Chinese Superman

Chapter 105 The Super Brain Told Me to Use Super Power

Above the South China Sea, the moon is bright and the stars are few.

Xia Xinghan withdrew his gaze from Mount Putuo, a smile appearing on his face.

Old Guo was overjoyed: "Hahaha, little Xinghan, you've struck it rich this time!"

"I visited several places tonight, and only the Ye Family Holy Land had these celestial treasures, and they were newly formed—a full five Immaculate Fruits of Concentration and Wisdom!"

"This trip to Mount Putuo was totally worth it!"

Xia Xinghan was in a great mood, but calmer than Guo Lao.

After examining the Dinghui Immaculate Fruit, he put it into his "treasure chest" and then tucked it into his pocket.

"Alright, last one—the Vajra Bodhi Fruit at the Hanging Temple on Shaoshi Mountain! That's it for this job, mission accomplished!"

As Mr. Guo spoke, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, as if he were about to "finish his work."

Xia Xinghan shook his head: "Grandpa Guo, the last vote may not be easy."

"The Vajra Bodhi fruit of Shaoshi Mountain is a precious Vajra treasure; consuming it can open the eye of wisdom and dispel illusion. My plain silk robe," though capable of concealment, will most likely be countered by the eye of wisdom."

"Haha, I thought it was something serious, Xinghan, don't panic."

Old Guo stroked his beard and laughed heartily, then calmly waved his hand.

"It's alright. My 'enemy in the light, I in the dark' is a rule-based mystical principle; as long as the concept of 'light and darkness' exists, it will take effect."

"A discerning eye can see through illusion, but it may not be able to see through the rules."

Xia Xinghan's thoughts raced, and he immediately knew the way to break this mystery—either the entire realm was free of darkness, or the entire realm was free of light, or he possessed an extremely powerful domain mystery to cover it.

However, he did not let his guard down.

"Grandpa Guo, concealment is only one aspect."

"What's more troublesome is that the high monks of the Hanging Temple have profound Buddhist cultivation and clear, unwavering minds. Even if they are not quite as selfless and detached as Master Zhang," they are not far off.

"Your tactics of 'luring the tiger away from the mountain' and 'feinting to the east while attacking in the west' are likely to be less effective against masters with extremely high mental fortitude."

Master Guo pondered for a moment, then his smile faded. "Indeed. Buddhism emphasizes concentration; the restless mind is subdued, the wandering thoughts are locked away. Ordinary illusions cannot sway the heart. It seems the Hanging Temple of Shaoshi Mountain is a tough nut to crack."

"It's hard to chew."

As Guo Lao gradually calmed down, his "righteous" personality took over, and he said to Xia Xinghan, "How about we... just let it go?"

"The Vajra Bodhi fruit is good, but the risks are too great. Anyway, we've already made a fortune tonight."

"never mind?"

Xia Xinghan raised an eyebrow.

"Grandpa Guo, now that we've come all this way, how can we leave empty-handed?"

"The monks at the Hanging Temple chant about the emptiness of worldly possessions all day long; let's help them empty themselves of worldly desires—that would be a good deed."

Old Guo's expression shifted: "What brilliant plan do you have?"

"Let me make this clear first, I'm not capable of using every one of the Thirty-Six Stratagems. The mysteries I've displayed so far are all I have."

Don't worry.

Xia Xinghan's big eyes darted around, and he smiled like a little fox.

"I have a brilliant plan, simple and brutal: you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub."

"Simplicity is good; the more complex the plan, the easier it is to fail. However—"

"Are you that child?" Old Guo asked hesitantly.

Xia Xinghan smiled and corrected, "No, Grandpa Guo is the child."

Shaoshi Mountain, Hanging Temple.

The night breeze rustled through the eaves of the ancient temple, and inside the main hall, the ever-burning lamps illuminated the solemn and gilded Buddha statues.

Master Huiming, the abbot of the Hanging Temple, stands in the hall, wearing an embroidered kasaya and holding a string of radiant Bodhi prayer beads.

He had a prosperous appearance, with white eyebrows that drooped down his cheeks, and warm and deep eyes. A faint golden Buddhist light emanated from his body, which was the manifestation of the "Indestructible Vajra Body" he had cultivated after refining the Vajra Bodhi Fruit.

At this moment, Master Huiming was communicating with someone.

"Master Huiming, tonight, Wuyi Mountain, Putuo Mountain, Hua Mountain and other places have been visited by thieves, and all the spiritual fruits and delicacies have been stolen. The thieves are highly skilled, good at hiding, and move with lightning speed. It is suspected that they are a gang."

"Master, please be careful; the Vajra Bodhi fruit may become your target."

Lu Jingshu's voice came through the communicator.

Master Huiming remained calm, raising one palm and saying, "Amitabha, thank you for informing me, Benefactor Lu. A month ago, this old monk refined a Vajra Bodhi fruit, gaining the wisdom eye to see through illusions; my Vajra body is formed, impervious to all evil, and further blessed by the sacred land."

"In addition, I spent two years in seclusion in the Bodhidharma Cave, where I created three martial arts styles: [Weituo Lion's Roar], [Bodhidharma Subduing Demon Finger], and [Crossing the River on a Reed], all of which have reached the level of being passed down through generations."

"Furthermore, based on the Basic Spirit Forging Method, he comprehended the cultivation method of the Marrow Cleansing and Tendon Changing Classic, directly reaching the Innate Realm."

His tone was calm, yet filled with unparalleled confidence: "Even if Master Zhang himself were to come, this old monk would have no fear."

"Looking across the world, no one can surpass this old monk at Shaoshi Mountain. If these petty thieves dare to come, I will use the Dharma to guide them, making them relinquish their greed and anger, and take refuge in the Buddha!"

Lu Jingshu was silent for a moment, then said, "Master, your Buddhist teachings are profound. I admire you."

"But thieves are cunning and impossible to guard against. To be on the safe side, wouldn't it be better to pick the Vajra Bodhi fruit first and hide it properly?"

Master Huiming shook his head: "The fruit is not yet fully ripe, and its spiritual essence is insufficient. If you pick it now, this celestial treasure will be reduced to an ordinary fruit, which would be a waste of heavenly resources."

"Besides—the fruit on the tree is also bait. This old monk is just curious to see what kind of villain is so audacious."

Lu Jingshu didn't try to persuade her any further, only saying, "In that case, Jingshu wishes you success in capturing the thief."

"At that time, as long as the master hands over the thief to us, the king of tin staffs in the Lu family's collection" can perhaps be donated as incense offerings to celebrate the peace and tranquility of the Buddhist community.

Upon hearing the name "King of the Staff," Master Huiming's usually calm eyes suddenly lit up.

He originally intended to leave the Damo Cave as payment, preparing to capture Xia Xinghan, who had just left the base, for the Lu family.

As a result, the matter was eventually dropped because Master Qian asked Master Zhang to help Xia Xinghan out of his predicament and, incidentally, to intimidate the powerful families.

But Master Huiming never gave up.

Because—that is the Tang Dynasty gilded silver-flowered four-pronged twelve-ringed tin staff used to welcome the true body of the Buddha!

"good."

"Please wait patiently for good news, Benefactor Lu."

"Hmm—If we fail to capture the thief, this old monk is willing to exchange a Vajra Bodhi fruit for the King of Staffs."

"Master, I'm afraid my daughter is not capable of making that decision."

Two!

"Amitabha Buddha, since the staff was revived, it has not chosen a master, which means that it has no affinity with the Lu family and their benefactors. Why not give it to the Hanging Temple to try?"

"This—Jing Shu will report to the head of the family truthfully."

"That's good, that's good."

Communication ended.

Master Huiming put away his communicator and smiled.

Regardless of whether the thieves are captured or not, Tang Liujin is determined to obtain the true form of the silver-gold flower four-pronged dry two-ringed tin staff!

After thinking it over, he slowly walked out of the hall. He felt that the temple was too quiet tonight. The evening bell had stopped ringing long ago, but there was no sound of monks walking around chanting sutras.

"strangeness----"

As soon as I stepped out of the palace gate, a night breeze blew in my face, carrying the chill of the mountains.

Just as the wind picked up, "Thump!!"

A resounding, booming sound, as if it were an explosion directly inside the skull!

Master Huiming felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and saw stars before his eyes. Even his indestructible Vajra Body could not completely counteract this force!

His consciousness blurred for a moment, his body swayed, and he fell forward with a "thud".

"Amitabha Buddha, Master, please forgive me."

After Master Huiming fell to the ground, a small figure appeared as if out of thin air, put his hands together and said, "I know you have achieved the indestructible Vajra Body, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to knock you out, so I hit you a little too hard—well, sure enough, you have a big bump. Forgive me."

The cute and handsome child pushed the unconscious Master Huiming to sit down. He noticed a bright red bump on Master Huiming's bald forehead and gasped.

"Starry Sky".

Above the courtyard in front of the main hall, an old man stood suspended in mid-air.

He had an ancient bamboo slip hanging from his head, and his body was shrouded in a hazy blue light. Countless ancient and mysterious seal characters appeared in the blue light, and his aura was as desolate as a battlefield.

"Is this your plan?"

The old man's illusory figure spoke, his voice filled with helplessness.

"Stun them all—those suspended in mid-air, both above and below?"

"yes."

Xia Xinghan retorted confidently, "If we knock everyone out, then no one will see us, right?"

"If no one sees us, we can take it openly and honestly, without worrying about being discovered by any sharp eyes."

you do not say.

When people are dizzy, they can't see anything clearly.

Mr. Guo seemed to be stumped by what appeared to be reasonable logic.

After a long pause, he said, "So, you made me burn my life essence and fully activate the 'Deceive the Heavens and Cross the Sea' technique from the Military Sage's bamboo slips, enveloping the entire Shaoshi Mountain and temporarily obscuring all innate spiritual senses and the mountain's protective mysteries—all so that you could use brute force silently—"

Knock out every single monk in the temple?

"Warfare is based on deception."

"Grandpa Guo, the simplest methods are often the most effective."

Xia Xinghan blinked.

Actually, there was nothing he could do; he didn't want to either. It was just that his super brain told him to use super power.

Simple, straightforward, and to the point!

"Just tell me if it works or not."

Mr. Guo looked down at the silent temple.

The entire mountainside was filled with monks who had "slept."

Everyone, young and old, was unconscious, with a large lump clearly bulging on the back of their heads. He was speechless.

However, it really does work.

Guo Lao landed from the sky, put away the bamboo slips of the military strategist, his face pale and his breath suddenly weak.

His hair, which had turned black when he entered the Innate Realm, now had several strands of snow-white hair, and his face also had several deep wrinkles.

Even with the spiritual power of a Xiantian realm cultivator, the national treasure cannot be fully activated; one can only burn one's essence and blood, which comes at a considerable cost.

"I didn't even lose my life when I was being hunted down by the Grand Master of Ise, but I never expected that I would lose my life while helping you fleece the noble families."

Mr. Guo shook his head, feeling that it was somewhat absurd and bizarre.

"It was all worth it."

Xia Xinghan took out five pine nuts from his pocket and handed them to Old Guo.

"Grandpa Guo, eat it."

"This is... such a vibrant life force, pine nuts from the Pine Cone of Rejuvenating Pine?!"

Mr. Guo took it, both shocked and puzzled.

"Exactly."

Xia Xinghan nodded.

Mr. Guo didn't stand on ceremony and swallowed three in one go.

A surge of vitality instantly flowed into his limbs and bones, soothing the depletion and damage caused by the burning of life. His pale complexion regained its rosy hue at a visible speed, and his newly grown, withered white hair immediately turned black and shiny.

"Good lad! Pine nuts from the Heavenly Pine Cone! These are miraculous treasures that can revive the dead and heal bones!"

Old Guo's eyes lit up, and he perked up.

"When did you leave Wudang—"

"It was given to me by Master Zhang, not stolen tonight."

Xia Xinghan said irritably, "So don't even think about including it in the profit sharing."

Old Guo chuckled, carefully putting away the remaining two pine nuts, and smacked his lips: "Old Zhang is quite generous. Alright, let's go pick some fruit on the back mountain!"

Xia Xinghan shook his head: "The Vajra Bodhi Fruit is different from other celestial treasures. It can only be fully developed on the tree. Once it is picked prematurely, it will lose all its spirituality and rot away in an instant."

"The fruits currently bearing the Vajra Bodhi tree are not yet fully radiant and should not be picked."

Old Guo frowned: "What do we do then? All that work for nothing?!"

(Tang Dynasty Gilded Silver-Gold Flower Four-Pronged Twelve-Ringed Tin Staff for Welcoming the True Body)

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