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

Chapter 336: Thousand Miles Sword Driving, This is the Immortal Hero in My Mind
The wandering monk Tongxuan was beaten badly.

He never spoke before and had silently saved 100g of emoticons. For the first time, he did not use emoticons to express his feelings.

But it broke the silence of Zen.

Opening your mouth not only opens your mouth, but also breaks many years of Buddhist practice.

"Oh my god! What kind of Buddha is this! Oh my god, fuck me..."

The wandering monk Tongxuan's defenses were broken. Even though he used all his abilities and magical powers, he was still like a child in front of the golden statue that was more than ten feet tall. If the other party had not had any murderous intentions towards him, he would have gone to the West to see the Buddha long ago.

at this moment.

He deeply understood what Mahavairocana Buddha meant!

The entire Jiuzhou No. 1 chat group was also confused. Almost all the lurkers and non-lurkers were shouting, describing and analyzing this unreasonable thing. However, in the end, a big shot made the final conclusion that this might be some kind of sleight of hand or a puppet or something.

They were talking at once.

The pharmacist decided to go to Jiangnan University Town first, which was where Song Shuhang and Zhang Tian were. He wanted to go and see the so-called founder of the rice cooker alchemy. He was almost driven crazy by the suspicious look of Venerable Lingdie!

Pharmacist: Rice cooker to make elixir? Only a fool would believe that.

Pharmacist: If this is true, I will eat it in front of everyone!
Pharmacist: I’m at the airport, checking my tickets and preparing to board the plane. We’ll know the result tomorrow!
He is full of confidence.

And the other side.

Zhang Tian, ​​who had won the battle, had a calm expression on his face, but there was an annoying fly next to him. Song Shuhang kept chattering like Tang Monk, giving earnest advice.

"Boss, you are an ancient Buddha, a big boss in the legend. You need to behave like a big boss and not just follow those stupid netizens. Look at what you have learned!"

When Song Shuhang thought of Tiga fighting the Buddha, he felt his eyes go dark. He was afraid that one day Zhang Tian would take out a pair of sunglasses and put them on his eyes while chatting with him, and then shout "Zero! Ah! He couldn't look straight anymore!

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, why is the Buddha in front of him still like a child, always so playful...

"Of course. After all, I have only been practicing for 200 years. Of course I am still a child!"

Song Shuhang: Haha.

He is already over 200 years old.

You still have the nerve to act young!
They are all older than my grandfather’s grandfather!

But he was stunned for a moment, and asked in a trembling voice, "Boss, how many years is the life span of the Buddha?"

“There is no lifespan.”

Song Shuhang: Well, you are indeed a child!

He was shed tears and was devastated. It was the first time he realized the cruelty of the world of cultivation. One day, the other party might go into seclusion and the grass on his grave would be very tall.

So Song Shuhang secretly made up his mind. He decided to work hard for thirty years and break through to the third level, catching up with super geniuses like Yu Rouzi and living longer. This was his life dream.

However, Song Shuhang still gave Zhang Tian a small suggestion, "Boss, although the times have changed, as a Buddha, you still can't be too close to the people. You have to maintain a high and mighty feeling. After all, human hearts are ugly, and it's easy for people to lose their sense of awe and morally blackmail you."

"And if other practitioners in the cultivation world saw this, they would probably laugh at you to death! After all, what kind of good practitioner would do anything modern? Absolutely not!"

Zhang Tian had a strange look on his face, but he did not refute. After all, he felt that if Song Shuhang were to see this strange world of cultivation for himself, he would become even crazier than he was.

Hahaha!
So the next day came.

Song Shuhang, who was practicing hard, heard the doorbell ring. He didn't know who came. He opened the door and saw a 1-meter-tall Shamatte with long hair standing up. This kind of explosive hairstyle would definitely make him a patriarch even if he was in a Shamatte family. Not to mention his big smoky eyes, dark panda eyes, which made him look like he would die at any time.

Song Shuhang was shocked and quickly refused, "Shamatte are not allowed to enter! This is not the gathering place of the Zangai family!"

Pharmacist: ...

Pharmacist: "Do I look like a fucking shamatte? I am a fucking educated youth! Do educated people understand?"

Song Shuhang: Haha.

Looking at the other person's funny appearance, he suddenly recalled his junior high school days. He also wanted to be so coquettish and unique. If it weren't for his father holding a whip, he would probably have ended up like the Shamatte in front of him, just as uneducated, instead of being a very good college student like he is now.

He felt a slight sense of superiority, and then he saw the pharmacist rummaging through his pocket and throwing out a certificate.

"Professor of Medicine at Jingcheng University?"

Song Shuhang:!

"Specially appointed postdoctoral supervisor?"

Song Shuhang: ! !
He was stunned, and then he saw the pharmacist pick his nose calmly, "Oh, you are still a college student, you may have to work hard for another ten years before you are qualified to see me."

Song Shuhang broke down in tears.

Please stop talking, old man. I kowtow to you!

Tietie, I just like to create some contrasting characters.

He quickly invited the big boss, the pharmacist, in. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He felt a little restrained for some reason. Although the pharmacist was not a teacher or a professor in his school, he always felt a lot of pressure.

"I heard that you Buddhists have made an electric rice cooker that can be used to make elixirs? Haha! This is simply a scam!"

The pharmacist was extremely confident. Although he knew that the other party was very powerful, he felt that he at least had some level of skill in alchemy. His revised version of the quenching liquid was widely praised. It only took him a few days to refine a furnace of quenching liquid, which was quite excellent.

Then, under the guidance of Song Shuhang, who had a strange look on his face, he saw the fully automatic alchemy furnace. He was so stunned that he almost pounced on it, touching it left and right, with an expression of disbelief.

“Is this a modern alchemy device?”

“Is this really a modified rice cooker?”

“How did you do that?!”

Song Shuhang didn't understand, but he accidentally unlocked a new function. As the pharmacist muttered, the alchemy furnace actually spoke on its own. This alchemy furnace turned out to be equipped with intelligent AI.

The pharmacist was completely defeated.

His eyes were filled with admiration. "A rice cooker can be transformed into a magical alchemy tool, and it even has its own spirit. Where is your Buddha? I want to join the Happy Buddha Sect!"

There are restrictions for joining Happy Buddhism. Believers must hand in their own practice manuals and various secret techniques.

The pharmacist hesitated for a moment, but still agreed, and raised two fingers to the sky. After a while, in front of Song Shuhang's shocked and expectant eyes, a flying sword came flying from the sky, with a small brocade bag hanging on it, which seemed to contain something.

Song Shuhang: Flying a sword for thousands of miles to deliver gifts! This is the fairy hero I remember! It has this flavor!
Then he saw the pharmacist take out a USB drive from the small sachet...

Computer USB drive...

Song Shuhang: Damn modernization!

(End of this chapter)