Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 114 Kumotei's Crotch Kung Fu, Qiao Feng's Sound

Guided by two masters of the Xuan generation, Kumārajīva entered the main hall.

After bowing with his palms together, he said:

"I heard that Shaolin has issued a wide invitation to heroes to participate in this grand event, so I came here today to pay my respects. I never expected to witness a debate between Shaolin and Indian monks. My apologies."

Seeing his dignified appearance and having witnessed his profound inner strength, the crowd naturally dared not underestimate him.

As the abbot, Xuanci naturally stood up to greet the guests.

He stepped forward, clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully, and said:

"It is truly a fortunate event that the Imperial Preceptor has come from afar to the East."

Just then, the temple head was facing a difficult matter, and the arrival of the Imperial Preceptor came at the perfect time. They wished to request the Imperial Preceptor to uphold justice and distinguish right from wrong.

Then he introduced Shenshan, Zheluoxing and their fellow disciples to Kumārajīva one by one.

After the monks had finished greeting each other, Xuanci set up a seat in the center and invited Kumārajīva to take it. Kumārajīva declined slightly but then sat down.

Fearing that Kumārajīva might not have heard their discussion, Xuanci briefly repeated the scene from before.

Kumārajīva smiled after hearing this:

"The abbot asked me to uphold justice and make the judgment, but I would never dare to do so. However, after listening to the discussions on martial arts by the two masters from Shaolin and Tianzhu, I feel that both of them have their faults."

Xuanci replied, "Oh? What insightful opinion does the master have?"

"Feel free to speak your mind; I, Lao Ne, am all ears."

With a smile, Kumārajīva said, "Hehe, the Indian monk said: Shaolin has seventy-two unique skills, but not everyone can master every single one. This statement is wrong."

The Shaolin master believed that the Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, and Vajra Fist were all secret techniques of the Shaolin school, and that no one other than the direct disciples of your school could possibly know them, or that they had learned them by stealing from your school. This statement is utterly wrong.

Xuan Ci's junior brother, Xuan Sheng, asked loudly:

"According to the Imperial Preceptor, is there someone who can master all seventy-two unique skills of a school?"

Kumārajīva nodded and said, "That's right!"

Xuan Sheng pressed on, "May I ask, Grand Preceptor, who is this martial arts master?"

Kumārajīva said, "Hehe, I dare not accept the title of martial arts master."

Xuan Sheng's expression changed drastically, and he narrowed his eyes, saying, "Could it be the Imperial Advisor?"

Kumārajīva nodded, clasped his hands together, and said with a solemn and humble expression, "It is indeed this humble monk."

Upon hearing this, all the monks changed color. Kumārajīva always spoke with a humble tone, but the domineering content and the unintentional arrogance he revealed could not be hidden.

A few months ago, at the Murong family mansion in Yanziwu, Suzhou, he witnessed the legendary "Southern Murong and Northern Qiao Feng" who were renowned throughout the Central Plains.

After hearing the news of Murong Bo's death, and after single-handedly taking on six masters from Tianlong Temple, including Kurong,

He believed himself to be the most powerful martial artist in the Central Plains.

But after arriving at the Sanhe Manor, Qiao Feng from the North beat him so badly that his blood and qi surged, his breathing became disordered, and he cried out in pain. Murong from the South beat him so badly that he vomited blood.

This made him put away the arrogance he had accumulated before.

He then made a concerted effort to befriend Murong Fu, and after the latter taught him his divine skills, he practiced diligently day and night.

Needless to say, he had already mastered the Lesser Formless Skill to a minor degree, and the Yi Jin Jing was even more extraordinary.

He knew decades ago that the Yi Jin Jing was a treasure of martial arts.

After leaving Yanziwu, he immediately devoted himself to rigorous training. He had learned Sanskrit in his early years, so he had no difficulty reading the Sanskrit original of the Yijinjing and understood its meaning.

However, no matter how much he practiced, he made no progress. This is actually the difficulty of Yi Jin Jing. One must break through the illusions of "self" and "other" to enter the door. Only when one has no intention of practicing martial arts can one benefit from it.

However, Kumārajīva had a strong personality since childhood. Although he was a monk, he had been competitive for many years. He wanted to learn any advanced martial arts he saw, and he believed that he was exceptionally talented and that there was no martial art he could not learn if he wanted to.

This mindset goes against the principles of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), and forcing oneself to practice it will only harm oneself.

But Kumārajīva was unaware of this. He guessed that this was a superior internal skill, which would not be effective overnight.

Murong Bo once said that Shaolin's Yi Jin Jing and Tianlong Temple's Six Meridian Divine Sword were equally famous, being the two supreme treasures of martial arts.

He was naturally unwilling to give up, thinking that it might take him eight or ten years to finally understand and break through the barrier.

Then I thought of the Central Plains stories: Heaven rewards those who persevere; with determination, even the mighty Qin territory eventually fell to Chu; with patience and perseverance, the three thousand Yue soldiers were able to conquer Wu.

As long as he, Kumārajīva, works hard, he will definitely be able to do it!

So for the past few months, he secretly infiltrated Shaolin Temple as planned, using Xiaowuxiang Gong to simulate various special skills while also taking time to study Yi Jin Jing.

He dreamed of mastering divine skills, crushing Murong Fu and Qiao Feng, and becoming the number one person in the world.

Before he knew it, it was early September. At this moment, his Kumārajīva was able to use the Lesser Formless Skill to activate the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.

He was convinced that no one could tell the difference, so he went down the mountain and hired a few people to dress up as Tibetan monks and make what he considered the most impressive entrance in front of the Shaolin Temple.

Now, having uttered such astonishing words, and imagining that he could display the seventy-two unique skills next, Kumārajīva felt incredibly pleased.

But no one present believed him. As everyone knew, among the seventy-two Shaolin arts, there were techniques like the Iron Crotch Kung Fu, which specifically trained the lower body.

Some specialize in light-body skills such as land flight techniques and gecko wall-climbing attacks; others excel in fist and palm techniques, while still others rely on hidden weapons to win.

Whether it's a knife or a sword, each martial art has its own strengths, and most are different. Even if someone is proficient in five or six Shaolin skills, the bottom line is that they are mutually exclusive.

Both Xuan Sheng and Polo Xing practiced the Prajna Palm, the Vajra Fist, and the Maha Finger, all of which are hand techniques.

And since both are extremely powerful, it is natural to cultivate both.

However, it is absolutely impossible to practice the "flower-picking finger" technique again. A person's hands will change over the years as they practice a certain skill, so how can they be both soft and hard?

Legend has it that among the eminent monks of the past, there was one who was proficient in as many as thirteen Shaolin martial arts techniques, and was known in the martial arts world as the "Thirteen-Master Monk".

In the hundreds of years since the Shaolin Temple was founded, they have only had this one person.

As for Kumārajīva, he claimed to possess all seventy-two Shaolin arts, but even Shenshan, Boluoxing, and others believed that this was a deceptive statement and lacked credibility.

Moreover, among the seventy-two Shaolin skills, thirteen or fourteen are extremely difficult to learn and master.

Even a martial arts prodigy who dedicates their entire life to mastering any one of the disciplines may not necessarily succeed.

At this moment, all the monks of Shaolin Temple gathered together. Although there were more than a thousand people, even if all the monks' skills were combined, they could not even count all seventy-two unique skills.

Those present observed that Kumārajīva appeared to be only in his forties.

Even if he learns one unique skill per year, counting from the time he was born, he would have to wait until he is seventy-one years old to learn it.

Moreover, each of these seventy-two unique skills is extremely difficult and complex, as Shaolin monks have experienced firsthand. Could it be that he was able to master several of them in a year?

The monks couldn't help but discuss it. Although one person's voice wasn't loud, the whispers of a hundred people in the main hall made the entire hall seem as if it were filled with mosquitoes and flies.

Kumārajīva saw that almost no one believed him, which suited him perfectly. The more unbelievable the matter, the more prestige he would gain if he succeeded.

Amidst the noise, Kumārajīva slightly shifted his body, suddenly raised his left palm, and with a whoosh, his right fist struck out.

A bronze incense burner in the main hall, after being struck by Kumārajīva's fist, emitted a piercing metallic scraping sound and then jumped up. Some people recognized it as a move from the Great Vajra Fist, "Luozhong Dongying".

The monks in the hall fell silent abruptly, all watching Kumārajīva's actions.

His fist did not touch the cauldron, yet the cauldron made a sound. This was not particularly difficult. The fist was clearly thrown forward, but the cauldron jumped upward. This shows the skill of his fist and that he had truly grasped the essence of the "Great Vajra Fist".

Subsequently, Kumārajīva used the "Mahayana Finger", "Prajñā Palm", "Formless Finger", "Iron Crotch Skill" and "Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill" in turn.

Each one is incredibly powerful and invincible.

Everyone was speechless, especially Abbot Xuanci.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that Iron Crotch Kung Fu is his signature skill. Abbot Xuanci spent a great deal of time on this martial art throughout his life, which caused him to neglect his Buddhist practice.

I often regret it late at night, thinking that it is really time-consuming and exhausting to train for a single piece of iron, year after year, day after day.

But whenever he thinks about his iron skill, which is enough to make him stand out in the world, he feels comforted.

But at this moment, seeing Kumārajīva doing a handstand and splits, casually balancing the scorching bronze cauldron, catching himself off guard with such ease and grace, and still chatting and laughing without any fear of losing his true energy by making a sound.

Xuan Ci felt he was far inferior and couldn't help but sigh.

Kumārajīva said, "I am a Tibetan monk, but my skills have made everyone bow their heads in defeat, which proves that the seventy-two Shaolin skills were not created by Shaolin. The word 'Shaolin' should be removed, haha."

Xuan Ci remained silent, his heart aching as if being torn apart.

Seeing that he remained silent, Mozhi smiled and said, "This humble monk only wishes to ask the abbot to grant a request so that all martial arts practitioners in the world may be informed."

Why not just disband the Shaolin Temple and let all the eminent monks go their separate ways? Wouldn't that be better than wasting your youth in a Shaolin Temple that only has a hollow reputation?

As soon as he finished speaking, even the most composed Shaolin monks could not hold back and shouted loudly in rebuke. Xu Zhu, among them, was also indignant. The temple was his home, and he could not tolerate Kumārajīva's disparagement of Shaolin.

Only then did the monks realize that Kumārajīva had come to Shaolin Temple with the intention of destroying it all by himself. This would not only make him famous for all time, but also deprive the Central Plains martial arts world of a major stronghold, thus fulfilling his far-reaching ambitions for Tibet.

Kumārajīva continued:

"This humble monk came to the Central Plains alone, intending to witness the grandeur of Shaolin Temple and see what kind of solemn and magnificent atmosphere this place, known as the pinnacle of martial arts in the Central Plains, possessed. But... hehehe, it seems to be inferior to Tianlong Temple in Dali, located in the southern borderlands. Hehe! This has greatly disappointed this humble monk."

Shaolin Temple, what a joke!

"How about we make a deal?"

As he spoke, Kumārajīva walked outside.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival, the day when Shaolin Temple sends out invitations to heroes from all over the world to discuss important matters. Kumārajīva deliberately chose this day, hoping to make a name for himself in the Central Plains. When he went out, he saw that many martial arts figures from various sects and families had already gathered at the temple gate.

It was because Zhe Luoxing and others, along with Kumārajīva, had come to cause trouble ahead of time that these martial arts figures were not allowed into the temple and were all waiting at the entrance.

At this moment, Kumārajīva believed the time was perfect, and he channeled his inner energy, saying:

"Today, I will take the Shaolin Temple plaque back to Tibet. If any Shaolin monks in the future believe that they are comparable to me, they can go to my Great Snow Mountain Great Wheel Temple to retrieve the Shaolin plaque. What do you say?"

If no one can do it, don't blame me for laughing at those young scholars of the Central Plains, saying that Shaolin has no one left!

Just as Kumārajīva was about to remove the Shaolin signboard in front of everyone, a strange, dynamic sound suddenly came from afar.

Then came a powerful voice, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger:

"Who dares to say that Shaolin has no one left to rely on?!"