A moment later, Monk Bupo returned to the arena.
At this moment, his entire body was covered in sweat. Under the reflection of the sunlight, the muscles on his body looked even more spectacular.
"Amitabha …"
Seeing Monk Bupo in this state, Zen Master Liaochen asked with concern, "Junior Brother Bupo, what happened to you?"
As soon as he said that, the monks below the stage looked at him with puzzled gazes.
Monk Bupo supported Wuzhen Shangren by the arm to the west wing, and it took him no less than half a day.
Let's not talk about that.
More importantly, he was still drenched in sweat when he came out.
This really puzzled the crowd.
"Amitabha …"
Monk Bupo murmured the name of Buddha.
He looked at Zen Master Liaochen and raised his voice. "I accidentally injured the State Preceptor, so I'm responsible for this as well. I can't leave him alone after bringing him into the wing …"
"That's why I used my qi to help the State Preceptor clean his meridians and circulate his Qi and blood. I only left after making sure he was fine …"
"I'm ashamed to have made all of you wait for me!"
"This poor monk is here. Everyone, please apologize!"
As he spoke, Monk Bu Po put his palms together and bowed. There was even a hint of wheezing in his tone.
He looked like he'd used up a lot of energy.
He really looked like a humble and respectful senior monk.
"Amitabha!"
Zen Master Liaochen said, "Junior Brother Bupo, you're truly compassionate. I'm impressed …"
"I see that you're drenched in sweat. You must've used up a lot of qi.
Would you like to rest for a while and recover your qi before continuing? "
"I'm sure everyone can understand."
Zen Master Liaochen's face was full of admiration.
"Hey, you can't do that!"
Monk Bupo shook his head and hurriedly said, "I've already made you wait for a long time. If I use this as an excuse, won't I look like I'm dragging things out on purpose?"
If I win, not only will I have an unfair advantage, I'll also damage Cold Mountain Temple's reputation … "
"Let's start as soon as possible then!"
Monk Bupo's face was full of sincerity.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye and the others who had returned to the tower were completely shocked.
Hypocrite!
So f * cking hypocritical!
If it wasn't for the fact that Monk Bu Po was sweating all over because of the Crouching Tiger Technique, he wouldn't have known.
They really thought that Monk Bu Po was an eminent monk with unquestionable integrity!
Injuring someone and forcefully planting the Gu, then pretending to expend his True Qi to tidy up his meridians to make himself look good.
Monk Bu Po's actions were truly hypocritical to the extreme!
Compared to the shock of Wang Ye and the others, the monks of the Cold Mountain Temple were deeply moved.
For Monk Bu Po to be like this, he really did not misjudge him!
At this time, Bu Po returned to the stage and said, "Everyone, if anyone still wants to challenge this poor monk, feel free to step up!"
As he spoke, Monk Bu Po exuded a sense of heroism.
The moment he said that, the group of monks turned to look at each other with excitement in their eyes.
Monk Bu Po was sweating profusely, his breathing was rapid.
It was obvious that he had used up a large amount of inner energy and true energy just now.
If he were to make a move now, he would definitely be able to wait at ease for the exhausted enemy and obtain a complete victory!
With this in mind, the monks became excited.
One by one, they drank the Blood Bull's soup and leaped onto the stage.
Monk Bu Po's face revealed a smile when he saw the monks on the stage.
He let out a loud roar and began to fight with the monks.
For a moment, the stage was filled with inner energy and True Qi.
...
Unknowingly, the sun had set and it was already evening.
In front of the main hall of the Cold Mountain Temple.
Under the huge stage, the monks who challenged Bu Po were all sitting on the ground.
Their bodies were bruised, their eyes were bruised, and there were traces of blood at the corner of their mouths. They were all groaning softly.
They looked like they were in a sorry state.
Compared to these monks, Monk Bu Po was extremely spirited.
He stood on the stage with his back straight.
His breathing was rapid and he was sweating profusely.
Especially the golden dragon tattooed on his chest.
At this time, under the illumination of his sweat and the setting sun, it looked even more lifelike.
This made Monk Bu Po look even more valiant and intimidating.
From the morning until now, Monk Bu Po could be said to be extremely valiant.
Some of the weaker monks were quickly taken down by him with a single punch.
He thought of ways to take in the stronger monks as his Junior Brothers.
After a day, more than half of the monks were beaten black and blue by Monk Bu Po.
There were five monks who were strong but had bad intentions. They were all beaten up by Monk Bu Po and became his Junior Brothers.
As a result, Bu Po had gained a lot.
"Damn it … Amitabha …!"
At this time, Monk Bu Po exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
He looked at the slowly setting sun in the west and said to the monks below the stage, "It is almost evening now. There is not much time left …"
"Fellow cultivators, who else wants to challenge me? Come out quickly!"
Monk Bu Po's blood vessels were bulging. He felt like his entire body was filled with vitality.
Not only that, but his voice was also very loud.
His voice reverberated throughout the monastery, carrying with it a hint of heroism.
Hearing this voice, the remaining monks looked at each other. They did not dare to move.
Monk Bu Po was already breathing heavily and sweating when he spoke in the morning. He looked like he had used up a lot of energy.
However, he fought from the morning until now. He was still full of vigor and did not show any signs of exhaustion.
If they went up now, who knows if they would be beaten down by a punch?
For a moment, no one dared to accept the challenge.
Seeing that no one went up, Monk Liao Fan and Monk Liaochen looked at the setting sun.
After the two of them discussed for a while, Liao Fan stepped forward and said, "Since no one wants to challenge Junior Brother Bupo, then the winner of this competition is Junior Brother Bupo!"
"Everyone, do you have any objections?"
At this, the monks looked at each other.
They looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.
If they had any objections, they would have to speak with their strength.
Monk Bu Po's strength was there for all to see. They could not object.
"It seems that no one has any objections …"
Seeing that none of the monks spoke, Zen Master Liaochen nodded.
He turned to Monk Bu Po and said, "In that case, I announce that the winner of this competition is Junior Brother Bu Po!"
"At the same time, Junior Brother Bu Po will replace me as the new abbot of Cold Mountain Temple!"
At this, Monk Liao Fan and Liao Chen nodded.
They saw Monk Bu Po's actions with their own eyes.
With him as the abbot, they were very assured.
"Alright …"
Seeing this, Wang Ye, who was sitting on the pagoda, smiled and said, "From now on, the Cold Mountain Temple, which used to meditate and comprehend the Zen Dharma, is gone forever!"