"Amitabha."
A Buddhist proclamation was heard, and Sister Zhou, who was so frightened that her face turned pale, finally recovered from her shock.
"What happened?"
"What was that just now?!"
Whether it was the people in the live broadcast room or the people on the streets, they all had these two questions in their hearts.
Sister Zhou was shocked and subconsciously looked ahead.
The camera of her phone was also aimed at that area.
He saw Kong Ming standing there with a solemn expression, protecting the little girl.
He put his palms together and stood still like a mountain.
A faint golden light flashed on his body.
A three-meter-tall golden bell phantom appeared around him.
Not far from him.
"Kacha, kacha…"
With a series of crisp sounds, the entire front of the large truck caved in and was beyond recognition.
The broken parts fell down one after another.
Therefore, everyone was dumbfounded at this moment, so shocked that their jaws were about to fall off.
"What is this? Am I dreaming?”
"Golden Bell Shield Iron Skin? Oh my god!"
"Is this filming?"
"Isn't Sister Zhou fighting fraud? Are you sure this isn't a fantasy drama?"
"Is this world crazy, or am I crazy?”
The netizens who were watching the live broadcast could not believe what was happening in the live broadcast room.
Even the passersby were dumbfounded.
However, looking at the solemn figure in the distance, an indescribable sacred and Zen aura surged.
He was like an accomplished monk, making people unable to help but prostrate themselves in worship.
Was this really a fake monk?
Sister Zhou questioned from the depths of her soul.
There was an uproar on the street. Passersby took out their phones and took pictures of Kong Ming.
The bullet screen in the live broadcast room was full of "?？？”It was called out.
【？？？？？？】
【？？？？？？】
No one could believe what they were seeing.
Kong Ming didn't care about this.
He had come down the mountain this time with the intention of saving the world and helping the weak.
So what if he was exposed? He would be exposed sooner or later anyway.
He didn't care what the people around him thought.
He was a little suspicious of what had just happened.
The sudden appearance of this large truck was too strange.
After concentrating for a long time, he sighed.
"The world has changed greatly. Master ordered me to join the Demon Slaying Game. This is an opportunity.”
Kong Ming sighed in his heart as he thought of some things from before.
A few months ago, he suddenly transmigrated to this world and became a monk.
However, before he could be stunned, he had actually awakened a system-the God-level Deduction System.
He could deduce martial arts and many secret techniques, whether they were passed down or long lost.
It just so happened that his master had just given him a life-saving cultivation technique, the Golden Bell Shield.
When he opened the secret manual of Golden Bell Shield, the words in the book turned into golden light and surged into his mind.
Then, figures appeared in his mind.
The figure displayed a move, then turned into golden light and fused into his mind.
In just a few breaths of time, he actually grasped this move.
This made him overjoyed.
Golden Bell Shield was a Buddhist martial art.
However, it only existed in legends. Did people really succeed in cultivating it really exist?
This was something worth suspecting…
In the past, those senior brothers had to practice for at least a few years or even more than ten years to learn the Golden Bell Shield. However, even so, they were still unable to get into the basics...
In just a few breaths, he had actually mastered the Golden Bell Shield.
He also felt an unknown energy flowing through his body…
If he spent more time deducing and practicing, he might really be able to cultivate it.
In the next few months, he deduced the Golden Bell Shield and successfully cultivated it.
Now, it was already at the initial success stage.
The Golden Bell Cocoon was terrifying.
It could summon a golden bell phantom to block all damage.
Although it could only last for a few breaths, it was enough for him.
One had to know that Golden Bell Shield was an external technique.
Its successful cultivation also strengthened Liu Zimo's body again and again.
Until now…Liu Zimo could already feel that his body was as hard as iron.
However, he didn't expect that his master would discover it by accident when he took out the Golden Bell Shield…
However, not long after…
"Master, you, you want to chase me away?”
"Sigh." His master let out a long sigh and looked into the distance with his hands behind his back.
"Now that the world has changed greatly, I suspect that it's the recovery of spiritual qi…"
"Soon, this seemingly peaceful world will be ravaged by demons and devils…”
"Since you've learned something, you can go and restore your name.”
His master looked melancholic.
Kong Ming was stunned.
Revival of Spirit Qi?
Demons running amok?
The timing of his transmigration to this world was really a coincidence.
Master asked him to restore his secular name. Was this to cut off his connection with Buddhism?
Kong Ming's original name was Liu Zimo. When he was young, his parents died. His master sensed that he was destined to be a lonely star and led him into the Void Gate.
Now that he was going down the mountain, his master wanted him to renounce asceticism, so he changed his name back to the secular world.
"When you leave the mountain this time, you can go and find the Demon Slaying Bureau. With your current strength, you should be able to join them.”
"Demon Slaying Game? It feels very powerful?"
Liu Zimo felt that this should be a mysterious organization.
Moreover, he had never heard of it before.
However, since his master knew about it, it meant that this organization was not simple.
"The Demon Slayer Bureau is an organization recently established by the country. It once invited us Shaolin monks to be instructors and has some connections with us.”
"You must not disgrace our sect by joining them.”
Liu Zimo agreed.
To be honest, he had long been tired of the boring life on the mountain.
He couldn't wait to leave the mountain.
He was not willing to be a monk on this mountain for the rest of his life.
However, he still had to pretend in front of his master.
He showed a look of reluctance.
The next day, under the reluctance of his master and his senior brothers, he went down the mountain.
When he went down the mountain, he realized a very serious problem.
No money!
Poor.
He only had the Golden Bell Shield that he had cultivated to the minor success stage to protect his body, but he had to eat at least.
However, he couldn't use the Golden Bell Cocoon to show others that he could crush rocks with his chest.
Therefore, he thought of freeloading off others to earn a good name of 'begging for alms'. Occasionally, he would meet a beautiful woman and flirt with her…
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