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37 Was there really such a mighty figure in this world?

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Looking at Yao Shiyu who was driving away, Chen Yi's gaze fell on Xu Tian who was walking.

"Um…I'm afraid you'll have to wait for another few dozen days before you can see the eminent monk.”

Chen Yi muttered in her heart and immediately ran to chase after Little Shami Ming Jing and the others.

More than 200 people walked together, creating a unique scenery on the road.

After more than 20 days of walking, Xu Tian and the others finally reached the plateau.

Here, the terrain was flat, and the green grass stretched as far as the eye could see.

At a glance, it really felt like the sky was gray, the earth was vast, and the wind was blowing the grass.

At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, and the entire plateau was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The lush green grass was covered in a layer of pale gold by the afterglow of the setting sun.

It was so beautiful, as if Wang Yang's sea was shining with golden light.

When the wind blew, the grass was like a wave.

"Let's rest here tonight.”

Xu Tian scanned his surroundings and found that the field of vision here was very wide. To a certain extent, he could know many potential dangers in advance.

"Yes, alright." Chen Yi opened her arms and faced the direction of the wind.

A gentle breeze blew, and her hair danced in the wind.

At this moment, Chen Yi was like a fairy from the sky, very beautiful.

Zhang Dewei stood not far away and raised his phone. He aimed it at Chen Yi's back under the setting sun and snapped a beautiful photo.

The next moment, Chen Yi was practicing Arhat Fist, which Xu Tian had taught them, under the setting sun.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Dewei turned on the live broadcast on his mobile phone, placed it on the mountaineering bag, and aimed it at Chen Yi in the distance.

They had already learned thirty-five of the sixty-eight Arhat Fists, more than half of them.

Under Chen Yi's lead, one of them started practicing martial arts, while the other two started practicing martial arts…

In the end, the person who had learned the thirty-five moves of the Arhat Fist actually chose to practice martial arts on his own.

Under the setting sun, hundreds of people actually managed to move in unison without anyone supervising them.

"F * ck, this scene is too beautiful.”

"Practicing martial arts under the setting sun feels so good.”

"This reminds me of Brother Jie's movie, the opening scene of Huang Feihong. Thousands of people practicing martial arts in the evening.”

"Looking at their background, it's so wide. It should be a grassland.”

"It's the grasslands, not the grasslands. I didn't run for nothing. (Excited)"

"Brother, have you already met the eminent monk?”

"Not yet, I'm waiting in Xizang. You don't know, there are already tens of thousands of people waiting for Senior Monk Wuchen here.”

"F * ck, is it too late for me to book the tickets now?”

"I don't know. Anyway, the senior monk hasn't arrived yet.”

"I'll stop talking. I'll quit buying tickets and pack my clothes. Goodbye, everyone."

"I f * cking bought tickets for tonight and rushed over overnight.”

…………

On the other side of the plateau, in the middle of a large basin surrounded by a few high peaks, stood a palace.

The palace was like a bright pearl, standing on the top of the Red Mountain in the northwest of the Lhasa City.

The palace was built against the mountain, and the buildings overlapped. It was composed of the White Palace and the Red Palace. Potala Palace.

As expected of a city with the reputation of Sunlight City.

Under the setting sun, the entire Lhasa City was shining with gold, as if it was a gold market.

There was an endless stream of cars on the road, and people came and went on the streets.

In the past half a month, the number of people pouring into Lhasa City had increased several times.

"So Senior Monk Wuchen and the others haven't arrived in Lhasa City yet.”

"How did you know?"

"Look at Zhang Dewei's live broadcast. They are practicing martial arts on the grassland.”

"Let me see."

"F * ck, how shocking…"

"Where are they? How far are they from Tibet?”

"If you ask me, I'll f * cking ask the gods. I came here with you. How could I know if you don't know?”

On the street, two young men were watching Zhang Dewei's live broadcast and talking loudly.

This instantly attracted many people.

These people were all here to learn kung fu from Xu Tian.

They squeezed in one by one. When they saw the name of the host, they left and entered the live broadcast to watch.

"F * ck, this live broadcast has already been watched by five million people. Force. Ah!"

"What's the name of this set of punches they're using?”

"It seems to be Arhat Fist."

"Host, where are you? Where is it?"

"Tell me the address, streamer."

In the live broadcast room, the viewers sent bullet comments asking the streamer to tell them the location.

Moreover, many big streamers also tried to connect with Zhang Dewei.

However, no one answered.

Because at this moment, Zhang Dewei was still practicing martial arts.

………

In the main hall of the Jokhang Temple.

Three eminent monks draped in kasayas brought a few disciples to worship the Jue A Buddha statue sincerely.

At this moment, two eminent monks of Tibetan Buddhism walked into the hall.

They were wearing purple-red monk dresses that reached their feet, a vest, and a purple-red cloak that was two and a half times their length.

They were the abbot of the Jokhang Temple, the Dawa trumpet and the Zhuoma trumpet.

"Hello, Dawa Loudspeaker."

Among the three monks in kasaya, one of them, who was slightly older, hurriedly greeted the Jokhang Temple Master.

"Greetings, Master Xuanzhi." Dawa Loudspeaker bowed with one hand and asked,""Why did the three masters rush to the Jokhang Temple?”

The senior monk called Master Xuanzhi said,""I wonder if the Dawa Loudspeaker has ever heard of a person called Monk Wu Chen.”

"Never heard of it." Dawa Loudspeaker frowned and shook his head.

He had indeed never heard of Senior Monk Wu Chen and was not lying.

"We've never seen this Senior Monk Wuchen before either. We've only seen people taking videos and live broadcasts of him.”

"In the video, when this eminent monk Wu Chen chanted sutras and meditated, did the Buddha light shine?”

"There were even mighty figures who blocked the out-of-control van with their bare hands and stepped on the air.”

Hearing Master Xuanzhi's words, the expressions of the two abbot of the Jokhang Temple became uglier and uglier.

"Is there really such a mighty person in this world?"”

"Sigh, we don't know if it's an entertainment company's packaging or if it's really an accomplished monk.”Master Xuanzhi continued,"

"A long time ago, this eminent monk Wuchen taught a set of fist techniques to others. It was indeed the authentic Arhat Fist.”

"Moreover, this Senior Monk Wuchen is on his way to Tibet. The three of us came from Mount Wutai overnight for this Senior Monk Wuchen.”

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