Simulation of all things: Copper skin and iron bones at the beginning

Immediately afterwards, Wei An squeezed his hand slightly, click, click, click!

The Bodhisattva of Joy came with his whole body shattered and turned into a pool of crystal clear ice.

Killing the first-level peak person and the early second-level player is like playing.

Then, Wei An touched the jade-swallowing toad and immediately took out a gray-white monk's robe and a string of Buddhist beads.

He took off the coat he was wearing, burned it on fire, then put on the gray-white monk's robe, and hung the beads around his neck.

Finally, a fire lit on top of his head and burned all his hair.

In an instant, Wei An transformed into a bald monk whose robes were specially made by Fahua Temple.

This is not over yet.

Wei An looked around and found a bucket in the room. He poured a basin of wash water into it. Then he took out a medicine bottle and sprinkled some powder into the water.

Gurgling!

In an instant, half the bucket of water was bubbling, quickly becoming turbid, and giving off a very strong smell of swill.

"Well, it's alright."

Wei An was ready, walked out of the room with the bucket, and closed the door.

In the corridor, there are patrolling monks, all of them are powerful, holding sticks and majestic.

Wei An didn't panic at all. Instead of avoiding them, he walked straight over and met them face to face.

However, as soon as the monks smelled the pungent smell of the swill, they hurriedly got out of the way, but no one questioned Wei An or suspected that there was something wrong with Wei An's identity.

"Junior sister, I'm here."

Suddenly, a tall middle-aged monk with a greasy face walked straight towards the door of the Bodhisattva's room with steps that he did not recognize.

He yelled: "I met Zhu Faquan just now. He said he just gave you a pretty boy. Hey hey hey, you can't eat alone and let senior brother have a taste..."

As he spoke, he had already reached the door and reached out to push the door open.

Seeing this, Wei An's eyes flickered, and he immediately put down the bucket and quickly turned back.

There was a squeaking sound.

The door was not bolted in the first place, so the middle-aged monk pushed it open and barged in.

"Junior sister..."

As soon as the middle-aged monk entered the door, he walked to the bedroom with ease.

Then, he froze.

The Bodhisattva of Joy is not on the bed, the quilt is open, and there is a large pool of ice crystal fragments in front of the bed, flesh-colored!

"What is this?" The middle-aged monk blinked, bent down and reached out, picking up the broken ice.

"Oh, it's quite cold."

He couldn't help but shudder, and quickly threw away the broken ice. When he looked at the front and back of his hand, he saw a small patch of frostbite.

Suddenly!

The middle-aged monk seemed to realize something, his face changed, and he held his breath.

He took a few steps back, looked around the entire bedroom, then turned around and ran out.

but!

A big hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and his pupils quickly dilated.

The next moment, the middle-aged monk's throat was strangled!

A terrifying chill instantly ripped apart his body-protecting power and broke into his body.

The Ice Emperor's sword was unparalleled, like a violent ice dragon, overwhelming the middle-aged monk's power that he had cultivated for more than a hundred years, and destroying all the organs and tissues in his body.

The middle-aged monk froze and stood there, dead.

Wei An let go of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

According to his original plan, after killing the Bodhisattva of Joy, he carried the swill bucket to the east wing area and waited for an opportunity to approach Master Zhenru.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes.

A "senior brother" suddenly appeared and disrupted Wei An's rhythm.

"This guy is..."

Wei An searched and quickly found the middle-aged monk's identity token.

"The Dharma name is Yun Xin, and people in the world call him the 'Happy Arhat'. His master is the 'Unborn Dharma King'?!"

Wei An couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He didn't know much about what the Happy Arhat was, but everyone knew about the reputation of the Unborn Dharma King.

Dharma King Wusheng is recognized as the "National Preceptor" by all the countries in the Western Regions. There are twenty-six countries in total who worship him as the National Preceptor at the same time.

He came to Kyushu in the Central Plains three times and challenged the old emperor three times. Although he never won once, he survived.

This alone made him famous all over the world.

"Good guy, I killed the two disciples of Dharma King Wu Sheng in one go."

Wei An sighed, curled his lips, and then looked at the figure of Happy Arhat.

"Shorter than me..."

Wei An pondered for a moment, took out the toolbox from the Jade-Swallowing Toad, then skillfully peeled off the greasy skin of Happy Arhat, made it into a human skin mask, and put it on his face.

Click, click, click!

He used the bone-shrinking technique to adjust his figure, then took off the Happy Arhat's monk's robe and put it on himself, then stood in front of the mirror and took a look.

"Well, pretty much the same."

Wei An had turned into a happy man at this time. He quickly packed up the room, bolted the door, and went out through the window.

Then, he left in a swaggering manner, quickly came to another room, and pushed the door open.

The room was very messy and filled with a foul smell.

This is the room of Happy Arhat.

The bed was very messy. There were women's clothes that were torn. I don't know what happened.

Wei An rummaged around and quickly found the Happy Arhat's gift bag.

Open it up.

A thick secret book comes into view!

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu"

This Buddhist magical skill is famous, and it is said to have thirteen levels of skills. If you master them all, you can theoretically reach the thirteenth level, which is beyond the four realms above the first level!

Of course, this is only theoretical, and no one has ever done it in history.

Let alone the thirteenth level, there are very few people who can practice "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung" to the seventh or eighth level.

As for those who have reached the ninth level, looking at the entire Western Region and the nine states of the Central Plains, there is only one Dharma King Wusheng.

"Well, this trip into the tiger's den was not in vain." Wei An smiled slightly, immediately put the jade-swallowing toad in his body and left the room.

Soon, Wei An left the north wing area unimpeded.

Go all the way east.

In this way, Wei An came and went freely with the help of Happy Arhat's skin, and successfully arrived at the east wing area.

The east wing is relatively large, with twelve attics, each ranging from three to nine floors.

Master Zhenru lives on the sixth floor of Attic No. 9.

Wei An walked through an open passage with high courtyard walls on both sides. After a while, an arched door appeared in front of him.

"Master Lioyuan, please come this way."

Suddenly, two figures came out from another direction.

The one walking on the left has a big belly, a ruddy complexion, and no beard. He is wearing a bright red monk's robe, has slanted eyes, and looks like Maitreya Buddha when he smiles.

The old man next to him is tall and has a gray beard. He is wearing a simple white monk's robe. He holds Buddhist beads in his hand and has a peaceful expression.