Eternal Sword

Chapter 202 Isn’t Taking Advantage Enough?

The leader of the Tantric sect said, "It is true that the Vajrapani has been lost for many years, but your temple does not have this skill either. And my Tantric sect at least has the complete inheritance of the Vajra Indestructible Skill."

"It is reasonable that the Vajra Relics should be kept by our Tantric Sect. If there are any rising stars in your temple in the next hundred years, you can go to Xiling to ask for them. If the Tantric Sect cannot defeat them, we will definitely offer the Vajra Relics to you."

Abbot Benguang looked embarrassed.

To be precise, the Vajra Relics do not belong to Xinping Zen Temple, but to Master Liaokong.

Over the years, the Xuantian Sect has risen and grown stronger, and Buddhism has gradually declined in Qian Country. The Xinping Zen Temple has used the name of Vajra Relics to continue the Buddhist incense and recruit disciples.

Master Liaokong was born in Xinping Zen Temple. After the fall of the Wu Dynasty, he had been meditating and worshiping Buddha on Wujiang Mountain and did not say anything about this.

Xinping Temple is known as the number one temple in Qian Country, largely because of this sacred Buddhist object!
"Abbot, since they have said so, you should just give them the Vajra Relic."

"That's right. We're tied in a fight of words, and we can't win in a fight of arms. A monk can't go back on his word, right?"

"It is really sad and lamentable that the first temple in Qian country has no successors among the younger generation."

Many gangsters came to watch the fun and cheered on the side.

The situation became more and more embarrassing. Abbot Benguang's face darkened when he saw that Chen Tang had arrived a long time ago but was standing aside watching the fun without taking the initiative to step forward.

"Dingjing!"

Abbot Benguang called Chen Tang to him with a gentle shout, frowned and asked, "How are you preparing?"

"Okay."

Chen Tang said something ambiguously.

"Humph!"

The head monk of the Luohan Hall frowned and said, "I heard that in an afternoon, he didn't even learn a single Luohan Fist."

Abbot Benguang asked in a deep voice: "Is this true?"

"None of this matters, winning is all that matters."

Chen Tang waved his hand nonchalantly.

Abbot Benguang's eyes lit up and he asked, "How sure are you?"

Chen Tang said: "One percent."

The monks almost vomited blood and rushed forward to beat people.

Abbot Benguang looked at the cunning flash in Chen Tang's eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "Tell me, how can we improve our chances of winning?"

This abbot is not bad and is quite sensible.

Chen Tang coughed lightly and said, "If I win this fight, I hope the abbot will allow me to go to the Sutra Library to pick out a martial arts book."

The head of the Arhat Hall snorted and said, "What a wild idea! You're already negotiating terms with us before the fight even starts?"

It turns out that this kid is dreaming of going to the Sutra Repository!

Abbot Benguang muttered in his heart, and asked: "What are the chances of success if I agree to your condition?"

"Nine percent!"

Chen Tang said with a firm tone.

"it is good!"

Abbot Benguang said in a deep voice: "As long as you can win the fight with the Tantric sect, I will agree to your terms."

"Abbott..."

Several monks wanted to stop it.

Abbot Benguang waved his hand and said, "As long as he can defeat the Tantric sect, not only will the sacred Buddhist relics be preserved, but also the reputation of our academy. In this case, it's okay to let him practice a technique."

Chen Tang got the advantage and headed towards the square.

Chen Tang looked at the Tantric monks, clasped his fists and said, "I am Mingjing, a lay disciple of Buddhism, and I am here to meet Brother Zhaba."

"Abbot Benguang, why are you doing this?"

The leader of the Secret Sect looked at Chen Tang and frowned, saying, "How long can we delay this by finding a lay disciple to deal with it?"

Ming Yuan said in a clear voice: "Master, what you said is wrong. Qian Country is vast and rich in resources, and there are many talented people. There may be masters among the lay disciples of Buddhism."

"Ah……"

The leader of the Tantric sect chuckled, glanced at the disciple behind him, and said, "Zaba, get rid of him within three moves."

"Yes, Master."

Zhaba stood out from among the Tantric monks.

Chen Tang looked at the man.

Zhaba was a head smaller than him, with his arms exposed and a string of Tibetan red Buddhist beads on his chest. There was a gleam of light in his sunken eye sockets.

This person came to the other side of the square, bowed slightly, and was about to take action!

"and many more!"

Chen Tang quickly stopped him.

"So what?"

The leader of the Tantric sect was a little impatient. Chen Tang said, "I heard that the Tantric sect has passed down the "Washing Marrow Sutra". Let's make a bet. If I win this battle, you will pass on the "Washing Marrow Sutra" to me."

"If I lose, the Vajra Relic will be handed over to you."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a sudden uproar in the square.

"What a shame!"

"Although he is a lay disciple, he is still a member of the Buddhist sect after all. He actually made a bet with others in public."

Many eminent monks could not bear to watch this anymore.

Ming Yuan smiled and shook his head, saying: "This Junior Brother Ming Jing took advantage of the Zen temple, and now he wants to take advantage of the Tantric sect."

Listening to the discussions around him, Chen Tang looked calm.

Don't take advantage of the bastard.

What's more, this is a bargain that comes right to your doorstep.

"Ignore him."

The leader of the Tantric sect said to Zhaba calmly: "Even if there is no bet, if we win him, the Vajra Relic will also be ours."

"The people of Tantra are not stupid..."

Chen Tang said secretly.

Zhaba nodded in understanding, moved his body, and rushed towards Chen Tang with big strides.

In the blink of an eye, it was already close!
call!
Zhaba threw a Tantric straight punch straight at Chen Tang's face!

With his strength, every move he made was powerful, and warriors of the same level could not resist him at all.

Chen Tang seemed caught off guard and a little panicked. He subconsciously raised his hand to block Zhaba's fist.

boom!
The fists and palms collided, causing a dull sound.

Between the fists and palms, bits of golden light actually flew out!
Chen Tang took several steps back, his face pale, and seemed unable to resist.

"Ok?"

"what?"

The leader of the Tantric Buddhism, Abbot Benguang, and other high monks all looked unhappy and stood up.

"stop!"

The leader of the Tantric sect shouted loudly.

Zaba stopped when he heard this.

"Vajrapani?"

Abbot Benguang stared at Chen Tang's palm and murmured softly.

This Buddhist practice was lost decades ago, and it is said that even the Buddhist sect in Southern Xia does not have it.

Unexpectedly, it reappeared today.

The leader of the Tantric sect asked in a deep voice, "Boy, was that the powerful Vajrapani you used just now?"

"So what?"

Chen Tang asked back.

The leader of the Tantric sect was overjoyed, but he didn't show it on his face. He said in a deep voice, "I can agree to your bet, but the conditions have to be changed. If you lose, you just have to hand over the Vajrapani technique."

"We all use our skills as collateral, so this is fair."

Chen Tang looked hesitant.

Seeing this, the leader of the Tantric sect thought to himself, "It seems that he was frightened by Zhaba's punch."

The leader of the Tantric sect pondered and said, "How about this, as long as you can withstand Zhaba's ten moves, you win!"

"Three moves." Chen Tang bargained.

"Seven moves."

"Three moves."

“Five moves!”

"Row."

Chen Tang agreed immediately, turned around and looked around, and said loudly: "All the heroes present here, please be my witnesses. Once I say this..."

"It's hard to chase a horse!"

The leader of the Tantric Buddhism quickly responded and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, secretly delighted.

After all, this boy is young and doesn't know his limits.

If Zabaruo used all his strength, he wouldn't need five moves to defeat him; one move would be enough.

The leader of the Tantric Buddhism was filled with excitement when he thought that the long-lost "Vajrapani" would return to the Tantric Buddhism and complete the inheritance of the Vajra lineage of the Tantric Buddhism.

(End of this chapter)