This battle gave Gao Bo a new understanding of the strength of these monks.

It's not that Gao Bo deliberately let them, but the strength they show is really strong.

Not to mention anything else, just their tacit understanding, as long as eighteen people are present at the same time, the strength they show will not be weaker than any half-step Void Level master, and even a Void Level master may not be unable to fight.

And this is not because Gao Bo admits defeat, the reason why Gao Bo admits defeat is more mainly because his Shaoji Tianyang Fist was once again divided into eighteen forces by these monks at the moment of his shot, and they each bore it.

The Shaoji Tianyang Fist, which was seriously divided in strength, and the stick that was comparable to the attack of the master of the Void Realm, the two were contrasted, and the disparity between them was self-evident, if it wasn't for the last moment, Gao Bo directly used the power of the Divine Dragon's awakening to forcibly retreat, he would have to suffer from this stick, and in this way, he would still lose.

"Hehehehehe. Only then did the mentally handicapped master slowly walk up to Gao Bo from above, stroked his beard and smiled: "Donor, how is it?"

Gao Bozuo said: "It's because I don't have enough knowledge. ”

The mentally handicapped master smiled: "Actually, it's just that the donor didn't touch their door, if you continue to fight for a long time, they are not your opponents at all, you suffer this time, it's just that you haven't experienced such a fight in the past." ”

Gao Bo sighed: "They can train the tacit understanding to this extent, it is really an eye-opener for me, my offensive will be divided into eighteen parts by them, and their offensive can be gathered at one point, Dayun Temple, it is really powerful!"

The mentally handicapped master smiled: "Although the donor's strength is strong, he still doesn't know the magic of unloading and cohesion, and this is exactly what the old man wants to tell the donor." ”

"The mystery of the human body, the complexity of the body, how can only eighteen people be compared, if the donor can remove the enemy's offensive when resisting the enemy, and can concentrate his own strength more intensively in one place, can the donor's strength be further improved?"

"This ...... Can it be done?" Gao Bo wondered.

"Why can't I, a group of talented and dull apprentices, still be able to do it, with the benefactor's qualifications, I believe it will be understood in a few days. ”

"Thank you Master for enlightening!" Gao Bo bowed deeply to the mentally handicapped master.

The mentally handicapped master smiled: "The donor doesn't need to be polite, compared to the contribution made by the donor to Huaxia, a temple like Dayun Temple, which can only be hidden in the mountains, is dwarfed." ”

"Donor come with me again, and I'll take you to meet someone. ”

"Who are you seeing?" asked Gao Bo.

"Go see Lao Gu's junior brother, Zhikong. The mentally handicapped master said, and then took Gao Bo to the most hidden mansion in the Dayun Temple, that is, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Dayun Temple.

"What does Master Zhikong do?" asked Gao Bo on the way.

"Let him help you comprehend the way of martial arts. The mentally handicapped master said, and as he spoke, the two walked to the front of the Scripture Pavilion.

"Donor, please, my junior brother doesn't like to see people, so I won't go to see him. The mentally handicapped master then said, turning his head and wanting to leave.

"Wait. Gao Bo hurriedly shouted.

"What else is the matter with the benefactor?" the mentally retarded master asked, turning his head.

"This Zhikong master is in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, you tell me what kind of person he is, I'll go up and deal with it." Gao Bo laughed.

"Amitabha!" said the mentally handicapped master, "Although this Zhikong master is a disciple of the old man, but when it comes to cultivation, he is far more powerful than the old man, if it weren't for his addiction to Zen and dislike to discipline others, this abbot position should have been his." ”

"No, I'm not asking you this, I'm asking you, what is the personality of this Zhikong master?" Gao Bo asked.

"Character?" The mentally handicapped master was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhikong has a strange personality and acts in a whimsical manner, but he is consistent with the donor, I think you two will definitely hit it off." ”

With that, the mentally retarded master left.

"Weird personality?"

After seeing the mentally handicapped master leave, Gao Bo muttered, then shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and turned his head and walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the Scripture Pavilion, Gao Bo found that this Scripture Pavilion was even bigger than he had imagined, with books layered in it and surrounded by circles, like a small labyrinth.

There are many books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Gao Bo can see all kinds of Buddhist classics from here, as well as books on self-cultivation, and can also see all kinds of martial arts secrets that everyone knows about martial arts, as well as some martial arts secrets that are not famous but look very powerful.

Of course, times are advancing, and modern books are also lined up on the shelves on the other side, of all kinds.

"What a great place. Gao Bo couldn't help but sigh.

The fact that this mentally handicapped master can open up such an important place and let him come and go at will is enough to show that he is open-minded and uninhibited.

Bang.

Bang bang.

Just as he was sighing, Gao Bo suddenly heard several strange noises coming from upstairs.

"Is it Master Zhikong?" Gao Bo muttered, and quickly stepped up the stairs, turning his head and walking towards the second floor.

Compared with the grandeur and magnificence of the first floor, the second floor is much simpler, and the space is much smaller than the first floor.

On the second floor, Gao Bo could clearly hear the sound of books being flipped, and the sound of books being thrown on the floor.

He followed the sound of flipping books, and soon found Master Zhikong, who was flipping through books, and the books scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the Zhikong Master in front of him, Gao Bo couldn't help but be speechless.

If there is anyone in this Great Cloud Temple who is more informal than the mentally handicapped master, it must belong to this Zhikong master.

Dressed in a black robe, he smelled rancid, and even had messy hair, sitting on the ground, leaning against the bookshelf, constantly looking at the books, and when he was fascinated by the ground, he couldn't help but lick his fingers, and then make a finger print on the book.

"Ahem!" Seeing that this Zhikong master was reading and reading with relish, he didn't notice Gao Bo's arrival at all, and Gao Bo could only cough twice to indicate his arrival.

"Are you a master of Zhikong?"

Master Zhikong then turned his head and asked, "Who are you, how do you know my name?"

"I'm Gao ......" Gao Bo was about to answer, when Master Zhikong came over and pulled Gao Bo over and sat down.

"Come, come, sit down, sit down, I've found a lot of things, and I'm worried that no one will share them. ”

"I'll go!" After getting closer, Gao Bo found that the black robe on the Zhikong Master was not black at all, but was stained black by the dirt on his body, and his hair, it seems, was obviously because he stayed in the Scripture Pavilion all year round, and with the passage of time, it grew naturally, without a trace of care.

"Master, how many years have you been here?" Gao Bo couldn't help but ask.

"How many years?" Master Zhikong was stunned when he heard this, and said, "I don't know, it's been many years anyway, and I forget how many years it is." ”

"Ouch, don't say how many years I've been here, come on, come on, come and see, what is recorded in this book is really wonderful. ”

"Wonderful?" Gao Bo was stunned for a moment, and took the book handed to him by Master Zhikong.

(End of chapter)