The strongest blood upgrade

Chapter 272
Having the root of wisdom is definitely just an excuse, an excuse.

Li Linfeng is very clear that those people in Buddhism are masters who don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles. Of course, there are also those kind of eminent monks who are truly compassionate, but more...

So he sneered disdainfully, waved the flying dragon stick heavily in his hand, and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense to the fat man! Either tell the truth about your reason for coming, or let the fat man beat you up!"

The monk naturally refused to let him beat him up, and it was impossible to truthfully explain his purpose of coming. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, clasped his palms together, bowed and saluted, and said, "Poverty Lingji, I have seen the benefactor I don't know which sect you belong to?"

When Li Linfeng heard the word 'Lingji', he seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, he kept looking at the other party up and down, and ignored Lingji's question.

Seeing this, Lingji couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, but at last he was well-trained in Buddhism, and he didn't get angry. Instead, he asked with a gentle smile, "I don't know why you are looking at the poor monk so much?"

Only then did Li Linfeng react, and asked curiously: "You said your name is Lingji? Well-informed Ling, auspicious Ji?"

Lingji didn't know what he meant, and thought through hundreds of thoughts in a flash, but still couldn't figure it out, so he nodded honestly, "Yes, that's right. I don't know why you Have a question?"

Li Linfeng didn't answer him, but continued to ask: "Do you live in Little Sumeru Mountain, and you have a flying dragon stick in your hand, and a wind-fixing bead bestowed on you by the Buddha?"

"This..." Lingji didn't know if he had met a lunatic, he shook his head and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk never lived on Mount Small Sumeru, nor did he hold the flying dragon staff, nor was he bestowed by the Buddha."

As he spoke, he looked at the copycat Flying Dragon Staff in Li Linfeng's hand, with an obvious puzzled expression.

Li Linfeng was startled, and asked again: "Is it true?"

"Amitabha, Buddhist disciples don't lie, it's true." Faced with this impolite doubt, Lingji took a breath, calmed himself down, and said slowly: "The poor monk worshiped treasures since he was a child. During the 110-100 years, Zongxiu lived in Futu Mountain where Baoxiangzong lived for a full 17 years. Since he was allowed to walk down the mountain by his master [-] years ago, he has traveled all over the world, but he has never heard of Xiaoxu Mishan's name."

Speaking of this, he paused, took a breath and continued: "As for the two treasures mentioned by fellow Taoist just now... the poor monk only has a Garan Zen stick that he made by himself, and a string of treasures from the teacher. Since the door, I have only worn sandalwood rosary beads for blessing day and night, and there is no flying dragon staff and wind-fixing beads that fellow Taoists said."

Hearing these words, Li Linfeng shook his head in disappointment, and then smiled self-consciously—what am I thinking, it just happens to have the same name, even if he has some connection with the Lingji Bodhisattva in "Journey to the West" , that's not all I can know.

So, he asked lazily: "Okay, Monk Lingji..."

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, the poor monk is just a bhikkhu, he has not yet reached the level of a monk, please don't call him wrong." Lingji suddenly interrupted him, explaining: "Among my Buddhist sect, there is only Only those disciples who have reached a certain level of Buddhist teachings and are able to set up a new school on their own can be called monks."

Li Linfeng curled his lips. In his previous life on Earth, he vaguely remembered seeing somewhere on the Internet, saying that ordinary people called Buddhist disciples wrongly, and not everyone can afford to be a monk.

But at that time, he just looked at it casually. After all, religion did not occupy a mainstream position in the country at that time.

Who ever thought that it was useless in the previous life, but it was almost forgotten in this life.

But it's useless even if he still remembers, because he can't judge whether the monk in front of him has reached the level of a monk.

Right now, there is only one thing he can be sure of - this Lingji is stronger than him!

He didn't notice it at the beginning, but when he asked the phrase 'is it true', Lingji's breath was unsteady for a while, and a little bit of breath leaked out, which made him aware of it.

What can make him feel depressed is definitely not the level that can be achieved in the realm of seeing the truth.

In other words, he extremely doubted that the Lingji in front of him should be at least a high-level master, and maybe even a junior real person!

Of course, among Buddhist disciples, they are not called real people, but venerables.

In the level of cultivating immortals, after the establishment of the foundation, there are masters, real people and real emperors in sequence, while Buddhism corresponds to venerables, arhats and bodhisattvas.

This also means that the monk standing in front of him is either Venerable Lingji or Lingji Arhat!

But no matter what it is, he can't afford to mess with it.

Don't look at the level of demon kings of the Yellow Wind Great Sage and the Black Wind Great Sage are theoretically the same as the Venerable Master and Venerable Master, but that's only in theory.

In fact, when a human monk fights against a monster race, except for those monster races who are born with powerful supernatural powers, most of the time they can leapfrog the battle.

The reason is very simple, Yaozu has very few magic weapons in their hands, most of them are just natal magic weapons refined from a certain part of their body, once damaged, their vitality will be greatly injured.

But monks are different. Although the magic weapon in their hands also needs to be sacrificed, the damage will also affect themselves, but the degree is not comparable at all.

Moreover, the body structure of the human race is natural, and the speed of cultivation is much faster than that of the demon race. Otherwise, any demon king would have to practice for hundreds of years to achieve it. As for the Great Sage... that can be calculated in units of ten thousand years!

Putting it on a human monk, this time would be much shorter.

Having said so much, I can sum it up in one sentence: Li Linfeng can't beat Lingji now.

So after being interrupted, Li Linfeng didn't get angry, but nodded kindly, "Okay, okay, then I'll just call you Lingji."

After Lingji heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched even more, and he just wanted to raise his head to the sky and shout: Don't talk about Ji, civilized you and me!
But finally, his self-cultivation was deep enough, and he just suppressed this impulse.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, needless to say, the poor monk came here to take him away, please don't stop him, fellow Taoist, so as not to embarrass the poor monk."

The words are very kind, but the meaning inside is somewhat murderous.

Don't embarrass me, or don't blame me for beating people-the poor monk doesn't want to beat people!
Li Linfeng rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement, "Since Lingji is your favorite, then accept him. I only have one request..."

Having said that, he raised his left index finger and shook it lightly, "I don't want to hear the news that he came out to do harm to the world again!"

(End of this chapter)