Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 21 Grandmaster
But Fahai seemed to have noticed something and turned his body to the back, leaving only his strong buttocks under his monk's robe to Ai Xuanci.

Then the spell stopped.

It turned out that two passers-by appeared a few dozen meters away. Fahai frowned slightly and looked at the leader.

However, at the moment when he was distracted, a sense of crisis struck him like lightning, covering his vital parts.

Fahai was shocked and angry. He never expected Xuanci to dare to do this, and he had no time to think.

In the moment of 0.012 seconds~
He used all his life's knowledge to control his Qi with his mind, catalyzing the Qi flowing through the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian to the vital points, forming a powerful electromagnetic structural support. He was able to withstand the enormous pressure just at the point where the vital points had deformed but not yet exploded.

As we all know, apart from the transcendental divine consciousness, there are only four fundamental forces in the universe: electromagnetic force, gravity, strong nuclear force, and weak nuclear force.

Apart from gravity, the only forces that ordinary people come into contact with in their daily lives are basically electromagnetic forces.

Things like collision, cutting, burning, various chemical reactions... in essence, all of them only stay at the level of electromagnetic interaction.

A stone can smash an egg only because the electromagnetic force structure between atoms in the former is much more stable than that in the latter. Therefore, under a violent collision, the electromagnetic structure of the former remains unchanged, while the structure of the latter is broken up and deformed.

If for some reason the electromagnetic structure of the egg were suddenly strengthened and became a billion times more stable, it would be able to smash the stone.

Scientific research has shown that as long as a cultivator's spiritual consciousness is strong enough, he can control the four fundamental forces and make the superposition energy undergo wave function collapse or quantum state evolution according to his subjective will.

In short, traditional metaphysics and traditional science have formed seemingly different theoretical systems simply because they have different perspectives on observing the laws of the universe.

"Fuck, it's so hard!" Xuan Ci was shocked by the feeling for a moment.

Fahai flipped his right palm, and a surging wave of hot air erupted, knocking him twenty-eight meters away. After he hit the ground heavily, he rolled over several times uncontrollably.

The pain of having his balls pulled out stimulated Fahai's nerves, and the grip he had just felt shocked him.

Although he was too frightened to test Xuan Ci's strength, based on the explosive power of his first move, he estimated that he was at least comparable to a seventh-grade warrior.

"Without any internal energy training, he only trains his muscles every day, yet he can become a seventh-grade warrior? Impossible. There must be some secret in this guy's body that I can't see through. No wonder the people above take this eccentric so seriously."

To be honest, Fahai really wanted to use his Great Dragon Blast on Xuanci, at least beat him half to death and then drag him back.

But feeling the gazes of two passersby not far away, he suppressed his anger and said to Xuanci who had already climbed up from the ground:
"How dare you show off your skills in front of an expert? Go back and put on your clothes, then go to the temple and pay your respects to the abbot immediately."

Ok?
Xuan Ci was stunned.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. He had already prepared to escape and fight to the death. He thought that even if he couldn't escape, he would try to make as much noise as possible to see if he could attract the guards in the city and make Fahai afraid.

Unexpectedly, Fahai suddenly gave in and gave him the opportunity to go home and change his clothes.

"What's going on? I messed up, but he didn't even get mad. He even let me go home first... Could it be that this bald ass wasn't fully prepared just now, and he's already exploded?"

Xuan Ci looked at Fahai suspiciously, and out of inertia, the first thing he thought of was to take advantage of Fahai's illness and kill him.

But Beaker-GPT reminds:

"No, judging by his previous reaction, his sudden change of attitude is more likely due to the two passersby at 11 o'clock."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ci glanced at the two men and saw that they were just standing there quietly with no intention of doing anything. So he made a prompt decision, turned around and ran towards the Duke's Mansion as fast as possible.

He felt that the only option now was to hide with Yin Kaishan and seek refuge.

As soon as he ran away, two ordinary-looking passers-by approached Fahai.

The leader took out a token in his right hand and said in a cold tone:
"Fahai of the Pure Land Sect, huh?"

"Amitabha. I am Fahai, the poor monk, greeting the Lord God." Fahai clasped his hands and bowed.

"I am the talisman wielder of the Chang'an City God Temple. What just happened?"

"I wanted to call my nephew Xuanci back to the temple, but two snake spirits appeared in the lake. I was forced to take action. I wanted to capture them, but they quickly escaped into the dark cave at the bottom of the lake." Fahai answered, and then said meaningfully:
"If my guess is correct, the water in that lake must be drawn from the Jing River outside the city. This is strange. The Jing River Dragon King controls the eight waters surrounding the city and is heavily guarded. How could such a demonic snake sneak into Chang'an and wreak havoc?"

"We will get to the bottom of this matter."

The Talisman said:

"Fahai, someone reported that you were deliberately suppressing your cultivation and concealing the truth.

"Recently, patrol officers have spotted you repeatedly outside the residences of important court officials, suggesting you may be attempting to interfere with the Tang Dynasty's government.

"I now order you to return to the City God Temple for questioning. If you dare to disobey, you will be killed immediately!"

Fahai thought to himself that this was not good, but he smiled and said, "Please, God, lead the way."

……

In less than a minute, Xuanci ran back to the Duke's Mansion.

Without even having time to put on his clothes, he rushed straight to Yin Kaishan's yard, calling him "Grandpa" loudly.

The servants thought he seemed to have hyperactivity of Yang, and when they thought of Yin Silang who was still bedridden, they dared not say anything, let alone stop him.

The old butler, Uncle Fu, followed him and said, "The Duke left early this morning. Was he ordered by the sage to go to the West Mountain Hunting Ground with Duke Lu to oversee the winter solstice sacrificial activities?"

MD, out of town?
Xuanci thought to himself, this is bad news. Leaving the city at this critical moment would be like giving yourself up for dead. Judging from his previous experience in the struggle at Jinshan Temple, he would probably be caught by Fahai's men as soon as he left the city gates.

Back at the gym, he sat on the tiger-skin-covered armchair, wondering what to do next.
It is certain that Fahai's spies already know that he has returned home and are probably staring at him closely.

At this time, Chen Xiaoke pushed the door open and walked in, saying:

"Gege, the servants in the mansion brought two monks from Hongfu Temple and said they want to see you."

Ah this?

Xuan Ci was startled, his blood coursing faster, and asked, "What do those two people look like?"

The little girl described it.

He heard that the physical features of the two men were obviously inconsistent with Fahai's. He frowned and thought for a while, then stood up and walked out.

There were two monks in the courtyard, one old and one young, wearing ordinary monk robes.

The servant who brought them here said goodbye and left when he saw Xuanci coming out.

The old monk looked at Xuanci with a smile, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, briefly introduced himself, and then went straight to the point, asking Xuanci to pack up and follow them back to the temple.

Before he finished speaking, Xuanci's mind was already ringing with an orange alert. Beaker-GPT's assessment of the two monks was:

The younger one has a cultivation level higher than that of a seventh-rank warrior.

And that old guy is most likely a grandmaster, the ceiling of the martial artist realm.

Because there are also Grandmasters in Jinshan Temple, Beaker estimated the core data of the Grandmasters in this world based on the known situation as a reference:
The clean and jerk weight is 8-10 tons, which is roughly equivalent to a medium-sized excavator.

The acceleration from 1.77 to 102.3 km/h is seconds, and the maximum speed is meters per second. If the huge impact of wind resistance area on the speed limit is ignored, this power is roughly equivalent to that of a hybrid supercar.

A single blow with bare hands can destroy an ordinary reinforced concrete wall 0.5 meters thick.

Relying solely on the protective Qi, he could withstand low-powered pistols and shotguns.

(End of this chapter)