Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 255 Stealing Skills, Saving the Master

"Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha was staying on Mount Gijjhakuta, together with twelve hundred and fifty Arhats. At that time, there was a venerable one named Subduing Tiger..."

The monk Deyun radiated light, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He brought down a single palm, as if a mountain were collapsing, with unstoppable force, while continuously chanting scriptures.

"World Honored One, the minds of sentient beings are as wild and chaotic as tigers, burning with greed and anger, devouring the roots of goodness. What method should be used to subdue these tigers of the mind?"

"boom--!!"

In an instant, the blade and the palm print collided, producing a deafening explosion.

In an instant, milky white air surged and billowed, creating terrifying ripples visible to the naked eye.

Smoke rose from beneath the feet of the monk Deyun, dispersing the air currents. He formed a mudra with both hands, his eyes bulging upwards in anger, and he roared:
The Buddha told the Venerable One: "All fierce tigers arise from deluded thoughts, and all demons arise from their own attachments!"
If you wish to subdue a tiger, you must cultivate three methods!

The hand seals in his hands kept changing, and the speed was getting faster and faster, leaving only a phantom that was indistinct.

Finally, he pointed one finger to the sky and one finger to the ground, murmuring:

"The first is a crown of compassion, like honey smeared on a blade; even a tiger's lick will subdue it!"

The two swords of wisdom illuminate the emptiness of the five aggregates, and the tiger's appearance naturally dissolves!

The three are adorned with the armor of discipline and concentration, and wear the armor of diligent practice, making them impervious to even the most venomous tigers…

His voice grew louder and louder as he spoke, like a great bell, reverberating in all directions, each word like a precious object, radiating Buddhist light.

The armor, golden helmet, and Buddhist sword materialized on his body, dazzling and awe-inspiring.

"Fancy and flashy! Let you show off your skills to your heart's content!"

Wu Song held the knife and sneered, letting him do as he pleased. He grabbed the yellow gourd, took a big gulp, and his eyes immediately turned red.

As his blood and qi surged, his muscles and tendons jumped and throbbed as if he were alive. His skin stretched and contracted, revealing tiger stripes, and his eyes changed from red to yellow, eventually turning amber.

On his forehead, a golden "王" (king) character pattern, like gilded gold, exudes an ancient charm.

It was as if an ancient tiger demon had awakened, looking down at the immortals and Buddhas, brewing murderous intent.

Their momentum continued to rise, and they went head-to-head with the monks of Deyun Temple, holding their own.

The Arhat wanted to subdue the tiger, and the tiger also wanted to devour the Arhat. Who would win and who would lose? They had to fight it out.

"retreat!"

The Qi cultivators and martial artists from the other Five Elements Sect, Seven Clouds Sect, and Flowing Cloud Sword Sect were already terrified by the strength displayed by the two.

They immediately led their respective groups to evacuate, clearing the area, fearing they might be drawn into the conflict.

"This kind of momentum far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators entering the Dao realm, and is approaching the Yellow Court realm..."

"The Arhat Subduing Tiger Formation is renowned throughout the world. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation. It can gather the power of many people into one person, which is truly terrifying!"

"That Tiger Demon Wu Song has been wanted by the imperial court for many years, constantly on the run, without any resources to cultivate. How does he also possess such strength?"

"Don't forget, he's still seriously injured! Otherwise, wouldn't that mean..."

"Huang Ting?!"

Several Qi Refiners huddled together, speaking in hushed tones, their voices filled with doubt and uncertainty. By the end, their faces had turned ashen, their eyes brimming with regret.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have gotten involved!

"Master is by no means a pedantic person, why don't you take the initiative and interrupt that old monk?"

Liu Sheng stood on the sparrow's back, able to see the situation on the ground clearly.

Based on his understanding of Wu Song, his master's moral bottom line was just as flexible as his own.

He scoffed at all the rules of the martial arts world, prioritizing practicality and resorting to sneak attacks or underhanded tactics whenever possible.

Why didn't you interrupt the monk Deyun this time, knowing he was about to unleash a powerful attack?
Could it be...

"Stealing martial arts skills!"

Liu Sheng's eyes widened, and Wu Song's figure was reflected in his pupils. Sure enough, he saw Wu Song's eyes burning, and his fingers holding the hilt of the knife tapping slightly.

It was his little trick when he was trying to memorize things.

My master practiced martial arts at the Black Tiger Zen Temple, but was later expelled and wandered the martial world. His martial arts foundation was laid during his time at the temple.

Black Tiger Zen Temple is a branch temple of Fuhu Temple, so it can be said that its martial arts style is indeed from the Fuhu Temple lineage.

However, now that he has already established his foundation and reached the Qi Refining stage, what is the point of learning the Fuhu Temple's techniques again?
Just as Liu Sheng was racking his brains trying to figure it out, another change occurred in the arena below.

"Anger transforms into a red lotus, and a mad mind becomes the sacred ground. Subduing a tiger requires no staff; true subjugation is achieved through non-subjugation!"

Monk Deyun chanted Buddhist verses, dark red flames erupting from his feet like blooming lotuses. His face held a half-smile, half-anger, as he formed a mudra with his palms, seemingly holding a staff, and brought it crashing down on Wu Song's head.

"You wretched creature, if you don't surrender now, when will you?"

"You damn bastard!"

Wu Song suddenly sprang to his feet, letting out a tiger's roar. His blood and qi surged, and his true energy billowed. He pounced like a ferocious tiger, and the dagger in his hand flew like snowflakes.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

In an instant, hundreds and thousands of sword energies burst forth, soaring into the heavens and descending to the underworld, like a thousand troops charging into battle, attacking Monk Deyun, their murderous aura terrifying.

"Clang clang clang!!"

In an instant, the sword energy and Buddhist light clashed violently, like metal clashing, sparks flew everywhere, and waves of air surged, sweeping up large swathes of sword grass and pulverizing them into powder.

Within a radius of several hundred feet, the hard ground shattered instantly, and large amounts of dust and mud rose up, obscuring the view.

"Wu Song, how long are you going to resist?"

"You're already missing an arm, and your internal organs are injured. The whip marks on your back are getting worse the longer you stay here. If you don't surrender, don't blame this old monk for being ruthless!"

Amidst the smoke and dust, the monk Deyun roared like a lion. Clad in golden armor and wielding a Buddhist sword, he slashed and parried left and right with cunning and ruthless moves, yet there was not a single scratch on his body.

However, the group of martial monks from Fuhu Temple behind him were all deathly pale, their bronze aura dimmed, revealing terrifying knife marks.

Several people even suffered cuts and bleeding, but they gritted their teeth and persevered.

This Arhat Subduing Tiger Formation not only concentrates the power of all the monks into one person, but also distributes injuries to ensure combat effectiveness.

"puff!"

Suddenly, Wu Song forced the monk Deyun back with a single move, but instead of pursuing him, he stopped in place and spat out a jet of blood.

With a backhand slash, he sliced ​​off a solid mound of earth, along with a piece of skin and flesh, from his back.

His wound carried the aura of the Mountain-Driving Whip, which would absorb the essence of the surrounding Gen soil. The more true energy he used, the faster the absorption would be, and eventually the essence of the Gen soil would accumulate and solidify into a mountain.

The towering mud mountain that was originally hidden on the mountain-driving whip was formed by the essence of the Gen soil over time.

"Pooh!"

Wu Song straightened his back with difficulty, spat out a mouthful of blood, and charged forward again with his sword:
"If you want to fight, then fight! Why all this nonsense? If you bald monk are really capable, my good-for-nothing head is right here, take it!"

"act recklessly!"

The monk Deyun had a gloomy expression, showing no mercy on his face. He made a mudra with one hand and held a sword in the other, focusing his attack on Wu Song's weak side, which was missing an arm.

After a dozen or so rounds, the monks behind him suddenly exploded, turning into a pile of minced meat.

However, he could not withstand the injuries and died on the spot.

As a result, the once imposing and dominant Deyun monk suddenly lost his momentum, his aura weakened considerably, and the Buddhist light around him dimmed considerably.

At this point, Wu Song was already at his limit.

Especially the essence of the earth that had been repeatedly cut and absorbed onto its back had revealed its white bones.

Seeing this, Monk Deyun immediately called out to the Qi cultivators from various sects who were watching:

"Gentlemen, this man is a wanted criminal of the imperial court. He is crippled and severely injured, and is at his last gasp. I beg you all to lend a hand and help this old monk subdue this demon!"

Before he could finish speaking, a hawk's cry descended from the sky—

"Wow!"

(End of this chapter)