Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 396: Eighteen Postures of Subduing the Dragon, The Dragon Has Regrets
His voice is like thunder and his body is like an eagle.

As soon as the voice fell, a figure stepped out from Leiyin Mountain and landed in front of Zhang Yuan.

"The head of the Arhat Hall is enlightened!"

"Isn't he going to retreat and attack Xiaoyao? Even Master Wuxin personally intervened!"

Outside the Leiyin Zen Temple, countless uproarious voices were heard.

If Jingyuan of Leiyin Temple is a genius within a hundred years, then Master Wuxin is a monster in Qingtianzhou Buddhism within three hundred years.

Eighteen-year-old Vajra, thirty-six-year-old Dragon Elephant, and one hundred-year-old Dongxuan.

In order to cultivate the mind of enlightenment, Leiyin Zen Temple specially asked him to transform the ancient cliff carvings preserved on Leiyin Mountain into a treasure to suppress his own cave.

The ancient cliff carvings are said to record the scenes when the ancient Qin warriors fought against the heaven and earth and competed with the powerful outsiders.

The shadow of the battle left on the stone carvings is an opportunity for practitioners, even if they can only gain a slight understanding of it.

Wuxin refined these treasures into his cave heaven, and his cave heaven power was naturally extremely strong.

But it was also because the cave was too stable and the power within it was too enormous, and it required endless comprehension to comprehend the inheritance contained in the stone carvings. Therefore, Wu Xin had been in seclusion since one hundred and eighty years ago and rarely appeared in front of outsiders.

But no one expected that Zhang Juzheng's visit to Leiyin Temple today would actually provoke this person to take action.

The monk's robe fluttered, and he looked like a teenager, with Buddha's light shining between his eyebrows.

Most Grandmaster-level practitioners display the same appearance they had when they became Grandmasters.

Wuxin became a master at the age of eighteen, and his face looks like an eighteen-year-old at this time.

"I have observed and comprehended the cliff carvings and cultivated the Nine Styles of Great Compassion and Great Mercy. I feel that few in Qingtian Continent can rival me. My friend's methods are extraordinary, and I am delighted to see them."

As Wuxin walked forward, the Buddha light on his body gathered into the image of a Buddha with closed eyes.

Golden body dharma.

Behind this golden body is an illusory cliff with carvings that are too difficult to look at directly.

Zhang Yuan's gaze fell on the carvings on the cliff, and a faint light and shadow flashed in his eyes.

The carvings on the cliff are clearly ink-inspired dragons!
The cliff carvings are engraved with the ancient martial arts, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Styles!

The image of Buddha behind Wuxin became more solid as he walked, and the cliff carvings also revealed a breathtaking mystery.

"Is that the legendary cliff carving that would drive anyone below the level of Xiantian crazy just by looking at it?"

"Wu Xin has clearly already refined most of the cliff carvings. As long as this treasure is fully refined, he will enter the Grandmaster stage of the Free and Easy Realm."

The practitioners watching the ceremony around looked at the shadow gathered on Wuxin's body with horror and envy in their eyes, and murmured to each other.

Only a genius like Wuxin is qualified and capable enough to refine such a treasure.

Wuxin stopped ten feet in front of Zhang Yuan.

"I've heard that Hinayana Buddhism values ​​killing over spiritual practice. This fist of mine represents the compassion of Mahayana Buddhism. I hope you can look back upon the sea of ​​suffering and not live in vain."

Wuxin has a handsome face and a clear voice, but his words reveal the maturity of a century-old monk.

He had indeed practiced for three hundred years and achieved the great Buddhist accomplishment.

As the voice fell, Wuxin took a step forward, lowered his waist and bowed his stance, and put his hands together in front of his chest, then punched out straight ahead.

The fist shadow transformed into the shape of a blue dragon, and with just a shake, it arrived in front of Zhang Yuan, stretched out its front claws, and pressed down on Zhang Yuan's head.

Zhang Yuan stood in place, the dragon claw pressed down, he glared at it with the appearance of Ming Wang outside his body, and raised his hand to resist the dragon claw.

"boom--"

In an instant, dragon shadows and golden light flew around, and a light and shadow with a radius of a hundred feet swirled above the square, and the golden light collided with each inch.

The golden light transformed into the shadows of golden arhats, falling from the sky and crashing towards Zhang Yuan.

Each of these golden-bodied arhats has his own set of martial arts skills, and every punch and kick causes the surrounding space to vibrate.

Three feet away from Zhang Yuan, the shadows of thirty-six Arhats crashed into him.

Outside Zhang Yuan, the shadow of the Ming Wang trembled, seemingly shattering at any moment. "These thirty-six Arhat shadows, each one wielding the power of a diamond, combine all thirty-six to shatter the Profound Realm with a single blow..."

In the distance, a cultivator watching the ceremony showed emotion on his face and spoke softly.

"Is this the inheritance engraved on the cliff? Each of these Arhats, acting alone, could easily crush the Vajra Grandmaster."

Some people looked at the golden figures surrounding Zhang Yuan, their faces showing complicated expressions and fear in their eyes.

Is this Wuxin’s punch?
Who can block such a punch?
"Zhang Juzheng's practice of Hinayana Buddhism has allowed him to remain undefeated for three breaths. This is already a rare achievement..."

Several Confucian and Taoist practitioners looked at the golden image of Mingwang swaying outside Zhang Yuan and spoke in a low voice.

Not to mention that Zhang Yuan is a Confucian and Taoist practitioner, even if he is a great Buddhist, there are not many people who can use the Buddhist tradition to block Wuxin's punch, right?
At this moment, in Zhang Yuan's mind, beads of insights shattered one by one. In the ink-and-wash mountains and rivers, Zhang Yuan, holding a carving knife in one hand, waved his arms quickly.

Observe the cliff carvings and appreciate the ancient heritage.

The shadow of the Mingwang outside Zhang Yuan's body was driven by the power of the dragon and elephant to resist the dragon claw, while the rest of his mind was focused on deducing and comprehending the cliff carvings.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Yuan's mind was already suppressed by the power of Wuxin Buddhism, and the shadow of the Mingwang outside his body could collapse at any time.

"It seems that Hinayana Buddhism is somewhat weaker if it does not cultivate the mind."

"Haha, Leiyin Temple is able to dominate the Buddhist community on Qingtian Continent with its Mahayana Buddhism. How can this be ordinary?"

Voices were heard all around.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan's defeat only took a moment.

Wu Xin's expression was calm, with only a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Juzheng used the Hinayana Buddhism to empower the younger generation of geniuses at the Leiyin Zen Temple, allowing them to change their skills. At this time, he used the Mahayana Buddhism to subdue Zhang Juzheng.

Only these methods can demonstrate the power of the Buddhist teachings of Leiyin Temple.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Postures..."

After seeing through all the stone carvings in his mind and condensing them with the method of seal carving, Zhang Yuan whispered softly.

Ancient warriors conquer dragons with force.

Wuxin realized why this magnificent power was called the Nine Styles of Great Compassion and Great Mercy.

What a waste.

Slowly raising his head, Zhang Yuan looked at Wuxin through the shadow of the golden body that was punching and kicking him.

"Master Wuxin, what is the name of this punch?"

A smile appeared on Wuxin's face.

Zhang Yuan's Theravada Buddhism combat power is powerful, and his own martial arts strength is also extremely strong, but he was still shocked by this punch.

Isn’t this the power of Mahayana Buddhism, the power of the boxing technique that he realized through his enlightenment?

"This first punch is called Buddha's Illuminating Light. Those who can be influenced by the Buddha will enter the Buddhist sect. Those who cannot be influenced will enter the Nine Nether Hell."

Wuxin's voice was ethereal and a bit cold.

Buddha's light shines everywhere?

It turns out that this is the meaning of Buddha's light shining everywhere, using fists and feet to illuminate everywhere.

If you can survive, it is the grace of Buddha. If you cannot survive, it is naturally that you have no connection with Buddha.

Zhang Yuan nodded, looking at the golden light, and the aura on his body turned into silence.

"I observed the cliff carvings and also learned a set of boxing techniques, one of which is similar to the one master learned."

Zhang Yuan slowly lowered his waist and pushed his palms forward.

"Just watch me do this."

"Kang, Long, You, Regret——"

(End of this chapter)