The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 3: Possessing the Demonic Tome, the Intent to Kill Begins

Is this the Heavenly Demon Bliss Technique?

Zhang Wuyong looked at the cultivation system of the demon monk from another world.

Thinking about the Heavenly Demon Bliss Technique that came into my mind.

He confirmed once again that this was definitely a practice method used by villains.

In this "different world", am I positioned by the system as a villain who practices evil skills and strange methods?

This Heavenly Demon Bliss Technique first absorbs a large amount of spiritual energy to form demonic power in the body.

After practicing to a certain level, one should begin to "replenish yin and replenish yang".

Zhang Wuyong looked at his background again—a disciple of the Joyful Sect of the Mirage Realm Demonic Path?!

This other world might really exist.

In that strange world, there was indeed a demon monk. His original surname was Zhang, and his name or Buddhist name was "Wuyong".

The task of "forcing the female disciples of the Immortal Sect to help me practice" is probably not that simple.

I am a demon from the Joyful Sect of the Demonic Path. How could I kidnap a beautiful female disciple from the righteous path just to teach me how to do my homework?
But it is undeniable that, at least in this world, doing homework is considered as practicing for students.

So Zhao Yutong taught me how to do my homework, which was also to help me practice.

Even if the system's original intention was definitely more intense.

In addition to the exercises themselves, the system also instilled a lot of introductions into my mind.

Zhang Wuyong searched further and gained more knowledge in his mind.

It turns out that the cultivation techniques in the other world are divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang.

Those worse than the Yellow Rank were considered inferior. There were also those better than the Heaven Rank, which were truly rare and invaluable treasures, rarely seen in a thousand years.

In other words.

Is the Heavenly Demon Bliss Technique that he obtained basically the highest level of skills that a demon cultivator from another world can obtain?

This system is really generous.

Zhang Wuyong was very excited.

From the introduction, we know that this magic skill is divided into nine levels. As long as he completes the first level, he will have tremendous strength.

When he reaches the second level, his ears, eyes, and perception of all surrounding situations will be greatly enhanced.

When one reaches the third level, one can release mental power. Even if one sits still, one can observe every detail within a radius of half a mile.

If, he could cultivate it to the third level before the college entrance examination.

When applied in the examination room, almost no one can detect it.

Although using such astonishing heavenly magic skills for cheating in exams is a waste of talent.

But for Zhang Wuyong, the college entrance examination is the biggest thing in the world.

As it grew darker, Zhang Wuyong closed the door of his bedroom and sat cross-legged.

My right foot is in a cast, but fortunately my knee can be bent.

I tried hard to turn my right foot, which was in a cast, with my right hand. It was a bit difficult, but I managed to do it.

Zhang Wuyong followed the first step of the Jile Tianmo Gong, his mind flowing as he breathed in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He remained like this, motionless, until midnight.

In the darkness, suddenly, he opened his eyes.

There seemed to be a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and he looked fierce.

At this moment, he seemed to have been affected by the magic power. With the magic book in his hand, he was filled with murderous intent. With his slightly opened lips, he coldly uttered a word that was extremely disrespectful to the universe and the world: "Fuck!"

Our world... is there any spiritual energy in it?

……

Of course, there is no spiritual energy in this world.

Just think about it, if there was spiritual energy, monsters would have come out long ago.

It’s not that Zhang Wuyong didn’t know this, but he just refused to think about it before.

Now I have to be forced to admit the reality.

He fell back in anger.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts..."

He quickly sat up again, and the wound was pulled, and he grimaced in pain.

Zhang Wuyong slowly stretched his legs forward.

He practiced by lying down, practicing by turning over, and practicing by walking back and forth.

But it was of no use.

There was no so-called "spiritual energy" entering his body at all.

If I have to say, after finishing my meditation, I don’t seem tired at all, and I even feel more energetic.

But was it because of the benefits of meditation or was it because of the mixed feelings I had at the moment?

It’s really hard to explain!
Besides, it seems that simple meditation, breathing, and contemplation are not uncommon in this world.

But without spiritual energy, no one can truly become an immortal or a Buddha through these means! Even if this magical breathing method is slightly useful.

That’s not enough to get into college through the college entrance examination!

Zhang Wuyong got out of bed, leaned on his crutches, and walked to the window.

I opened the curtains and looked at the dim night outside.

It's all dark, it really is... there is no light at all!

They all enjoyed the treatment of the protagonist, had the system, and had the heavenly-level skills that the cultivators in other worlds dreamed of.

Is this the result?
He was in good spirits, so he simply turned on the light, took out a math paper, and analyzed and judged the answers.

Hmm, I see… I see… What are these?

Is it true that a dump truck is more direct?
Although he couldn't understand any of the science and could hardly remember any of the liberal arts, he still studied until the next morning.

And I don’t feel sleepy at all.

It was as if I had really had a good sleep during those few hours of meditation last night.

I want to use this spirit to memorize some English words.

After reading about ten, I started to feel sleepy.

Memorizing English words is indeed hypnotic.

He was sure that it was not physical sleepiness.

Rather, these words are like twisted earthworms drilling into my brain, causing a headache.

We are obviously Chinese, so why do we have to take English in the college entrance examination?
There is something wrong with this education system.

In the end, Zhang Wuyong still insisted on reciting it for two hours.

As for how many words he finally remembered, he didn't even dare to think about it.

At lunch time, my father Zhang Tao also came back from the store.

"I want to go back to school tomorrow!" Zhang Wuyong said to his family.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhang Tao said, "Your leg still needs time to heal. What if you go back to school so soon and get injured again?"

My mother came out of the kitchen carrying pork rib soup. "You're already a senior in high school, how can you have time to rest? The doctor said it's not a comminuted fracture, so it's not a big problem. If you don't go back to school, what will happen if you can't keep up?"

Zhang Tao said, "Even if I go to school, I won't be able to keep up."

His mother glared at him angrily, "How dare you say that? It's you who told him since he was little that it didn't matter whether he could read or not, as long as he was happy. That's why his grades are like this."

Zhang Tao did say this often before.

Lao Deng himself has little education, but he still believed the experts' "happy education" and "study is useless" theories.

Since elementary school, other parents force their children to study and take extra classes every day, but he does the opposite, fearing that his children will not be happy learning.

When he was in junior high school, Zhang Wuyong was called by the principal because he beat up the guys who bullied his classmates.

After all, it was the other party who made the mistake first. If the parents speak nicely, it is not impossible to let the child off lightly.

In an attempt to defend his son, Zhang Tao slammed the desk at the principal, which only made the situation worse. The principal was furious and said that if things continued like this, the child would probably have to be suspended from school.

He took his son and left: "If you want to suspend your studies, then suspend your studies."

During the three months that Zhang Wuyong was suspended from school, no one paid any attention to him and let his son play outside every day and make some bad friends.

In the second half of the third year of junior high school, Zhang Wuyong was able to study hard and finally got into high school by a narrow margin. This was purely due to his quick awakening.

When he was in the second year of high school, Zhang Wuyong found that he could not keep up at all. In fact, he complained in his heart, why didn’t his parents help him study more strictly when he was younger?
Other children were forced to take extra classes, but his family was not rich, and his parents would rather give him money so that he could travel during the winter and summer vacations, and he never had to take extra classes for a single day.

Later, he slowly let it go.

Listening to his wife's complaints, Zhang Tao said stubbornly, "If he can read, he can read. If he can't read, he can't read. If he really can't go to college, what's the point of him being left hungry? The best he can do is stay at home and help run the store."

"You're really hoping your son won't leave, aren't you? Letting him help you run the store so you can go play mahjong, right?"

Mom muttered a few words and looked at Zhang Wuyong again: "Although studying is important, don't force yourself too much. Your health is more important. It's okay to rest at home for a few more days."

Zhang Wuyong smiled.

Yes, he still wanted to work hard to improve his grades, get into undergraduate school, and go to college.

But if he can't do it, at least he still has this family and his parents who have always taken care of him and cared about him.

Zhang Wuyong was very glad that the dump truck did not take him away.

Perhaps, after going to another world, he can really rely on the system to rise to prominence and embark on the path of becoming a demon Buddha who dominates the world.

If he stayed here, he would be just an ordinary person with terrible grades and no special skills.

But just to avoid making his two elders at home sad, he had to stay.

After dinner, he limped to the bedroom with the help of crutches and decided to continue memorizing words.

Even if he is a salted fish, he is a salted fish with dreams.

But fortunately, even if he is a worthless person, he still has a home when he turns over!

The next day, early in the morning, Zhang Wuyong finished his breakfast at home and went to school.

As a result, along the way, the system popped up warnings crazily...

(End of this chapter)