With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 512 Anger Fuels Inner Demons, Causing Chaos at the Martial Monks' Temple! (6,000 words in two parts)

how so?

Can't tell.

Actually, that's just how he felt.

Because, in terms of distance, it is indeed closer.
Liao Chen shook his head and spread his chubby hand:
"This humble monk does not know either."

The powerful monks in the temple are preparing to try using the Buddha's radiance to see if they can restore the golden bodies of the eighteen Arhats corrupted by demons.

This matter must be kept secret, and naturally, it cannot be discussed with Meng Chuan, an "outsider."

"understood."

He wasn't disappointed.

It's not a big problem, as long as his martial arts luck is strong enough.

Distance is no longer an issue.
Meng Chuan and Liao Chen continued to sit by the wall, chatting about information related to the Eighteen Arhats, and gained a lot.

The fat monk answered almost every question he asked.

If you can't answer, just laugh it off.

Meng Chuan guessed that the reason was probably that there were some things that Shaolin needed to keep secret, so they wouldn't force anyone to do it.

On the training ground, the monks were practicing their boxing.

Those who were near the vermilion-lacquered gate saw a monk walking with a powerful stride.

He immediately stopped and put his hands together, saying:

"Amitabha, Master Huiyuan."

Huiyuan responded by putting his hands together and saying "Excellent."

Meng Chuan also saw this person; it was his Luohan Fist master.

Seeing him make this move from afar, the muscles in his arms looked like a tiger crouching in the mountains.

His large muscles bulged, and his monk's robe was so tight it looked like it was about to burst.

Combine internal and external training to become a master of external martial arts.

Huiyuan continued walking inside, preparing to go to the inner hall to change into the short robe he usually wore in the training ground.

Because I was thinking about two things, my senses were focused on the three jiaos of my consciousness, so I didn't notice that there was another person in the courtyard.

As soon as he had a thought, the temperature in the entire inner room became even colder.

"The person who blasphemed the Buddha in the main hall that day has still not been found."

The changing room.

He took off his monk's robe, carefully folded it, revealing an extremely terrifyingly muscular physique.

At this moment, Huiyuan looked at his own body with a satisfied expression.

He was already exceptionally talented in external martial arts, and seeing no hope of becoming a grandmaster, he focused solely on external martial arts training.

Looking back now, it can be considered a "small" success.

As I changed into a short jacket that would be more convenient for teaching and practice, I pondered:

"The Venerable Bai Bao told me to teach the students from the Northern Union University, but I don't know if they've come today."

Actually, he had come to the martial monks' academy early in the morning, but left after not seeing anyone.

……

As he slowly walked out, all the monks focused their attention on Master Huiyuan and greeted him.

The shadows covered a large open area of ​​the training ground.

Huiyuan slightly bent over and took two steps.

Like a tiger hunting in the mountains, their movements are generally identical.

Standing before the wall, the fat monk pointed and said:
"This is the true Shaolin skill, the Tiger-Taming Fist, which I have mastered to the bone marrow."

Despite its tiger-like appearance, its boxing style is based on the principles of form and intent.

"The intention is to subdue the tiger, not merely to imitate it?"

"Good."

Meng Chuan jokingly stirred up trouble:

"Who is stronger, Master Liaochen or Master Huiyuan?"

"This humble monk is far inferior."

"You're too modest, Master, hahaha."

He could sense that the fat monk sitting next to him was also a martial arts master who didn't show off his skills.

As one's skill level deepens, one can only discern the school of martial arts by engaging in combat.

Just like the big fat monk next to him.

His words were unassuming, and his movements were unassuming.

Who would have thought he was a martial arts master specializing in the dragon-shaped boxing style of the Imitation Style?
Liao Chen chanted a Buddhist prayer to Hui Yuan from afar, then turned to Meng Chuan beside him and said:

“Amitabha, Master Huiyuan has arrived. Benefactor Meng can now seek his guidance.”

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"Benefactor Meng?"

"Meng"

Liao Chen fell silent. Even the most obtuse person could sense that something was amiss.

Not to mention him.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became extremely heavy.

It seemed as if a storm was brewing, and the entire training ground grew colder.

At this moment, Meng Chuan naturally had no time to answer Chen.

His gaze was fixed on Huiyuan.

Because at that moment, the other party was also staring intently at him!
The Shaolin monk, the Xingyiquan instructor, looked very displeased.
Huiyuan also noticed Meng Chuan beside Chen when he greeted Chen.

I only discovered it after I began to perceive it.

This person is the one who blasphemed the Buddha in the Great Buddha Hall that day!
His gaze grew increasingly hostile, and he swayed slowly toward Meng Chuan, taking one step at a time.

Its imposing aura dissipated unconsciously, like a tiger about to pounce.

On the field, everyone naturally sensed that something was wrong and fell silent.

The young monk Jueming, standing to the side, was also extremely surprised, not knowing what was going on.

The two had never met before, and they didn't know why Master Huiyuan was behaving this way.

For what reason did he rush towards Meng Chuan in this state?

Standing in front of the wall, Meng Chuan was also puzzled, wondering what he had done to offend the other party.

His certificate is valid forever.

But no matter how hard I searched my memory, I couldn't find the answer, and I'd never even seen this person before.

"Could it be that I accidentally killed his relatives, friends, parents, or something like that?"

A demonic martial artist, or his own enemy?
Is Wu Gensheng (Lin Yue) his illegitimate son?

I don't understand.

Having thought this through, I stopped thinking about it and immediately concluded that it was just asking for trouble.

If you don't want to teach, then don't teach. Who are you trying to impress with this attitude?

Under the pressure of the other party's imposing aura, he slowly stood up.

His eyes turned cold as he fixed his gaze on the head monk of the martial arts academy, poised to unleash his power.

The dust on the ground, stirred by the two men's powerful aura, slowly rose from the ground and hovered in mid-air.

Step, step, step
Meng Chuan pushed forward, taking the initiative to walk forward.

As it rose, it drew forth white mist and dust, and sparks flew in the empty room, all of which lunged menacingly toward Huiyuan.

How could Meng Chuan tolerate being pressured by the other party?

A grandmaster should know when to back down; a martial arts master is just so-so.

After his battle with Venom, he is very confident in his current strength and has the right to be arrogant.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder roared like the tide of a spring river.

Meng Chuan unleashed his full power, drawing in a corner of leaden clouds on the horizon.

Why is he so hostile?

This is because of malicious perceptions such as hostility and murderous intent.

One can also distinguish between high and low by observing the flow of Qi.

Some people, due to jealousy or anger, experience a feedback of energy back to themselves, as if they were being pricked by a needle between their eyebrows.

Some, like murderous intent or hatred, are even deeper forms of animosity.

Just like the aura revealed by the demonic cultivators during the previous ambush at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

The sensation was felt on his body; it was as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer between his brows, giving him a swift and immediate alertness.

At this moment, according to his perception.

Huiyuan's hostility was comparable to that of the people from the Summoning Demon Palace who had previously surrounded and intercepted him!
He raised an eyebrow and said coldly:
"Huiyuan? I don't know where I, Meng, have offended you?"

Huiyuan felt a tingling sensation on his pores, and he knew that the opponent's momentum was coming towards him.

He remained silent as a beam of golden light washed over him from head to toe, relieving all numbness and leaving him completely clean.

Then he walked forward and slowly began to speak:
"Come with me to the Great Buddha Hall, repent before the Buddha, and I may follow the wishes of the Venerable Monk Bai Bao and continue to teach you."

"?"

The donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth.

Meng Chuan frowned, wondering what he wanted him to repent for.

I didn't offend Huiyuan, but I offended Buddha?
wrong!

He was a disciple of the Northern Union University and had only been at Shaolin Temple for a few days. How could he possibly have any connection with the Buddha?
Huiyuan had received the notification from Master Baibao, so he was naturally aware of this as well.

Why say these things?
"Come back to the Mahavira Hall with me."

He searched his memory and suddenly remembered something.

The only time I had direct contact with Buddha was when I first visited the Great Hall of Shaolin Temple yesterday on my way up the mountain!
Did the other person, who was present at the time, feel that they had blasphemed Buddha?

Why didn't you react then, but now you're acting like a fanatic, attacking yourself?
Judging from his delirious state, he remained silent at the time, probably because he was worried about disturbing the Buddha's peace.

He thought for only a moment, and guessed most of it.

With this thought in mind, Meng Chuan narrowed his eyes and said calmly:
"I am neither a Buddhist nor have any faith. Do I have to kowtow to Buddha three times and bow nine times to show respect?"

Huiyuan's aura grew even stronger, especially his eyes, which became increasingly terrifying.

Like a vicious tiger that chooses its prey to devour anyone it can.

"Your smirking and joking attitude towards Buddha is blasphemy."

"Do I really have to wear a long face?"

Meng Chuan frowned.

The other person's behavior suggests they've gone mad.

He's truly obsessed.

This kind of person is probably difficult to communicate with.

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Beside him, the fat monk also stood up.

Gone was her憨态 (simple and honest) smile; instead, she frowned and asked him:

"Brother Meng, have you done anything disrespectful to Buddha?"

"No."

Liao Chen's expression softened. He practiced the Heart Sutra Mantra of Recognizing Colors and realized that Meng Chuan had not lied.

Coming to his senses, he realized to himself that he had become attached to appearances.

This is Shaolin Temple; how dare anyone disrespect the Buddha?

Meng Chuan is definitely not stupid.

He could also tell from the conversation that had just taken place in the corner.

His extraordinary intelligence is far from what is rumored.

Moreover, the other party is also a national talent, and must know about the realm of immortals and Buddhas.

It is impossible for them to do anything blasphemous, nor would they dare to.

At this point, Meng Chuan felt bored.

Seeing that Huiyuan was not moving, he prepared to leave.

There's not much to say about people who are obsessed.

"Step aside."

Meng Chuan walked to Huiyuan's side, but the other's large figure blocked his way.

In this situation, there's no point in learning anything.

Shaolin has many rules. I'm going back to the Moon Terrace Garden. I'll let Master Bai Bao know and say hello.

He will then have Jueming help him retrieve the boxing techniques from the Sutra Repository.

Self-study is the way to go.

Seeing Meng Chuan approach, Huiyuan's mountain-like body remained motionless.

His eyebrows were lowered, concealing his hungry tiger-like appearance. The monks watching nearby probably understood what was going on.

Master Huiyuan's unwavering devotion to the Buddha is evident to Heaven and Earth.

For decades, he has served her for six hours every day without fail.

He wouldn't blame his disciples for slacking off during martial arts practice.

However, if a disciple is not respectful enough to the Buddha, or is lazy in his service, then...

Once he notices, punishment is inevitable.

But the key is
Meng Chuan is not a Shaolin disciple.
“Brother Meng doesn’t believe in Buddhism, so just don’t go to the Mahavira Hall in the future. Master Huiyuan, please calm down. Brother Meng is also a distinguished guest of Shaolin, so why be like this?”

A disciple from the martial arts academy, who had three restrictions, acted as a peacemaker, standing up and laughing it off.

Upon hearing this, Huiyuan glanced at him.

Seeing that Meng Chuan was expressionless, he rushed straight towards him without stopping at all.

And it's that same casual attitude again!

The nameless fire in my heart burned ever brighter.

"Amitabha--"

Huiyuan let out a long sigh, but no further commotion occurred.

In the distance, several senior disciples of the Three Limits Martial Monk Academy suddenly sprang up and rushed towards the location of the two.

Before each action, Master Huiyuan would recite a long, drawn-out chant!
Meng Chuan is only a second-tier candidate. If something really happens to him, how can he explain it to the North Associated University?

But at this moment, Huiyuan had already lost his mind due to Meng Chuan's provocation.

They really made their move!
The chant of "Amitabha" was incredibly powerful, and the air suddenly resounded with a muffled boom like a great bell.

His right palm turned a golden-bronze color, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and he slammed it down on Meng Chuan's shoulder with an immense force.

It is one of the Shaolin's signature techniques, the Vajra Subduing Demon Palm.

Before the palm even touched the ground, all the dust was instantly drawn in, and the wind pressure carried the dust down from the sky, resembling a mighty tornado.

Before Meng Chuan's body could change, a huge crater had been created beneath his feet by the wind pressure and the force of his punch. Dust gathered there, and a tornado poured into the collapsed crater like a flood.

The monks' expressions changed drastically; they couldn't understand why this had happened.
Master Huiyuan is serious now; he's completely gone mad!
At this moment, Huiyuan was free of distractions and disregarded everything else.

All I wanted to do was severely punish the disrespectful person in front of me!
Master Bai Bao's instructions, Meng Chuan's identity, and everything else.

They were all forgotten.

Buddha told him to do it!

But did Buddha really allow him to do it?
When Meng Chuan looked up, he saw not a fierce-looking Vajra, but a vicious tiger with all its features.

Use God to see.

He saw his inner demons in his eyes.

When the art of observing qi is perfected, it can reveal many hidden "qi mechanisms".

He had anticipated Huiyuan's sudden attack.

Several masters of the third level were rushing towards the two, while the other monks of the first and second levels also showed expressions of reluctance.

Jueming looked deeply ashamed. He hadn't understood the situation clearly beforehand, and now he had truly caused Brother Meng's trouble.
But in the next instant, the three masters all froze in mid-air.

A scene that no one expected has occurred!

Facing the Vajra Subduing Demon Palm, Meng Chuan neither dodged nor retreated, but instead met it with a punch aimed straight at the heavens!

The instant fist and palm collide, the air currents surged forth like dragons and phoenixes dancing, unleashing their full power.

Centered on the intersection of the two people, the area within a radius of several tens of feet, and even the entire training ground!

Cracks spread rapidly, gullies burst open inch by inch, and the solidified ground collapsed instantly.

The airflow exploded, and the two terrifying forces collided and dispersed, rushing towards the red brick wall like a tidal wave, instantly collapsing it.

The people in the other courtyards were also shocked by the sound of the wall collapsing.

Not knowing what had happened, people rushed over to see what was going on.

At this moment, Meng Chuan was completely buried in the ground.

Only the fist was exposed, supporting the towering giant hand.

Above, the power of the earth element has been transformed into a tangible scene.

His bones creaked and popped, and the imagery covering his head resembled the palm of Buddha.

Seeing Huiyuan baring her teeth, she was like a madwoman, still pressing down.

He didn't fall, but the ground beneath his feet wasn't firm enough, and he sank in.

He realized this during the confrontation.

Huiyuan's Qi and Blood are at least 50,000 points!
Such a powerful martial arts master's arm strength is enhanced by his blood, qi, and fist techniques.

Its power is so great that it could break a bridge across the river.

Meng Chuan's gaze turned sinister, and anger erupted within him.

He believed that no martial arts master of the second limit could withstand this palm strike except himself.

That damned monk, he wants his own life!
liberation!

Final liberation!
He's going to kill this troublemaking monk!
call.
A thick fog billowed out from the enormous pit, spreading through the air like milk, instantly enveloping the entire training ground.

Boom!
Boom! !

Boom! ! !
A terrifying heartbeat came from the mist, and the hearts of all the monks in the hall began to pound in unison.

A storm raged in everyone's hearts; they could hardly imagine what was happening within the fog.
At this moment!

A terrifying monster was emerging from the thick fog.
The air currents swirled wildly, and the thick fog dissipated.

A hand, larger than Huiyuan himself, emerged first from the thick fog.

Slowly, it pressed against the yellowish-brown "Buddha's Palm," then enveloped it, as if squeezing a bird to death.

In mid-air, Huiyuan's eyes were bloodshot, with only a small black dot visible in the center.

His qi and blood surged like a fiery dragon, and he continuously exerted his strength, pressing downwards and increasing the power of his intention!

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
The giant hand straightened completely, and a violent shockwave rose into the air.

The gusts of air roared, and Huiyuan raised his other hand to try and block it.

In vain!

It was all in vain!
The force and wind pressure formed an arc as it surged upwards, creating a wave that disturbed the sea of ​​clouds, resembling a crescent moon rising into the sky.

boom--!
Huiyuan's muscles trembled violently, and his mental state collapsed and disintegrated.

The martial arts master of the third level was sent flying by a single palm strike!

Come on!

Then, his figure was fully revealed, shocking the monks for a hundred years!

Meng Chuan's body shimmered with golden light, visible even through the mist, his golden form protecting him.

What are Hinayana and Mahayana?
His reason vanished, and his animalistic instincts were unleashed!
All the restraint he usually exercised was thrown to the back of his mind.

Its body, shimmering with colors like blue, purple, and black, emerges from the mist.

The "true Buddha" stepped out of the pit!
The twenty-meter-tall figure shimmered with strange, mysterious light, staring intently at the young monk Huiyuan.

Within his body, the springs erupted like volcanoes, and thunderous internal energy surged forth, coiling around his right arm like a raging dragon of strange colors!
His palm crackled with extremely suppressed demon-subduing lightning, which instantly covered the area with a vast stream of fire!
No need for further words, I'll fucking slap you too!
Boom!

Aside from not wearing the Ferocious Armor and activating "Power Mode".

Meng Chuan unleashed his most extreme power at this moment!

He wants it!

He killed Huiyuan with a single palm strike!
In an instant, a tremendous force capable of destroying cities and overturning mountains surged forth!
Huiyuan's golden armor peeled off in a flurry. Before his palms could even touch his head, the cracking sound of his cervical spine and the pain of his head being squeezed into his body by the pressure spread throughout his body.

When the Standing Golden Bell Horizontal Training was pushed to its limit, his whole body burst forth with dazzling golden light, which gathered at his chest and neck, like a small sun rising and forcefully converging towards the top of his head.

withstand!

The palm strike was like a mountain collapsing and collapsing, with raging flames soaring into the sky.

The firmly grasped thunderbolt crashed down in the form of a "falling sun"!
A sudden gust of wind arose, and crimson flames dyed the surrounding earth red.

A deep, terrifying rumble of thunder followed closely behind.

The giant hand slammed into the ground!

Thousands upon thousands of streaks of crimson fire and lightning, carrying sand, stones, dust, and bricks, were flung into the air and scattered in all directions.

……

Meanwhile, the situation developed far beyond the monks' expectations.

Meng Chuan's transformation into a 20-meter giant was truly astonishing.

Seeing that they were being affected, the monks scattered and hid in the distance.

Looking out at the central battlefield, no one dared to intervene!

This place was originally the training ground for Shaolin geniuses.

With the elders absent and the battlefield in chaos, even the masters of the Three Limits Sect couldn't find an opportunity to act and could only wait.

In this vast martial arts academy, Meng Chuan alone acted like a tyrant!

As the dust settled, the monks saw that the training ground looked as if a magnitude 9 earthquake had occurred.

Countless massive ravines crisscrossed the area, and rings of ash and dust transformed into dark yellow ripples that relentlessly spread in all directions.

Those who can keep their eyes focused on the training field from a distance can witness this terrifying scene.

The giant was seen chasing a golden light and smashing it like a moving whack-a-mole. With each punch, a huge, bottomless crater was created.

At this moment, Meng Chuan was burning with murderous intent and did not stop for a moment, chasing after Huiyuan and beating him mercilessly.

He swiftly caught up and unleashed a powerful punch, clenching his fist and pouring out a torrent of lightning!

The shadow of death loomed, and the inner demons were completely cornered.

Huiyuan regained his senses at this moment, but he was unable to fight back or stop the enraged Meng Chuan.

He could only rely on the speed brought by the third major change in his physical condition to frantically evade Meng Chuan's pursuit.

They dared not be distracted in the slightest, for if they were even slightly touched, they would be reduced to ashes!
Meng Chuan's power terrified him.

The goal is to keep at it until the opponent's strength is exhausted and they can no longer maintain their enormous size.

Or perhaps, their strength is exhausted, and they are caught up and smashed into a pulp.
If they try to counterattack, their strength is inferior to their opponent's.

Condensing one's artistic conception is quite physically demanding, and one's opponent, with a body twenty meters tall, can easily tear it to shreds in no time.

The Buddhist martial arts he once relied on so heavily couldn't even withstand a single blow, turning him into a laughingstock.

Huiyuan had no choice but to struggle on and flee in all directions.

Another shadow, the size of a five-meter palm, loomed overhead. Huiyuan's hair stood on end, and he narrowly avoided it.

A shower of flying pebbles rose from the ground with terrifying acceleration, splashing onto his back and stinging painfully.

Huiyuan froze for a moment, his body tilting to one side.

It turned out that he lost his balance and didn't have a firm footing on the uneven ground.

He was about to fall into the pit!

When Meng Chuan saw this, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth, revealing his sharp white teeth that gleamed with a cold light!
They quickened their pace even further.

This punch was exceptionally vicious.

It was as if a towering pillar of lightning had suddenly fallen!

Lao Tzu, I'll send you to see Buddha.
boom! ! !
The earth cracked, and dust scattered everywhere.

The crater was hit hard and expanded outwards again.

At the same time, the depth completely submerged the top of Meng Chuan's head, which was twenty meters high.

At this moment, Meng Chuan's heart was filled with the joy of revenge.

Inside the pit, he swung his arms, leaving afterimages, sparks flying and lightning flashing as he furiously pounded the ground.

He got carried away with the ride, soaring a hundred meters into the air before crashing heavily into the pit!

With each punch, the crater was dug deeper and deeper, impacting the entire martial monk academy built along the mountainside and bringing it to the brink of collapse!
Inside the cave, Meng Chuan's eyes were bloodshot, with a small black dot in the center that was particularly dazzling if you looked directly at them.

He was still frantically plowing the land.

Inside the pit, only mud and dust swirled around.

In fact, Huiyuan had long since disappeared.

A white cloud drifted lazily above the Martial Monks' Academy.

Above the clouds, there was an old monk with white eyebrows rubbing prayer beads, and the Buddha himself dressed in a light yellow robe.

Huiyuan was also lying next to the two of them, looking at Meng Chuan's crazed appearance below, her face full of lingering fear.

If it weren't for the rescue by Master Bai Mei, he would probably be dead by now.

If you fall into the pit, it's like garlic being violently crushed by a garlic pestle; it would probably be mashed into blood plasma long ago.

The White-Browed Academy Master gazed upon the entire Martial Academy, his heart bleeding.
The training ground, in particular, is basically unusable.

The once neat and compacted concrete ground has been completely reduced to ruins.

Inside the large cave, Meng Chuan's strength finally gave out.

Unable to maintain its final liberation, its size continued to shrink.

His hands, however, continued relentlessly, furiously hammering at the nonexistent enemy.

The movements gradually slowed down, and the arm swings and punches, which were like afterimages, slowly became one strike at a time.

Above the clouds.

Looking down, Meng Chuan vented his frustrations.

In the eyes of the Buddha, he saw the inner demons.

(End of this chapter)