The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1269 The Magical Zen Master Jindeng

At this moment, the surprise in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's heart can hardly be described in words.

He is at the level of a true venerable. Although this level was obtained by eating broccoli from the Heavenly Dao enlightened by Brother Ling, his current strength has indeed reached an extraordinary level.

As far as cultivators on Earth are concerned, his current combat power is only inferior to Immortal Zhenyuan...

However, what surprised him was.

The realm of one's true respect.

Plus the hand speed and explosive power accumulated over more than 2,000 years of being single.

Even with his dominant hand, he couldn't shake the gate of the Kaiguang Temple.

"This Zen master Jin Deng is really extraordinary..."

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal thought to himself.

On the way to Kaiguang Temple, he always had doubts about the identity of the Golden Lamp Master.

After all, there are too many charlatans these days.

And the hypocrites who cheat money and sex in the name of religion are even more rampant.

golden lamp.

A dharma name that I have never heard before.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal didn't think it was a big deal.

However, he now realizes that he was wrong.

And Immortal Grenade-Throwing realized in an instant that the gate of the Kaiguang Temple was probably the test of Zen Master Jindeng for himself.

If I can't push into the temple gate, I'm afraid this business will be in vain.

There was no other way, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had no choice but to get serious.

He took a breath.

The next moment, I saw the light in the palm of Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.

The azure blue pure aura is like a layer of coating, firmly wrapping his palm.

This palm was not casually struck by Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.

Since he was seeking to see a Buddhist Zen master, Grenade-throwing Senior Immortal naturally had to show his own attitude.

The experience he had accumulated from dying everywhere and traveling around the world provided a huge help at this moment.

It is precisely because of this that even though Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal is not a disciple of Buddhism, he can use the experience he has accumulated everywhere to display the unique skills of various sects.

And now, what Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sacrificed.

It is the "Great Mercy and Great Compassion Palm" that he learned from an eminent Shaolin monk.

This is a water-based palm technique, which emphasizes the soft power of moistening things silently, like spring wind turning into rain.

The seemingly soft palm is extremely confusing.

But when it really falls, it can produce explosive power!

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's palm has already achieved great success.

It was only the kind of nourishing power that is compatible with all things emanating from his palm, making the flowers and plants in the nearby mud crevices grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye on the spot.

Even the tree in the temple was affected by the fluctuation of the palm, and the tall branches suddenly grew horizontally, protruding out of the temple.

And just when Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was about to drop his palm.

Inside the temple, Zen Master Jin Deng's voice came again: "Please come in, Zhenjun. If you slap down, I am afraid that the gate of this temple will not be able to be taken."

"yes."

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal bowed at the door and quickly withdrew his palm.

At the same time, he saw that the gate of Kaiguang Temple had been slowly opened.

The scale of this monastery is very small, Grenade-Throwing Master can't see anyone else, there is a copper incense burner in the atrium, facing the Daxiong Hall.

A monk with ring scars on his head, wearing an old cassock, was beating wooden fish inside.

"See Master."

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal did not see the true face of Master Jin Deng.

Just looking at his back from a distance at the threshold, he bent down and bowed, saluting respectfully.

"You don't have to be polite, Zhenjun, let's talk in the hall." Chan Master Jindeng smiled.

Afterwards, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal just stepped into the threshold.

In just a split second, a tremendous pressure overwhelmed him, making it difficult to breathe.

This floor tile...

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal realized that the floor tiles he was stepping on might have also been illuminated by this Golden Lamp Zen Master.

However, although such pressure was fierce, it did not stop Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's pace.

From the gate to the front of the Daxiong Palace, the distance is only 20 meters, which is extremely short but extremely far away.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal did not expect that he would walk so hard.

If the real immortal came here, he might not be able to walk even a single step...

Five minutes later, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal came to the hall.

The pressure dissipated, making him feel as if dozens of mountains had been lifted from his body, and he felt instantly relaxed.

"Have I passed the master's test?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal asked with a wry smile.

The monk in front of him was actually younger than he had imagined, not the grey-haired and beard described in the legend.

This made Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal feel strange.

Doctor Liu Min clearly said that Chan Master Jindeng is very old.

"It can't be called a test, because I have known for a long time that Zhenjun will be able to pass through my courtyard."

The monk knocked on the wooden fish, and said slowly: "The Daxiong Palace is not open to outsiders on weekdays, and those pilgrims only burn incense at the incense burner."

"Pilgrims will not feel pressure when they step here?"

"Their realm is not enough, so they can't detect it. On the contrary, the higher the realm, the harder it is to take a step in the atrium outside the palace."

Zen Master Jindeng smiled: "There are 3,910 floor tiles in this monastery, each of which is the reincarnation of a poor monk."

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's pupils trembled when he heard these words.

A brick is the reincarnation of one life?

In this way, Zen Master Jindeng...how long has he lived?

This made Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't help but think of someone.

To have such an identity...

Could it be the ancestor of the Wang family that Wang Zhen said, the founder of the Heavenly Dao, Wang Daozu?

But these are just speculations in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's mind.

He had previously suspected that Wang Daozu was Wang Ling.

However, Wang Ling denied the matter.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal suppressed the shock in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "Since the master has already expected me to come, then do you know why I came..."

"Of course I know. You were entrusted to spy on me for the sake of a girl's life."

"Please don't blame Master..."

"You don't have to panic, Zhenjun," Chan Master Jindeng smiled, "In my thousand reincarnations, I've been spied on many times, and I'm already used to it. Zhenjun is already the most polite one. Know how to say hello with my Buddhist palm."

"Master praises..."

"The poor monk has been in this consecrated temple for many years. He has consecrated a lot of light for himself and others. He never pays attention to conditions. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. As long as it is within one's ability Everything is as it should be.”

When Zen Master Jin Deng said this, the hand that was beating the wooden fish in his hand paused at this moment: "But this time, the poor monk wants to make a condition..."

"Master, but it doesn't matter."

"I want something from Zhenjun's body."

"What?"

"Eye."

"my eyes?"

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was startled.

"No, it's the one someone gave you."

I owe two more...