All Heavens and Myriad Realms System

Chen Muyang widened his eyes and asked, "Could you be talking about Chen Haomin's version of the new Living Buddha Jigong?"

"That's right, that's it."

Chen Muyang immediately knew what the system said was special. There are immortals and Buddhas in this world. Last time, he was so bold that he made a disaster in the daughter country, which almost ruined the good thing of Buddhism.

As a result, the Zhunti Buddha settled accounts afterwards and annihilated his own body with a single palm. If it weren't for the system's support, he would have ended up in a dire situation.

In this world, Monk Jidian, who was reincarnated from the Dragon Subduing Arhat, is the representative of Buddhism in the world.

Speaking of which, there are many demons and ghosts in this world.

After thinking about it, Chen Muyang decided to take advantage of his current status. He thought of Confucianism and Taoism, the protagonist in it uses talent as the source of power, articles rule the world, and poetry can kill people.

Chen Muyang searched in the system mall, and sure enough, he found a similar power, with awe-inspiring righteousness.

This power is simpler, but just as powerful. And it does more damage to monsters.

Chen Muyang spent 10,000 achievement points in exchange for the cultivation method of Haoran Zhengqi, and another 5,000 achievement points in exchange for a decent body of Haoran Zhengqi.

While studying, Chen Muyang began to practice the sword of grandeur.

The Sword of Grand Virtue is condensed with Grand Virtue, it can be kept in the body on weekdays, and when it is used, it will automatically emerge with a movement of the mind to slay demons and demons.

In the early morning, the sky is bright.

Chen Muyang went out with a basket on his back, which contained a book and a medicine hoe.

Greeting to the villagers along the way, Chen Muyang came to the forest, put down his back basket and took out a book to read aloud, experiencing the wisdom of the sages in the lines.

After reading for a while, Chen Muyang put down the book and began to look around for medicinal materials, and after picking them, they sent them to the pharmacy in the county town for sale.

A few months passed in a trance, and it was July 20th.

Chen Muyang dressed up, carried the bookcase on his back, and set off for the Gongyuan to participate in the upcoming autumn festival held there.

Along the way, you can see many students. If the family is good, take a carriage. Those who are not good at riding horses are also served by book boys. The last one is Chen Muyang.

Chen Muyang was dressed in white, with clear eyes and a refined demeanor. He didn't care about those contemptuous or contemptuous gazes looking at him, and his expression was calm.

After a day of traveling, at dusk, without a village in front of him or a shop in his back, Chen Muyang's consciousness swept away, and he found a deserted temple in the woods two miles away.

Passing through the dilapidated temple gate, I saw a carriage parked in the courtyard with three horses tied to it.

The temple is not big, with a Buddhist hall, two side halls, and the back is the living place for the monks. There are houses, kitchens and huts, all of which are dilapidated and unusable.

On the other hand, the Buddhist hall and the two side halls, although dilapidated, are solidly built, and they are safe from the wind and rain.

Walking into the Buddhist hall, the inside was clearly divided into two gangs.

A group of people was headed by a young man in luxurious clothes, and there were actually two maids serving him beside him, who should be the owner of the carriage.

Although the clothes of the other three people were not as luxurious as his, they were all silk clothes, obviously from a good family background, and there was a book boy standing next to them.

Another group of people, although it is said to be a group of people, actually have no communication with each other. Some were gnawing hard steamed buns, making Chen Muyang subconsciously think of Ning Caichen.

Chen Muyang came to a corner, put down the bookcase, and pulled out a hatchet from it!

This is the murder weapon!

Two men with long knives hanging from their waists stood up from the shadow behind the young man in Huayi, looking at Chen Muyang vigilantly.

Chen Muyang ignored them, went out with a hatchet, and came in with a bundle of dry firewood not long after. The most amazing thing was that he even carried a pheasant that had been cleaned.

Chen Muyang lit a fire in the corner, and took five bamboo tubes and a gourd from one side of the bookcase.

After smearing the pheasant with salt water, Chen Muyang opened the gourd, dipped some liquid in it with a clean brush and smeared it on the chicken. It was honey!

After painting, the pheasant was put on the fire, and the flames licked the pheasant, and the aroma began to emit.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Chen Muyang opened five more bamboo tubes, which contained four different spices, including single pepper, chili powder and cumin, and aromas made from ground cinnamon, laurel, cloves, allspice and vanilla beans. Spices, and also herb-like spices made from fennel, licorice, thyme, and cumin.

These spices are sprinkled on the grilled chicken, and the richer and more attractive aroma wafts out.

Those two groups were staring at the pheasant in Chen Muyang's hand, but Chen Muyang got up and went outside to pick a few leaves of the banyan tree, washed them and put them on the ground.

Taking off the roast chicken and putting it on the leaves, Chen Muyang took out a paper knife and waved it at the roast chicken.

Everyone saw the flash of the knife, and the roast chicken was divided into dozens of pieces in an instant!

Everyone's pupils suddenly constricted, what a terrifying knife technique.

However, Chen Muyang calmly stuffed the five bamboo tubes back, and ate the grilled chicken with bamboo chopsticks.

Chapter 658 A Demon Visits in the Late Night

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the gravy is rich and delicious.

Chen Muyang took out the book, and read while eating by the light of the campfire.

Traveling through dozens of worlds and possessing a state of mind as high as a fairyland, it is naturally extremely easy for Chen Muyang to memorize books.

But after concealing his cultivation and integrating his righteousness, Chen Muyang's reading is not about memorizing, but about comprehending and comprehending.

For these books, Chen Muyang naturally absorbs the essence, discards the dross, and learns the principles of life in the books, instead of sticking to the meaning between the lines.

Although the study is only a few months, the time is still short, but Chen Muyang has already gained a lot, and has a deep understanding of Haoran Zhengqi.

The book Chen Muyang is reading now is Mencius. The theories of this great sage are thought-provoking and enlightening, but some are also extreme due to various restrictions.

Seeing his appearance, everyone in the temple was a little surprised and curious.

Is this guy a scholar or a knight?

Let’s say he is a scholar, his exquisite knife skills are definitely not something an ordinary scholar can use; let’s say he is a knight, but this guy has a book case on his back, and he can hold a book and read with gusto while eating.

However, no matter what his status is, at least one thing is certain, this guy 993 is definitely a foodie!

Even the handsome young man in the carriage, with the beautiful maidservants and guards is not as particular about his food. The barbecue is not only coated with honey, but even has as many as five kinds of spices!

Moreover, the craftsmanship is really good, and the aroma is so strong that everyone present can feel the gluttons in their stomachs ready to move.

After eating and drinking, Chen Muyang moved away from the fire, spread out a soft mat and laid it on the place where the fire was just now, lying on it, he soon remembered the sound of breathing when he was sleeping.

This man is really a maverick guy.

Just as Mr. Huayi's maid was preparing him for bed, suddenly there was the sound of a pipa.

Everyone couldn't help but be amazed, in the wilderness, in the ruined temple, how could there be someone playing the pipa nearby.