Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 225: Chapter 122: Shut It Down, It’s Pointless

Just as the group of ghosts were doubting their ghostly existence, a bald ghost with a shiny head walked towards the training ground.

Lu Wenwu activated his Eye of Insight to see, and this bald ghost turned out to be an S+ Level Buddhist monk, an absolutely top-notch expert.

For some reason, after his death, he didn’t go to the Western Paradise but instead came to this Hell.

“Amitabha Buddha.” Elder Yuantong recited a Buddhist mantra, “Young friend, this old monk is Huixiong, pleased to meet you.”

“What guidance does the master have?”

Lu Wenwu clasped his fists in salute, resisting the urge to ask if he also had two fellow disciples named “Zhongtong” and “Shentong.”

Yuantong waved his hand; “Nothing much, just passing by the training ground earlier, saw the overwhelming Evil Qi here, and got curious, so I came to have a look. In this old monk’s view, though young friend is shrouded in boundless Evil Qi, you are not a bloodthirsty person. Good, good.”

The ghost soldier civil servants: “???”

Master!

Do you even hear what you’re saying?

We don’t know much about Buddhist Technique, but don’t fool us!

This guy has slaughtered a World every time he sees one, and he’s not bloodthirsty?

That Ghost General seemed very respectful to Yuantong, after giving a salute he asked: “Master, do you know why this… this Violent Dragon is so fierce? If we could promote this to all Yin Soldiers in the future, wouldn’t our Underworld be invincible?”

Yuantong glanced at Lu Wenwu, lowered his eyes, and silently took out a small clay stove from his gray monk’s robe, and put a little ball of qi fire in it.

After lighting the qi fire, he placed a teapot filled with water on top of it.

A bunch of ghosts didn’t know what he was doing, and all stared wide-eyed quietly waiting.

The qi fire from the Underworld was very robust, and soon the water began to bubble loudly, making an obvious sound.

Elder Yuantong glanced at Lu Wenwu again, pointing at the teapot without speaking.

Lu Wenwu instantly reacted, looking at the other party with surprise.

A group of ghost soldier civil servants were all bewildered.

They wanted to ask but dared not speak.

Finally, the Ghost General couldn’t endure it anymore and asked: “Master, what on earth do you mean by this?”

“Amitabha Buddha, Patron He, you lack the root of wisdom.” Yuantong shook his head helplessly, “It’s opened.”

“Opened?”

The ghost soldiers and Ghost General stared wide-eyed even more, not knowing what kind of nonsense Elder Yuantong was talking about.

Only Lu Wenwu got it, bursting into laughter.

This master looks solemn on the surface, but he’s quite trendy behind the scenes.

Poor He Ghost General scratched his ears, unable to figure it out after much thought.

Utterly unable to comprehend, he understood that the other party knew why Lu Wenwu was so powerful, but was speaking in riddles according to Buddhist tradition.

So he simply tried asking in another way: “Master, can you tell us why we can’t be as strong as Violent Dragon?”

Yuantong still didn’t speak, his finger as usual pointed at the still boiling water.

Lu Wenwu immediately couldn’t hold it in, laughing out loud again.

This old monk, such a damn teaser!

How could he get so Yin-Yang weird here!

Seeing He Ghost General still confused, the old monk sighed deeply, used a move called Sleeve Universe to put away the teapot and clay stove, and turned to leave.

He sighed as he walked.

Mumbling vaguely about things like “lacking root of wisdom,” “insufficient comprehension,” “poor innate talent,” and “lacking Buddhist fate,” things that people half-understand.

Lu Wenwu laughed even more joyously.

Seeing the old monk walk away, He Ghost General immediately asked Lu Wenwu: “What on earth did Master Yuantong mean just now? You know, right?”

Yes, of course he knew.

The master’s final pointing meant — boiling objects.

But what the master can do, Lu Wenwu could not say.

So, he could only stifle his laughter, pretending to be profound and said: “The Celestial Secret cannot be revealed, Buddha says: It cannot be spoken. Mr. He, it’s better not to probe anymore, in case you offend that Master Yuantong, neither of us would benefit.”

Ghost General: “…”

That damn bald donkey!

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