Chapter 522

When it came to the person riding the highest wave of fame in Bufa Temple recently, it had to be the current Outstanding Disciple—Lord Solang. When Buddha opened a door for him, he had conveniently torn the roof off too. It truly was as if Buddha Tathagata was chasing after him to feed him.

During the two years in which the scripture-chanting monks taught him the Five Treatises, the six-year-old child displayed extraordinary wisdom roots and dazzling performance. Just when everyone believed that this child would surely become a strong contender for the next honorary title of Beiqiawa, he gave every monk in the temple, great and small, a harsh lesson, and the slap across their faces rang out loud and clear.

Because He Zhao's Three High Cultivation Methods had laid down a foundation that was a little too fierce—or rather, as if he had been dosed with Jinkela—the eight-year-old Outstanding Disciple displayed eye-popping talent the moment he first came into contact with cultivation.

He wielded the Great Vajra Yogini Forty-Six Fists with frightening skill. Even some Iron Rod Monks who had immersed themselves in fist arts for decades were left dumbstruck, crying out that they could not teach him fist techniques at all; it would be more like the little child teaching them how to punch.

The only person in the temple who could compete with Solang in terms of proficiency was the head of all the Warrior Monks—Dharma King himself. In fact, most people believed that the Dharma King's proficiency really did not seem to match that of the little child's, which was truly a great loss of face.

There was no helping it. Although the Great Vajra Yogini Forty-Six Fists had an upper limit, every single punch carried several hundred thousand years of proficiency. Who could withstand