The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

"Ku Cheng, you are old. It's time for Shaolin to change its appearance. Who in the martial arts world still knows about the Shaolin sect? What's the point of clinging to life like this? It would be better to become the soil for my new religion."

The younger-looking Jifa from the Disciplinary Hall couldn't contain his anger and said, "Jifa, let's have a fight and see how much you've improved over the years. Now all you do is talk big."

Ji Lu couldn't help but make a move.

At this moment, the woman stepped forward.

Jilu sneered, "What, Jifa, now you can only hide behind women? These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to run wild in Shaolin, trying to use Shaolin as a stepping stone. You're not qualified. Call Ku Hui back to apologize..."

As the silver-haired woman moved, the silver bells on her wrists and ankles jingled, and a delicate fragrance seemed to permeate the surroundings, while the sound of the music grew fainter and fainter.

The woman's voice remained ethereal, as if she were on a different dimension from normal people: "Master Kucheng, if this is how things are going to be, then let's find another way to communicate." The woman's voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

And then...

"Excellent, excellent, excellent! Truly a treasure of the martial arts world! Hahahaha!"

"Master, be mindful of your emotions. You've cultivated for so long, haven't you achieved a state of neither joy nor sorrow? It seems your cultivation is insufficient!"

Despite saying this, the speaker's tone grew louder and louder, clearly indicating that he was even less able to control his emotions than the first person.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill truly lives up to its reputation as the supreme protective skill of Esoteric Buddhism.

This technique is entirely based on a fierce and aggressive approach, using overwhelming power to crush the opponent.

Reaching the tenth level would be enough to shake the world, and Yang Guo dared not imagine what level he would reach when he reached the thirteenth level.

Unfortunately, the fatal weakness is that people simply cannot live that long. According to the calculation that the first level requires two years of training, the second level requires four years, the third level requires eight years, and so on, the training time for each level doubles.

By the time a normal person reaches the fifth level, they are already in their twilight years.

Even the most eminent monks in the Tantric tradition have only reached the seventh or eighth level.

This Golden Wheel can even be called a genius of all time. He had already reached the ninth level in his prime, so he had the right to be proud. Even if his skills were not as good as the Five Greats, his strength was probably at its peak.

However, this monk had ulterior motives. He bet that the reason Yang Guo couldn't master the skill wasn't due to time, but rather to the lack of Prajna.

When Yang Guo saw the technique, he knew it was the authentic supreme technique; at least he couldn't see any flaws in it.

However, judging from the dragon and elephant and Prajna, the latter is actually the foundation of their cultivation.

This technique tells newcomers from the very beginning that to master the power of the dragon and the elephant, one needs the guidance of Prajna—the ultimate wisdom that sees through the true nature of all phenomena (such as Dugu's "no moves are better than moves" and Tai Chi's Yin and Yang complementing each other).

In layman's terms, one needs the corresponding mindset to control this power.

Therefore, this creator is truly unique throughout history, having mastered the ultimate power in the hands of Buddha. It is both a mental cultivation method and a martial art; killing with the left hand and saving the world with the right, these two seemingly contradictory powers have been perfectly fused together.

One's character determines one's martial arts skills, and martial arts reflect one's personality.

In Wang Chongyang's hands, the Nine Yin Manual was a supreme Taoist classic, but in Mei Chaofeng's hands, it was merely the Nine Yin White Bone Manual.

To quickly eliminate the resentment and obsessions brought about by practicing these techniques, Buddhist scriptures are naturally the most righteous path.

Jinlun values ​​this point; if you're so capable, why don't you become a monk yourself?

However, Yang Guo suddenly developed a strong desire for the Nine Yang Manual. Before, he only wanted to obtain this supreme heart manual as a life-saving medicine. But now he sees it differently. After seeing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, he understands why the Nine Yang Manual is a martial arts treasure.

Just as the Nine Yangs General Principle states, "Let him be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain ridge..." This itself is based on the emptiness of "prajna" to guide practice.

Nine Suns is what allows you to see the light.

Yang Guo finally understood why Zhang Wuji had given up everything in the end. Zhang Wuji was a master of the Nine Yang Manual, and his mind had already seen through everything. If he were to rise to a high position, his martial arts skills would probably not improve at all, and he might even fall.

Therefore, Jinlun's obsession was too great. Although he cultivated diligently to the tenth level, even if he did not die in the end, he would probably not have made any further progress. It was a pity for this genius.

Jinlun, give me the remaining 80%.

Yang Guo had a premonition that the combination of the Nine Yang Manual and the Dragon Elephant Manual would bring about a qualitative leap.

The woman saw that two people had interrupted her one after the other: a loudspeaker and a hateful teenager.

This person with the loudspeaker clearly possesses the highest level of internal strength; the shape of his head, like a saucer, is a testament to his supreme internal strength.

As for the boy, he had leered at her countless times with his lustful eyes.

She had originally planned to directly overpower Shaolin, but now she changed her mind and wanted to fight this young man.

Jinlun, that old bastard, didn't care about anything and went straight to cultivate the Nine Yin Manual, while Yang Guo was targeted by the silver-haired man.

"You guys continue, don't worry about me. I'm just here to offer incense. He's the one who cultivates Buddhism," Yang Guo said, pointing directly at Jinlun.

"He's a powerful ally that Shaolin Temple invited."

Jinlun was furious. He wished that this foreigner would wipe out Shaolin Temple completely, so he had no intention of getting involved.

He had initially worried that Shaolin might become involved in worldly affairs and hinder the Mongol cavalry. Now it seems that Shaolin has somehow truly closed itself off from the world, and with a generational gap in its lineage, it is no longer a concern.

Now that he has obtained a portion of the Nine Yin Manual, if it weren't for wanting to watch the show, he would love to go down the mountain right now.

"Master, this is Shaolin Temple! Don't you want to obtain the Nine Yang Manual and the Yi Jin Jing? The balance of Yin and Yang leads to instant enlightenment!"

Jinlun thought about it and realized that what the boy said made some sense.

But why should I be tied to Shaolin? Wouldn't it be better to join forces with foreigners to storm the Sutra Pavilion?

Yang Guo immediately recognized the old man, who was constantly glancing back and forth between the Ming Cult and Shaolin. He knew exactly what the old man was up to.

"Master, what do you think of the strength of this foreigner?"

Jinlun remained silent. He had never seen the old man's fire waves or the woman's techniques before. Although their internal strength was not very profound, their moves were very strange.

However, he and his disciple were not afraid. He could naturally break through all spells with his own strength, and his disciple had a pure and clear mind, so no illusion or charm would work.

The boy continued, "No matter what, Shaolin is still like this, but if the Ming Cult takes over the Central Plains, I'm afraid it will block the progress of many people."

"I know their doctrines. Consider them: 'Burn my broken body, in the blazing holy fire. What joy is there in life, what sorrow in death? For the sake of good and the elimination of evil, only for the sake of light.'"

Jinlun sensed that the young man was implying something and was even encouraging him. "And how do you know about this scripture? And it carries such a rebellious and savior-like tone—isn't this clearly a sign of rebellion against my Great Mongol Empire?"

However, upon reflection, he realized that this was indeed the case. Shaolin would likely remain secluded for several more decades, by which time the Mongol cavalry would have already conquered everything.

If this heretical sect were to use Shaolin to take control of the Central Plains, it would likely not remain dormant but instead expand rapidly, increasing the unpredictability of the situation.

He already had a plan in mind.

Jinlun immediately stepped forward and said, "I didn't expect to see such a magnificent sight so soon after arriving at Shaolin. I see that you have come to pay homage to Buddhism. I wonder if your martial arts skills can withstand my..."

He paused, then continued, "...Young friend, what a blow! He knows your doctrines inside and out."

When Ku Cheng saw that the two of them were clashing with the other party, he was secretly pleased. He was not happy to see outsiders entering Shaolin Temple, but he did not expect that they would be outside help. When he saw that the woman had also followed into the temple, he also turned a blind eye to her.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo realized that the trumpeter was up to no good again.