At that moment, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's astonishment simply couldn't be described in words.
He was a True Venerated. Although he had reached this realm by eating the Heavenly Dao broccoli that Brother Ling had enlightened, his current strength had indeed reached an extraordinary realm.
As far as Earth cultivators were concerned, his current battle strength was second only to Immortal Zhenyuan's.
However, what surprised him was …
He was at the True Sovereign Realm.
Coupled with the hand speed and explosive power that he had accumulated after being single for more than 2000 years.
Using his dominant hand, he was actually unable to move the door of the Kai Guang Temple at all.
"This Zen Master Golden Lamp is indeed extraordinary …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said to himself.
On the way to the Kaiguang Temple, he had always had doubts about the identity of this Master Jin Deng.
After all, there were countless swindlers in the pugilistic world these days.
And the false believers who swindled money and women in the name of religion were even more rampant.
Golden lamp.
It was a Buddhist name that he had never heard of.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had thought that it wasn't a big deal.
However, he now realized that he was wrong.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal instantly understood that this Kaiguang Temple gate was probably this Zen Master Golden Lamp's test for him.
If he couldn't enter the temple, then this trip would be in vain.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had no choice but to look serious.
He took a deep breath.
In the next moment, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's palm glowed brightly.
The pure blue spirit light was like a layer of coating, firmly wrapping around his palm.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal hadn't done this casually.
Since he was seeking an audience with a Buddhist Zen master, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal naturally had to show his attitude.
The experience he had accumulated from traveling the world and courting death everywhere was of great help to him at this moment.
Because of this, even though Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal wasn't a disciple of the Buddhist Sect, he could rely on the experience he had accumulated everywhere to display the unique techniques of each sect.
And now, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was using it.
It was the Merciful and Compassionate Palm that he had learned from an eminent Shaolin monk.
This was a Water Element Palm Technique, and it emphasized on the gentle force of the spring breeze and rain.
The seemingly soft palm was extremely bewildering.
But when it really landed, it would produce an explosive power!
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had already mastered this palm.
His palm emitted a nourishing force that was compatible with all living things, causing the flowers and plants in the mud nearby to grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even the tree in the monastery was affected by the fluctuations of the palm. Its tall branches suddenly grew horizontally and extended out of the monastery.
Just as Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was about to bring down his palm —
Inside the temple, Zen Master Golden Lamp's voice came again. "Immortal, please come in. I'm afraid the door of my temple will be destroyed if you hit it."
"Yes."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal bowed at the door and quickly withdrew his palm energy.
At the same time, he saw that the gate of the Kaiguang Temple was slowly opening.
This monastery was very small, and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal didn't see anyone else. There was a copper incense burner in the middle of the courtyard, which faced the Hall of Great Strength.
A monk with a ring scar on his head and wearing an old kasaya was striking a wooden fish inside.
"Greetings, Master."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal hadn't seen Master Jin Deng's true face.
Looking at the monk's back from a distance at the threshold, he bowed respectfully with his hands in front of his chest.
"You don't have to be so polite, Senior Immortal. Let's talk inside." Zen Master Golden Lamp smiled.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal then stepped through the threshold.
In a split second, he felt an immense pressure that made it hard for him to breathe.
These floor tiles …
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal realized that the floor tiles he was standing on had probably been blessed by this Zen Master Golden Lamp.
But while this pressure was fierce, it didn't stop Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal in his tracks.
It was only twenty meters from the door to the Hall of Great Strength; it was a very short yet very far distance.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal hadn't expected it to be so difficult.
If a True Immortal had come here, he probably wouldn't have been able to take a single step …
Five minutes later, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal arrived at the main hall.
With the pressure gone, he felt as if dozens of mountains had been lifted off his shoulders, and he instantly felt relaxed.
"Have I passed the master's test?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal asked with a wry smile.
The monk in front of him was unexpectedly younger than he had imagined, and didn't have white hair and beard as described in the legends.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal found this strange.
That Doctor Liu Min had clearly said that Zen Master Golden Lamp was very old.
"It's not really a test, because I already knew that Senior Immortal would definitely be able to walk through my atrium."
The monk knocked on the wooden fish and said unhurriedly, "The Hall of Great Strength is usually never open to outsiders, and worshippers only light incense in the censer."
"Won't worshippers feel pressured when they step inside?"
"Their realms aren't high enough, so they won't be able to sense it. On the contrary, the higher their realms, the harder it is for them to walk through the atrium outside the hall. "
Zen Master Golden Lamp smiled. "There are 3,910 floor tiles in this monastery, and each one represents this poor monk's reincarnation."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's eyes widened when he heard this.
One floor tile represented one reincarnation?
If that was the case, how long on earth had this Zen Master Golden Lamp been alive?
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't help thinking of someone.
To have such an identity …
Could he be the ancestor of the Wang family whom Wang Zhen had mentioned, the founder of Heavenly Dao, Dao Ancestor Wang?
But this was just Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's guess.
He had previously suspected that Dao Ancestor Wang was Wang Ling.
But Wang Ling had denied it.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't help asking, "Since great master already knew that I would come, do you know why I'm here …"
"Of course I do. For the sake of a young lady's life, you were entrusted by someone to spy on me. "
"Please don't blame me, great master …"
"Senior Immortal, there's no need to panic." Zen Master Golden Lamp smiled. "I've been spied on countless times in my one thousand reincarnations, and I'm already used to it. Senior Immortal can already be considered the most polite one. When you open the door, you even know to greet me with my Buddhist palm technique. "
"Great master, you flatter me …"
"This poor monk has been in this Kaiguang Monastery for many years, and has blessed a lot of light for himself as well as for other people. Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. As a monk, it's only natural that we do our best to save others. "
When Zen Master Golden Lamp said this, the hand he used to knock on the wooden fish paused. "But this time, this poor monk has a condition …"
"Great master, please speak your mind."
"I want something from Senior Immortal's body."
"What is it?"
"Your eyes."
"My eyes?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was startled.
"No, the one that someone gave you."
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