I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 455: What is it like to have your elders break their rules when you first arrive?

Being asked this by Xiaobao, Lu Wenwu himself felt very confused.

I am such an honest person, I definitely did not lie.

We have really reached level ninety-nine!
It just doesn't match what I knew before.
The experienced monk Jingchen keenly realized that something seemed to be wrong. He raised his left hand and golden Buddha's light suddenly enveloped the few people.

Feeling that a strange spatial force was about to act on his body, Lu Wenwu's internal qi and blood were subconsciously mobilized.

His body was already prepared for a defensive counterattack before his mind could.

It's like a sharp blade.

As soon as the enemy took a step forward, it was unsheathed, ready to drink blood.

The power increased too much at once, and some powerful new abilities that had just been born had not yet been adapted. Even Lu Wenwu found it difficult to control his power at this moment.

At this moment, the golden Buddha light had not yet completely enveloped the surroundings, and the tremendous power leaking out from the edge made the onlookers who were close by shiver unconsciously.

That feeling is like facing a wild beast or a demon in a dungeon, which is terrifying.

Even many gods had their faces suddenly changed, and they quickly retreated to the back, running away without looking back.

They felt the threat of death from Lu Wenwu.

Past experience reminded them that staying next to a terrifying being that had slaughtered countless lives would generally not lead to good things.

The best option is to stay as far away as possible.

after all
This upper realm is not where only the stereotypical righteous practitioners can ascend.

The same can be said of the great demon that can slaughter an entire world at will!

Curiosity not only kills the cat, but also kills people.

Shrouded in the heavy Buddha's light, Lu Wenwu consciously restrained the pressure he exuded and looked at Xiaobao.

"This is the bald monk Jingchen, an elder who was good friends with the old man back then. Most of the information I know about the upper realm was given by him. You can trust him." Xiaobao said in a deep voice.

"Junior Lu Wenwu greets Senior Jingchen."

After hearing what Xiaobao said, Lu Wenwu immediately let down his guard and bowed with a smile.

"I have heard of your name for a long time. Xiao Lan has mentioned it to me many times. Now that I see you, I am really frightened!" Monk Jingchen looked Lu Wenwu up and down as if he were a monster.

Lu Wenwu's face froze, and he asked tentatively, "If I heard correctly, what you just said was 'frightened'?"

"That's not good. It must be a shock. All the people present were frightened by you."

When Monk Jingchen smiled, all the scars on his face were trembling, which looked quite creepy.

"This is not a place to talk. You have no place to go since you are new here. Come sit in the Buddhist kingdom opened up by this old monk. The information that can be transmitted through cross-border communication is limited. Xiaolan must listen carefully."

"Tsk, just listen to me, I want to sleep."

Xiaobao didn't take it seriously. He turned over and faced his butt towards Monk Jingchen.

"Really."

Monk Jingchen seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing and once again enveloped everyone with the Buddha's light.

But the expression on his face didn't look very good.

He is just like an old father who finds that his precious daughter has entered a rebellious period but is helpless and reluctant to control her. He simply spoils his child.

Lu Wenwu believed that he had absolutely reasonable suspicion and had sufficient evidence.

The old monk Yuantong who had given him a mythical inscription in the Endless Abyss was also like this, and the same expression was as if they were carved from the same mold.

Compared to Lu Wenwu's cold and aloof Dragon Mansion, where only mechanical puppets are responsible for raising cattle and sheep and growing crops, the small Buddhist world opened up by Monk Jingchen looks extremely majestic.

Between the towering mountains, there are clusters of Buddha statues, pagodas and temples.

Countless Buddhas and monks chanted scriptures in unison, and the whole world was filled with a strange, colorful Buddha light, which made people feel peaceful - the same went for cats. Xiaobao slept more soundly listening to the white noise on the scene.

If this place were taken to the lower realm to cosplay places like Mount Xumi and Leiyin Temple, ordinary practitioners probably wouldn't be able to find anything wrong with it.

When we arrived at a Zen room, a novice monk had already brewed three cups of the finest tea. Just smelling it made us feel refreshed, as if we could gain some enlightenment at any time.

"Find a cushion and sit by yourself. We are all family, so just treat it like your own home. Tea made from the leaves of the precious Bodhi tree is a specialty of this old monk."

Monk Jingchen stretched out his hand and pointed, and two cups of tea floated over.

A cup of juice made from some unknown fruit suddenly appeared in front of Xiaobao.

Lu Wenwu took a sneak peek and said nothing.

If possible, he and Maomao actually wanted to drink juice too.

Something like tea.
A rough man like him really can't get used to drinking this, it's just like a cow chewing a peony.

However, Monk Jingchen noticed the momentary hesitation of the man and the dog, and he laughed and pointed again, replacing the tea with two cups of juice, the same as Xiaobao's, and placed them in front of them.

Lu Wenwu smiled embarrassedly, picked up the cup and drank it down in one gulp.

A refreshing and rich fragrance exploded between his lips and teeth, making his eyes light up.

Along with that unforgettable wonderful taste, there was also a gentle warm force flowing through every limb and bone, quietly soothing Lu Wenwu's mental fatigue caused by forcing his way through the ninety-nine steps of the God-ascending Stairway.

It's like lying on the soft grass on a spring afternoon, basking in the warm and gentle sunshine and falling asleep quietly.

All the previous fatigue was swept away!

I don't know when Xiaobao fell off Maomao's back, and he and Maomao were squatting on the low table, drinking happily from a cup each.

Lu Wenwu has already begun analyzing how this glass of juice is made, and is preparing to replicate it with his favorite iced blueberry juice, in an effort to come up with a new special blend.

Monk Jingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Although I've heard that you, Xiao Lu, are a top chef, you don't have to start digging up my past, right? If you like it, I'll transplant a forest to you when we leave. It's just pure juice made from the refreshing fruit, boiled with some rock sugar."

"Uh, I'm really sorry, my occupational disease is acting up." Lu Wenwu felt a little embarrassed and reserved.

If someone else were to treat the place as his own home, he would definitely take out the egg-filled pancake and start eating it. The main thing is to be casual.

But at this moment, he was facing a person whom Xiaobao had to call an elder, so no matter how thick-skinned he was, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

We read the Analects!
Learn the way of saints through observation and hearing!

"It's okay, it's okay. We are all family, so relax a little." Monk Jingchen signaled with his eyes while speaking, "Look, that little thing was not polite to me, an old monk."

Lu Wenwu turned around and saw that Xiaobao had already started scratching the exquisite futon as a cat scratching board.

A good cushion was scratched into a ball of wool.

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Lu Wenwu was silent for a moment, but he still didn't act too casually. He just quietly took out his most proud egg-filled pancake and invited the old monk Jingchen to taste it.

Sure enough, although this trick is a bit old, it is still very popular.

Monk Jingchen was astonished after tasting the dish. While he praised it highly, it also greatly narrowed the distance between the two parties, eliminating the barriers and restraints that had arisen from their initial acquaintance.

In this way, both sides finally got to the point.

For example, why did Monk Jingchen describe what Lu Wenwu did as frightening?

The reason is Lu Wenwu's incredible repair ability.

Regenerating severed limbs is not a difficult task for a powerful person with a high level of cultivation.

Some elixirs, natural treasures, even talents or skills, etc., have this ability.

However, unless precious treasures are used, it will take a considerable amount of time to nurture and temper the newly born limbs in order for them to be as strong and usable as before they were cut off.

Except for some practitioners who follow special paths of cultivation, this point becomes more obvious as one's cultivation level increases.

But, the premise of all this is that one cannot practice physical cultivation.

The famous magical power of rebirth by dripping blood sounds like it is related to physical cultivation, right?
Sorry, this thing really has nothing to do with physical cultivation.

Normal physical practitioners all follow the defensive style, and it is impossible for a situation like Lu Wenwu who lost his arms and brains to be fine.

Physical cultivation: What you cultivate is your own body.

That kind of powerful body that took countless years and consumed a vast amount of natural resources to be tempered, you say you want to grow it back in a short period of time relying solely on spiritual energy?

Dreaming!
A piece of paper torn in two can be glued together with tape, and it will be stronger than the original piece.

If a piece of steel plate is broken into two pieces, do you also use tape to stick them together?

Is that possible?

The body of a strong person who has practiced physical cultivation is an extremely useful material for refining weapons. His dragon-like qi and blood are even more useful as medicine. Even the cultivators of the magic path all say that they are good for their work.

If it were so easy to cultivate back to the normal state, then the physical cultivators would just cut off their own arms and legs and sell them as materials.

Cut one and it will grow back. There is no cost-effective trading card bug and you can get unlimited materials.

If the younger generation holds it, it will be a top-notch weapon, and it can kill enemies of higher levels.

If it doesn't work, you can ask your younger brother to help you and open up a new market. Ahem!

Obviously, this is not feasible.

Except for Lu Wenwu, all the powerful body cultivators known to Monk Jingchen would need to spend an incalculable amount of energy and financial resources to grow a broken finger by itself, which is extremely difficult.

As long as it can be grafted back, I will never choose to grow it again.

Relying on the powerful defense of the body and defeating the opponent without getting hurt is the real way to open the path of body training.

You can only choose one between an incredible recovery ability and an incredible body.

Those who master magical powers like rebirth by dripping blood are all glass cannons whose combat power is not attached to their bodies.

People like Lu Wenwu, who have incredible physical defense and recovery abilities, are simply scorpion poop - unique.

This was something that Monk Jingchen had never heard of before.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed such a ridiculous thing.

When he learned that Lu Wenwu only needed to consume his own physical strength to repair injuries of this level, Monk Jingchen's expression gradually became distorted.

Even with the Buddhist heart he had cultivated over so many years, he still found it difficult to remain calm and almost became angry and swore.

What the hell.
Deplete power?
What’s the difference between this and no cost!
This is not scientific at all, and it is not cultivation!

Now Monk Jingchen finally understood why Xiaobao, as the successor of the White Tiger Lord, such a proud cat, was willing to praise Lu Wenwu's talent as the best in the world.

A strong man who has mastered the power of rebirth by dripping blood. He can fight and carry heavy loads, and his recovery ability is incredible. His physical strength is almost endless.

As long as you don't crush him in terms of combat power, you will be exhausted to death by him in the end.

This is simply outrageous!

If he is not the best in the world, who else is?
After listening to Monk Jingchen's explanation, Lu Wenwu thought about it and felt that his ability to reach the top might be related to his incredible recovery ability.

So he raised his doubts.

Monk Jingchen was confused.

He rubbed his shiny bald head hard, causing it to crackle.

"You mean, you relied on your powerful body and incredible recovery ability to walk directly to the 99th level of the Long Stairway to Godliness, and then held on until your recovery ability could no longer keep up, and then you came out?" Monk Jingchen suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing.

"Yes, that's why I answered like that when Xiaobao asked me before." Lu Wenwu nodded seriously, "But I don't understand why I have crossed the corresponding level on the long steps to godhood, and my understanding of the laws is also in place, but I haven't advanced to the transformation? And I didn't see the ascension channel on the ninety-ninth floor."

"Wait a moment, wait a moment, put those aside for now."

Monk Jingchen felt that his mind was a little unstable and his head was dizzy, so he quickly waved his hands.

“Xiao Lu, can you tell me first how you got to level 67? Each stage of the God-ascending Stage has strict requirements for the comprehension and control of the laws. If you don’t have a certain level of control over the laws, you won’t be able to get there even if you have incredible combat power.”

"Laws? I've definitely met the requirements." Lu Wenwu said, "I have comprehended the Law of Dreams 100%, the Law of Fire 66%, and the Law of Space 40%, which is enough."

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"I'm sorry, old monk. I may be old and my hearing may have been damaged in the battle. I didn't hear you clearly just now. Xiao Lu, what is your level of understanding of the law of dreams?"

Monk Jingchen picked his ears hard and began to wonder if he had become disabled.

Xiao Bao, who was lying on Maomao's back, muttered impatiently, "Old bald donkey, I think you have donkey hair stuffed in your ears. The dream law is 100%, and the level of comprehension of the great perfection level is enough to reach the standard of ascending again as long as you fully understand and control it. Look at your ignorant look!"

"Are you two really not in league with each other to make fun of me? Are you trying to make fun of me?" Monk Jingchen became suspicious.

"Nonsense!" Xiaobao was still impatient.

Lu Wenwu's expression and tone were very serious: "It's absolutely true, senior, I never tell lies."

"Then, can you tell me how you did it?" Jingchen asked with some stuttering.

"Yes, of course." Lu Wenwu was very happy. "It's nothing, I just ate a BOSS that was the embodiment of the dream law in a world, and that's it. You are knowledgeable, can you give me some advice? Is there any hidden danger?"

Hearing this, Jingchen suddenly became calm: "Can I swear, old monk?"

Lu Wenwu was stunned, and asked uncertainly: "Well, this should violate the three precepts of Buddhism, right?"

"Then I, old monk, have nothing to say, and I don't want to see you now." Jingchen said expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)