"Drip."

"Mission completed, gain 10 points."

The system panel character twisted and refreshed.

【Westbound System】

[Name: Chen Xuan]

[Law name: Xuankong]

[Age: 16]

[Identity: Learner]

[Repair: Mortal (10/1000)]

[Current rage: 0]

[Rage Drain Range: Self]

[Current fist power level: simple punch (ordinary, mediocre), it takes a little rage to redeem]

[Remaining Punch Power: 0]

【Current Mission】

[Looking for a suitable big disciple, Sun Wukong; Quest reward, 100 repair points]

"There are still 990 cultivation points left before the realm is improved...... The road needs to be walked step by step, and the tasks have to come one by one, and I don't know what it is to be promoted to the top. ”

"How ordinary is this simple punch? If you have the chance, you must try it...... But after all, I am a monk and a good person in the tenth world, and it seems that my identity and temperament do not match my fists and feet. ”

"And with this new quest, the rewards have been significantly increased, huh? It seems that I can pick the Monkey King...... There should be tasks to select Zhu Bajie, Sha Monk, and Bailongma later. ”

Browsing through the system characters, Chen Xuan's thinking diverged.

Keep your eyes on your feet and imagine the future.

A grand blueprint for learning from the scriptures unfolded in his imagination.

With the assistance of the westbound system, there is also the memory cheating of the original time and space.

He couldn't help but look forward to how far he would grow after completing the scriptures.

"Disciple, let's go." Abbot Hanren's voice rang out, pulling Chen Xuan back to reality.

The old monk in charge of logistics came over and handed him a gray cloth baggage.

He knew what was inside, three changes of clothes and an iron bowl, which was very simple.

is also a scripture learner, and he is really different from Tang Seng in the original time and space in terms of treatment.

There was no emperor to see him off, no customs clearance documents, no purple gold bowls, and no treasures such as brocade robes, nine-ring tin rods, and golden hoops.

But he didn't envy that Tang Seng because he had a system.

……

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

The people who were sent off for ten miles said goodbye to Chen Xuanyi.

The two senior brothers cried even more, shedding tears of joy.

Looking at the grand send-off scene, Chen Xuan was full of emotion.

Yesterday, he was just a recent college graduate.

I just drank a little more wine on my birthday and came into the world that night.

Now I want to go to the west to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures.

"In that world, I haven't had time to say goodbye to my relatives and friends, but in this world, there are so many people seeing me off."

He sighed lightly in his heart, feeling the impermanence of life.

No matter how much attachment there is to the original time and space, there is nothing to be done.

"Goodbye, at least three years, at most twenty years, the little monk will return from Angelica."

Affected by the memory of the original owner, he was also a little reluctant in his heart.

After all, the dream of the original owner is to become the abbot, and then become a well-known archmage at home and abroad, I dare not say that Pudu sentient beings, at least let the Jinniu Temple be harmonious and healthy within a radius of 100 miles.

"Send you a thousand miles, and there will be a farewell."

"Go, Scripture Learner, when he returns, we will be here to greet him."

"Be careful along the way, don't be careless."

Under the entrustment of everyone, Chen Xuan accompanied the sun and went west step by step.

After walking more than ten miles, it was getting late, and he came to the famous Qingniu Town.

"Ding, ding, ding, bang."

"Pork is cheap."

"A new batch of silk cloth, the price is affordable, come and take a look."

"Yo, Lin Xianggong, you can count it."

There are people coming and going on the streets of Qingniu Town, iron shops, butcher shops, cloth villages, green buildings, inns, and all kinds of sounds are mixed with the smell of wine, meat, and fat powder.

Chen Xuan looked at the market, which was still basically the same, but the details seemed to be changing subtly.

From time to time, some people recognized Chen Xuan, and he called him the little master of Xuankong, and he replied one by one.

Soon, there was a noise and shouting ahead, which had already attracted many people.

He stepped forward with some confusion, and saw a bully leading three or five younger brothers, punching and kicking an old vendor.

The old man had a blue nose and swollen face, and begged for mercy, but the bully and his younger brothers had no intention of stopping.

Chen Xuan saw that he couldn't bully the old, weak, sick and disabled, so he became angry.

"Drip."

"The host's anger has been detected and has been automatically absorbed."

In an instant, his anger disappeared, and the whole person entered an inexplicable state of calm.

Although the bully continued to be violent, he could not be angry.

"Can anger only be generated once for the same event?" He was stunned.

On the system panel, the anger column is a little more angry.

"Didn't I want to try the power of a simple punch? That's a good opportunity. ”

He exchanged a simple punch and clenched his fist.

"Stop!"

As he drank, the surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked over and saw that it was a young monk, very handsome.

"It's him!"

"Who is he?"

"You don't know this, he is a good man in the tenth world, a little master of Xuankong, and the future host of Jinniu Temple."

"It's actually this monk, no wonder he has such a bearing......"

Everyone was taken aback, and the old man's dark eyes welled up with hope.

"Little mage, you clenched your fists, do you want to stand up for him?" Bullies disdain.

"Boss, the younger one heard that the Buddha is also angry, why don't we stand in a row and see if he can knock us down with one punch." A younger brother suggested.

The bully raised his eyebrows, and his eyes signaled that his little brothers were really standing behind the bully, and they were neatly clapped in a row.

"Your uncle......" Chen Xuan was a little speechless.

If a simple punch can knock out the bully in front of you, what about a row of people?

He was a little apprehensive.

Time passed slowly in silence.

Everyone thought he was brewing, and even the bullies and others gradually became cautious.

"With my appearance and prestige, as long as I make a move, everyone should take care of me......" He made a decision, closed his eyes slightly, and used a simple punch.

In an instant, a powerful force surged through his body, desperate to find an outlet.

"A simple punch."

He moved.

A punch hits the bully in the chest.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the bully platoon snorted in unison, fell to the ground in unison, and spurted blood in unison.

Is this really an easy punch?

Ordinary, ordinary?

Looking at the bullies who were twitching and wailing on the ground, with blood still hanging from the corners of their mouths, and obviously suffering internal injuries, they looked at the onlookers who were still in shock.

Chen Xuan felt that this system was too modest.

Such a violent punch, but only a simple punch.

Although it is nothing to the world of gods and demons, he is currently only a mortal and does not have a sufficient foundation in martial arts.

That's how he was, consuming a single rage, was able to throw such an astonishing punch.

Considering that the westbound system explicitly mentions punch power levels, the punches in the back should only be stronger.

"Do I want to travel to the west? Let the enemy come and go, and I only punch it. ”

Chen Xuan's heart was weird.

If he makes a name for himself in the west, will he be called a one-punch holy monk?

"The little mage of the Xuankong is good."

"He really deserves to be a good person in the tenth world, and he really deserves his reputation."

"We only know that the little master of Xuankong practices the Dharma, but we don't know that the little master of Xuankong is superior in martial arts."

There was admiration all around, only the bully and the others struggled to get up, their faces ugly.

Chen Xuan's eyes were cold, and he pressed the bully's shoulder.

"You...... What are you doing? The bully's eyes were horrified.

Chen Xuan approached the other party's ear and said in a low voice: "The poor monk has been preached by the Buddha in his dream, and he has a little magical power, if you continue to be evil, the poor monk will definitely surpass you." ”

The bully shuddered and left with his little brother, causing everyone to laugh.

A great benevolent man said on the spot that it was getting late and hoped that the little mage of Xuankong could stay at his house for a while.

Chen Xuan couldn't refuse and went with him.