Five kinds of medicine in another world

Chu Ying looked down at every move below and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.

Such an ingenious defensive strategy was actually thought out by this young boy in front of him, and in just a split second!

He really has a quick mind and is very clever!

"Haha, Nineteen, do you really think you can stop me with just this move? You really underestimate me."

Chu Ying raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile, but his eyes were full of confidence and provocation.

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hands and an extremely sharp spiritual power rushed out like lightning, bombarding Luo Yong directly.

Faced with the sudden attack, Luo Yong was completely unable to defend himself. He was knocked away in an instant and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hey, you little bald donkey, you're not actually at level six? That's not right, what's wrong with your cultivation fluctuations? Could it be... you're at level four!"

Chu Ying suddenly seemed to have discovered a new world. He stared at the monk in front of him with disbelief. His voice unconsciously became much louder, and he even shouted loudly in an inappropriate manner.

His shout startled everyone around him and they all turned their eyes over to him.

But when they saw Chu Ying's shocked expression, they curiously followed his gaze and looked at the monk called "Master Luo".

At this time, Gu Shijiu was also shocked. He also came forward excitedly and asked in a trembling voice:

"What? Luo Yong, are you really at the fourth level? Master Luo, you... are you really at the fourth level?"

Faced with such extreme reactions from the two, Luo Yong seemed a little confused.

He frowned, rubbed his chest, stood up from the ground with difficulty, and then said slowly with a puzzled tone:

"Amitabha, I have never said that I am at the sixth level. Why are you two donors so surprised?"

"The might just now was clearly of the sixth level, and it was definitely at the peak of the sixth level. Wait, I understand. You actually ate a Bodhi seed! How dare you eat a Bodhi seed?"

Chu Ying suddenly thought of something and asked loudly.

"Amitabha, Mr. Chu is really knowledgeable. He even knows about rare things like Bodhi seeds. Yes, I just ate a Bodhi seed."

Luo Yong was calm and spoke directly to Chu Ying.

"Bodhi Buddha, one grain of Arhat, two grains of Buddha, three grains of the Western Paradise to see the Buddha's weird things, little bald donkey, you still have some skills, you can withstand the first one."

"Because of you, Tiansha almost delayed the evil disaster plan. You really have some skills!"

Chu Ying complained angrily, but there was a hint of respect in his words.

After all, it is admirable that a fourth-rank young monk dares to eat a Bodhi Buddha seed, and he is not facing a life-and-death crisis.

He came to rescue a group of insignificant people and ate a Bodhi seed. I don’t know whether I should admire him or call him stupid!

"Amitabha, the Bodhi seed was born by me, so I dare to eat this second Bodhi seed myself. Why do you have to force me, Mr. Chu?"

Luo Yong clasped his hands together and spoke calmly. His voice was not loud, but it carried a kind of majesty and confidence that could not be ignored.

"You dare to eat the second one? I don't believe it! Little bald donkey, it seems that in the history of your Bodhi Temple, only Bodhi Patriarch has eaten the second one and survived. Although it can instantly improve two levels of cultivation, it also depends on whether one's Buddhist attainments are profound enough. With your current realm, I'm afraid you are far from qualified!"

Donor Chu retorted sarcastically, as if he did not think Luo Yong was really capable of swallowing this second Bodhi seed.

"Do you think I don't understand? Bodhi Buddha, if you take the first pill and nothing happens, it means you have the Buddhist practice of an Arhat. The second pill means you have the Buddhist practice of a Buddha. Do you have the ability to do that?"

Chu Ying said with disdain.

"Monks don't tell lies. Donor Chu, are you sure you want to give it a try?"

Luo Yong's face was still calm, and he asked in a flat tone.

"Hahaha, little bald donkey, even if you eat another Bodhi seed, you will die today. Your decision cannot change your life or death. Oh, no, it can change it. If you eat the Bodhi seed and run away, I won't stop you, hahahaha."

Chu Ying's wild laughter was heard, and Luo Yong quietly took out a grain emitting golden light from his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Donor Chu, do you know what Buddha looks like?"

Luo Yong's momentum rose and he returned to the peak of the sixth level again.

"Oh? Of course I don't know. Do you know?"

Chu Ying was not in a hurry at this time. After all, there was still a long time before dawn, and it would be good to delay the effect of Bodhi Buddha's medicine.

"The Buddha holds a Zen staff in his left hand, a rosary in his right hand, a long sword at his waist, and a gray robe. The Buddha's light shines around him, which is a sign of merit."

Luo Yong said lightly.

"Buddha looks like you? Haha, little monk, you look more like an evil person than I do!"

Chu Ying taunted.

Luo Yong ignored Chu Ying and continued to say calmly:

"The robe looks grey, but it is actually golden. The Buddha cut off his karma and his blood stained the robe, so it is grey."

"Because of the merits and virtues, there is no blood and sin, no fishy smell, and no one in the world will investigate."

After Monk Luo finished speaking, Gu Shijiu beside him suddenly discovered that the cloth robe on Luo Yong was indeed blood-stained gold, with pieces of blood stains piled up infinitely, but there was not the slightest fishy smell, and it was really impossible to tell without a closer look.

Chu Ying in the sky also noticed this, and his originally amused expression suddenly turned serious, and he asked solemnly:

"Monk, I don't think you can go to heaven. Your sins of killing are much more serious than mine. However, you will definitely be a man in hell. Haha, that's incredible!"

"Killing is to protect life, and killing karma is not killing people. Donor Chu, you are obsessed!"

Monk Luo raised the staff in his hand, pointed it at Chu Ying, and spoke with a calm expression.

At this moment, Gu Shijiu suddenly said aloud:

"He has no rules or regulations, but he is a hero with a Zen stick in his hand."

"Demons and evil spirits are all killed, and the blood of the evildoers stains the monk's robes."

"What a great Luo Yong! Master Luo is so mighty!"

Luo Yong smiled when he heard this and said softly:

"Brother Gu really understands me. After this battle, everything will become clear to Brother Gu. Haha, let's fight, Donor Chu."

The smile on Luo Yong's face faded, and murderous intent burst out, overwhelming the sky and the earth. His blood-colored cassock fluttered in the air, and his momentum actually crushed Chu Ying.

"Okay, okay, I want to see to what level this Buddha can elevate you. I want to see how strong you are, little bald donkey!"

Seeing that Luo Yong took the initiative to provoke him, Chu Ying naturally could not lose his momentum. With his seventh-level cultivation, he crushed towards Luo Yong like a wave of the sea.