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Zhao Hao asked, "What did he wish for back then?"

Gou Quan chuckled: "That kid got dumped by his girlfriend half a month ago. I don't know where he heard that the Hehe Erxian in the temple is particularly effective in finding a partner, so he came here to make a wish."

"The master fortune teller interpreted his fortune and said he would soon find a new girlfriend..."

The Hehe Erxian were two Tang Dynasty monks, Hanshan and Shide, who were said to be incarnations of Manjushri and Samantabhadra Bodhisattvas.

Later, the temple where the two lived was renamed Hanshan Temple, located in the famous "Xuzhou", the same Xu as Xu Xin.

This is also the Hanshan Temple mentioned in the poem "A Night Mooring by Maple Bridge" as the "Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou." The entrance fee is quite expensive…

The two bachelor monks were later regarded as the two immortals of harmony in Buddhism who were in charge of marriage. As a result, there is a special "harmony spell" in folk magic, which is a spell to help mend broken marriages. There are also spells such as the peach blossom spell.

Zhao Hao: The Art of Harmony? It doesn't seem very proper! I want to learn it!

"And then he found a girlfriend?" Zhao Hao asked.

"Yes!" Gou Quan nodded vigorously. "He was hit by a car and broke his leg not far from the temple. Then he met the nurse who was taking care of him at the hospital and they hit it off. That's how it happened! They said they're going to hold their wedding this week and came here to burn incense to thank the Two Immortals of Harmony."

Zhao Hao: (￣□￣；)!

The two immortals of harmony in our temple are really capable, but aren't they a bit too rough?

Gou Quan was still praising the Great Monk Zhi Dian: "That's why the Great Master is so powerful and has boundless magical abilities. He is highly skilled in martial arts and has eyes and ears everywhere! One of his favorite sayings is: 'Fists and feet have no eyes, life and death are in the hands of fate.'"

Zhao Hao: Is that a monk? That's a bandit!

Gou Quan: "Moreover, the master chef was a very kind person. If it weren't for his care, I might not have survived to adulthood!"

Gou Quan was deeply moved: "Master has already shown me extraordinary mercy, made an exception! After all, Buddha helps the rich, and Buddha doesn't help those below a bachelor's degree..."

Zhao Hao: Do ​​you want to hear what you're saying? Your Buddhism here is truly eye-opening! Do you think Buddha doesn't exist?

Just then, Abbot Zhidian emerged from the back hall, now dressed in simple, coarse cloth robes. He hadn't brought his glass alms bowl with him, which greatly eased Zhao Hao's pressure. Otherwise, it would feel like a creditor had come knocking, and he'd have to hand over money!

The Venerable Zhidian stroked his short stubble and burst into laughter before even speaking: "Hahahaha~~~" His voice was as loud as a bell.

"You must be Benefactor Zhao Hao? You are indeed extraordinary!" The great monk looked Zhao Hao up and down and couldn't help but nod.

"It's clear that you've also learned martial arts. I don't have much skill, but my martial arts are passable. If you're interested, you can come and learn a thing or two."

Zhao Hao quickly clasped his hands together in return, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Master."

The senior monk laughed again, "Well, I'll give you a 20% discount on your tuition!"

Zhao Hao: ...This monk's heart is black!

He couldn't help but ask, "I heard from Gou Quan that we've taught quite a few apprentices here, but not many of them have achieved anything significant?"

The senior monk remained remarkably calm: "Amitabha Buddha~ The master leads you through the door, but the Dharma depends on the individual."

The senior monk showed no panic or trepidation at being exposed as running a shady academy. Instead, his face remained calm and composed, just like those school principals. He truly lived up to his reputation as a senior monk with profound Buddhist knowledge and such a high level of spiritual cultivation.

"Moreover, it's not that no one has achieved anything in their studies."

"Oh, I'd like to hear more about it."

The senior monk stroked his beard, deep in thought. "Years ago, I taught an apprentice who was the most talented and virtuous foreigner I've ever met. Such a person is rare among foreigners!"

"Ahem! I mean, it's hard for foreigners to understand the subtleties of martial arts, but he truly reached the pinnacle of human skill. He's a rare individual of great wisdom and perseverance. He received a portion of the true teachings..."

Zhao Hao asked curiously, "May I ask what that ghost... cough, foreigner's name is?"

Gou Quan quickly interjected, "It's Senior Brother Batman! That person's name is Batman!"

Zhao Hao nodded: Oh, so it's Superman! Just don't call him Superman! After all, even Marvel can't stop Superman if he knows martial arts!

Are you fucking kidding me?!

The Venerable Zhidian said, "Although the name sounds fake, since I've already paid the tuition and completed the trial I gave me, I don't care if it's true or false."

When Zhao Hao was leaving, the Venerable Zhidian gave him a business card. He had cut the cardboard himself and written it by hand.

"The North American branch of Dalin Temple, home to the bulletproof martial monk, Master Zhidian. He is proficient in and teaches various Shaolin, Dalin, and Laolin martial arts. If you can't learn them, you're ruined!"

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Zhao Hao was about to leave, knowing that if he didn't leave sooner or later he would lose money.

Unexpectedly, the wise monk pointed at Zhao Hao's chest and said, "Benefactor, why are you holding this ill-fated and troublesome thing in your arms?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao panicked: "Oh no, they've got their eyes on my cat!"

He quickly feigned madness and ignored him. The big monk kept saying, "Abandon me, abandon me!"

Zhao Hao felt a chill run down his spine. Something terrible was about to happen! Was his house going to catch fire on the fifteenth of the first lunar month? Was his wife going to be kidnapped?

At this moment, Gou Quan quickly smoothed things over, "Master, you can't eat this cat. If you're craving that Dragon Tiger Fight, Quan'er will buy it for you. Don't even think about the Orange Seat."

The monk then withdrew his supernatural powers, stroked his beard, and said, "What a pity for such a fat cat."

Zhao Hao dared not linger any longer. This wasn't a temple of fortune; it was a slaughterhouse! They were scooping out the customers and bleeding them dry one by one!

Fatty was very efficient. The matter of Gou Quan was resolved the next day. Fatty found a branch under the Red Gate and, through both legal and illegal means, took down that group of drug traffickers.

Gou Quan continues to manage the business of the Imperial Uncle and the T-shirt brand "Gou De Zhu".

In a luxurious apartment building in Manhattan, a man in his early twenties, dressed in a suit, is on the phone listening to a report from his subordinate.

"Since that gang of Mo Du Ge has been dealt with, let's give up. It was just a spur-of-the-moment experiment anyway. There are more important things to do now: suppress the death of Delis and tell those reporters to get lost!"

The man irritably twirled an iron skull ring on his hand, his expression ferocious.

……

Today, the members of the Anomaly Observation Group gathered again in Zhao Hao's backyard. Gou Quan and Fatty were also invited by Zhao Hao.

The fat man arrived early, bringing with him a lot of food and meat to be grilled.

Gou Quan arrived by car, a secondhand pickup truck. The truck was loaded with the things Zhao Hao wanted.

"Come help me unload the truck! I can't carry it!" Gou Quan shouted.

Zhao Hao, wearing a bodybuilding vest and covered in sweat, went over to move things.

The fat man also peeked out to watch the commotion. He was wearing flip-flops, beach shorts, and a floral shirt, and sunglasses. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was on a beach in the Maldives.

"Hey, what are you doing with so many car tires?" the fat man asked.

Gou Quan, supporting the carriage, watched as Zhao Hao single-handedly carried stacks of large car tires, weighing dozens or even hundreds of pounds, to the backyard.

"Who knows? I went to several abandoned car factories to buy these things."

Zhao Hao stacked several large tires together, secured them with thick iron wire, and then, holding a 20-pound barbell, began to chop them down repeatedly!

The muffled thuds were very rhythmic!

After a while, the difficulty increased.

Zhao Hao added two 10-kilogram weight plates to the end of the barbell and began swinging it with both hands.

Stay in control, speed is up to you!

In just seven or eight minutes, after several hundred repetitions, Zhao Hao was already drenched in sweat.

After practicing boxing techniques, they created an incredibly durable dummy by cutting and stacking several layers of rubber tires. It was as hard as a rock and extremely heavy.

But Zhao Hao's punches were like hammer blows, making loud thuds!

With each punch, the thick springs in the dummy's lower body creaked and swayed violently!

As Zhao Hao threw punches, he shouted, "Black Tiger Claws Heart! Black Tiger Claws Heart! Black Tiger Claws Heart! Black Tiger Claws Heart..."

Gou Quan stared wide-eyed at Zhao Hao's inhuman feat, and when he saw Zhao Hao's muscles undulating like mountains and sweat dripping down his face, he couldn't help but gasp.

The fat man on the side was also surprised. Although he could do it too, this kind of training was really tough!

"Wow, Ritian! You're working this hard? You're not planning to become a boxer or martial arts master or something, are you?"

Gou Quan: "Could this be the only move he knows?"

The fat man patted his chest: "One trick is all you need. If you master this one trick, you'll be good enough to beat people up."

Then Zhao Hao started weight training!

A barbell plate weighing 100 kilograms on each side, plus the barbell bar itself, weighs 420 pounds! One set consists of 12 squats, with 30-second rest between sets, and you can do 8 sets in total!

Finally, the barbell was thrown to the ground with a loud thud, and the ground trembled slightly!

Gou Quan whispered, "Are all you superhumans like this?"

Of course, not everyone is like that. Not everyone is a giant animal with incredible strength. Someone like Carrie, the witch, isn't necessarily physically stronger than the average girl.

However, the fat guy is the kind of person who will brag whenever he gets the chance; he can just spout off without thinking.

"This is nothing! You know 'Water Margin,' right? The pilgrim Wu Song can lift a stone lion weighing three or four hundred pounds with one hand and toss it ten feet high! Although some authors may exaggerate, the actual feat is even more incredible!"

During this period, Zhao Hao has been training, not only in his boxing skills and physical fitness, but also in his techniques and mental cultivation.

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Chapter 105 Double Ninth Festival, Old Dragon Head Dies

Because of the convenience of dreams, Zhao Hao was able to conduct many experiments and training sessions. Training in dreams was extremely effective.

He conducted a special experiment and organized the Enlightenment Technique to see what specific materials and spiritual energy were needed to achieve what kind of effect.

Everyone's spiritual energy will eventually converge toward their own extraordinary path.

This means that the earliest spiritual energy was chaotic and primordial, without any bias. However, gradually, due to one's own potential or the cultivation techniques, spiritual energy acquired special attributes.

For example, Zhao Hao's Enlightenment Technique has the ability to give life to inanimate objects in a short period of time.

Of course, this characteristic still needs to be further explored and strengthened.

Soon Sylvia, Winston, and Nanaya Saki arrived, and Zhao Hao introduced the two groups to each other, thus introducing them to each other.

Actually, these people got together to strengthen their bonds; the main purpose was to have a meal together, and there was really nothing unusual going on.

They chatted as they grilled the meat.

Soon after, Sylvia began to recount a recent prophecy she had made.

Thanks to the guidance and training from the Mystic Bureau, Sylvia's extraordinary abilities have improved. She even occasionally writes a line or two of strange words on her paintings when she is making prophetic drawings.

For example, in one of Sylvia's paintings, she depicted a girl falling at a crossroads.

By the time the Secret Service agents compared the street view to Broadway, the girl had already fallen.