Chapter 1778

"Benefactor, why have you come today?"

Jingnan finally realized that he had been led by Chen Guanlou the whole time, controlled by the other party throughout.

After coming to his senses, he wanted to regain the home-field advantage. He reminded the other party that a guest should follow the host's customs, how could he be the guest who acts like the host. This is the behavior of a malicious guest!

Chen Guanlou picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Daxiang Temple's tea is just not as good as Baoguo Temple's. After all, it has declined. Master Liechen has been dead for ten years, right."

"More than that! It has been ten years and one!"

"Monk, you remember it clearly. Look at my memory, I had long forgotten."

"What exactly does the benefactor want to do?" Jingnan almost fell for it again, following the other party's rhythm and going astray. Fortunately, he pulled it back in time.

Chen Guanlou put down the teacup, "I feel it's not worth it for Daxiang Temple! Coming here today, one is to burn incense and thank the Buddha for his protection, my little nephew's condition has improved. So, if you are sick, you should ask a doctor to prescribe medicine to treat the illness, rather than seeking the protection of illusory gods and Buddhas. Secondly, I want to see Master Liaowu; I don't know if I have this honor!"

Jingnan said expressionlessly, "I am sorry to disappoint you, Benefactor; my master is in seclusion and will not receive visitors."

"Master Liaowu has profound cultivation, does he still need to be in seclusion?" Chen Guanlou was very surprised.

"The martial path has no end. No matter how high the martial cultivation is, if you haven't reached the end for one day, you cannot slack off for one day. Benefactor, don't you need to be in seclusion?"

"I am a lazy person who likes to enjoy life, and I can't stand the hardship of seclusion. So I rarely go into seclusion to comprehend. Let nature take its course! As long as I reach a certain step on the martial path, it's fine; I don't force it."

"What a 'don't force it'. Benefactor's realm is truly extraordinary!"

"Monk, don't praise me." Chen Guanlou smiled, "You just said that the martial path has no end; can you explain it in detail."

"Life is short. Throughout one's life, one may not be able to reach the end of the martial path. Compared to a limited lifespan, the martial path naturally has no end."

Oh!

Chen Guanlou made a sudden realization expression, but he obviously didn't quite agree.

"Master Liaowu is a grandmaster, and his lifespan is said to be several hundred years. With several hundred years of time, isn't it enough to reach the end of the martial path?"

"Obviously, Benefactor, you don't know much about the martial path. You are in a state of half-understanding." Jingnan the monk smiled rarely; finally, there was something Chen Guanlou was not good at.

Chen Guanlou nodded in admission, humbly asking for advice, "I don't have a master, and I have always been exploring and practicing by myself. My understanding of the martial path also comes from hearsay. Monk, can you clear up my confusion?"

Jingnan the monk cleared his throat and said seriously, "Below the fifth rank, a warrior's lifespan is not superior compared to ordinary people. Practicing the martial path involves many hidden injuries on the body, which damages lifespan. Below the fifth rank, the lifespan is not even as long as an ordinary person who dies of old age.

Above the fifth rank, up to the ninth rank, it barely exceeds the lifespan of ordinary people. It is recorded that there was once a ninth-rank peak warrior who lived to be one hundred and twenty years old. This is the longest-lived ninth-rank warrior. Most ninth-rank warriors can easily live to be a hundred. But few exceed one hundred and twenty years old."

Chen Guanlou frowned, very disdainful.

A mere one hundred and twenty years, tsk... there is nothing rare about a ninth-rank warrior.

Jingnan didn't know what he was thinking and continued, "Stepping into the grandmaster realm, the lifespan finally gets a substantial increase, and one can live to be two hundred years old. If one can step into the late peak of the grandmaster realm, the lifespan is expected to break through three hundred years. If it is a great grandmaster, as far as this poor monk knows, so far only the royal ancestor has truly touched the threshold of a great grandmaster. However, whether he has stepped into the great grandmaster realm, this poor monk does not know."

"What is the lifespan of a great grandmaster?"

"Rumor, it is just a rumor, it cannot be taken as true. It is said that stepping into the great grandmaster realm, the lifespan is as long as five hundred. This poor monk also doesn't know if it is true or false."

Chen Guanlou said 'oh', three hundred years, five hundred years, at least it's a bit interesting.

"Are there any grandmasters who have lived to be three hundred years old?"

Jingnan thought for a while and shook his head decisively, "No!"

"So certain. Could it be that there are no hidden world big shots?"

Hearing this, Jingnan laughed out loud. It seemed he was laughing at the other party's naivety and stupidity, "The resources required by a grandmaster are double that of a ninth-rank warrior. Hidden world big shots not showing their faces doesn't mean they don't need cultivation resources. As long as there is movement on the market, their whereabouts can be found. How can there be hidden world big shots!"

Makes some sense.

"According to what you mean, the so-called three hundred years is just a theoretical lifespan, not an actual lifespan."

This is like the theoretical lifespan of a human being being one hundred and twenty, but in reality, ninety-nine percent of people can only live to be seventy or eighty. There is also a batch of cattle and horses who go to see Marx at thirty or forty.

Alas!

Painful!

Sad!

Jingnan kept a straight face and said nothing.

Chen Guanlou seemed not to understand the look on his face and continued to ask, "People eat grains, and it is inevitable to get sick. Every time you get sick, it can be understood as consuming theoretical lifespan. Warriors are often injured and consume more. Theoretically three hundred years, consuming and consuming, in the end, it becomes two hundred and fifty. Or even only two hundred. This is why everyone has never seen a grandmaster who lived to be three hundred years old, right?"

Jingnan picked up the teacup and drank tea in large gulps, appearing somewhat nervous and at a loss.

On the other hand, Chen Guanlou laughed, "Monk, you don't have to be so nervous; I'm just putting forward my own insights, it cannot be taken as true. I don't know how long Master Liaowu's seclusion will take? I truly want to pay a visit."

"I don't know!" Jingnan was concise; he had reason to suspect that Chen Guanlou harbored malicious intentions and was destroying his Dao heart.

Amitabha!

He must stick to his Dao heart, never be confused by external objects, and even less be confused by Chen Guanlou's crooked theories.

He is the most loyal believer of the Buddha!

Seeing this, Chen Guanlou knew that he had spoken too densely today, making the other party vigilant.

It doesn't matter!

He doesn't care!

"Monk, you seem to value Buddhist law more, and not martial cultivation. I see your talent is not bad, but your martial cultivation doesn't match your talent. Monk, you really want to be an enlightened high monk! I wish you get what you want one day and become a high monk known to the world!"

"I accept the benefactor's auspicious words! This poor monk became a monk at a young age, and in my heart, there is only the Buddha. Practicing the martial path is just for the convenience of walking outside. I know a little bit of fists and kicks, at least I can save my life at a critical moment."

"Well said! As long as you don't swindle and deceive, and don't indiscriminately force people to become monks, I will acknowledge that you are a good monk. Otherwise, it is bewitching the crowd, which is shameful!"

Jingnan the monk's face was very ugly, "Amitabha, Benefactor, you have prejudices."

"Not so! It's you, Monk, whose heart is too vicious! It's not easy for a family to raise a child, and before they have a family, and still have worries, you force people to become monks. This is a typical manifestation of selfishness and greed. You only care about the Buddha, not the ethics of the world. You met me, it's your luck. Because I won't easily make a move. If you met someone with a bad temper, you would have already been beaten to death."

Chen Guanlou was talking nonsense with a straight face.

He swore to destroy Jingnan the monk's Dao heart.

Jingnan desperately recited scriptures, holding Buddhist beads, but his heart still couldn't calm down.

He opened his eyes suddenly:

Evil thief!

Don't even think about destroying my Dao heart!