MTL - God-level Perspective-Chapter 49 transmission, sitting

  Chapter 49: Chuan Gong, Sitting

  Chapter 63: Chuan Gong, Sitting

This little monk looks really lovable, handsome, with a shaved head, big eyes that seem to be able to talk, fluttering, and now he is staring at Ye Han curiously, maybe it is not enough to watch, he He also stood up and walked to Ye Han's side, touching him, as if he was watching a beloved toy.

  Ye Han was dumbfounded by this little monk's actions, and this little guy took him as a toy baby!

"Donor, it seems that Qingcheng likes you very much. In this way, the old monk will be relieved." At this time, the old monk had opened his eyes, held a string of Buddha beads in his hand, and looked at the two with a smile. Hearing this, Ye Hanchao The old monk looked over and said, "Master, we have never lived together, I wonder why you are looking for me?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Everything is fate, there is a fate to meet a thousand miles away, a donor has come a thousand miles to let you and I meet here, this is fate. Moreover, just now I saw that there was a dragon flying around the temple, it must be The honored guest came to the temple, and when you see it now, it is indeed true, the donor's life is peculiar, and he will not die for a hundred kalpas, and he will definitely become an emperor."

  Ye Han was too lazy to listen to this old monk talking about these useless things, and said directly; "Old monk, I don't have time to play dumb riddles with you, just tell me the purpose of letting me see you. If you don't tell me, then I can leave."

   "Hehe, don't worry, the donor." The old monk smiled lightly, and then said; "I wonder if the donor likes children?"

Ye Han glanced at the little monk who was still standing beside him, and pinched his cheek, causing the little monk to stare at him angrily, looking unhappy. Seeing this, Ye Han smiled happily; "I like it very much. Yes, old monk, is this little guy your disciple?"

"No." The old monk shook his head and said; "Although Qingcheng grew up with me, I didn't teach him anything, now the time has come, the new relationship has come, and the old relationship between me and him is over. , he should leave me too!"

   After finishing speaking, the old monk sighed and then recited "Amitabha".

   Hearing the old monk's words, Ye Han said with a smile; "Old monk, are you willing to let such a cute little guy leave?"

  The old monk sighed again, his eyes were a little complicated, and said, "What the donor said is, but the fate between me and him is over. If he doesn't leave, he will have life worries. Only by following the donor can we resolve it."

"Follow me?" Ye Han immediately laughed and said, "Old monk, don't talk to me about these godly things, I think your temple is quite broken, it can't be this little bald head that is you Your illegitimate child, you can't support yourself now, so let me support it for you?"

"Amitabha." The old monk gave a wry smile; "The donor is joking, I have never married, I have never married, why did I have children? The reason why Lao Na wanted Qingcheng to follow the donor is because the donor's life is peculiar, and the donor's body is very different. With the power to fight against Qingcheng, only this kind of power can keep her safe and sound, if the donor doesn't believe it, try it and you will know."

The old monk's words were a bit mysterious, but Ye Han still understood it. This little bald head has a power in his body, and the power in his body happens to be the nemesis of the power in the little monk's body. Ye Han took the little monk's palm, The internal energy in the body was instilled in the past and entered the body of the little monk.

Suddenly, the moment Ye Han's internal energy entered the little monk's body, a terrifying force like a vast ocean was quickly released, directly rebounding the internal energy that Ye Han had instilled in the past. For a moment, Ye Han saw that there was a black force in the little monk's dantian. It was a miniature black dragon, which was sleeping at the moment.

   Ye Han was shocked, is that a force? Or is it really a black dragon? Even the power released in deep sleep is extremely terrifying. If the contents of the little bald head are completely released, Ye Han can't imagine how terrifying it will be!

   "Donor, have you ever felt it?" The old monk looked at Ye Han and asked.

   Hearing this, Ye Han turned his head and said with a frown, "Old monk, what is that? It's so terrifying!"

   "That's not the power of human beings!" The old monk sighed; "But the power in the donor body happens to be the nemesis of this thing, and Qingcheng follows you, so I can rest assured."

"Old monk, aren't you kidding me?" Ye Leng laughed; "This little guy has something so terrifying in his body that you even let him follow me, I think you want to kill me, don't you think? Besides, I have no relationship with you. For no reason, why should I promise you?"

"No." The old monk shook his head and said; "Donor, don't you realize that the power in your body is different from other people's? You are not cultivating inner strength, but the martial artist's dream to seek spiritual energy and absorb the power of heaven and earth. The essence is condensed, the old man has traveled all over the world for hundreds of years, and only you have seen such a strange thing."

"Aura?" Ye Han looked confused. From Zhao Hengtian's mouth, Ye Han knew that the martial artist cultivated inner energy from the beginning of the Qi sense realm, and the next realm was the cultivation state, and the cultivation was still inner energy. Only The masters who have opened up the second vein of Rendu, they cultivate true qi, but what does this spiritual qi belong to? Ye Han really didn't know.

"You will understand later." The old monk looked at Ye Han and said; "The power in the donor body comes from the essence of heaven and earth, and it is the nemesis of the power in Qingcheng. As long as you transmit the power in your body when he is sick, he will If the donor is willing to agree, I would like to give you a great blessing."

   "Old monk, why don't you do these things yourself?" Ye Han was a little strange.

"It's not that the old man doesn't do it, but he is already powerless. Over the years, he has suppressed the power in his body for Qingcheng, and has exhausted the old man's infuriating energy. I am afraid that in a few days, it will be my deadline!" Said After finishing, the old monk folded his hands together and recited a passage of scriptures.

   Hearing this, Ye Han had a touch of respect for the old monk, and then said, "I like this little bald head, and I can take care of it for me."

   Hearing the words, the old monk smiled slightly, showing a look of relief; "Old man thanked the benefactor, so I can go with peace of mind."

After he finished speaking, the Buddha beads in the old monk's hand broke automatically, and then saw him grab and wave it out from the air. Ye Han felt that his body was sucked by a powerful force and sat in front of the old monk. , completely unable to resist.

   "Old monk, what are you doing?" Ye Han looked surprised.

I saw the old monk was still smiling, he put his hands on Ye Han's chest, and a wave of power like a frenzy was immediately sent into Ye Han's body; Wei Wentian. Donor, if he has a chance to see an old friend someday, please take me to say that you will live up to your trust without any grief."

   After finishing speaking, the old monk closed his eyes peacefully, and the power in his body was still being continuously pumped towards Ye Han's body.

   "Master, why are you suffering..."

Ye Han felt a pain in his heart. The old monk in front of him was not related to him, but for a promise, he passed on his only remaining power to him when his death was approaching. For him, this was not good fortune, but great Well, but he couldn't repay it, because Ye Han could feel the vitality in the old monk's body was gradually draining, he could only watch like this and couldn't do anything.

As the old monk continued to transmit power, the power in Ye Han's body was growing rapidly after assimilating these foreign powers. In just a few minutes, his strength had been promoted to the mid-level of Qi sense, and this change has not stopped. down.

The bell of the Buddhist gate also rang at this time, one after another, a total of nine sounds, spread all over the top of the mountain, and the nine sounds fell, and the people at the Reclining Buddha had a bad premonition, and then they were. I saw monks kneeling down one by one, kneeling in a certain direction in the backyard of the Reclining Buddha Temple.

   Temple of the Reclining Buddha, the virtuous and respected master has returned to heaven!

   (end of this chapter)