Let you conquer the world of low-level martial arts, what the hell is Journey to the West?

Chapter 333: Buddha's salvation, the broken defense of the Spirit Butterfly Venerable

Song Shuhang was stunned as he watched the two ferocious ghosts suddenly slide to their knees for no apparent reason. This was mainly because he did not see Zhang Tian do anything, make any movements, or perform any so-called Buddhist teachings.

He looked at Zhang Tian with a calm face, and then looked at Yu Rouzi who was working hard in the distance. Only then did he understand what a true master is!

He had previously thought that Yu Rouzi was stupid and easy to deceive, and that she handed over her family's martial arts skills to Zhang Tian just by hearing him open his mouth. Now that he thought about it, it turned out that the clown was actually himself!

Song Shuhang swallowed his saliva and asked curiously, "Boss, how did you do that?"

"Well, I learned a palm technique that falls from the sky."

He subconsciously looked up at the sky.

But there was clearly nothing in the sky.

Zhang Tian smiled without saying anything. That was the Tathagata Palm that he learned from the world of Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons. To be more precise, it was called the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra. It was a spiritual method that did not require any entity and could directly attack the mind.

In the eyes of the two ghost spirits, it was simply a huge and horrifying blow that came from the sky and could directly destroy the world, but from outside, they could not see anything.

Zhang Tian didn't want to expose his identity because of his planet-destroying attack from outer space. After all, they were just two little ghosts. "Okay, I have subdued them. You can pick one yourself."

Physical surrender.

Yu Rouzi's face was full of admiration as she offered with both hands a handful of soul-sealing ice beads that she had brought from home. These were props specially used to seal this kind of ghost spirits. She would have to try several times before she had any hope of success.

Then she saw Song Shuhang use the Palu Ball in his hand. In just a few seconds, he subdued the opponent and put it into his own ball. He made the ghost spirit his subordinate without any complicated operations. She was even more convinced.

"Master! Seniors in the chat group! Please accept me as your disciple. I am willing to join the Happy Buddha Sect and become your loyal believer!"

Yu Rouzi wants to become a disciple.

In her heart, she had already determined that Zhang Tian was an extraordinary senior, even more powerful than her father. At least her father could not take out a portal for teleportation, a machine that allowed pills to be refined by themselves, or a palu ball that could collect ghosts.

But Zhang Tian did not agree.

"There is a lack of fate between you and me. I will accept you as my disciple only when you comprehend the secret. As for what that fate is, you can slowly comprehend it after you go back."

Zhang Tian took Song Shuhang away, leaving behind a girl with clenched fists and boiling blood. "Senior! I will definitely join your Buddhist sect! I will definitely figure it out!"

Song Shuhang was a little confused. "Boss, didn't we agree to get everything out of him? He came to your door and wanted to be your disciple, so why don't you accept him?"

He suddenly felt ashamed.

Song Shuhang, ah, Song Shuhang, how come you have become evil?

Then he heard Zhang Tian chuckle, "I am the Buddha after all, how can I just accept anyone as my disciple? Moreover, there are Yuanren in the Buddha's way. She wants to learn my magical powers without giving me any benefits or tuition? Haha! Maybe in the second half of my life!"

Song Shuhang: Huh? It's not the "yuan" in "fate", but the "yuan" in "money"?

For a moment, he felt like he was a good person again. He felt that the world had become so strange, ghosts appeared, and the scientific worldview collapsed. He never expected that even the Buddha collapsed.

He followed Zhang Tian through the magical door.

The Ghost Lantern Temple, which was bustling just now, was now left with only the passionate girl Yu Rouzi. She kept cheering for him and then left.

Soon the place was empty.

In the silent and dark grove, a tall and handsome man walked out and scratched his head helplessly. He had been nearby all the time. He was not a bad guy, but was following the orders of his master, Venerable Lingdie, to follow his junior sister, Yu Rouzi, to prevent her from being fooled and getting into danger.

He looked at his enthusiastic junior sister and felt that something was wrong. He quickly called his master and said, "Master, the junior sister is not dead. She just had a minor accident."

Sweat was dripping down his forehead. "It seems like Junior Sister is planning to become a nun and study Buddhism with others."

Venerable Lingdie was shocked, "Which bald monk in the Buddhist sect is this? Do you know the opponent's method number?" "I'm too lazy to ask, I don't know."

Venerable Lingdie pondered, "Then did you get the other party's phone number? I want to talk to him personally!"

"I'm too lazy to ask. I don't know."

Venerable Lingdie frowned and asked, "Did you follow them and find the location of their temple?"

"I'm too lazy to follow. I don't know."

Venerable Lingdie felt a little annoyed because he was angry at his extremely lazy disciple. His disciple Liu Jianyi was very talented and had good character, but he had only one shortcoming, which was that he was extremely lazy, the kind that could make people angry to death.

So he could only ask something else, "So what do you know?"

Liu Jianyi said solemnly, "Master, the other party must be a top master!"

"Did he do that to you, or did he touch my baby girl!!"

"nothing."

Venerable Lingdie heard his disciple say seriously, "I have practiced the Turtle Breathing Technique to the highest level. I only need to breathe two or three times a month. But I didn't expect that he is even better than me. I followed him for several days, and not only did I not detect his breathing, I couldn't even hear his heartbeat or pulse! It's amazing!"

Lord Lingdie: ...

He pondered for a long time before he remembered what the Turtle Breathing Technique was. It was an extremely unpopular technique that his apprentice practiced because he was too lazy to breathe. He only needed to breathe two or three times a month.

When I thought of this, my tooth hurt even more!

How can there be masters who are not distinguished by strength? It’s better than this!
Venerable Lingdie: "Is there a possibility that he is dead, not a living person, but a puppet or a corpse or something, so there is no breathing, no heartbeat, no pulse, have you never thought of it?"

"I'm too lazy to think about it. I don't know."

Lord Lingdie: Angry!!!
"Master, long distance calls seem to be quite expensive. I don't have much money left, so I won't talk about it for now."

Venerable Lingdie: "Top up your phone bill!"

"Too lazy to charge, hang up."

Master Lingdie:!!!

On one side, Venerable Lingdie was doubting his life, and on the other side, Song Shuhang was the same. Because of Yu Rouzi's friendship and sponsorship, Zhang Tian got a method of cultivation, and so did he, and embarked on the path of cultivation that he had longed for.

But the beginning is a bit difficult.

The exercises are difficult to understand.

His high school grades were not ideal. His Chinese score in the college entrance examination was only over 100, so he couldn't understand this rather metaphysical stuff.

So Song Shuhang looked at Zhang Tian pitifully, and as Zhang Tian sighed, he borrowed another thing from his friend who loved Dorayaki.

It seems like a learning machine.

Song Shuhang was delighted, but soon began to doubt his life again.

Left Brain: How stupid was I back then? Was I like a pig? That’s why I only scored 580 points in the college entrance examination. For such a simple thing, to get full marks, doesn’t it just require skills? Can’t I get into Tsinghua University or Peking University just by wanting to?

Right brain: Maybe he’s mentally retarded.

Song Shuhang: ...

(End of this chapter)