Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

a few days later.

Bodhidharma set foot at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Accompanying him were not only wandering martial arts practitioners who came to watch the spectacle, but also a large number of Buddhist disciples who flocked to him, each with an eager expression.

They had been hoping for this for a long time—if they could see Bodhidharma defeat Lin Daochen today, the prestige of Buddhism would surely be rekindled throughout the land!

"Is this the Wudang Sect Protective Formation?"

Looking up at the shimmering barrier outside the mountain gate, Bodhidharma's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of probing in his gaze, and he stepped closer.

As soon as he approached the light barrier, a vast repulsive force surged forth, almost knocking him back.

He sensed it for a moment, a slight smile playing on his lips, a cold laugh in his heart: "Nothing special."

With his current cultivation level, breaking the formation would be a piece of cake. However, his purpose here was not to force his way in, but to defeat Lin Daochen openly and honorably, under the watchful eyes of everyone!

"Shaolin Bodhidharma challenges Wudang's Lin Daochen today, life or death! Lin Daochen, do you dare to fight?"

A sharp shout, carrying true energy, shook the mountains and forests, echoing through the sky.

Before the words were finished, ripples appeared in the barrier, and a figure slowly stepped out.

Lin Daochen stood outside the light barrier, his robes fluttering lightly, his gaze indifferent, uttering only two words:

"please."

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Master Dao Chen has appeared!"

"To have seen its true face with my own eyes, I have no regrets in this life!"

Exclamations of admiration arose from all sides, and the audience was filled with excitement.

The faces of the Buddhist monks darkened – this man wielded such influence that if he wasn't eliminated, how could Buddhism maintain its standing in the world?

An open space automatically cleared around them.

Bodhidharma and Lin Daochen faced each other from a distance, a murderous intent surging beneath the surface.

The feud between Shaolin and Wudang runs deep and needs no further explanation.

In an instant, Bodhidharma made his move!

boom--!

Above the sky, chanting Buddhist hymns filled the air, and golden light surged forth. A gigantic palm print, formed from pure Yang Buddhist power, tore through the void and crashed down with earth-shattering force!

The world changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.

With just this one strike, Lin Daochen realized that this person was indeed stronger than Pang Ban.

But that's all.

He is no longer the same person he was when he was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

boom!!!

With a flick of the finger, lightning flashes!

A fierce and unparalleled sword aura soared into the sky, like a dragon rising from the abyss, traversing the sky and meeting the golden giant palm!

Bang--!!

Wherever the sword energy passed, it was utterly devastating, and the Buddha's palm shattered instantly!

With undiminished momentum, they went straight for Bodhidharma!

Bodhidharma's pupils contracted, and he swiftly clasped his hands together, his inner energy surging forth!

clang--!!

A giant golden bell formed from pure internal energy appeared outside his body, barely managing to block the sword energy.

The roar shook the heavens, and the shockwave swept in all directions.

Ta-da!

Even though the protective bell was not broken, the terrifying force still forced Bodhidharma to retreat seven steps, and the bluestone under his feet cracked inch by inch!

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

An uproar ensued!

They've only just exchanged blows, and the dignified Patriarch Bodhidharma has already been forced to retreat?!

Many Buddhist disciples turned ashen-faced, their hearts trembling—this Lin Daochen… was actually this terrifying?!

"So strong!"

"No wonder he's hailed as the best in the world; it's no exaggeration!"

Bodhidharma steadied himself, his eyes no longer showing contempt, but only solemnity.

He thought that although he had heard that Lin Daochen had founded the Immortal Path and ruled the Nine Provinces, he had been in the Shattered Realm for hundreds of years and was not inferior to a rising star.

Not to mention that he had studied the "Great Dao Longevity Technique" on his journey. Although he found it mysterious, he saw that the combat power of the cultivators was mediocre. Therefore, he concluded that the so-called immortal path was nothing more than a method to prolong life. In terms of real combat power, it was far inferior to the peak of martial arts.

Little did he know that not long after his death, he had not yet realized that ordinary cultivators could not compare to the direct disciples of Wudang.

On the other side...

Lin Daochen remained standing still, his expression as unmoved as a mountain.

After just one exchange, the outcome was already clear in my mind.

This Bodhidharma was indeed a powerful figure of his time.

But that's far from enough.

There's not even a need to use any magic weapons.

Naturally, the higher the realm, the more overwhelming the suppression of martial arts by the immortal path.

Lin Daochen lightly traced a line with his fingertip, and a wisp of sword intent tore through the void, slashing towards Bodhidharma once more.

The Five Elements Sword Mountain suddenly appeared, its five-colored light intertwining to form an array, instantly sealing off the energy of heaven and earth.

Countless violent Five Elements sword energies erupted from the mountain peak, pouring down like a torrential rain, relentlessly crushing towards Bodhidharma.

"break!"

With a clear shout, Bodhidharma's body shone with a burst of Buddhist light, and golden light exploded, forcefully breaking through the power of the Five Elements sealing.

He raised his finger as if plucking a flower, the movement seemingly gentle and slow, yet suddenly a gigantic Buddha's hand condensed in the air, grasping at the sky—

He grasped all the sword energy in the sky into his palm, crushed it like withered leaves, and then exploded with a bang!

Without stopping, the Buddha's hand swept back and pushed horizontally, carrying immense force as it aimed directly at Lin Daochen's face.

Lin Daochen's eyes were indifferent and cold, and his fingertips slightly formed a magic seal.

boom--!

A bolt of lightning, towering high, struck down from the heavens, exploding with purple light and hitting the Buddha's hand squarely.

In an instant, the Buddha's Hand disintegrated, turning into specks of gold dust that dissipated in the wind.

"Bodhidharma, is that all you've got?"

Before the words had even faded, Lin Daochen had already taken to the air, his robes fluttering, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The lightning balls in his palm rolled, each one containing destructive power, roaring as they swept across the void, like divine punishment descending and suppressing everything.

This is the ultimate killing technique of the "Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique," domineering and unparalleled, capable of destroying mountains and severing seas with a mere flick of the wrist.

Although he is only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, his power to control lightning has reached an astonishing level, his aura is unparalleled, and he looks down on the world.

"Arrogant!"

Bodhidharma snorted coldly, took a step forward, and instead of dodging, he crossed his fists and unleashed a peerless fist technique that had shaken the ages, to meet the attack head-on.

boom! boom! boom!

Fists and palms clashed, sparks flew, and the void trembled like boiling water.

As the battle began, the outcome was already becoming clear.

Lin Daochen stood in the center of the thunder, his attacks coming like a tidal wave, never-ending.

The Nine Heavens Thunder Technique is ever-changing, sometimes strangling with chains, sometimes pounding the head with a giant hammer, sometimes covering the sky with an electric net, forcing Bodhidharma to retreat repeatedly, only able to parry and having little power to retaliate.

Among the onlookers, those outside the Buddhist community were already in an uproar.

"Dao Chen Zhenren is still the strongest! This isn't a battle, it's a complete annihilation!"

"Nonsense! Dao Chen Zhenren was the founder of the Immortal Path. No matter how powerful Bodhidharma was, he was just a martial artist. How could he compare to a cultivator of immortality?"

"That's right! Although Bodhidharma is known for breaking through the void, he is ultimately just a martial artist. Dao Chen Zhenren has only just begun, yet he already possesses such power. Once he truly matures, martial artists will probably not even be able to touch his shadow."

"As expected, martial arts are a dead end! Even Bodhidharma reached his limit, unable to withstand even a single move from Dao Chen. Want to become stronger in the future? Cultivating immortality is the only true path!"

"Long live cultivation of immortality!"

The crowd roared, their blood boiling with excitement.

On the other side, all the Buddhist disciples remained as silent as iron.

What they were worried about was not the struggle between martial arts and immortality, but the survival of Buddhism and Taoism.

Since Lin Daochen's sudden emergence and the rise of Wudang, the incense and faith have begun to frantically shift towards Taoism.

Then, with the rise of the nationwide cultivation of immortality, Wudang almost monopolized the lifeline of faith in the Nine Provinces.

Not to mention recruiting new disciples, even old believers and many Buddhist disciples were lured away by the temptation of immortality and ascension and switched their allegiance to the Taoist sect.

The Buddhist leadership was furious, but helpless.

It was only when Bodhidharma reappeared in the world that their hope was rekindled.

Bodhidharma, the founder of Shaolin Temple, was once the number one person in the world. He disappeared for a hundred years and returned at the peak of the Shattered Realm. It is said that he secluded himself for hundreds of years and his foundation was frighteningly deep.

Everyone hoped that he could defeat the immortals and restore the glory of Buddhism.

who knew...

From the moment the war began, Bodhidharma was suppressed.

At this moment, Bodhidharma was retreating steadily, looking disheveled, only able to defend and powerless to counterattack.

Strangely, he had no injuries whatsoever.

This is because he has already activated the supreme protective divine skill of Buddhism—the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill!

Layers of Buddha's light enveloped his body, like an indestructible golden bell.

Even with Ren Lindao's thunderous power, it was difficult to truly break through his defenses.

"I am indestructible; you cannot harm me!" Bodhidharma declared while defending himself. "When your spiritual power is exhausted, you will be the loser!"

His words were provocative, intended to unsettle him.

Lin Daochen sneered, "Heh, you're overthinking it."

Lin Daochen remained calm, his tone as still as the wind passing over a mountain ridge.

He is now a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, possessing boundless spiritual energy and inexhaustible stamina—a level of power that Bodhidharma could not even imagine. Let alone a mere exchange, even if they fought for days on end, he would remain calm and composed. The only one who would truly be unable to withstand it would be his opponent.

But he had absolutely no interest in wasting time with Bodhidharma.

The moment Lin Daochen forced Bodhidharma back with a single palm strike, a faint light flashed in Lin Daochen's palm, and the Heavenly Prison Sword was already in his hand.

Since entering the Foundation Establishment Realm, he has reforged his natal magic weapon. Now, the Heavenly Prison Sword has been upgraded to a Xuan-level magic weapon, its sharpness concealed, but its killing intent surges like an abyss.

Clang—!

The sword was drawn, slicing through the sky, and a sharp sword flower bloomed in the air.

boom!!!

In an instant, a purple-red lightning-like sword aura tore through the void and roared out violently, so fast that even the eyes could not keep up, heading straight for Bodhidharma's head!

"Danger!"

The chill of death pierced his soul, and Bodhidharma's pupils constricted, causing him to roar instinctively.

His true energy surged wildly within him, his Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill pushed to its limit, golden light burst forth, and his physical body seemed to transform into an indestructible Buddha statue. At the same time, the great bell formed from golden Buddha light reappeared outside his body, layer upon layer of protection, as solid as a rock.

At this moment, his defense had reached perfection.

However—it was all in vain.

The thunderous sword energy pierced through rotten wood with a thunderous roar!

The golden bell shattered like broken glass; the indestructible body crumbled inch by inch, and even the strongest martial will could not withstand the domineering power of this sword. The sword energy pierced through the chest and went straight to the heart.

boom! !

Bodhidharma's body crashed heavily to the ground, raising dust and staining the yellow sand with blood.

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their minds blank—the Shaolin patriarch Bodhidharma… just like that, he died?

One sword strike and he was dead, utterly powerless to fight back!

Lin Daochen didn't even glance at the fallen corpses. He turned around and soared into the air, his figure transforming into a streak of light as he headed straight for Wudang.

It wasn't until long after he left that the crowd suddenly awoke, and immediately erupted into chaos—

"My God! Dao Chen Zhenren killed Bodhidharma with a single sword strike?!"

"That wasn't even his full strength, was it? If it were a fight to the death, who could withstand that sword strike?"

"The path to immortality is the true way! Master Bodhidharma broke through the void long ago and reached the pinnacle of martial arts, yet he was as fragile as paper in front of True Person Dao Chen!"

"That's right! This is the true path to heaven! No matter how strong one is in martial arts, there are limits; only by cultivating immortality can one defy fate!"

"Master Dao Chen is a benevolent man who saves the world, and he is willing to pass on his immortal teachings to all living beings. What a great favor this is! I will immediately go into seclusion and cultivate diligently upon my return!"

"Yes! Such an opportunity is extremely rare, how could we let it slip away?"

"Alas... it's a pity I never had the chance to become a disciple of Wudang, otherwise I wouldn't be fighting and killing in this martial world."

"..."

Amid the commotion, apart from the Buddhist disciples who remained in place, the other martial arts practitioners gradually dispersed. Some were excited, some were shocked, and some even vowed to cultivate immortality on the spot.

The monks, on the other hand, were all ashen-faced and had empty eyes, as if their faith had collapsed.

With Bodhidharma's death, the spirit of Shaolin was extinguished.

They finally understood that the rise of Taoism and the decline of Buddhism was an inevitable trend that no one could reverse.

From this day forward, throughout the land, faith will belong to only one path—more precisely, only to Wudang.

Perhaps one day, the incense of Buddhism, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will be completely extinguished in the world.

"Amitabha……"

The monks chanted Buddhist prayers softly, their voices trembling, their hearts filled with sorrow. After a moment, several of them silently lifted Bodhidharma's body and walked away with heavy steps.

The battle ended, and the crowds dispersed.

The news of Lin Daochen's killing of Bodhidharma spread like wildfire, quickly reaching every corner of the land.