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

Chapter 54: Bodhi Patriarch’s friend, the great supernatural power of the three realms?
Perhaps because he felt the crisis nearby, Zhang Tian worked even harder. Not only did he return to his previous life of 137, he even went a step further.

which is:
Go to bed at 1am every day.

Get up at 2:30 in the morning.

Work seven days a week.

If I had such a fierce enthusiasm for studying when I was in high school, although I can't say that I would be able to get into Tsinghua University or Peking University, at least I would be able to scare a lot of my classmates to death. Then, in their eyes as if they had seen a ghost, I would be awarded the title of Super King of Papers and Emperor of Hard Work, and enter the gates of 985 and 211 universities.

Zhang Tian practiced the Eight-Nine Profound Art, so he should have been full of energy. Relying on his youth, he should have been able to go for years without food, water or sleep and not feel tired or die. However, he couldn't do it. He always felt inexplicably sleepy and a little tired.

He first thought it was his own fault, but then he thought again, even Patriarch Bodhi would take a nap, Laozi in the sky would doze off, and the other party's mount, the green bull, would often sleep, so it seemed like a normal thing.

Zhang Tian didn’t understand.

Just know how to be diligent.

So in just one month, he relied on his supernatural powers to accumulate nearly forty years of magic power, and silently recited the Huangting Taoist Scripture thousands of times. Sometimes he had deep insights, sometimes less, but when he put them together, he actually had more than ten years of Taoist practice, which really surprised Zhang Tian.

But in the blink of an eye, he was swallowed up by the bottomless pit of the Eight-Nine Profound Art, without any reaction at all.

Zhang Tian stopped smiling immediately.

Even fell into deep doubt.

That pervert Erlang Shen, how many years of cultivation did he spend to become a saint in the flesh? His comprehension is probably about the same as that of a monkey...

hiss!
If it were me.

Then you have to cultivate it by adding one seven to seven, two sevens to four, three sevens to twenty-one... Anyway, it will take many, many years.

Zhang Tian had no choice but to cheat. He floated down the mountain and sat cross-legged in the Three Star Cave with his fellow brothers, quietly waiting for the appearance of Bodhi Patriarch, the super cheating king in his mind.

As long as the other person is around, he feels particularly at ease, whether it is because of the many spiritual attainments the other person has gained from preaching, or because the other person has an incredible background.

Even if he met a powerful enemy in the future, Zhang Tian believed that he was not without a chance of survival and could just open his mouth to fight back.

"My master is Bodhi Patriarch. He claims to be an unknown person in Fangcun Mountain. He knows a little bit about Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism."

"Later, when I saw the Tathagata Buddha and the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi who came to visit and discuss Taoism, I realized that the master only knew a little bit! It was just that I was stupid and not good enough in learning!"

Master Bodhi.

Zhang Tian raised the corner of his mouth.

Soon, the figure of Bodhi Patriarch appeared in the Sanxing Cave. The other party took a glance and saw that the empty seats were exactly the seats where Senior Brother Chu, the future prince of the Li Kingdom of the Ming Dynasty, and several senior brothers who were lured away by him half a month ago.

If you look at it in order of position.

Senior Brother Chu has not been practicing for a long time. He has been practicing in the mountains for about twelve or thirteen years. Excluding the time spent studying and honing his mind, he has only been practicing for about four or five years.

As for the other brothers, their positions are a little forward. They have stayed in Fangcun Mountain for quite a long time and should have learned some real skills. They have been given a lifespan of three hundred or five hundred years, but have no hope of becoming immortals, so they can only look for another place.

Patriarch Bodhi didn't seem to care too much. He just nodded slightly and continued to preach his own teachings, which seemed to imply that the master leads you to the door, but the practice depends on yourself.

This time, Zhang Tian gained a lot, just because he added hundreds of years of Taoism to the Eight-Nine Profound Art, and obtained countless wonders of the physical body. He understood some of it, and remembered some of it in his heart, but was still confused.

Patriarch Bodhi seemed to know Zhang Tian's progress in cultivation very well. With just a few words, Zhang Tian suddenly realized something. Then he changed the subject, causing the monkeys beside him to clap their hands and cheer. They were so happy that they couldn't sit still and wanted to do somersaults. But when it came to the brothers, it seemed a little dull. They only felt that countless strange visions appeared in front of them. There were fairies scattering petals in the sky, countless golden lotuses appeared on the ground, and springs flowed. It seemed that someone was playing fairy music, which was extremely pleasant to the ears.

After a long time.

Patriarch Bodhi stopped preaching. After a while, the monkey woke up and stared at Patriarch Bodhi. Then, it smiled stupidly, which made Patriarch Bodhi laugh and scold, "You monkey, what are you laughing at? Have you practiced the magical powers I taught you seriously?"

"Fix it, fix it!"

The monkey was very proud, and then he started shaking his head, dancing, and his appearance changed visibly, and he became exactly like Patriarch Bodhi.

Then he jumped to the side of Patriarch Bodhi and sat next to him, which was really bold and presumptuous.

Patriarch Bodhi was not angry. Instead, he stroked his beard with his hand and smiled, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, Zhang Tian woke up from his contemplation, looked up with some excitement, and was stunned on the spot.

Zhang Tian: Alas!

Zhang Tian: No...that’s not right!

He was stunned at first, thinking that he had been meditating for too long and his eyesight was a little blurry, but after thinking about it, he felt something was wrong. His body was so strong that he could beat the Hulk, so how could he have presbyopia?

Then he seemed to realize something and looked at the place where the monkey was, and sure enough, it was empty and no one was there.

Zhang Tian laughed in his heart immediately, you stinky monkey!
He took a closer look, then pointed to the right without hesitation, sneering, "Haha, Monkey, why are your gluteus maximus so exaggerated?"

As soon as these words came out.

The 'Bodhi Patriarch' touched his head and jumped down, pulling his wide clothes with his hands. He kept turning his head back to look, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously. He couldn't figure out the flaw in his transformation, but Zhang Tian saw through it at a glance.

Patriarch Bodhi on the high platform laughed loudly, looked at Zhang Tian with eyes full of praise, and asked carefully, "Wu Jing, I see that your transformation technique of Eight Nine Mysterious Arts has achieved some Samadhi, it seems that you have been working hard recently."

Zhang Tian was delighted and subconsciously became modest, "The Grandmaster praised me for my great accomplishment. I only understand a little bit of it."

He was being modest. After all, he thought that he had accumulated nearly a hundred years of cultivation experience, which was an incredible improvement compared to many of his fellow brothers.

But Patriarch Bodhi looked at Zhang Tian, ​​then looked at the monkey, and then nodded slowly, "You are also a self-aware person, and you really only understand a little bit."

Zhang Tian: …

"I am not good at fighting techniques. Let me think about it and find a good friend in these three realms to teach you a few moves."

Zhang Tian was overjoyed when these words came out, his eyes widened. He didn't believe that Bodhi Patriarch didn't know any fighting skills, but the Patriarch actually spoke and said that he was looking for his good friend to come and teach him...

Good at practicing physical techniques.

Still a friend of the ancestor!
It must be extraordinary.

Which great master in the Three Realms could that be?
Patriarch Bodhi counted with his fingers and pondered for a moment, "There is a big demon causing trouble in the Great Mingli Kingdom. It is quite powerful. Ordinary gods and immortals cannot do anything to it. It is a wicked master. It just so happens that I can find someone to subdue it. It can also stay in this small Fangcun Mountain for a while and give you guidance."

"This person……"

"You call it..."

"Master Wuliang will do!"

(End of this chapter)