Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 17 The Six Absolute Techniques for Suppressing Demons (Seeking monthly votes during the new book period, please continue reading)

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The situation before my eyes is constantly changing, like a video on fast-forward.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang appeared in a pavilion.

He felt dizzy and his chest felt tight. He quickly used the power of the Great Vajra Divine Force to suppress the turbid energy.

When I looked around, I was greeted by the fragrance of books, and my eyes were filled with layers upon layers of books, both new and old.

These books are placed on bookshelves that are two people tall, forming a vast and impressive collection.

As the sun began to set, the melodious sound of bells drifted in from outside the window, echoing through the mountains and valleys, its lingering resonance resonating long afterward.

Ren Shaoyang's mind cleared instantly, and he unconsciously walked to the window and looked down.

Only then did I realize that this was an ancient temple nestled in the mountains.

In the distance, verdant mountains rise and streams flow gently, the setting sun nestled between them, illuminating the square in front of the temple like a shimmering gold.

Ren Shaoyang frowned, feeling hot.

Only then did they realize that the climate here was hot, with cicadas chirping and birds singing, clearly indicating that it was the height of summer.

So he took off his tattered blue jacket, revealing his scarred upper body, and after thinking for a moment, tied the jacket around his waist.

Thus, the image of a shirtless young man with a fire poker at his waist and a sharp, angular face appeared before my eyes.

He's like a complete scoundrel.

Seeing that his injuries had healed completely, and that he could move his arms and legs with ease, Ren Shaoyang felt a surge of joy and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

But that smile caused trouble.

A Buddhist chant suddenly rang out: "Amitabha!"

Ren Shaoyang felt a chill and turned around abruptly.

But then, standing three zhang away behind them was an old monk, his hair and beard half white, his face thin and kind, with the dignified air of a monk, but his old eyes were full of gloom.

It ruined my spiritual practice.

"How strange indeed." Xingjue stared intently at Ren Shaoyang and slowly asked, "Where do you come from, benefactor, and why are you in the scripture pavilion of this temple?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and tentatively asked, "Master, is this the Third Ancestor Temple?"

A cold glint flashed in Xingjue's eyes, but he still smiled slightly and said, "Benefactor, you really love to joke. You've come to my humble temple, yet you still pretend to be ignorant."

Ren Shaoyang suddenly felt a chill creep into his heart.

It feels like having a pencil pressed against your forehead; even though it's some distance away, you can still feel the discomfort.

Like a fishbone stuck in my throat, like a thorn in my back!
"Damn it, this old bald monk is going to mess with me!"

For some reason, Ren Shaoyang had already made up his mind about this idea. His mind couldn't keep up with his body, so he naturally became "self-conscious," crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Just listen to a muffled "bang" sound.

The old monk's fist came suddenly, a punch that gathered all his strength into his fist, the energy surging out like a great river rushing forth.

The moment they made contact, Ren Shaoyang felt a darkness before his eyes, and in a daze, a kind old lady waved to him.

"Holy crap, isn't that my grandma?"

The young man felt his blood rushing to his chest, and his true energy naturally surged towards his heart.

This treacherous old monk was none other than Xingjue, the abbot of the Third Ancestor Temple.

Seeing the young man dressed like a rogue appearing in the library in the middle of the night, he assumed he was a petty thief trying to steal the secret manuals and immediately used "One Divine Fist," one of the Six Great Demon-Suppressing Techniques.

This fist technique is fierce and domineering. Just as the opponent is about to unleash all his power to kill the enemy, a fiery energy suddenly rises up, like a volcano erupting or a raging wave, spreading throughout his body.

Xingjue staggered back five steps as if she had been electrocuted, looking at Ren Shaoyang with surprise and uncertainty.

"You, you have 'Great Vajra Divine Power'?" Xingjue exclaimed in disbelief. "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Ren Shaoyang finally breathed a sigh of relief, his heart filled with extreme wariness towards him, but he said aloud, "Why is it impossible?"

Xingjue stared intently at him: "This supernatural power is passed down through a single lineage. Lu Jian, the patron, calls himself the 'successor of the Vajra,' so where did you come from?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "If it's a single lineage, can't it be two people?"

"Hmph!" Xingjue thought he was making excuses. "Nonsense! I'll capture you and see where you stole this 'Vajra Sect' secret technique from!"

The old monk suddenly swayed, his claws moving like the wind, and grabbed at his shoulder.

It is the "Dragon Claw" from the Six Great Demon-Suppressing Techniques.

As the abbot of the Third Ancestor Temple, Xingjue possessed superb cultivation. This claw strike was powerful and had a tricky angle, truly a unique skill that combined orthodox and unorthodox techniques.

Despite being extremely cautious, Ren Shaoyang still did not expect his opponent to be so powerful.

But he was, after all, a tough guy who had faced life and death.

At the critical moment, he pulled out the iron rod, his eyes fixed straight ahead, as if in a trance, and made his move based solely on his instincts.

Even though Xingjue attacked fiercely, he remained completely unmoved.

Raise your arm, strike, and thrust straight in.

We're going to fight the old monk to the death!
Ren Shaoyang stood straight, like a mountain. A flash of black light, and the iron rod pierced Xingjue's chest!
Sexually surprised that the other side would choose to trade blows.

Suddenly, it felt as if I had been struck by lightning in my chest. A sharp pain shot through my chest, as if my heart had been ripped out, and it felt as if someone was gripping my heart tightly.

The old monk cried out in alarm. He truly had a premonition that he was about to die. He immediately changed his claws into fists and slammed them into Ren Shaoyang's shoulder.

Using that force, he flew back three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and when he landed, his legs were weak and he staggered a few steps, clutching his bleeding chest, in so much pain that he almost fell over.

"You...you're really not afraid of death?"

Ren Shaoyang was also in pain, his face turned pale, and his left shoulder collapsed, obviously dislocated, but he gritted his teeth and lifted his left arm up suddenly.

With a "snap," the shoulder was reattached, and only then did I look up at him.

"Old monk, if you want to fight, then fight. What's with all the nonsense?"

Seeing his ruthless nature, Xingjue couldn't help but put his palms together and say, "Donor, I have mistaken you for a villain. I am extremely apprehensive. If I have been negligent in any way, I hope you will forgive me."

His words were not without a hint of reconciliation, but Ren Shaoyang had long known that this old monk was kind on the outside but ruthless on the inside, and was treacherous and hypocritical, so he snorted coldly.

"Great monk, you came here shouting for war and killing, but now you're backing down and making peace. Your actions, going from aggressive to subservient, are laughable!"

Ren Shaoyang's words caused Xingjue's expression to change, but what he said next made his heart tremble even more.

"What, Lu Jian escaped, and you couldn't get the 'Great Vajra Divine Power,' so now you're setting your sights on me?"

Xingjue was already suspicious of Ren Shaoyang because of his imposing presence, and was even more astonished to hear him speak his mind.

He had long coveted the "Great Vajra Divine Power." Back when the monk Yu stayed at the Third Ancestor Temple, he had already gained a great deal from the "Six Secret Techniques for Subduing Demons."

In the years that followed, although the fish monk traveled far away, he never gave up his Vajra supernatural powers.

Some time ago, Lu Jian came to the temple and devised a plan to obtain the Sixteenth Phase, but who would have thought that this kid would be rescued by someone risking their life.

Just as he was sighing deeply, another Vajra successor unexpectedly arrived at the Sutra Repository!
Although this person's skill was inferior to Lu Jian's, his fire poker technique was ruthless and deadly, his moves unrestrained and full of spirit. Upon first contact, one could sense that this person was far more difficult to deal with than Lu Jian!

Originally, he intended to delay the attack until his junior brothers arrived so they could capture him together. However, this man seemed to possess telepathy and actually revealed his own treacherous scheme.

Xingjue's heart skipped a beat, but he forced a smile and said, "This old monk doesn't know what you mean, benefactor."

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang sneered, "Your six senses are impure, all you do is scheme!" With that, the iron rod rose like a dragon and pierced towards Xingjue.

Seeing him suddenly rise up, with a flash of black light in front of him, the old monk quickly turned to the side, flicked out his sleeve, and caught the iron rod.

This "Great Brahma Banner" is one of the six wonders; it can even uproot a tree as thick as a bowl when it is wrapped around it.

Ren Shaoyang felt as if he were caught in a whirlpool, unable to move.

Seeing this, Xingjue sneered, "Your skill is far inferior to Lu Jiantan's!" With that, he suddenly threw a punch at him. Ren Shaoyang used "Human Form," raising his legs and hanging upside down to dodge the palm strike.

With a cracking sound, the force of the punch caused the floor to shatter, splintering wood chips everywhere, covering the two men in the process.

"Holy crap, what kind of power is that?!" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed in shock, his eyes widening in disbelief. "What's the difference between this punch and a hand grenade?"

"Boy, since your fire poker is so powerful, how could this old monk not have made preparations?"

Xingjue laughed loudly, his large sleeves tightly wrapped around the iron rod, and he unleashed a torrent of unparalleled power, punch after punch.

Ren Shaoyang dodged repeatedly, and the sound of thuds echoed incessantly. The force of the punches was extremely fierce, and several fist marks appeared on the floor and the bookshelf, each half a foot deep.

Inside the Sutra Repository at this time.

All that could be seen was wood chips mixed with book scraps, like a heavy snowfall, fluttering and obscuring the figures of the two people.

"No, this can't go on!" Ren Shaoyang thought to himself. "I have to take a gamble, or I'll surely die!"

Thinking of this, Ren Shaoyang suddenly shouted and loosened his grip on his right hand.

Just as Xingjue was about to throw a punch, his opponent suddenly let go. The two forces collided, and he lost his footing, letting out a cry as he was about to fall.

Seeing the opening in his opponent's defenses, Ren Shaoyang dared not hesitate. He mustered the courage of a bull fighting a tiger, shouted loudly, transformed into a "pig," and hooked his left foot at the old monk's shin.

Xingjue immediately lost control of her body and fell backward.

Seeing the opportunity, Ren Shaoyang immediately transformed into a "Great Freedom Form" and swung his fists.

Three punches landed in quick succession on Xingjue's chest, producing a dull thud.

The old monk, in great pain, opened his mouth wide, and his sternum cracked.

"puff!"

Xingjue suddenly screamed, vomited blood, and fell flat on his back with a thud.

His face was dark, his eyes were bulging, and he pointed at him, opening his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Ren Shaoyang picked up the iron rod and looked at Xingjue, who was slowly ceasing to breathe, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I never expected that a character who seemed like a clown in the original story would actually have such high combat power. It's truly an eye-opener for me!"

Just then, the words appeared before my eyes.

[Successfully completed the Sanzu Temple instance challenge (Sexual Awakening)]

[Rewards: One Divine Fist, Dragon Claw, Great Brahma Banner, Sumeru Mad Zen, Thousand-Pound Zen, and Staff that Smashes the Ten Directions. (Note: The Six Demon-Suppressing Techniques were created by six different patriarchs.)]

Ren Shaoyang's mind seemed to be flooded with countless brilliant ideas, encompassing everything from fists and sticks to martial arts.

When he woke up, he was excited, thinking to himself, "Wow, wow! I didn't expect to open a hidden treasure chest!"

In the original work, Xingjue and others only used three techniques to fight their enemies: the Divine Fist, the Dragon Claw, and the Great Brahma Banner.

Ren Shaoyang was quite puzzled by this: "What about the remaining three unique skills? Why didn't they use them?"

Now that he has obtained the complete Six Demon-Suppressing Techniques, he finally understands the whole story.

It turns out that the first three techniques were created by Peanut Master, Great Bitter Venerable, and Fish Monk. The purpose of these three techniques was to select seeds and find successors to the Great Vajra Divine Power. Therefore, they are simple and direct, and everyone can practice them.

This is the method of universal salvation.

The latter three are quite different.

"Sumeru Mad Zen" was created by Master Chong based on the "Elephant Without Form Fist" of the Eastern Island monk Shi Yinshen. It is said to be "three parts fist intent and seven parts Zen method", and it is unrestrained and surpasses Mount Sumeru.

"The Zen of a Hair's Breadth" was created by Yuan Toutuo, the teacher of Master Chong. He took a different approach, using a single strand of white hair to suspend his entire body, aiming to focus on the smallest details, and only when the smallest things became insignificant could one truly demonstrate skill.

However, the "striking the ten directions of the world with a stick" technique was created by the patriarch Jiuru. It emphasizes not being bound by established rules and striving to surpass the master and create a new realm. When the stick is struck, it is like the Milky Way falling to earth, with unstoppable power.

It can be said that these three ultimate skills, when mastered to their fullest extent, are all unparalleled supernatural abilities that are admired by all.

Unfortunately, if you want to use it, you must first give it to them.

To unleash this power, one must cultivate the Great Vajra Divine Power to the point where all thirty-two forms have been transformed, leaving only the divine will—the state of "One God and One Form."

Therefore, even if the monks of the Third Ancestor Temple practiced diligently day and night, they could only use the first three techniques and could not use the last three techniques no matter what.

Therefore, their desire for the power of the Great Vajra grew increasingly fervent over time.

Ultimately, it became a karmic obstacle.

Ren Shaoyang was pleasantly surprised. He unconsciously stretched his limbs, punched and kicked, and felt his strength flowing smoothly and feeling incredibly good.

"As expected, it is a complete set of martial arts. I only tried it out with the first three moves, and my whole body was able to relax or tighten as I pleased. It can be so at my own will!"

While feeling happy, he also followed the law, twisting his body, kicking the back of his head with his right foot, and grabbing his left foot with his right hand.

"Human appearance"!
Slowly stand up, cross your arms, press your left hand against your right armpit, and grasp your right knee with your right hand.

"I believe!"
Before long, all thirty-two appearances were completed. Ren Shaoyang was overjoyed, but with each appearance he made, he felt a strange sensation in his mind, and his body would automatically correct itself.

It seems that the heart is the husband, and the body is the wife.

They understood each other perfectly; all it took was a pat on the butt, and they would instinctively bend over.
They cooperated seamlessly, without any predicament of being ambitious but lacking practical skills.

Later in his training, Ren Shaoyang incorporated the Divine Fist, the Dragon Claw, and the Great Brahma Banner into his techniques.

Suddenly, the technique changed. Where the original technique could not reach, now, as long as the mind desired it, the hands and feet could suddenly extend several inches, and all sorts of wonderful postures that were previously unthinkable could be easily performed.

After practicing this several times, my muscles and bones felt relaxed and my blood flowed smoothly. My fists and feet made a hollow sound when I punched, which was far more powerful than before.

How could he not be overjoyed?
"Not bad!"

Ren Shaoyang suddenly jumped up and laughed loudly.

This dungeon run was a close call; it seemed like a resounding victory, but in reality, the process was fraught with peril.

If he had not first acquired the "sacrifice mind" and greatly controlled himself, if he had not made the decisive move to exchange injury for injury, if he had not chosen to give up the iron rod.

Every "if" has an element of "no if".

He might even die and lose a precious dungeon opportunity!

Ren Shaoyang suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, singing: "Heaven and earth are vast and boundless, yet looking back, they seem both existent and nonexistent. When all is exhausted, one returns to chaos; at the precipice, one lets go and reveals one's true nature!"

The chant soared into the sky like thunder, sweeping through the valley and startling all the beasts in the mountains into howling at the heavens in response to the divine might.

The Third Ancestor Temple fell silent for a moment, then erupted into commotion as a large group of monks rushed into the Sutra Repository, only to find Abbot Xingjue lying on his back, his ribs shattered, dead.

The rest of the room was empty, with only the twinkling stars and the bright moon shining through the window.

The monks wept in unison. Xingming, the head of the monastic discipline, touched the abbot's body and said solemnly, "The power of the Great Vajra!"

"what?"

"Could it be that Lu Jian has come for revenge?"

The monks were terrified. Xingming, with his fiery temper, shouted, "Go! Find that wicked creature and avenge the abbot!"

The crowd readily agreed and followed the head monk out of the scripture pavilion.

Meanwhile, inside the Tower of Nature.

Lu Jian, who was writing and drawing and contemplating the true forms of the patriarchs of past generations, suddenly heard Ren Shaoyang's long roar.

It felt as if a thunderclap had struck inside the cave, with continuous sounds coming from all directions, like a vast army surrounding them.

When the whistling stopped.

The two looked at each other, stunned.

(End of this chapter)