Damen Temple, Li Zicheng.

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

Dawn.

Mu Zhengyang got up to read in the room, and Mingle came to invite Mu Zhengyang to the dining hall after finishing the morning class.

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

As soon as Mu Zhengyang stepped into the dining hall, Mingle introduced to a few people who were dining: "This is a friend of the host, Tiannan Mountain Mu Zhengyang Mu Jushi!"

Among the several people at the meal, the middle-aged monk wearing a yellow monk's robe with a protruding forehead bone looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard Mingle's words, and the others greeted Mu Zhengyang warmly.

Mu Zhengyang responded with a smile and sat down to drink millet porridge.

"Shepherds, Shepherds......"

Before anyone heard his voice, the Yuantong monk had not yet arrived in the dining hall, but the voice reached the dining hall.

Mu Zhengyang ate very fast, and he drank millet porridge, and he bottomed out in a few mouthfuls of a bowl of porridge.

Monk Yuantong strode into the dining hall, sat down next to Mu Zhengyang, and said with a hearty smile: "The food in this hospital is simple, but it is full, although the herdsman is let go of eating!"

"The same person, the difference between day and night is so big?", Mu Zhengyang was a little strange, 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 alive and enthusiastic, and the impression he left on Tiannan Mountain was similar, so he smiled and said: "Master Yuantong, then I will eat openly!"

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

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

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

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

The hall is full of big bowls, and it is the limit for them to drink two bowls of porridge, but this person has such a strong fighting power with an elegant temperament, can five or six bowls of porridge fit in the stomach?

Monk Yuantong drank four bowls, his belly swelled like a ball, and he couldn't swallow the fifth bowl after taking a bite.

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?

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

But when a person's attainment in national arts reaches a certain level, he will slowly have the ability to control his own body functions.

Monk Yuantong is to concentrate the whole body energy in the stomach, improve the speed of stomach digestion of food, porridge is a very easy to digest food, he tried his best to barely drink four bowls, the speed of stomach digestion of food is difficult to keep up with the speed of eating.

Mu Zhengyang easily drank a full six bowls of porridge!

Monk Yuantong made this suggestion jokingly out of whim, and the result was greatly unexpected to him.

"You can eat it!", Mu Zhengyang drank the porridge of the six sea bowls, his abdomen was still flat, and said casually.

"No matter how much you can eat, you can't drink six bowls!", the Yuantong monk was still immersed in deep shock, he thought that he was quite accomplished in the national arts, although he had not yet partnered with Mu Zhengyang, but he was sure that Mu Zhengyang's level was above him, and he sincerely admired, "The poor monk really looked away, I thought that the Mu Jushi was only accomplished in calligraphy, but I didn't expect that after drinking six bowls of porridge, the lower abdomen was still flat, it can be seen that Mr. Mu's physical function and control of physical functions have reached a very deep realm, after all, he is a master of national art!"

Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, and did not deny or admit it.

His body cultivation meridian has entered the third level, and the internal qi of the five internal organs and six internal organs circulate repeatedly, even if he eats a few bowls of porridge, he can still eat it.

"Which boxing technique does Mr. Mu practice?"

Monk Yuantong felt that Mu Zhengyang had acquiesced, and he had great achievements in national art in his early twenties, and he should practice the best boxing technique, and he didn't care about taboo things and asked.

"It's a herdsman!"

"This is an ancestral heirloom?"

"Hmm!"

Mu Zhengyang said that he deduced it himself, and the Yuantong monk might also think that Mu Zhengyang was shirking, so he responded to the words of the Yuantong monk.

Monk Yuantong was very surprised in his heart, there was still a family of national arts in Tiannan Mountain, and he took Mu Zhengyang outside the house.

The Damen Temple was established by a wandering monk, and there is a set of demon subduing and tiger fists that have been handed down, and the internal and external cultivation is extremely strong.

Yuantong monk is the most talented person in the Damen Temple in the past hundred years, the demon subduing tiger fist has a very deep fire, the arms are open and closed as if waving the demon pestle, with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, and the whistling wind can be faintly heard.

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

Mu Zhengyang stood in place, like a tree growing on the ground, but every time he made a move, he could accurately block the attack of the Yuantong monk.

Half an hour later.

In the temple, pilgrims come one after another to worship the Buddha.

Monk Yuantong made a pot of tea, hid in the meditation room and chatted with Mu Zhengyang, and said with a smile, "Today, there is a master like Mu Jushi to spar, it's so enjoyable!"

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

There is also a part of the mind in the secret observation of the Yuantong monk's meditation room, in the center of the room hangs a huge Buddha character, the yellowing of the paper scroll seems to have a long history, looking very Buddhist charm.

Except for the strong smell of sandalwood in the room, no other anomalies were noted.

But Mu Zhengyang had an intuition that this meditation room was a bit strange.

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

"I went to the hospital to visit a sick friend, I didn't catch the last train back to Zhangshu Village, and walked to Damen Temple!"

Mu Zhengyang recalled the dream he had last night, and guessed that the disorder of the earth qi spirit center of the Damen Temple might be related to Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang, but this was related to the secret of the Damen Temple for hundreds of years, so he did not rashly open his mouth and removed the part of the qi on the top of the mountain.

"Speaking of which, if the shepherd doesn't come to the door, the poor monk also plans to go to Tiannan Mountain!"

"Something?"

"The poor monk plans to change a plaque for the Damen Temple, and I want to ask Mr. Mu to mention a few words!"

Monk Yuantong didn't hide it, and asked expectantly.

"Yes!", Mu Zhengyang did not refuse.

"Haha, thanks to the shepherd!"

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

Writing requires a brewing process, and the paper is given to Mu Zhengyang to warm up.

Mu Zhengyang spread the rice paper on the wooden board, dipped the pen in the ink, and directly wrote the three big characters of 'Damen Temple'.