Chapter 33: The Indestructible Body of Vajra

  Although I'm not a two-faced Longjing girl, I still have some city manners.

  The one who can see through me at a glance, so far, except for my own glory, there is no other.

  Rong Hua can see through me at a glance, that's because he and I have been together for more than eight years. But what about this monster, who does he think he is?

  I have no choice but to admit it, I've encountered a great god again. The true identity of this monster is really making me curious.

  Listening to the monster's even and rhythmic breathing, I gradually fell asleep too.

  That night, I had a very strange dream.

  In my dream, I stood with Rong Hua in a vast expanse of snowy white land.

  Snowflakes fell one by one on his head, on his eyes, and on his shoulders.

  I wanted to reach out and brush off the snowflakes on his body, but before I could, he suddenly wrapped me in his arms.

  "Xun'er, you say I should deal with you in what way, how should I deal with you?"

  Why did the old monster suddenly say such strange words, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his eyes also had a hint of sadness.

  What should I do to make him happy and see a smile on his face again?

  I thought for a moment, and then I thought again, finally tiptoeing up to his lips with an extremely clumsy kiss.

  The old demon seemed to have not expected me to make this move, his expression stunned, and he was stunned for a long time.

  "Make me breakfast!"

  If you're going to make breakfast, then make breakfast! But can you let go of that dog's paw?!

  Disturbing my beautiful dream is one thing, but you even picked me up directly from the ground. At this time, it was just after dawn, just after dawn!

  This monster has fallen to this point today, it seems that he did it himself.

  Wait? Pick it up? This action, this action...

  Obviously it's not Ronghua, obviously it's not my old demon, but why did I just have a misunderstanding?

  "Tell me, who exactly are you?"

  Before I could finish speaking, I swiftly slapped the monster's chest with a backhand.

  The sky is vast and wide, the fields are endless, what kind of fate am I in?

  This palm strike didn't just fail to harm the monster in the slightest, but instead sent my body flying several meters away.

  "Is the Yuanjue Master of Shaolin Temple your father?"

  I gritted my teeth and said, blood flowing from the corner of my mouth down non-stop, my body also fell backwards.

  The most famous thing about Yuanjue Master of Shaolin Temple is not his excellent Buddhist scriptures explanation, but his indestructible body.

  In fact, Yuanjue Dashi's attainments in Buddhist studies are probably not even comparable to those of a casual sweeper monk at Shaolin Temple.

  Shaolin Temple has always been benevolent and rarely involved with the outside world of martial arts.

  Decades ago, a disciple of the Shaolin Temple unknowingly offended Gongzi Xingtian, the prince of the summit of Mount Kunlun, and was subsequently slaughtered by his disciples.

  Yuánjué Dàshī was precisely the one who emerged from that battle and successfully preserved the prestige and vitality of Shaolin Temple.

  After this battle, Yuanjue Master became the first abbot of the Precept Hall of Shaolin Temple.

  That palm's rebound almost shattered my internal organs.

  This monster, if it wasn't a practitioner of the Indestructible Body, then it must be the son or grandson of someone who was.

  Alas! I'm so regretful that my intestines have turned green, and they're still dark green.

  If I had known there would be today, I should have pestered the Great Demon King to death back then and let him teach me that Tathagata Palm or whatever palm it was.

  With the divine palm by my side, I don't believe I couldn't slap this monster to death with one palm.