Chapter 1083: Defeated (3rd Watch)

Chu Li frowned and looked at him, his face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Senior, what you said is too arbitrary. Could it be that you are a member of that school after practicing martial arts? Then Zhuanlun Temple doesn't have to compete with the surrounding martial arts sects. Just pass on the Ksitigarbha-Turning Wheel Sutra!"

"You are making too much sense." The middle-aged man shook his head: "The Ksitigarbha-Tunlun Sutra is the secret method of the Zhuanlun Temple. If you can cultivate to the state of transforming the aura of the gods, that is already a very powerful state. It is not something an outsider can do." To achieve it, you need to have a profound understanding of Buddhism, as far as we know, you don’t seem to study Buddhist scriptures, right?”

Chu Li said: "It's just a coincidence. I practiced to this level step by step. Like this time, when I was about to lose my strength, I realized the mysterious essence of the Ksitigarbha's Sutra in a flash, and I suddenly advanced to two levels, so I was able to If I hadn't worked hard in the mausoleum to reach the current state, I wouldn't have reached this stage."

"Oh—?" The middle-aged man smiled half-smile.

Chu Lidao: "In terms of strict censorship, the Secret Guard Mansion is the number one in our season. I am the secret guard of the Secret Guard Mansion. Seniors don't have to worry too much about the issue of background!"

"People's hearts are changeable." The middle-aged man said with a chuckle, "You were the secret guard of the Secret Guard Mansion back then. After entering the imperial tomb, you were depressed. It's hard to say what you did."

Chu Li said indifferently: "No matter how many things you do, it has nothing to do with Zhuanlun Temple. They are Daqiu's sect, and there is no threat from high mountains and far away."

"That's hard to say." The middle-aged man laughed.

Chu Li took a deep look at him, but it was a pity that Dayuan Jingzhi couldn't be used, only from his subtle expression, he was very wary of himself, as if he really didn't believe him, and didn't want to let him enter the inner mausoleum.

The origin is unclear. This is the most fatal to the guards of the inner mausoleum.

He saw Zhao Xuan's face, and was shaking his head at him, obviously felt that what he said was inappropriate, that he shouldn't have said the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

Chu Li smiled slightly, and he said the Ksitigarbha Runner Sutra with deep meaning.

"Since Xiao Hu said so, let's take this matter for a while." The skinny old man stroked a few strands of snow-white beard, and pondered: "I'll talk about it after I figure it out. Anyway, it's not in a hurry."

Chu Li was anxious, but his face was very calm: "Seniors, I am very urgent about the way of the gods."

"The study of the way of the gods is a long process. You are still young and your temperament is uncertain, so don't worry." The middle-aged man smiled.

Chu Li said: "I don't know the age of the senior?"

"I'm one hundred and twenty." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "As far as I know, you're only in your forties, right?"

Chu Li smiled helplessly: "I really can't see that senior is so old."

"It's not too late to enter the inner mausoleum after one hundred years old." The middle-aged man laughed.

Chu Li shook his head and laughed.

Seeing what he meant, he had to wait for sixty years, and his road to the mausoleum would be blocked.

If you can't enter the inner mausoleum, you can't enter the hall to see the golden body. If you can't touch the golden body, you don't need to think about it.

"Xiao Lu, you don't need to worry." The middle-aged man laughed boldly and said, "Sixty years will pass in a snap of the fingers. If you practice hard, you will definitely be able to enter the inner mausoleum after you reach the age of a hundred!"

"I don't know what criteria to enter the inner mausoleum other than three days and three nights?" Chu Li said indifferently, his eyes swept over every old man: "I can't just let everyone in based on their own impressions and think that people are good. If you have a bad impression, just exclude it?"

"Of course there are standards." The middle-aged man said with a smile: "If you defeat me, you will be able to enter the inner mausoleum."

Chu Li clasped his fists and said, "Then I have to ask seniors for advice."

"Little Hu, don't be afraid of losing!" An old man laughed.

The middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, and he smiled: "Senior Zheng underestimates me too much. I have been cultivating here for twenty years. If I lose to this little guy again, I will really be ashamed."

"Haha, you are just afraid of losing and losing face!" the old man laughed.

Everyone is smiling.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "You seniors, you are only afraid that I will not lose face!"

As he spoke, he got up and left the grand teacher's chair, came to Chu Li and said, "Xiao Lu, let's do it, let's see how capable you are."

Chu Li clasped his fists and said, "Senior should do it first."

"Okay, look at the palm!" The middle-aged man was no longer polite, and pressed his palm with lightning speed.

This is a place where martial arts are suppressed, and there is no one out of ten. He has such a fast speed, which shows that his cultivation base is profound.

Chu Li stretched out his palm to meet him.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Chu Li stood firmly on the spot, and the middle-aged man did not back down.

The palms of the two were joined together, as if they were stuck together, and they fought together for internal strength without moving.

Everyone looked at it with a smile, and showed admiration to Chuli. It is admirable to dare to compete in internal strength.

After a while, the middle-aged man's expression changed, and he stared at Chu Li with a frown.

Chu Li smiled.

Everyone became more and more interested and stared at the two of them.

They have been staying in Neiling and feel bored, like a pool of stagnant water, it is best to watch when there is excitement.

Apparently, Xiao Hu has encountered a hard problem. He is 120 years old and has been cultivating in Neiling for 20 years. He is no better than a guy in his 40s.

After a cup of tea, wisps of white air wafted from the middle-aged man's head.

The white air is getting stronger and stronger, and after another cup of tea, the white air is dense.

After another cup of tea, the white gas evaporates like boiling water.

Chu Li's face was calm, and there was no trace of sweat on his forehead, so he was able to do a job with ease.

"Hehe, Xiao Hu, let's go here." The skinny old man who spoke before said with a smile: "The one who has mastered the way of martial arts is the first, and the strong is respected. Although you are old, martial arts is not only about age. .”

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Old Zhao, I'm fine!"

"Is there really no problem?" The skinny old man said with a smile, "I think you are a little bit off."

"No!" The middle-aged man snorted.

He didn't believe that Chu Li's deep inner strength could surpass him. He only relied on the Ksitigarbha Runner Sutra to transfer his inner strength away. It couldn't last long. His cultivation base was three times that of the opponent's. How could he lose?

As time passed, the white air above his head became more and more severe, his face turned purple, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Chu Li was still calm and calm, his face did not change, and there was no white breath on his head, and the two could tell at a glance.

Everyone was very excited and thought it was amazing. It is not surprising that the age of forty is better than the age of one hundred and twenty. In the martial arts world, there are many amazing and brilliant people who come from behind, but most of them are fighting with martial arts rather than internal strength. .

Internal strength still depends on the accumulation of kung fu, one more year of practice, the same mentality, even if the aptitude is a little worse, you will win by one point.

Chu Li suddenly spat out his palm, and with a muffled "bang", the middle-aged man flew out.

Zhao Xuan flicked the dust, caught him and brought him to the ground.

The middle-aged man landed steadily, with an ugly expression on his face.

Chu Li clasped his fists together: "Acceptance, Senior Hu!"

The middle-aged man stared at him, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "Sure enough!"