Chapter 44: The Great Mastery of the Vajra Palm, the Little Monk

[You ate 25 kilograms of barbecue and gained 50 surplus points]

'50! '

The corners of Wang Yuan's mouth twitched.

Why is it so inch? Just a little bit off.

Sun Wei, this bastard, ate a lot without realizing it.

'add a bit! '

Powerful Vajra Palm (Minor Mastery 299/300).

Wang Yuan stood up depressed, planning to walk around the city and buy some food.

"Brother Wei, are you still following me?"

"What? What's wrong?"

Sun Wei looked at Wang Yuan and suddenly his expression became exaggerated:
"You hate me? You hate me? You hate me?"

"~~Get lost!"

Wang Yuan kicked him out.

"I'm hiding!"

Sun Wei jumped away instantly.

How could he be kicked by Wang Yuan?

"Whoosh-"

Wang Yuan threw a silver needle in his hand and stabbed it directly into Sun Wei's butt.

"Ah~~~~~"

Sun Wei screamed and jumped up from the ground.

"Whoosh-"

Wang Yuan took the opportunity to escape.

"Grass!"

Sun Wei quickly pulled out the silver needle from his butt and started chasing after him.

"Whizzing--"

But he underestimated Wang Yuan's speed and agility.

After a while, he ate a mouthful of snow and soil, and then lost sight of Wang Yuan.

"Damn, this kid is so sneaky!"

……

It was almost noon when we finished eating the roasted whole lamb.

The food is already prepared in the food stalls.

Wang Yuan spent forty cents to buy a roasted chicken and stuffed it into his stomach in just a few bites.

Then we came to an empty alley.

[You ate 1 kilograms of barbecue and gained 2 surplus points]

"add a bit!"

Wang Yuan tapped the back of the Vajra Palm and it changed rapidly (Great Success 0/1000).

"Kaka——"

Wang Yuan's body changes, his bones are slightly adjusted, and then take shape.

At the same time, a profound understanding of the Great Vajra Palm came to his mind.

After several years of hard training, he finally achieved success, mastered the palm technique to perfection, and was able to break monuments and shatter stones.

The eighth and ninth grades are different. A small achievement in bones and muscles is considered as formally entering the eighth grade, and a great achievement is already a master among the eighth grade.

Therefore, Wang Yuan was actually already a genuine eighth-grade warrior yesterday, and now...

【Name: Wang Yuan】

【Age: 16/40】

【Add points: 1 points】

【Cultivation: Eighth Rank】

[Kung Fu: Yellow Sand Fist (perfect); Powerful Vajra Palm (great success 0/1000)]

[Skills: Archery Perfection; Top Darts (0/80); Top Medicine (0/80)]

[Magic Power: Devour]

[Noble Phantasm: Black Gold Bow (0/100)]

Wang Yuan looked at his own combat power:
"95~103"

Skyrocketing!

The upper limit directly exceeded 95, and the lower limit reached !

Of course, this is still the power of the perfect Yellow Sand Fist, and the powerful Vajra Palm is far from reaching it.

If the power of the Mighty Vajra Palm wants to reach or even surpass the Perfect Yellow Sand Fist, it must be perfect!

Of course, Wang Yuan is now very powerful when he uses the Vajra Palm, definitely surpassing Xie Miao.

After all, he has a solid foundation in the Yellow Sand Fist, so his skin is tough and he has tremendous strength.

"134~507"

Suddenly a set of numbers appeared in the system interface.

The front is fine, but the back is really scary.
Far surpassed Song Lian, leader of the Dahe Gang, Guo Shan, vice president of the Jinta Society, and even the golden eagle monster.

He must be carrying a valuable treasure or practicing some great supernatural power.

"!!"

Wang Yuan walked out of the alley and looked into the crowd.

A handsome young monk, about seventeen or eighteen years old, appeared in his sight.

So young, yet so powerful!
Wang Yuan was surprised, and his originally complacent mood disappeared in an instant.

He is still far from being a strong man or a genius.

"Donor, please stay!"

When Wang Yuan looked at the little monk, the little monk in the crowd also looked up sharply, noticed him at a glance, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Whoosh-"

Wang Yuandang acted as if he didn't hear anything and turned and left.

In his impression, Buddhism is not good, and is even a bit evil.

"Donor! Donor!"

The little monk quickly caught up with Wang Yuan.

"~~"

Wang Yuan stopped and asked: "Master, what's the matter?"

"I am Daohui, the little monk. Just call me Daohui, or Little Master. I am not worthy of the title of Master."

The little monk nodded and performed a Buddhist salute.

"I see that the donor and I have a connection..."

"No chance!"

Wang Yuan's mouth twitched and he quickly interrupted.

"Master, this is not a good thing. You'll get beaten easily."

"Being beaten? Who beat me?"

Daohui was puzzled, then suddenly realized.

"Donor, Buddhists are protected by the Tathagata. No evil will come near, no magic will invade. Don't worry."

"Yes, Master, take care. I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

Wang Yuan smiled and turned around.

"Donor~~"

Daohui flashed and stood in front of Wang Yuan.

"You really have a connection with me, Buddha. Why don't we find a place to have a good chat?"

"Master, you have violated the precept of anger. The Buddha should not have asked you to force others to do something, right?"

Wang Yuan frowned and said coldly.

"Anger precepts?"

Daohui was stunned.

"Did I break the rules? I... didn't, you..."

"Whoosh-"

Wang Yuan was already more than ten meters away at this time.

"Donor, you really have a connection with me, Buddha!"

Dao Hui shouted and did not chase after him.

He knew that since they were destined to meet, they would definitely meet again.

"Grandmaster!"

"Grandmaster!"

Many people around saluted the little monk.

This is the area of ​​influence of Western Buddhism, and many people believe in Buddhism.

"Amitabha~~"

Daohui bowed and returned the greetings to everyone.

"All living beings suffer, and the Buddha has mercy on us..."

……

"unlucky!"

Leaving that neighborhood, Wang Yuan cursed inwardly.

He is only sixteen years old, has never been in love, and has never experienced women. How could he have a connection with Buddhism?

Maybe he will have a connection with Buddhism when he becomes a supreme powerful person in the future. He can visit the Buddhist temple when he has nothing to do and learn scriptures from two beautiful female Bodhisattvas.

The young monk must have seen that he had mastered the Vajra Palm and still had short hair, so he said that he had a connection with Buddhism.

He decided to grow his hair long, very long!

"Shh-"

Wang Yuan quickly returned to the courtyard of the Jinta Chamber of Commerce.

It’s almost time to set off.

"You're back just in time. We're getting ready to set off."

Chen Wenjin happened to see this in the yard and his brows relaxed.

"I just met a little monk on the street. He seemed very powerful and pestered me for a long time."

Wang Yuan explained.

"Monk!"

Chen Wenjin was stunned, then her face changed.

She saw with her own eyes how Wang Yuan achieved minor success in mastering the Buddhist Vajra Palm in less than half an incense stick of time.

Such a monk may have seen through Wang Yuan's background, and seeing that he is young and has potential, he wants to accept him into Buddhism.

This kind of thing is very common in the underworld. People in the Buddhist community sometimes just don't have any sense of shame.

"Don't pay attention to him. Just avoid him if you see him next time."

"Well, what if you can't avoid it?"

Wang Yuan asked.

The little monk's cultivation level is higher than his.

"Just say you're engaged."

Chen Wenjin replied.

"Ah? Who are you getting engaged to?"

Wang Yuan was startled and couldn't help but look at Chen Wenjin.

"You can't just give a perfunctory answer? If the little monk pursues you, will he dig deep into your heart and ask you questions?"

Chen Wenjin's pretty face turned slightly red and she said angrily.

"Oh."

Wang Yuan nodded.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Chen."

"Hurry up and get ready."

Chen Wenjin waved her hand impatiently.

"Whoosh-"

Wang Yuan ran to the living room to get his equipment.

"This kid..."

Chen Wenjin looked at Wang Yuan's back and smiled with satisfaction like an elder sister. Then her pretty face turned red again and she couldn't help but spit.

"You little brat, you really don't know anything."

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(End of this chapter)