MTL - Medical Sovereign-Chapter 2558 Unknown old monk

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Although Wuxiang is young, he has a heart of innocence. Stealing the "Yi Jin Jing" did fill his heart with guilt. It also made him have a bit of prejudice against Ding Ning, and even made a decision until he finished the bet. After the appointment, he went to the host to confess his punishment.

Seeing Ding Ning insisted on not accepting the Yi Jin Jing, which had already been obtained, he felt relieved and admired Ding Ning's character.

"Yes, yes, the sea of ​​bitterness is endless. If you are really greedy and shameless, you may not be able to practice even if you get this Yi Jin Jing."

At this moment, an old gratifying voice suddenly sounded in the room, making Ding Ning's hair terrified, and he asked like an enemy: "Who?"

You know, with his strength and spiritual knowledge nowadays, no one can quietly approach him within a hundred meters and make him feel ignorant.

In order to prevent people from eavesdropping, he had deliberately released his spiritual sense to explore the surroundings, but this person was able to hide his spiritual sense in the room. How can this terrifying strength make him not frightened.

Squeak!

The door of the unidentified bedroom opened, and a thin old monk walked out slowly, with a gentle look in his eyes, and his palms joined together to announce the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, don't panic, the old monk is not malicious."

Although the other party does not seem to be malicious, and he seems to be an ordinary person with no cultivation skills, Ding Ning dare not be careless, someone who can hide quietly in the room even his spiritual sense can't find, how? May be an ordinary person?

"Grandpa, why are you?"

At this moment, Wuxiang, but as if he knew an old monk, he exclaimed in shock.

Ding Ning was dumbfounded by him. He thought that the old monk was an old antique born in Tianyin Temple, but from the name Wuxiang, it seems that it is not that way. After all, Wuxiang is a very polite child and it is impossible to see the teacher. The elders do not call him Buddha but his grandfather.

The old monk looked at Wuxiang with a kindly gaze, and smiled slightly: "I've discovered it since the first day you, a little guy, copied the "Yi Jin Jing", so I was very curious about who would make you go against the original intention. At the risk of betraying the teacher, steal the "Yi Jin Jing", the supreme code that is not seen by the monks in the temple."

Ding Ning's eyes condensed, and he immediately inferred that this old monk was indeed an old antique that Tianyin Temple could not hide, but it seemed that Wuxiang didn't know his identity, so he called him grandfather.

The two palms of the incomparable pair are put together, and his face is ashamed and said: "Amitabha, the disciple is guilty, so you should not bet with others, in order to fulfill the bet..."

"It's okay, it's no harm to bet a little, and it's even more important to fulfill the gambling contract."

The old monk was very open-minded and smiled indifferently, which relieved the guilt in Wuxiang's heart.

"Senior don't know how to call it? Do you have any other positions in Tianyin Temple?"

Ding Ning respectfully clasped his fists and bowed, and proactively asked for the crime: "This is something that the kid did not authentically, and it has nothing to do with nothing. Seniors should not blame him. If you want to blame, blame the kid."

"Hehe, Sect Master Ding has been worrying too much. The old monk is just curious about who would be interested in the Yi Jin Jing, which was abandoned by the monks in Tianyin Temple, and didn't want to ask the teacher for sin."

The old monk smiled kindly, and waved his hand indifferently: "The name is just a title, the old monk has long forgotten it, you can call me nameless, as for the position, hehe, the old monk has never served in Tianyin Temple. Any position is just a sweeping monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

An unknown old monk?

The sweeping monk in the Scripture Pavilion?

Are you making a remake of "Dragon Babu"?

Ding Ning secretly

Tucao, but didn't dare to reveal the slightest, although this old monk would certainly not be the nameless sweeping monk described by Jin Lao, but he might be even more terrifying than the sweeping monk in terms of force.

Wuxiang nodded at Ding Ning to confirm the identity of the unknown old monk: "Grandpa does not hold any position in the monastery. Since I can remember, he has cleaned in the Buddhist scripture pavilion. If it weren't for the grandpa's appearance today, I would I don’t know he can martial arts."

Ding Ning nodded clearly, then clasped his fists again and said: "The nameless senior is very elegant and handsome, and does not pursue the wrongs committed by the boy before. The boy thanks senior for his magnanimity."

The old monk laughed dumbly: "You, the little benefactor, is cunning, lest the old monk make trouble for you, and even blocked the old monk's mouth in advance. Unfortunately, you used the wrong place. In other words, I’m just curious, why do you want to get the Yi Jin Jing."

Ding Ning was silent and embarrassed. What can he say? It can’t be said that Su Zhe’s ancestors instructed him to practice "Book of Changes".

Wuxiang also looked at him curiously. In fact, he was also curious about the purpose of Ding Ning’s request for the Yi Jin Jing. You must know that although the Yi Jin Jing was described by novelists as being omnipotent, it was actually The above is just a way to keep fit and relax.

It may be useful to the warriors who are just getting started, but to the cultivators with advanced strength, it has no effect at all.

But Ding Ning didn't think so. Not to mention that Su Zhe would never make such a joke with him. Just because the unknown old monk used a "Supreme Code" to describe the "Yi Jin Jing", he knew it. "It is by no means as simple as most people think.

Seeing the old monk staring at him with piercing eyes, in a posture of swearing to give up without getting an answer, Ding Ning pondered his words, Cai Si Ai said: "The junior is a body refiner."

When the old monk heard this, Ding Ning was relieved secretly. Sure enough, his guess was not wrong. This "Yi Jin Jing" can only have a great effect on the practitioners. Even if other monks get it, Will not see the mystery.

The old monk seemed to have solved the doubts in his heart, and said in admiration: "The benefactor is really a person with deep blessing, and he has obtained the training method of a body refiner. The old monk remembers the last body refiner I saw, and it was my name. Disciple Bodhidharma..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ding Ning felt that his head had barely exploded with a bang, looked at the old monk dumbfounded, and stammered in disbelief: "You... are you always the master of Master Dharma? That one? An unknown...senior who lives in Xiaolinshan."

"Hey, you've heard of the old monk. It's not easy to be young."

The old monk did not deny it, and said somewhat surprised.

Wuxiang was stunned, and blinked his eyes, not knowing what was strange, but the name Bodhidharma felt a bit familiar, as if I had heard of it somewhere? It's just a moment but I can't remember how.

Ding Ning was different. He grew up in the dunya, and he was naturally familiar with the well-known Bodhidharma. What's more, Master Hai told him about the origin of Shaolin Temple before, so he was naturally more thrilled.

What age was Dharma? According to his understanding, he was a figure in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, more than 1,500 years have passed since now.

Don’t think he has seen many characters in myths and legends, but it’s either a journey through, or in a dream, the old monk in front of him is definitely the only one. How can it be possible to say that there is no ups and downs in my heart?

Just kidding, this is the first time that a human old antique who has lived for at least a thousand years has appeared in front of him alive. Who can't be excited after changing it.

What's more, when Bodhidharma worshipped his teacher, the unknown old monk before him

The image of the old monk is already showing people, and there is no way to know how old his true age is.

As for Xi, Athena, Susu, and the Emperor, in the strict sense, they no longer belong to the category of normal human beings. They are standard gods, and they cannot be compared with the old monks in front of them.

Of course, vampire princes and monsters like Millers can't be counted. People are longevity species, not humans, and it is quite normal to live for several thousand years.

"Well, the younger generation was fortunate to have heard the anecdote of Master Bodhidharma's apprenticeship. I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true.

Ding Ning replied very seriously, facing such a legendary character, he felt respect and awe from the heart.

The old monk nodded slightly, as if he didn't care about such things. His focus was only one: "Use your greatest strength to punch me and see."

"what!"

Ding Ning raised his head in amazement and looked at the old monk. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he couldn't help showing a tangled look.

His strongest punch is the combination of nine punches after entering the second personality and three enchanted states. Such a full blow is terrifying to the extent that he himself does not know, but he estimates that even the peak power of the gods It is enough to take a big pot without evasive.

Although the unknown old monk in front of me must be an expert from outside the world, he may not be better than the monk at the peak of God Transformation if I live for a long time. He is always amiable, and there is no harm to him. He is really embarrassed to punch him to death. People.

The old monk seemed to see his hesitation, and the old face showed an encouraging smile: "Don't worry, you can't hurt me. You must use the strongest strength so that I can evaluate your fitness level and consider whether Tell you the real secret of the "Yi Jin Jing"."

The real secret of Yi Jin Jing? No matter it, fight it, anyway, the old monk asked for it, no wonder he himself.

Ding Ning's heart was moved. Don't look at his previous guess that the "Yi Jin Jing" is only suitable for practitioners to practice, but he really doesn't know what secrets it contains.

"Then senior, be careful. My strongest punch can instantly drain the power of every cell of me. I don't know how powerful it is."

Although he decided to punch, Ding Ning kindly reminded him.

The old monk had no sorrow or joy on his face, announced the Buddha's name, and said indifferently: "Don't worry, I know it in my heart."

"Then I will do it."

Ding Ning was not inked, and instantly entered the second personality and three enchanted states. The monstrous coercion permeated, making Wuxiang's face pale, breathing difficulty, chest nausea and nausea, and back again and again in panic. This is Ding Ning deliberately converging his momentum The result of the coercion, otherwise, the coercion alone could instantly crush him into flesh and blood.

The old monk felt Ding Ning's terrifying aura, and there was an unexpected color in his eyes, but he was not afraid. With a wave of his hand, a golden light came out of the body and enveloped the Wuxiang body, which made him feel much better.

"I'm coming."

The superposition of the second personality and the triple enchantment made Ding Ning feel as if he was surrounded by a volcano about to erupt, with an unpleasant impulse, shouted, and instantly threw out ninety-nine eighty-one punches into one punch, to the old The monk banged.

Faced with such a terrifying aura, even the well-conceived old monk did not dare to ignore it, chanting the Buddhist scriptures lightly in his mouth, and the whole body suddenly became a golden light masterpiece, turning into a sacred Buddha, standing still.

Ding Ning felt that the power of every cell in his body was instantly evacuated, like a flood that opened the gate, converged on his fist along his right arm, and vented out with the swing of the fist.