Ming to practice the Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon Sutra to a minor level.

After washing up, Lu Ming did not forget to receive the reward.

However, receiving rewards in ordinary places, the system rewards obtained are also extremely common.

Like receiving the reward today, the system rewarded Lu Ming with a tael of silver, which is better than nothing.

According to Lu Ming's summed up experience, the more historical sites and historic sites, or the caves and heavens that are known for their feng shui luck, the better the rewards they will receive.

If it's just a sparse and ordinary place, even if you receive a reward, you won't get any good rewards.

"Holy Monk, are you up? The martial arts conference is about to begin..."

A monk shouted from outside the guest room door.

"The poor monk has woken up."

Lu Ming got off the bed and opened the door with both hands.

The monk in apricot-colored monk robe clasped his palms together and said, "The Godly Monk and the two heads have been waiting for a long time. Please come with me, Holy Monk."

Lu Ming followed the monk to the scene of the martial arts conference.

The wind blows the rivers and lakes, and the banners are flying.

From a distance, Lu Ming could see the dark crowd, with different costumes, swords and knives, surrounding the ring.

This is the rivers and lakes.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Lu Ming joined the Godly Monk and others.

Different from other sects, the four famous sects in the world not only have their flags in front, but also have four grandmaster chairs.

Those who can sit on the chair of grand masters are naturally famous masters in the world!

A top spot belongs to the Wudang faction.

Daoist Master Zhang hadn't arrived yet, and his eldest disciple, Daoist Taiwei, sat on it.

A top chair belongs to Mingjian Villa.

However, Yi Shuihan, the eldest brother of Mingjian Villa, did not sit on it. Instead, he left the chair empty, as if waiting for the arrival of a more important person from Mingjian Villa.

A top chair belongs to the gang of beggars.

The leader of the Beggar Clan, Mr. Hong, came and sat on the Grand Master's chair as he deserved.

The last spot naturally belongs to Shaolin Temple!
Just when everyone thought that the top chair in Shaolin Temple would be sat down by one of the three great monks, a young and handsome monk in white, was invited by the monk to take his seat.

That's right, it wasn't the white-robed monk who was arrogant and wanted to sit down, but the suffering monk asked him to sit down.

"The top three monks in Shaolin Temple deserve it. Who is this monk in white?"

"You don't know, the news just came out yesterday that he is a holy monk of Shaolin Temple!"

"Holy monk? Could it be that he can still be above the three great monks..."

The masters of various sects began to discuss quietly in private.

Lu Ming was calm and composed, sitting on the teacher's chair, his eyes swept over the bustling crowd.

Around the arena, all the major sects in the arena gathered.

Here Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon can be said to be a gathering of heroes, and most of the world's heroes have come here.

To be able to sit on the only four top chairs means to stand out from the crowd, to have the prestige of a mighty martial arts master, and to have the strength of a generation of masters.

Because they are all standing, only you... sitting!

This is the status of Jianghu!

"Crash!"

A figure in a green robe, with its sleeves fluttering, jumped over the heads of the crowd.

The visitor was wearing a pair of snow and black cloud shoes, like a dragonfly on water, stepped on the void, came across, and landed on the ring smoothly.

I saw him carrying an ancient sword on his back, he was a fair-faced, rather handsome middle-aged man.

"It's Hero Jiang!"

"He's here too!"

Many people from the rivers and lakes cheered.

Jiang Baihe stroked the beautiful beard of his chin with one hand, raised it and pressed it with the other, and said with a smile: "Everyone here must be familiar with Jiang, and I won't introduce myself much."

"This martial arts conference that started because of extermination of demons, Jiang Mou volunteered to host it."

"Hero Jiang!"

"Hero Jiang!"

"It would be great if you host it!"

The people in the arena below the arena waved their arms in response, which shows that Jiang Baihe's reputation is not low.

With drooping eyebrows and eyes, Lu Ming, who was taking a nap and resting, opened a pair of Buddha eyes, and asked the crossing monk: "Who is Jiang Baihe?"

The Godly Monk who was crossing the catastrophe replied in a low voice: "Jiang Baihe, known as Jiangnan Hero, is a chivalrous hero in the Jiangnan area of ​​Zhongzhou. He is elegant and bold, spends a lot of money, makes friends with heroes from all walks of life, and has a great reputation in the world."

Lu Ming nodded and stopped looking at him.

Hearing the voices of the crowd, Jiang Baihe nodded slightly satisfied.

Scanning the four grand master chairs around the arena, secretly channeling his true energy, he raised his voice and said, "Jiang expected that you all have been looking forward to this martial arts conference for a long time."

"In order to eradicate the increasingly rampant demon sect and eradicate the heinous and unspeakable evil emperor Wu Tianchou, we will select people with both moral and martial arts at the martial arts conference, so that we can lead everyone to attack the demon sect general altar."

Jiang Baihe's voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, so that everyone present could hear it clearly. They felt like a spring breeze and couldn't help but sigh at Jiang Baihe's deep inner strength.

"According to Jiang's informant lurking in the Devil's Sect, the Devil's Sect's main altar is under the Jiuyi Mountain outside Qingyou City."

"The leader, the evil emperor Wu Tianchou, has just made a breakthrough due to his cultivation, and his realm is unstable. This is our great opportunity to eliminate the evil sect and the evil emperor in one fell swoop!"

Jiang Baihe also listed the ten major crimes of the demon sect.

(End of this chapter)