After the Great Vajra Secret Realm under the Master Garden of Hongyuan Temple continued to operate for more than half a month, it finally stopped operating due to exhaustion of spiritual power of the formation. That day and night, the abbot of the Pure Land, who was not as calm as he was on his face, opened the secret realm again. Behind him was a sloppy old man with expressionless face. The two men were mentally prepared to accept the worst situation and raised the broken dragon wall of millions of pounds. Their eyelids were shaking together. The sloppy old man had a wonderful expression and his palms were bulging.

What caught their eyes was a large bathtub and a naked man who was soaked in the bathtub without knowing what kind of courtesy, righteousness, integrity and shame were.

The three of them looked at each other in a glance.

The sloppy old man gritted his teeth: "Boy! Today you are defecated!"

Chang Xi was stunned.

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect saw his old friend rushing towards Mr. Chang with his claws and kicking over the bathtub, and he tactfully lowered the broken dragon wall. No one knew about the howlings of ghosts and wolves in the secret realm of Great Vajra.

After a long time, Chang Xi, who had already practiced the Immortal body of the Great Vajra, was still unable to defeat Mr. Mo's hard work. He was dragged out of the secret realm and threw it back to the yard by Mr. Mo like a dead pig with only plucked hair.

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect took back the jade talisman that was not useful until the end, and smiled and said to Mo Ran, "Young Master Chang is extremely talented. It seems that he can practice the Immortal body without doing his best. Why are you still beating him?"

"It's nothing, it's just a simple itchy hand. This brat just likes to whine. He won't come out after he has mastered the Immortal Body of the Great Vajra. He insists on consuming it in it, so I'll wait for a few more days... Hum? What's your look? What's the matter with me when the pheasant on Jingting Mountain is eaten by someone? I blame them for their deliciousness!"

Mo Ran kicked Chang Xi, who had fallen into a coma, and covered her with a quilt.

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect shook his head helplessly. It seemed that his old friend's shameless realm had really improved a lot in the past few years. He did not have the style of being a top-notch master in Jiuzhou. He also said: "Since Mr. Chang's Vajra Immortal Body has been completed, are you going to wait for Mr. Chang to wake up and take him away?"

Mo Ran glared and snorted, "I'm still worried about this for him? No way! Since he has already developed the Vajra Immortal Body, even if he is a cultivator in the ordinary Nascent Soul Realm, he will have no way to do anything. If he encounters someone without eyesight, this kid can pull the man's head down and kick it as a ball with his strength. I don't have time to be a bodyguard again."

This irreconcilable man who was awe of everyone in the Immortal Dao Alliance suddenly restrained his original cynicism and turned to worship the old abbot, "This brat Chang Xi can get what he wants this time. Thanks to your hard work, you will do your best. If you need anything in Hongyuan Temple in the future, I will never refuse if I ask Mo, I, Mo."

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect was vaguely shimmering and avoiding his old friend's bow. He helped Mo Ran up his waist, which was bent into a bow, and said lightly: "You and I have known each other for many years. Do you think I opened the door of convenience for Mr. Chang to pray for your old man? Mr. Chang is indeed a dragon among people, and his temperament is quite in my appetite. His future achievements are limitless. I am not allowed to make a good relationship early?"

Mr. Mo laughed three times when he heard this, praising his friend's eyes as bright as his forehead. Then he quietly entrusted a few words and returned to Qingyun.

The next morning, the monks in Hongyuan Temple were circulating a huge news: Mr. Chang, who had been in seclusion in the Great Vajra Secret Realm for more than half a month, actually practiced the Great Vajra Immortal Body with his cultivation level in the middle of the Golden Pill!

Monks do not lie, and the news that spread naturally can withstand meticulous slap. Many monks who had eaten with Chang Xi in Wuguan Hall were shocked. Those who could practice the immortal body of the Great Vajra in Hongyuan Temple were all masters and even masters of the God Transformation Realm. No one among the younger generation could withstand the terrifying power of the erosion of the void. Could it be that all the disciples in the top five sects were so fierce?

At this moment, more than a dozen monks kneading dough in the kitchen of Wuguantang, after hearing the words of the little monk Juechen, looked at each other in great seriousness, and then posted a notice of postponing lunch supply, and immediately threw themselves into the new battlefield.

In the Qingyouyuan, Chang Xi, who became the focus of the monks' mouths, woke up with vague thoughts. The first thought that came to his mind was so clear that he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the weak but full of energy spread far away.

"Hungry!"

Reshape the layout of meridians throughout the body and change the circulation of the sky in the void, and then practice the immortal body of the Vajra that is indestructible in all parts of the world. The perseverance and physical strength required are completely proportional. Now, Chang Xi's body is empty except for the spiritual power. If you don't eat anything, Chang Xi feels that he may starve to death on the spot in the next second.

A steaming white-floured steamed bun appeared in front of Chang Xi without any warning.

Chang Xi grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth like a demon. The two white-faced steamed buns as big as fists were wiped out in less than a blink of an eye. The starving ghost with red eyes turned his head and looked at the little monk Juechen holding a tray of steamed buns next to him, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little monk Juechen never imagined that someone could have such a terrifying look. He smiled dryly: "Young Master Chang, eat slowly, there are some steamed buns..."

The cage in his hand disappeared in an instant. Chang Xi, who was extremely hungry, thought it was too troublesome to eat steamed buns one by one, so he simply opened his mouth to the cage and let the steamed buns roll into his mouth. When the little monk Juechen saw this amazing scene, his mouth also opened into a big round shape. When he saw the cage, he was almost empty. In order to avoid the innocent himself becoming Mr. Chang's food, the little monk Juechen shook his steps and ran towards Wuguantang.

Hundreds of trays of steamed buns were sent into the yard. The remaining cages were no longer placed in the house. The monks with cages in their arms struggled to find a way out in the cages all over the courtyard. Seeing that many cages on the ground were bitten to pieces, and then they heard the terrible sound of a dragon chewing and swallowing in the house. They swallowed their dry throats and stepped into the house with a generous look on their faces.

Later, no one went to count how many trays of steamed buns the big eater in Qingyouliao Garden had eaten. Because the number was too large and it was impossible to count. The monks only knew that they had not had lunch or dinner that day, and the kitchen was still brightly lit in the middle of the night.

Many monks who were fortunate to see Chang Xi throw steamed buns into their mouths with cages, and they didn't understand how the physique of ordinary people was stuffed into so many things, like a human-shaped beast, just burying their heads and eating them wildly, and even their stomachs were not even a little round, as if the tens of thousands of steamed buns had gone to the void.

The sweeping monk who once led Chang Xi to visit Hongyuan Temple to look into Qingyouyuan Garden, with a strange light on his eyes and said with a faint smile: "Young Master Chang's eating is really terrifying. He is comparable to the old donor Mo Ran. He is both powerful characters who can eat and drink."

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect looked calm and looked at the sweeping monk beside him who was not seeking fame or profit but was actually the first person in Hongyuan Temple to cultivate. He shook his head and laughed and said, "What the senior brother said is not bad. The old donor Moran ate half of the wild game on Jingting Mountain alone, and Mr. Chang ate all the food for Hongyuan Temple one day alone. If he has a master, he will have a disciple. Maybe this Qingyun Mountain disciple can eat some more than others."

"Can you eat some? If there are a few more disciples like Mr. Chang in Hongyuan Temple who can eat some, then the monks of Hongyuan Temple may not have time to recite scriptures and Buddha every day, so they have to rub noodles and steam buns every day."

The old monk sweeping the floor smiled and his old eyes were filled with wise light.
Chapter completed!