Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

The monk appeared before him without him noticing, and the two were only an arm's length apart.

Hong Lang could even smell a faint sandalwood scent on him.

The hand rested on his chest, neither too light nor too heavy, as casually as an elder caressing a younger person.

But Hong Lang knew that this hand had just slammed down from the sky, crushing a Qi Gathering Realm expert into dust.

The light in his palm surged at that moment, as if sensing the threat of death, burning with all his might.

One inch, two inches... continuously activating the Great Sun Tathagata Palm, Hong Lang felt as if his entire body's meridians were being scorched by raging fire.

The light from the Great Sun Tathagata's palm had never been so intense. The light burst forth from Honglang's palm and collided with the monk's other palm.

The moment the light struck the monk's palm, it was absorbed silently, like water meeting a sponge.

The monk's brow twitched slightly, as if he were somewhat surprised, but that was all.

Hong Lang's body stiffened.

He felt a vast and boundless power surging into his body from that palm, a power with a gentle quality that made him want to close his eyes and fall asleep.

But it was precisely this gentleness that instilled in him an unprecedented fear.

This force traveled through his meridians, leaving no inch untouched, like an invisible comb that combed his body from the inside out.

Hong Lang's consciousness began to blur.

Those secrets he thought were deeply hidden were like paper lanterns, easily punctured by this force.

He saw the details of each of his palm strikes.

These images were not recalled by him on his own initiative, but were "pulled" out of the depths of his consciousness by that hand, like catching fish from the water, none of them could escape.

The monk's eyes remained calm, but Hong Lang caught a glimpse of interest deep within them.

Hong Lang's consciousness was rapidly fading; he felt like a block of ice, being melted inch by inch by the warm spring sun.

Those secrets, those trump cards, are being revealed to the monk one by one.

Just then, the hand stopped.

Something stood between his palm and Hong Lang's consciousness. It was formless and intangible, invisible and intangible, but it certainly existed.

The monk frowned slightly, marking the first clear change in his expression since his appearance.

He exerted his strength again, and that gentle yet irresistible force surged forth once more, attempting to break through that invisible barrier.

But this time, the barrier did not yield. It stood there like a wall, unmoved no matter how much the monk tried to break through.

The monk withdrew his hand and took a step back.

"Your secrets are more numerous than I anticipated."

Hong Lang gasped for breath. For a moment, he really thought he was going to die, or even worse than death. Death is just losing one's life, but that feeling was like losing oneself.

Finally, it was the entry for "no leakage" that blocked the monk's view.

"Master," Hong Lang's voice was a little hoarse, but he still managed a smile, "I remember now, I remember everything."

The monk looked at him with a smile.

"I did indeed use the Great Sun Tathagata Palm."

This time, he did not deny it.

This monk can descend from the sky, slap a Qi Gathering Realm cultivator to death as easily as swatting a fly, and effortlessly neutralize the Great Sun Tathagata's palm strike and invade his consciousness. In the face of such an existence, lying is meaningless.

"Oh?" the monk responded. "Didn't you just explain things unclearly?"

"Just now was just now, now is now," Hong Lang said, catching his breath.

The monk observed him for a moment, then smiled and said, "You are quite flexible, benefactor."

"It's not about being flexible and adaptable, it's about being pragmatic and knowing when to step back."

The monk's smile deepened, and he continued, "Where did you learn this Great Sun Tathagata Palm technique, benefactor?"

Hong Lang recounted in detail how he obtained the palm print from Niu Da and how he came to understand its true meaning.

"Comprehend the true meaning..." he murmured again. "Does the benefactor know that the Great Sun Tathagata Palm has been passed down for ten thousand years, and very few people can comprehend its true meaning? I have only heard of one person who can wield this palm technique before reaching the Qi Gathering Realm."

"Who?" Hong Lang asked.

"There is no other predecessor who created this palm technique."

Hong Lang was stunned. He knew nothing about the origin and lineage of this palm technique, while the monk seemed to know it very well.

The monk continued, "Some things won't come knocking on your door just because you don't care."

The aura of the Great Sun Tathagata Palm is like a torch in the darkness to experts. This humble monk can sense it, and so can others. You used this palm technique at the White Bone Plain today, and it won't be long before those who need to know will know.

Hong Lang frowned slightly; this was a problem he hadn't considered before.

He understood the principle of "possessing a treasure is a crime" in a place like White Bone Plain, but he thought that as long as he didn't say anything, no one would be able to figure out the origin of this palm technique.

In hindsight, he had oversimplified things.

"Does the master mean that trouble is coming my way?"

The monk corrected him, "Trouble is already on its way."

He took something out of his sleeve and handed it to Hong Lang. It was a string of Buddhist prayer beads, twelve in total, and it was impossible to tell what material they were made of.

"This string of prayer beads is something I used in my early years. It's not a treasure, but it has one use: it can conceal your aura."

"Master, are you saying that this item can block others' senses?"

The monk nodded: "Unless a martial artist of the Martial Saint level deliberately probes you at close range, no one can see through the true meaning contained within you. But you must also remember, unless it is a matter of life and death, do not use this palm technique again."

Hong Lang clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Master. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"My Dharma name is Budu," he said, his tone returning to its initial calmness. "When the time is right, I will come to see you again."

Hong Lang's heart skipped a beat: "Master, do you want to accept me into the Buddhist order?"

Bu Du glanced at him and shook his head.

"The time is not yet ripe, and the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. This humble monk offers you a word of advice: transcend all appearances, and you will see your true self."

Hong Lang did not respond; he had not understood a word Hong Lang said.

Bu Du didn't say anything more. He glanced at Pu Xi and the nameless woman and said softly, "There are hidden talents around you, benefactor. Please be careful."

After saying this, he put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, turned around, and took a step forward.

With one step, he was already in mid-air, his dark golden robe unfurling in the wind.

The second step is already on the horizon.

The third step is to disappear.

Only after the invisible pressure completely disappeared did Pu Xi take a few deep breaths, still shaken, and ask, "Do you... know who he is?"

Hong Lang shook his head.

"He is the current abbot of the Asura Temple. With the help of the 'Avici Delusion-Breaking Blade,' one of the temple's thirty-six unique skills, he has attained the Avici Delusion-Breaking Saint Body, making him one of the strongest experts in the world today!"