With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 600 - 546: A Small Gathering in the Courtyard, Conte

Fanluo nodded, the frown on his brow finally eased a bit.

Coming to Central Earth, he didn’t give himself a break and practiced martial arts without fail every day.

Maintaining sleep every three days, practicing diligently.

Thus, not wasting his good background and talent.

Walking out of the quiet room, standing in the courtyard.

Looking up at the sky, there was a faint sign of gathering dark clouds.

Stretching out his hand like a snake, moving smoothly as if boneless.

Monts later, a "hissing" sound echoed through the vegetation, covering tens of ters around.

Reflecting on that night’s conversation, Fanluo also noticed the flaws in his words.

In the end, being provoked by this child using the Great Saint, he fell into a trap.

Thinking of this, Fanluo couldn’t help but sigh deeply:

"This child is bold and careful, not easy to deal with, even if truly needing to descend into the Dharma Realm with him, one must remain wary..."

...

At 5 PM, in front of the courtyard of [Dragon Monk Liao Chen].

ng Chuan arrived as promised.

He knocked on the door, and a young monk less than 1.7 ters tall poked his head out.

His big eyes were extrely bright, and he put his hands together:

"Hello, donor, please state your honorable na, so that this humble monk can go inside and report."

"ng Chuan, Master Liao Chen invited ."

"Amitabha—So it’s Senior ng, Senior Brother Liao Chen already instructed, please follow inside."

The young monk smiled, opened the courtyard door, and motioned with one hand to lead the way.

ng Chuan followed him into the depths of the courtyard, feeling inexplicably:

"This plump monk can even order a young monk to act as a gatekeeper, truly a Buddhist sect’s bad habit..."

At Wudang, even for Uncle-Master Zhao Shousui, who is a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

He could only invite a young Taoist to do so trivial matters like singing Taoist songs and serving tea.

Daily matters had to be done personally, or by instructing his direct disciple Wang Ye...

As for gatekeepers or servants, don’t even think about it, even Master Chen Tuo didn’t equip them.

Shaolin is a major force in Central Earth Buddhist sects, thus one can gauge the whole from a part here.

The Buddhist sect places great importance on the concept of hierarchy.

Before long.

ng Chuan followed the young monk into the backyard and saw at a glance, a group of bald heads gathered, talking and laughing.

Liao Chen’s figure was particularly conspicuous among them, the fattest one is...

Touching his own bald head, ng Chuan bowed to the young monk leading him, expressing thanks, and then quickly approached.

As he got closer, a monk noticed him from a distance.

"Donor ng?"

"Exactly ng."

A monk with a face he wasn’t familiar with smiled and said:

"Amitabha—It was a great regret that I missed the day Donor ng beat this fat monk, alas!"

ng Chuan laughed silently, this monk speaks interestingly.

Only, he is also a fat monk.

If he eats a few more vegetarian als, he will almost catch up with the big fat monk...

On the side, hearing himself being teased, Liao Chen imdiately grinned:

"Liao Yuan, just finished retreat and thinks his divine skill has greatly progressed, still wants to test if the Buddha’s dragon claw is hard?"

"Senior Brother Liao Chen, it is necessary to give young Yuan a little lesson.

This humble monk is willing to bet, betting... Senior Brother Liao Chen’s opponent wins."

This monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looks quite like Tang Monk.

Unexpectedly, when he opens his mouth, the words are also brilliant.

During the banter, the fat monk introduced him.

The last one to speak, the handso monk is nad Liao Hai, title [Crossing the Sea Zen Master].

Like him, he is also specialized in Five Elents Fist.

ng Chuan clasped his hands in a smile and greeted:

"Greetings Master Liao Hai, we should spar together soday."

Upon hearing this, the handso monk Liao Hai repeatedly shook his head to refuse:

"Having seen Donor ng’s divine bravery that day, this humble monk considers himself far inferior, sparring is out of the question..."

Liao Chen’s chubby arm threw around his shoulder, introducing all the monks present besides him:

"Liao Hai, handso but sharp-tongued, just broke three limits three months ago, relatively weak strength, the biggest loafer in this national mission;

Liao Yuan, the body almost as plump as mine, broke three limits for nearly three years, Qi and Blood Value is still lower than mine, Donor ng need not mind him.

Once this national mission is completed, the Buddha will suggest the state to abolish his talent status."

"??"

Liao Yuan was furious, seizing a stick to strike, truly provoked a sore spot...

ng Chuan smiled awkwardly, these monks are the most talented in Shaolin Temple.

Their personalities are different from ordinary monks, more lively, which is quite normal...

On the spotless, leaf-free floor tiles, sat a monk in ditation.

With long eyebrows and large ears, his figure was incredibly tall.

Even while sitting, he was taller than the young monk waiting on the side.

Sitting with closed eyes in ditation, showing no reaction to his arrival.

While he pondered, Liao Chen elbowed him, indicating:

"The one ditating on the ground is Senior Brother Liao Qing, also one of the main forces in this mission, very powerful, on par with ."

ng Chuan swirled the tea in his cup, drank it up, and glanced at the monk on the ground, saying nothing.

The other party, seeing his arrival, acted as if blind, there was no need for a warm face to be t with a cold one.

Liao Qing, who was ditating, heard Liao Chen’s words.

Slowly opened his eyes, speaking indifferently:

"This is Shaolin, yet the team leader for the mission is called an outsider, this humble monk feels it is inappropriate."

"I’m the team leader?"

ng Chuan slightly raised his eyebrows, an unexpected delight...

In this matter, the big fat monk hadn’t communicated with him on the phone, only ntioned the matter of Demon Nest outside Fengdeng City.

He agreed.

It’s nearby, with many rewards.

The demonic Qi concentration is level two, the monks are also at Three Limits, safety is guaranteed, there’s no reason not to go.

special battle rits, the 20% incentive for the team leader is 60 points.

points, that’s quite a lot.

The second-grade Tiger Saliva Dates I bought before was only worth a re hundred special battle contributions.

The captain’s 20% incentive is equivalent to more than half a date, so it shouldn’t be underestimated.

I initially thought I was the only one at the second limit among the three limits.

I never considered the captain’s position.

Now hearing this boastful monk’s words, it seems I’ve already been designated.

ng Chuan felt a joy in his heart.

This is the advantage of showcasing strength.

He drove Huiyuan to flee with his head in his hands, and directly defeated the fat monk Liaochen.

Various feats have already established an image in the monks’ minds of astonishing strength that cannot be judged by realm alone.

But...

This long-ard, long-legged monk seems a bit unwilling to accept as the captain...

As Liao Qing spoke, the atmosphere in the courtyard grew peculiar.

Liaochen, Liaohai, and Liaoyuan, the three monks, are all those who enjoy watching excitent without causing trouble.

Liaochen saw that ng Chuan’s expression was sowhat surprised. Since he had invited him as reinforcent, he first explained:

"Donor ng, originally we had enough people, and the captain was also the absent Brother Liaohuo.

He recently had so insights and wanted to break through the fourth realm to beco a grandmaster, so we’re short one person, and the Buddha found you."

ng Chuan nodded in understanding.

It seems that the captain’s position was probably set for him by Liaochen.

What I thought before was correct, this big fat monk is really worth befriending.

anwhile, seeing the atmosphere between the two becoming heavy, with no one speaking.

Liaohai, who looks like Tang Monk, broke the silence first:

"Donor ng, show us a move!"

Liaohai smiled and whispered:

"How about another match? Brother Liao Qing also wants to be the captain, I won’t participate, I just want to bet so stakes to earn so resources."

Of course, betting on ng Chuan to win, no need to say more.

This guy can still enlarge his figure and increase his strength.

Even if Brother Liao Qing goes all out, he’s at most stronger than the fat monk Liaochen, and most likely no match for this freak.

However, he also understands Brother Liao Qing’s thoughts.

No surprise there.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he definitely wouldn’t believe that a re second limit could be so fierce...

As for Liaoyuan on the side, why he hadn’t seen ng Chuan "display his divine might" that day, yet still had no thoughts on the captain’s position.

Because he couldn’t beat Liaochen, let alone Liao Qing.

No matter how the captain’s position is rotated, it wouldn’t fall into his hands...

Who wouldn’t want the extra 60 points of special battle contributions?

Special battle contributions are the most important resources in Great Chu, bar none.

Ranging from Sixth-Grade Celestial King Divine Weapons, Martial Arts Divine Pills, to all sorts of resources needed for cultivation.

As long as you have enough special battle contributions in your hand, you can choose them all.

Shaolin disciples aren’t detached from worldly concerns either.

Cultivation and protecting the path also need the help of martial arts resources, so no need to say who is superior in character.

Everyone’s the sa!

Listening to Liao Qing’s words, and a few others stirring up trouble.

ng Chuan just glanced around, not getting fired up by the crowd’s instigation.

His emotions were long unaffected by such words.

ng Chuan picked up a fruit from the table, took a bite, and lowered his head to inquire:

"Master Liao Qing, according to your words, do you want to have a spar with ng?

Can the stake be prepared in advance? Snake Scale Fruit is enough."

With the Tianshu Skills and Brahma Hell Suppression both achieving a realm breakthrough, his strength is much greater than before.

Facing this long-ard, long-legged monk, there’s really no sense of inferiority.

Hearing this, the fat monk on the side heard ng Chuan bring up the matter again, showing a pained look...

The Snake Scale Fruit is worth over a hundred special battle contributions, it’s all money...

Hearing this, Liao Qing got up slowly.

He was as tall as ng Chuan, who no longer suppressed his physique, reaching nearly three ters.

The two faced each other for a long ti, the tall and thin monk spoke first:

"Seeing is believing. I’m not provoking, but I do want to see what real skills the famous Donor ng has."

In a confrontation of aura, the opponent wasn’t at all inferior to him, so Liao Qing beca cautious and didn’t dare to be careless.

Under great reputation, there are no faint skills, he understood this truth.

But he couldn’t give up the captain’s extra reward; he was stronger than Liaochen and wanted to give it a try.

ng Chuan originally thought he was just here to have a al and discuss the mission, didn’t expect to have to make a move.

However, it doesn’t matter now.

Liao Qing recited a Buddhist mantra, twisted his toes inward, and stood in a cross-legged stance.

He said lightly:

"Donor ng, we need not wager anything. I have practiced hard and naturally have no great treasures, unlike Liaochen this fat fellow, eating with his mouth full of oil."

"Heh..."

Liaochen grinned slightly, quite unconvinced...

"Then according to Master Liao Qing, how should we compare?"

ng Chuan’s tone was calm, recognizing Liao Qing as an honest monk, though just a bit straightforward...

"Why don’t we exchange one palm strike, whoever moves loses. Donor ng, what do you think?"

ng Chuan thought for a mont:

"Sure."

Comparing strength is his forte.

Besides... he’s gotten even heavier recently.

To make him move will require quite an effort...

The two stood facing each other, with the space of one person between them.

The three monks gathered nearby, snacking on lon seeds and autumn fruits, watching the play.

Fat monk Liaochen had long guessed that Liao Qing had a trick:

"Tsk tsk, the Buddha knew Liao Qing, this sneaky monk, seems honest but is actually very cunning..."

Liao Qing practiced a hard skill, one of the seventy-two unique skills.

[Immovable Golden Bell Skill].