Chapter 1268 The Magical Zen Master of Golden Lamp (Thanks to the "Let the Name Float for a Little Longer" Alliance, 0/3)

At this moment, the surprise in the heart of True Lord Throwing Thunder could not be described in words.

He is in the realm of a true master. Although he got to this realm by eating the heavenly broccoli enlightened by your brother, his current strength has indeed reached an otherworldly realm.

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

But what surprised him was.

The realm of one’s own true respect.

In addition, he has the hand speed and explosive power accumulated from being single for more than 2,000 years.

With his dominant hand, he couldn't even move the door of the Kaiguang Temple even half an inch.

"This Zen Master Jindeng is indeed an extraordinary person..."

Lord Throwing Thunder thought secretly in his heart.

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

After all, there are so many charlatans these days.

And the hypocritical believers who defraud money and sex in the name of religion are even more rampant.

Golden lamp.

A Dharma title that I have never heard before.

The Thunder-throwing Lord was not thought to be a big deal.

However, he now realizes that he was wrong.

And Zhenjun Gülei instantly realized that the gate of Kaiguang Temple might be a test for him by Zen Master Jindeng.

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

There was no other way, so Lord Thunder-Throwing Lord had no choice but to look serious.

He took a breath.

The next moment, I saw the light shining brightly in the palm of the Thunder-throwing Lord.

The azure pure spiritual light was like a layer of coating, firmly wrapped in his palm.

This palm was not struck casually by True Lord Throwing Thunder.

Since the person he was seeking to see was a Buddhist Zen master, Grenade-Throwing Lord naturally had to show his own attitude.

The experience he had accumulated from traveling around the world providing a huge help at this moment.

It is precisely because of this that even though Lord Throwing Thunder is not a disciple of Buddhism, he can rely on the experience he has accumulated from all over the world to display the unique skills of various sects.

And now, what the Thunder-throwing Lord has sacrificed.

It was the "Great Compassionate 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 the spring breeze turning into rain.

The seemingly soft palm is very confusing.

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

True Lord Throwing Thunder has already mastered this palm.

The power of nourishment that is friendly to all things emanates from his palm, causing the flowers and plants in the nearby mud cracks to grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

And just when the Thunder-Throwing Lord was about to take action.

In the temple, the voice of Zen Master Jin Deng came again: "Please come in, Zhenjun. With this palm of your hand, I am afraid that I will not be able to take over the door of this temple."

"yes."

The Thunder-Throwing Lord bowed at the door and quickly withdrew his palm.

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

This temple is very small, and there are no other people around. There is a copper incense burner in the atrium, which is directly opposite the Main Hall.

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

"See the Master."

Lord Throwing Thunder did not see the true face of Master Jindeng.

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

"You're welcome, Zhenjun. Let's go into the palace and talk." Zen Master Jindeng smiled.

Then, the Thunder-throwing Lord just stepped onto the threshold.

In just a moment, a huge pressure came over me, making it difficult to breathe.

This floor tile...

Lord Throwing Lei realized that perhaps the floor tiles he was stepping on had also been illuminated by this Golden Deng Zen Master.

However, although such pressure was fierce, it did not stop the Thunder-throwing Lord.

The distance from the door to the main hall is only 20 meters, which is extremely short but extremely far away.

Lord Throwing Thunder did not expect that his journey would be so difficult.

If a true immortal comes here, I'm afraid he won't be able to walk even one step...

Five minutes later, Lord Thunder-Throwing Lord arrived at the main hall.

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

"Have I passed the master's test?" Lord Throwing Thunder asked with a wry smile.

The monk in front of him was actually younger than he thought, and his hair and beard were not all gray as described in the legend.

This made Lord Throwing Thunder feel strange.

Dr. Liu Min clearly said that Zen Master Jindeng was old.

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

The monk knocked on the wooden fish and said slowly: "The Main Hall is not open to outsiders on weekdays. Those pilgrims only burn incense at the incense burner."

“Pilgrims don’t feel pressure when they step here?”

"They are not aware of their lack of realm. On the contrary, the higher the realm, the harder it is to take steps in the atrium outside the palace."

Zen Master Jindeng smiled: "There are 3,910 floor tiles in this temple, and each one represents the reincarnation of a poor monk."

These words made the Thunder-throwing Lord's pupils tremble.

A brick is a reincarnation?

Based on this calculation, how long has this Jindeng Zen Master been alive?

This made Lord Throwing Thunder couldn't help but think of a person.

To have such an identity...

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

However, these are just the speculations in the mind of Lord Throwing Thunder.

He had previously suspected that Wang Daozu was Wang Ling.

However, Wang Ling denied the matter.

Lord Throwing Thunder suppressed the shock in his heart and couldn't help but ask: "Since Master has known for a long time that I am coming, do you know why I am here..."

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

"Master, please don't blame..."

"Zhenjun, there is no need to panic," Zen Master Jindeng smiled: "In my thousands of reincarnations, I have been spied on many times, and I have long been used to it. Zhenjun is already the most polite one. When I opened the door, I was still Know how to use my Buddhist palm skills to say hello."

"Master's praise..."

"The poor monk has been in this consecrated temple for many years. He has blessed a lot of blessings for himself and many others. He has never been particular about conditions. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Monks can save people as long as they can do what they can. 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: "But this time, the poor monk has to make a condition..."

"Master, it doesn't matter."

"I want something from Zhenjun."

"What?"

"Eye."

"my eyes?"

True Lord Throwing Thunder was stunned.

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