Chapter 48 The Strength of the Old Monk

Chapter 48 The Strength of the Old Monk

Pan Hongsheng had already arrived at the gate of Jing'an Temple, but at the moment he entered the door, he suddenly couldn't notice the breath of Zhang Bowen. Instead, a magnificent layer of cyan light left him out, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not rush in.

Indeed, no matter how strong Pan Hongsheng's strength is, it is only in the early stage of refining the spirit. It is impossible for Jing'an Temple to forcefully rush in in the face of the blessing of many citizens.

Pan Hongsheng, who was already in a hurry, played to the extreme. When the light golden Zhenang slowly turned into pure gold, he suddenly rushed in and stopped in front of the old monk.

"What's wrong with you..." His face changed slightly. The old monk looked at the flawless Jing'an Temple and subconsciously asked.

"The golden real!" Four words directly answered the old monk's words. Pan Hongsheng turned his head and looked at Zhang Bowen, who was gradually clear in his eyes, and pulled him up.

"What's wrong with her mother?" Looking at Zhang Bowen standing in a daze, Pan Hongsheng roared with red eyes.

The two have established a deep friendship for more than a year. The brothers may not care about too much contact, but in a word, they don't hesitate to go through fire and water.

"Brother Sheng, I..."

With a "pop", Pan Hongsheng didn't wait for Zhang Bowen to finish his words. He slapped Zhang Bowen on the face fiercely, and his face turned pale.

"Don't fucking call me! You're crazy. I don't care. What should I do? Shall I keep it for you? What about your teacher's girlfriend? Can I also raise it for you?"

"No..."

"Papa" was another slap. Pan Hongsheng's second slap was particularly fierce, and he directly turned Zhang Bowen around and then fell to the ground.

I ignored Zhang Bowen, who couldn't help crying on the ground. Pan Hongsheng turned around and looked at the old monk bowing, while looking at the whole room without a trace.

A tacit understanding has been formed between heaven and earth for a long time, but Pan Hongsheng felt that at the moment he stepped into Jing'an Temple, he had become helpless.

The old monk not far away has been watching quietly, but his face changed slightly when Pan Hongsheng slapped Zhang Bowen twice, and then whispered Amitabha Buddha.

"Pan Hongsheng, no one can stop me today." Returning the salute to Pan Hongsheng, the old monk said faintly, and his voice seemed to come from all directions, deaf and deaf.

"Teacher and father, Zhang Bowen has never been in this situation. Are you mistaken?" Listening to the old monk's words, Pan Hongsheng's eyes were clear, and then whispered.

He naturally understood what the old monk was going to do. In this environment, not to mention Zhang Bowen, he himself was under an inexplicable pressure, and his strength was suppressed by at least 30%.

Of course, he didn't know that in Jing'an Temple, which has been wrapped in Buddha's light, ordinary people can't even exert one-tenth of their strength.

"It's right. This situation doesn't happen at ordinary times because I can be with you from time to time and can touch your golden real. This golden real can suppress any negative emotions, and at the same time, it can constantly cross the evil in Zhang Bowen's heart." Shaking his head, the old monk said lightly.

The golden real!

His face changed slightly. Pan Hongsheng didn't expect that Zhang Bowen could suppress demons with himself, and he didn't expect that the golden Zhenang, who was not good at fighting, would have this effect.

"Then you can let him go back with me. I promise I won't leave." Pan Hongsheng hesitated for a moment, but saw the old monk shaking his head.

"The demon has been born. In addition to eliminating or crossing, it is impossible to force him back, and even if he is forced back, it is a hidden danger to keep it!"

Listening to the old monk's words, Pan Hongsheng's face couldn't help changing.

Indeed, there is a time bomb in Zhang Bowen's body that no one can stand at any time. Today, he will attack the enemy. Who knows if he will attack his friends another day, and Pan Hongsheng does not agree with this method of treating the symptoms but not the root causes.

"What do you mean?" Pan Hongsheng looked at the old monk and asked quietly.

"What I mean is that I naturally sacrificed my life to cross the demon. Pan Hongsheng, go away. You can't stop Lao Da today." The old monk said with compassion in his eyes and waved his sleeves gently, and the whole air was filled with a pale cyan halo again.

"What will be the consequences of that blog post?" Without a trace, Zhang Bowen was blocked behind him. Pan Hongsheng asked gently behind his hands. At the same time, a light golden halo had condensed on his hand.

Although this layer of halo is not as large as the cyan light, it reveals a layer of essence, so that the cyan light does not dare to get too close.

This is a vast and inclusive atmosphere, which is more pitiful than the compassion in the Buddha's light, but it has no noble feeling at all. On the contrary, it is closer than the Buddha's light.

His face changed slightly. The old monk looked at Pan Hongsheng and put his hands down again.

"Do you want to fight with me?" The voice was a little surprised. The old monk didn't understand what Pan Hongsheng was thinking now.

Even at ordinary times, Pan Hongsheng's strength in the early stage of refining his spirit could not be his opponent. When he was in Eagle Mountain, he was completely coaxing children to play. Now Pan Hongsheng should be able to feel his half-step perfect strength.

"There's no way. If you have to hurt Zhang Bowen, you must beat me down first." With a sigh, Pan Hongsheng bowed to the old monk and said.

"God's will, I finally know why you are golden. I always thought that the old thief just stepped on shit, and it seems that it's not all." With an inexplicable smile on the corners of his mouth, the old monk touched his beard and said lightly.

"Do you know the old man?" Slightly stunned, Pan Hongsheng couldn't help asking.

"Naturally, I know that there are several people in the whole China who can achieve perfection. They are all old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years. It's strange that they don't know each other." With a nod, the old monk said with a smile.

"Then why do you say that my golden true color is God's will?" After nodding his head, it was not uncommon for the two to know each other, but Pan Hongsheng was suddenly curious about his golden real.

He had heard the old man talk about it, and also heard Mr. Pan talk about it with Pan Xianghu in the Pan family courtyard. He also saw their surprise and consterrenness about the golden real from the expressions of Huaying and the man in black.

"Nothing, the old thief doesn't say anything, let alone say it. In his view, as long as you can survive my three moves, I will let Zhang Bowen go once, but I will seal his strength." His face gradually became solemn. The old monk looked at Zhang Bowen on the ground and then looked at Pan Hongsheng faintly and said.

"Please give me some advice!" His face changed. Pan Hongsheng threw Zhang Bowen aside, and then his whole body retreated. The huge golden halberd slowly appeared, while the old monk just looked at it quietly, and then walked out of the temple step by step. At the same time, all the cyan true ang condensed into a human figure in an instant!

This human figure ** has an upper body. Although there is no weapon in his hand, his momentum is as awe-inspiring as the god of war, and at the same time exudes a kind of pressure of heaven.

Dharma Fist!

Dharma body protection!