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

Chapter 70 Statue of the Patriarch (Seeking monthly votes!)

"Hey, Master, why are you kneeling before me?"

Seeing the monk kneeling down devoutly, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but ask a question.

But then he suddenly remembered that the monk in the original story was deaf and mute, so he squatted down and carved the words with his finger.

With a casual wave of his hand, the monk wrote a few words: "Mad Zen of Mount Sumeru".

Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang suddenly realized and wrote: "You've mistaken me for Master Chong's successor?"

Monk Hun wrote: "The mad Zen of Mount Sumeru is the unique skill of the old master, and it cannot be learned by anyone but a true successor."

Ren Shaoyang thought to himself, "So he identified me based on the uniqueness of this skill?" He then smiled and wrote, "Master, I obtained the 'Six Ultimate Techniques for Suppressing Demons' at the Third Ancestor Temple. To be honest, I am not actually your disciple."

Upon hearing this, Monk Hun stared at him intently, then smiled calmly. After thinking for a moment, he wrote: "It is ordained by Heaven that I am destined to be a successor of the Vajra lineage."

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback, and then wrote: "Master, isn't there only one successor to the Vajra lineage in each generation?"

The monk revealed a terrifying smile and quickly wrote eight characters.

"The thirty-two marks are actually non-marks."

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback, pondered carefully, and then wrote: "Not bound by the surface of worldly affairs, but grasping the constant amidst constant change?"

The monk's eyes lit up, and he wrote: "Destined to meet, not bad."

Ren Shaoyang smiled, sat cross-legged, and wrote to the monk Hun: "Master, I came here hoping to enter the Heavenly Pagoda, comprehend the realm of my true self, and understand my true nature."

Monk Hun nodded and wrote: "Young Master is exceptionally talented, transcending the mind and form. Therefore, upon first entering the 'One Form' realm, he can freely control his strength, using immense divine power in a single sword strike, silently and without a trace, which is truly astonishing!"

Ren Shaoyang felt ashamed upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "How could this be my amazing talent?"

This is clearly the result of the "selfless" supernatural power!

Since his last enlightenment, he has integrated the "thirty-two marks" into one, and can move, sit, and lie down at will, quickly achieving complete control.

This kind of extraordinary ability is the terrifying aspect of the "heartless" approach, which is often unassuming yet powerful.

In contrast, there is the Heavenly God Sect, the disciple of the Fish Monk. When he first entered this realm, he was incredibly strong, but he couldn't control it. He needed to wear stone armor and carry a heavy sword to suppress the divine power within his body.

Nevertheless, the Tenjin Sect was still able to slaughter throughout Japan and was invincible.

However, Ren Shaoyang thought again that he had also figured out the "Heart-Sacrificing Style" himself, and he had also figured out the hidden supernatural power of merging with heaven and earth, and the ever-changing supernatural power of controlling force.

So, the monk Hun said I have exceptional talent.

Hmm, why doesn't it count?
You have a great eye for people!
Ren Shaoyang beamed and continued writing, "Master, in that case, may I enter the Tower of Heaven?"

The monk nodded and wrote: "Of course, this old monk would also like to introduce another Vajra successor to the young master."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow. Was he going to introduce Lu Jian to me?
He thought for a moment, and just as he was about to continue writing, he suddenly heard the sound of clothes rustling through the air.

Ren Shaoyang immediately looked up and saw a kind-looking young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, carrying a beautiful woman, moving like lightning on the cliff. He drew a big "Z" in the air and, after a few leaps, climbed to the top of the cliff.

Whether it was because Ren Shaoyang's gaze was too dazzling or because the two sensed each other, the young man suddenly turned around and saw the white-robed youth at the bottom of the cliff.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly at him and raised his hand in greeting: "Hi~!"

This young man was none other than Lu Jian, who had resolved his own Black Heaven Tribulation and broken through to the Refining God Realm in one fell swoop.

Lu Jian didn't understand, but still gave Ren Shaoyang a smile.

Just then, the woman in his arms suddenly pressed her face against his shoulder and gently kissed his earlobe with her red lips.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes widened suddenly: "Exciting~!"

Lu Jianru, burned by the fire, felt extremely ashamed. He hurriedly bowed in Ren Shaoyang's direction, then grabbed the woman and fled in one direction.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang found it amusing and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

When Monk Hun saw him suddenly burst into laughter, he assumed that he was excited to be able to enter the Heavenly Pagoda to pay homage to the patriarch, so he also smiled.

He immediately got up and strode away.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang strode after him, and the two walked for a while before arriving at a cliff.

Then, Monk Hun leaped down the cliff, his feet wrapped around an old vine, and he swung through the air, clearing ten zhang in a flash, before landing in a cave on the opposite cliff.

Ren Shaoyang saw the monk beckoning to him at the cave entrance, so he crouched down and went inside. He checked the distance, then stomped on the ground with a loud bang, and shot up like a rocket.

He leaped a full five zhang (approximately 10 meters), but when he reached mid-air, he lost his strength and was about to fall when he shouted and suddenly swung out his right hand.

"bass"!
A ten-foot-long, clear blue sword blade suddenly shot out, growing thinner and longer as the Great Vajra infused it with divine power!
In the end, it transformed into a five-zhang-long strand of sword thread, drifting and swaying, before touching the opposite cliff face.

With a snap, a small hole appeared in the cliff face, and the sword threads probed in continuously, fitting perfectly.

Ren Shaoyang's descent abruptly stopped, and he bounced in mid-air like a yo-yo. He suddenly gathered his strength, and the sword threads snapped back like a measuring tape, carrying him "whoosh" towards the opposite cliff.

As Ren Shaoyang fell into the cave, the sword threads flowed out from the hole above and were returned to the scabbard.

"Haha, what a wonderful treasure!"

Ren Shaoyang raised his fist and looked at the sword sheath on the inside of his arm, then burst out laughing.

"The Divine Sword Dragon Capture is truly wondrous and infinitely useful. As long as I have enough internal energy, I can make it as long as I want! Damn it, I can make someone run thirty-nine meters first, and then throw my forty-meter-long greatsword!"

Ren Shaoyang walked into the cave with a smile, when suddenly he was struck by a bright light that made it almost impossible to open his eyes. He squinted for a moment before he could see the scenery in front of him.

The area was covered with blue and white rocks. The valley floor was about twenty feet in circumference, gradually narrowing upwards until it reached a tiny hole at the top that connected to the sky.

Moonlight streamed in like water, reflecting off the stone wall repeatedly, creating a sparse, shimmering, and coldly bright moon shadow. One felt as if they were in a world of crystal.

The monk Hun was located at the foot of a stone wall, above which were several stone rings. A zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) above the stone rings were eight large characters.

"The thirty-two marks are actually non-marks."

Upon arriving at this place, Ren Shaoyang looked at the handwriting and the scene that resembled a Buddhist kingdom. He felt a sense of tranquility spreading from his chest, so he suppressed his smile, put his hands together in respect.

The monk also put his hands together in prayer and then raised his hand to gesture.

Ren Shaoyang knew that the statues of the patriarchs of all generations were right in front of him, and that he was to go and pay homage and contemplate them. So he bowed to Monk Hun and strode to the stone wall.

There were six stone boxes on the stone wall, each with inscriptions below it. From left to right, they read "Master Jiuru", "Great Master Huasheng", "Yuantoutuo", "Master Chong", "Great Bitter Venerable", and "Fish Monk".

Ren Shaoyang first bowed three times to the stone wall, and then looked up and saw that there were portraits on the top of the stone box.

They were all small statues of monks, each with a gesture, appearance, and expression that were incredibly lifelike and captivating.

There is the "I am the only one" appearance of the Nine Patriarchs, the "Child of Bliss" appearance of the Peanut Master, and the "Bright Moon and Flowing Wind" appearance of Master Chong. Finally, when we get to the Fish Monk, the artistic conception changes again, and he is the "Great Fool and Great Clumsiness" appearance, which is profound, simple and compassionate.

Ren Shaoyang had cultivated the Great Vajra Divine Power for a long time, and in his daily life, he had long since cultivated it into his body, possessing Buddha-nature. After observing them for a long time, he felt an increasing connection with these six venerable beings.

But every gesture, every frown, every smile of the miniature figure seemed to possess a profound mystery.

Immersed in the process, the "sacrifice of mind" technique activated its power, and the body unconsciously began to manifest the "thirty-two forms" again.

At this moment, however, Ren Shaoyang did not adhere to any standard posture, but simply changed it as he pleased.

Under such practice, the "Giving Heart Style" and the "Thirty-Two Marks" and even the original form of the Patriarch produced a miraculous reaction.

But as Ren Shaoyang twisted his body, a sound like a torrent of water came out, which was the sound of blood flowing. The sound was so loud that it was hard to believe.

At the same time, Ren Shaoyang gradually restrained his disguised posture, simplifying the thirty-two phases to sixteen phases, then to eight phases, and finally to four phases and two phases.

What's amazing is that although he simplified his movements, the transformed power within his body did not decrease; on the contrary, it surged continuously in his meridians and blood.

"Knock knock knock knock~!"

Ren Shaoyang's heart began to beat wildly inside his chest cavity, displaying vigorous vitality.

This vibration was incredibly powerful, repeatedly surging within the tower, gradually forming a shockwave, like giant waves crashing against the shore.

Even though the monk was deaf, he could still feel the ground shaking beneath his feet, with stone chips falling all around him.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang threw a punch!
Upon seeing this, the monk's eyes widened in astonishment.

This punch is delivered by simply assuming a horse stance and throwing a straight punch with the arm straight down. It is the starting stance of the "One God Fist," which may seem like a child's playful antics to onlookers.

But in the eyes of the monk Hun, when he threw this punch, Ren Shaoyang appeared like a dream under the moonlight, as domineering as a sword, as elusive as a claw, as light as a robe, as graceful as a finger, as tall as a staff reaching for the sky.

It was as if several Ren Shaoyangs, each using a different move, were smiling, and all of them merged into this punch!
The scene was so strange, it seemed like a dream, and could not be real.

After a moment of stunned silence, I suddenly heard the sound of a sword ringing out!
The monk suddenly felt a chill and looked abruptly at Ren Shaoyang.

Suddenly, he appeared to be holding a long, dark blue sword. With a flick of his wrist, the sword flashed.

Gradually, the sword light and the moonlight seemed to merge into one. As he danced, Monk Hun gradually realized that he could only see the moonlight and not the sword.

It seems that Ren Shaoyang is holding the moonlight and dancing!

At the same time, what the monk Hunhe didn't see was...

Ren Shaoyang's smile was captivating, and he slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed.

A gaze, inexplicably piercing yet sharp as a sword, slowly lit up.

It was as if two small suns had been lit up in the darkness!
"It wasn't easy," Ren Shaoyang sighed. "I've finally figured out the 'Eye-Clearing Style'."
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P.S.: 10,000 words in three updates! Mwah!

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