Damen Temple, Li Zicheng.

Mu Zhengyang was sure that Li Zicheng's mysterious disappearance must be related to Damen Temple.

Dawn.

Mu Zhengyang got up and studied in the room. After Mingle finished his morning class, he came to invite Mu Zhengyang to have a meal at the dining hall.

There are seven or eight monks in the vegetarian hall eating breakfast, some are drinking porridge, some like to eat steamed buns, and some are eating vegetarian buns.

Mu Zhengyang had just stepped into the dining hall, and Mingle introduced to the people who were dining: "This is the friend of the host, Mu Zhengyang Mu, a lay Buddhist in Tiannan Mountain!"

Among the few people who were dining, the middle-aged monk wearing yellow monk robe with a protruding forehead was indifferent, as if he had not heard Mingle's words, while the others greeted Mu Zhengyang enthusiastically.

Mu Zhengyang responded with a smile, sat down and drank millet porridge.

"Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu..."

Before he saw the person, he heard the sound. Before the monk Yuantong had arrived at the vegetarian hall, the sound came to the vegetarian hall.

Mu Zhengyang ate very fast, and he drank millet porridge again, and he saw the bottom of a few mouthfuls of porridge.

Monk Yuantong took a big stroll into the dining hall, sat down next to Mu Zhengyang, and smiled heartily: "The food in this courtyard is simple, but I have enough food. Mr. Mu can eat it with his mouth!"

"The difference between the same person during the day and at night is so big?" Mu Zhengyang was a little surprised. When he saw Monk Yuantong last night, Monk Yuantong looked tired and his expression was a little cold. If he woke up in the morning, he was still enthusiastic and generous, which was similar to the impression he had left on him when he was in Tiannan Mountain. He smiled and said, "Master Yuantong, then I will eat openly!"

Yuantong laughed and picked up an empty bowl, scooped himself a full of porridge from the big iron bucket, and said, "Let's compete, who eats more!"

The others basically finished eating and looked at Mu Zhengyang and Monk Yuantong with interest.

Yuantong rolled up her sleeves as if the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, while Mu Zhengyang calmly and kindly, but in the blink of an eye, he drank five or six bowls of porridge.

The monks watching were stunned.

There are big bowls of sea in the dining hall, and it is their limit to drinking two bowls of porridge. However, this person is elegant but has such strong combat power. Can he hold five or six bowls of porridge in his stomach?

Monk Yuantong drank four bowls, and his belly was so swollen that it looked like a ball. He couldn't swallow the fifth bowl after taking it.

After Mu Zhengyang finished drinking the sixth bowl of porridge, Monk Yuantong put down the chopsticks in his hand, stared blankly at the bowl in front of Mu Zhengyang, and said, "Six Bowls? Mr. Mu, have you drunk six bowls?"

Ordinary people have limited stomach capacity, and two or three bowls of porridge can reach their throats, let alone six bowls of porridge.

But when a person's national martial arts attainment reaches a certain level, he will gradually gain the ability to control his own physical functions.

Monk Yuantong gathered all the energy and energy of the whole body in the stomach to increase the speed of the stomach digesting food. Porridge is another very easy to digest. He tried his best to barely drink four bowls, and the speed of the stomach digesting food was difficult to keep up with the speed of eating.

But Mu Zhengyang easily drank a whole of six bowls of porridge!

Monk Yuantong made this suggestion jokingly out of a whim, but the result was much beyond his expectations.

"It's just something I can eat!" Mu Zhengyang drank six bowls of porridge, his abdomen was still flat, and he said as if nothing had happened.

"No matter how much you can eat, you can't drink six bowls!" Monk Yuantong was still immersed in deep shock. He thought he had great achievements in national martial arts. Although he had not yet cooperated with Mu Zhengyang, he was sure that Mu Zhengyang's level was above him. He sincerely exclaimed, "I have really misunderstood. I thought Mr. Mu was only in calligraphy, but he didn't expect that his lower abdomen would remain flat after drinking six bowls of porridge. It can be seen that Mr. Mu's physical functions and control of physical functions have reached a very deep level. After all, he is a master of national martial arts!"

Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, neither denying nor admitting.

His health care meridian has entered the third level, and the internal energy of the internal organs is circulating again and again. Even if he eats a few bowls of porridge, he can still eat it.

"What boxing skills does Mr. Mu practice?"

Monk Yuantong felt that Mu Zhengyang had agreed and had achieved great success in national martial arts in his early twenties. He should have practiced excellent boxing skills, and there was no taboo thing to ask.

"It's considered the Mu family!"

"Is this from the ancestors?"

"Um!"

Mu Zhengyang said that it was derived by himself, and Monk Yuantong might also believe that Mu Zhengyang was ruling, so he responded according to Monk Yuantong's words.

Monk Yuantong was extremely surprised. There was a national martial arts family in Tiannan Mountains, and he took Mu Zhengyang outside the house.

Damen Temple was founded by a traveling monk. It has a set of fists to subdue demons and tigers, and it is extremely fierce in both the inside and the outside.

Monk Yuantong is the most talented person in Damen Temple in the past century. The Demon Subduing Tiger Fist has a very deep fire. His arms are wide open and closed like waving a demon subduing pestle, with a rushing momentum, and the whistling sound of breaking the wind can be heard faintly.

Which move did Monk Ren Yuantong use and from which angle did he attack?

Mu Zhengyang stood there, like a tree growing on the ground, but every move could accurately block Monk Yuantong's attack.

Half an hour later.

Pilgrims come to burn incense and worship Buddha one after another in the temple.

Monk Yuantong brewed a pot of tea, hid in the Zen room and chatted with Mu Zhengyang, and said with a smile, "It's so refreshing to have a master like Mu Jushi today!"

After hearing Yuantong's words, Mu Zhengyang said, "Master Yuantong's Dragon Subduing Tiger Fist is exquisite, and I have benefited a lot!"

Some of them were also thinking about observing the monk Yuantong's Zen room in secret. There was a huge Buddha character hanging in the center of the room. The paper roll turned yellow and seemed to have a long history. It looked very Buddhist.

Except for the strong sandalwood smell in the room, no other abnormalities were found.

But Mu Zhengyang had a sense of intuition that this Zen room was a bit strange.

Monk Yuantong personally poured a cup of tea for Mu Zhengyang and said, "Mr. Mu, why did he suddenly come to our temple last night?"

"I went to the hospital to visit a sick friend. I didn't catch the last bus back to Zhangshu Village. I walked to Damen Temple as I walked!"

Mu Zhengyang recalled the dream he had last night and guessed that the disorder of the spiritual qi in Damen Temple might be related to the King of Breaking Li Zicheng, but this was related to the secret of Damen Temple for hundreds of years. He did not rashly speak and remove the part of the qi looking at the top of the mountain.

"Speaking of this, if Mr. Mu didn't come to the door, I plan to go to Tiannan Mountain!"

"Is there something wrong?"

"I plan to change a plaque for Damen Temple. I want to ask Mr. Mu to mention a few words!"

Monk Yuantong asked without hiding it, looking forward to it.

"Yes!" Mu Zhengyang did not refuse.

"Haha, thanks to Mr. Mu!"

Monk Yuantong was so happy that his mouth was laughing, and immediately asked Mingle to bring a brush, rice paper, ink, and a one-meter-long wooden board.

Writing requires a brewing process, and the paper is used to warm up for Mu Zhengyang.
Chapter completed!