Chapter 1368 Sumi (One More)

Standing in front of the dead monk Zhishan, Chu Li shook his head.

There was a trace of regret in his heart, but more joy.

In the final analysis, Li Ruolan's death was caused by the Zhishan Monk. He has been tempted and suppressed for a long time, and today he finally avenged this revenge. He felt comfortable and inexplicably happy, and Tianxin Jue has improved a little.

Monk Zhishan has a very good understanding, and his thinking is very different from ordinary people. He is a lunatic. If he becomes a top master and overwhelms him, not only will he be unlucky, but everyone around him will also be unlucky.

But he also understands that if he kills Monk Zhishan, he will face crazy revenge from Zhuanlun Temple. Monk Zhishan is the number one master of their youth and the future and pillar of Zhuanlun Temple. They will never give up easily.

Knowing this, he still killed the Zhishan monk. He just felt extremely happy, and living like this is considered chic and happy, and it is not in vain.

He took out two sun and moon wheels from the sleeve of the Zhishan monk, mentioned the Zhishan monk and floated away.

In the evening, when the sun was setting, the afterglow illuminated the solemnity and solemnity of Jiren Temple, amidst the rays of light and the sound of Sanskrit, Chu Li came outside Jiren Temple.

There were so many pilgrims coming and going, they looked at Chu Li curiously.

"Bang!" The body of the Zhishan monk fell in front of the temple gate.

The two Zhike monks at the door knew that they were disciples of Zhuanlun Temple when they saw the bright red monk clothes of the Zhishan monk. When they saw the face of the Zhishan monk, their expressions changed drastically, and they turned their heads and ran into the temple.

A moment later, an old monk in red robes hurried over surrounded by monks in gray clothes.

He went out of the temple gate and came to the Zhishan monk. After seeing his face, he looked serious, bowed his head and paid a tithe: "Namo Amitabha——!"

His voice is calm and solemn, making people feel at ease.

He squatted down and touched Monk Zhishan's wrist, then stood up and looked at Chu Li.

Chu Li said: "Although the Zhishan monk deserves to die, the dead are too big to be exposed in the wild. You should deal with it yourself!"

The old monk fluttered his red robe, and said slowly with a sullen face, "Benefactor Zhao, how ruthless you are!"

Chu Li said indifferently: "No matter how ruthless I am, I am far inferior to the Zhishan Monk. Well, the person has been delivered. As for how you revenge at Zhuanlun Temple, just come here directly. I will wait!"

After that, he turned and left.

"Abbot!" All the monks shouted together, full of anger.

The old monk in red waved his hands and said in a deep voice, "Cremate the best first."

"Yes..." The monks hesitantly glared angrily at Chu Li who was walking away.

Chu Li's move was really arrogant and arrogant. Not only did he not escape after the murder, but he sent it directly to the door. It was really a provocation to the Zhuanlun Temple. Not killing is not enough to maintain the dignity of the Zhuanlun Temple!

Chu Li drifted away with a smile on his face.

Sure enough, the method of refining the mind of Tianxin Jue requires a clear mind, and it has a bit of the shadow of the Tianmo Sutra.

After doing this, he felt that Tianxin Jue has improved a little bit, and if he continues to do this, the tenth level is expected.

After the Tianxin Jue is completed, go to Yinxian Mountain to learn the Dragon Jue, and then find the last few layers of the Linghe Jue, and then find the rest of the mind methods. If you complete them one by one, you will be able to become a god!

He has not been in a hurry to find the Spirit Crane Jue. Without the Yulong Jue, everything is meaningless. No matter how much you practice, it is impossible to become a god.

——

In the early morning of the next day, when he got up and came to the martial arts training ground, he saw a middle-aged monk standing there, with his red monk robe fluttering, looking at him calmly in the morning breeze.

Seeing him appear, the middle-aged monk paid tithes and said calmly: "Namo Amitabha! Donor Zhao, the poor monk Yuankong was ordered to come here to take your life and send you into reincarnation!"

Chu Li looked at this tall and bony middle-aged monk, with a lion's nose and wide mouth, heroic and powerful, especially his hands were extraordinarily large, and when they were closed, they closed together like cattail fans.

Chu Li knew at a glance that his hands had practiced strange skills, which were different from ordinary martial arts.

Chu Li said: "Want to avenge the Zhishan monk?"

Yuankong Heshi said calmly: "The life and death of the disciples of Zhuanlun Temple is an ordinary matter, but the freedom of life and death is all in one's own thought, and you can come and go freely, and others can't interfere. Zhao benefactor killed his nephew Zhishan, so naturally he has to accept it." Punishment, Namo Amitabha..."

Chu Li said with a smile: "Then why bother talking, just do it."

"Namo Amitabha..." Monk Yuankong proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and pushed out his right hand like a cattail leaf fan, the movement was slow.

Chu Li stretched out his palm to meet him.

"Bang!" Chu Li flew straight upside down and crashed into the wall behind him.

Monk Yuankong's palm hit the viscera like a giant hammer, and Chu Li had no time to resolve it. The Ksitigarbha Chakra Sutra failed to work and was severely injured. He had never seen such a domineering palm.

Spiritual energy from all directions surged in to repair the injury, and the Ksitigarbha Chakra was reversed. With the combination of the two, the original serious injury recovered by seven or eight points, with only a slight injury.

Monk Yuankong stepped in front of Chu Li and slapped out another palm.

Embedded in the wall, Chu Li kicked his legs fiercely and shot towards Yuankong, his right palm turned into a big bright fist and punched out.

"Bang!" Chu Li slammed into the wall again, and the wall trembled suddenly, and cracks appeared.

Chu Li spit out a mouthful of blood "Wow", and his chest blew up.

The turbulent spiritual energy and the Ksitigarbha Chakra were running to speed up the repair of the injury. This time, with precautions, the injury was not so serious.

He still couldn't dispel the palm force of Monk Yuankong, and the Ksitigarbha Chakra Sutra seemed to be ineffective in front of this palm force, so he waved both hands together.

Close at hand, the flying knife instantly shot to monk Yuankong's throat.

"Ding ding..." With a clear sound, the two knives were blocked by his fan-like right hand, and they fell to the ground as if hitting an iron stone.

Chu Li frowned and disappeared in a flash, standing ten feet away hummed: "Monk Yuankong, what kind of palm power is this!"

The aura surged in, and the Ksitigarbha Chakra was running, quickly recovering from the injury, trying to restore himself to his peak state.

This kind of palm strength is enough to compete with the Blood Jade Palm.

Monk Yuankong said in a deep voice, "Sumina Palm."

"What a Sumeru Palm, it's powerful." Chu Li shook his head and said, "If Monk Zhishan has practiced such a palm technique, he won't die in my hands!"

Monk Yuankong looked calm, not being provoked by Chu Li, and said slowly: "Practicing this palm requires stupid kung fu, hard work, and hard work. It takes sixty years to achieve a small success. Nephew Zhishan's talent is extremely high and his understanding is extraordinary. But it has nothing to do with this palm."

Chu Li said: "Is there no shortcut?"

Monk Yuankong shook his head: "If there is a shortcut, it is not Sumeru Palm."

"What a muster palm." Chu Li became more and more interested.

His way is different from that of the Zhishan monk.

Practicing martial arts is like walking. Monk Zhishan has good aptitude and high comprehension. The reason why he walks ahead of others is because he took a shortcut.

But Chu Li's aptitude is not that good, his cultivation base is so fast, one has the help of panacea, and because the internal energy flow is twice as fast as ordinary people, so he walks the same way as others, but walks faster Just fast.

If he has the secret book of Sumeru Palm, it doesn't take that long to practice, maybe he can achieve a small success after a few years, and the power will be even more astonishing at that time.

"Is this palm the secret of your Zhuanlun Temple?" Chu Li asked.

Monk Yuankong showed a slight smile: "Why does Benefactor Zhao need to know this, he will eventually enter reincarnation today!"

After saying that, he pushed out another palm.

Chu Li deduced that Xumi Palm needed a process of accumulating strength, otherwise he wouldn't have said so much to himself.