The strongest boss in the sky

Chapter 40 Rejuvenation, Gusu Murong
"Patriarch!" Abbot Tianming looked at the old monk with surprise on his face and exclaimed.

He originally wanted to delay the time and let the other brothers wait until the arrival of the ancestor, but he did not expect that the ancestor had already arrived here before the competition started.

The surrounding monks were a little dissatisfied when they saw the visitor.

This is a major matter related to the survival of the Shaolin Temple, and is it possible for an old monk who has to go to see the Buddha to intervene?It's just that when they heard Abbot Tianming's words, they froze there.

Patriarch?

When did Shaolin still have this patriarch?

Moreover, Abbot Tianming is already the oldest figure in Shaolin, so what kind of character would an old monk be called the patriarch by him?
The monks were pleasantly surprised, looked at the old monk, bowed their heads respectfully, and chanted the Buddha's name.

The old monk walked down the steps slowly in front of everyone who looked surprised or puzzled.

He took a step forward, and the wide gray monk robe on his body moved without wind, as if being blown by the howling cold wind, making a hunting sound.A golden Buddha's light lit up from the back of his head, like the rising sun, exuding endless golden divine light, and a dazzling divine power that cannot be seen directly.

Looking at the thin figure of the old monk walking down slowly, everyone felt as if they were facing the vast ocean, and they might be smashed to pieces by the terrible waves at any time!

Of course, none of this is the most surprising thing.

The most unbelievable thing is that every step the old monk takes, he seems a few years younger.

When he came to the front of the monks, less than thirty steps away from Mo Chen, he no longer saw the old and weak old man.He was tall and straight, with a very handsome face, and he looked no more than 30 years old at most. If it weren't for those eyes as deep as the sea, no one would be able to connect him with that thin and old monk.

For a moment, the scene was dead silent, and everyone looked at the monk in disbelief, feeling as if they were dreaming.

Rejuvenate!
Really rejuvenate!
"My God, this is the essence of Shaolin for thousands of years, a fairy who can rejuvenate?"

"I'm really not dreaming. Someone can rejuvenate?"

"Terrible, this level is probably even more terrifying than the legendary Patriarch Bodhidharma, right?"

"Mo Zhenren kicked the iron plate this time. Although his cultivation is the best in the world, but facing this kind of existence that can rejuvenate, I'm afraid it is still too far behind?"

"It's not just that there is too much difference, there is no comparison at all. You are all people who have ruled the world for decades, but have you ever heard that someone can practice martial arts to the state of rejuvenation?"

"I have never heard of it, I have never seen it. Such a terrifying state, I am afraid that it has already become a saint?"

Everyone stared at the old monk with wide eyes, feeling as if they were dreaming, otherwise how could it be possible to see someone rejuvenated?
Mo Chen looked calm, and looked at the rejuvenated old monk silently, neither of them spoke.

However, although he looked calm, the surprise in his heart was really indescribable.Mo Chen really did not expect that in the era of the Condor Heroes, there would be such a powerful warrior.

The opponent's cultivation base is so profound that he has reached the pinnacle of the world's pinnacles, and he has become a terrifying character with the two-star limit, even comparable to his own state before the breakthrough.

"Amitabha, the aura of the donor reminds the poor monk of a long-time old friend. His surname is Dugu, and he is known as Dugu Qiubai!" The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, with a faint reminiscence on his face.

Solitary begging for defeat!

Mo Chen's eyes narrowed instantly, and the calm expression on his face changed slightly.

Dugu Qiubai was a character more than a hundred years ago. He lived in the early Southern Song Dynasty. This old monk knew Dugu Qiubai. Could it be that he was an old monster in the Northern Song Dynasty?

The old monk ignored Mo Chen's astonishment, his eyes seemed to be lost in memory, with a gentle smile on his face, he said calmly: "When the poor monk saw Dugu Qiubai for the first time, he was about the same age as the benefactor. Of course When it comes to martial arts cultivation, Dugu is far behind the benefactor."

Mo Chen frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "After talking for so long, I still don't know the name of the senior, I'm really rude."

Who is this old monk? How could there be such a powerful figure in the Divine Condor World?
Mo Chen felt that he miscalculated something, or underestimated the strongest grandmaster game.Although this is a copy of the Condor World as a template, it is a real world!

The world is full of variables, even if they have established templates!
The old monk sighed, and said in a soft voice: "The poor monk's name is unknown, and he became a monk in Shaolin when he was more than sixty years old. Since then, the poor monk has never stepped out of Shaolin. It's a pity, it's a pity that the old people have already turned into loess."

When Mo Chen heard the old monk's words, he always felt a little weird.

The other party's words seem to be too much.I just asked for a name, but the other party said a lot.

Moreover, I don't know if it's because of the memory of being lonely and seeking defeat, but as the old monk said more and more words, Mo Chen somehow felt a little familiar!
It was as if I really knew this person!
When Mo Chen thought of this, a piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind.Although there are only four words in it, the information revealed is extraordinary.

Gusu Murong!

Mo Chen stared at the great monk, and said in a deep voice, "North Qiaofeng, Nan Murong, you are Gusu Murongfu!"

Murong Fu nodded calmly, and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk has long forgotten the layman's name, and I never thought that anyone would know it. It seems that the benefactor is quite familiar with my old friend."

"North Qiaofeng, Nan Murong. It seems a little familiar, it seems to be more than a hundred years ago."

"Nan Murong, he is Murong Fu who roamed the rivers and lakes more than 140 years ago!"

"The master who became famous 140 years ago!?"

When everyone heard the conversation between the two, they were shocked and didn't know what to say.

Murong Fu became famous 140 years ago, so after more than 100 years, no one knows how advanced his cultivation has become, and no one can imagine.

Everyone only looked at Murong Fu's method of rejuvenating, and they knew that the other party's cultivation was terrifying, which definitely exceeded their imagination.

For a moment, everyone looked at Mo Chen with pity.

It is said that persimmons need to be pinched softly, but you insist on looking for the best Shaolin Temple in the world, and now you have hit a rock.

The monks in Shaolin Temple were even more excited, and almost couldn't help cheering.

More than 100 years ago, the patriarch who traversed the world and was able to rejuvenate his youth is like a myth.With such a powerful patriarch guarding, no one in the world dares to touch Shaolin in the slightest.

Dao Palace, hum.

They looked at Mo Chen with a little more disdain and a touch of mockery.

Murong Fu clasped his hands together, bowed slightly and said: "Since the benefactor is an old friend, if he is willing to cultivate with me and never interfere with world affairs, the poor monk can let the past go. Otherwise, the poor monk can only break the precept."

Mo Chen showed a flat smile and took a firm step forward.

The aura around him rose rapidly, and the terrifying sword intent condensed into substance above him, cutting through the white clouds passing by in the sky!
Rejuvenate!A master from a hundred years ago!

There is nothing to be afraid of!

(End of this chapter)