Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

"Murong Longcheng, are you still a descendant of the Murong family? If you become a monk, will you really let go of all the four elements?" An angry questioning voice echoed in his mind.

The Sweeping Monk's mind trembled again, and the identity he had long forgotten came to mind.

He is Murong Longcheng. He inherited his father's will and the mission of the Murong family and is determined to revive Dayan.

He read hundreds of martial arts, introduced new techniques and created many unique skills such as Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, Canhe Finger, and Longcheng Sword Technique.

He made a great name for himself during the chaotic era of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms and became one of the most powerful men in the world.

In that era, the emperor was the one with the strongest army and the most powerful soldiers.

After gaining strength, he saw hope for the revival of Dayan.

He was ready to make a big move to revive Dayan and realize his ambitions.

It’s a pity that God has no pity on his Murong family, and God has no pity on Murong Longcheng.

When he was accumulating wealth and recruiting subordinates with his superb martial arts, preparing to develop slowly during the troubled times, Zhao Kuangyin appeared.

He is equally talented, and his talent in martial arts is no less than his own.

Originally, he was just a general, so he didn't care much about it and was confident that he could compete with him.

But Zhao Kuangyin was as ambitious as him and wanted to rule the world, so he put on the yellow robe and replaced the Chai family.

He competed with Zhao Kuangyin several times, and was not inferior to him in martial arts. He even had the upper hand due to his age advantage, but Zhao Kuangyin also had the support of Taoism.

Unable to match his military strength and power, he had to rely on himself to develop slowly, while others directly inherited a country.

He watched Zhao Kuangyin rise from a general to emperor, and then quickly conquer most of the world.

He achieved nothing except martial arts, and Zhao Kuangyin died when he was feeling discouraged.

Zhao Kuangyin was also a grandmaster. Even if he had been injured while fighting on the battlefield, he should not have died so early.

He suddenly felt that God began to have mercy on him. Zhao Kuangyin was dead, and the Song Dynasty court had lost its grand master.

As long as he killed Zhao Guangyi, the Song Dynasty would inevitably fall into chaos due to the deaths of two emperors in a row, and he could take the opportunity to start a rebellion.

But when he was about to enter the palace, he was stopped by the Taoist grandmaster.

That person used the justice of the world and the common people to persuade himself to let go of his obsession.

But he was not willing to do that. Restoring the country had been the obsession of his Murong family for hundreds of years, so he fought a big battle with him. However, he was defeated and was seriously injured by the other party.

He had no choice but to flee and settle down in Taihu Lake in Jiangnan to recuperate. Even after he recovered, he was still unwilling to give up.

He wanted to assassinate Zhao Guangyi again, but was stopped by the Taoist grandmaster again. Zhao Guangyi died of old age without succeeding in the assassination.

He ran around again, but the world had been in turmoil for a long time and people's minds were settled, so he could no longer start a major war.

More than ten years later, he met that man's disciple again, and the other party's strength was not weaker than his.

Murong Longcheng was disheartened and handed over the position of the head of the family. He began to wander around and came to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain after several decades.

At that time, I thought that since the Taoists were leaning towards the Song Dynasty and repeatedly tried to stop me, I might as well join Buddhism.

After entering Buddhism, he began to practice Shaolin's unique skills, but found that his body would have problems after practicing Shaolin's unique skills too much.

He spent several years reading all the scriptures and discovered the problem. The 72 Shaolin unique skills, after generations of continuous improvement, have become top-notch external martial arts techniques.

Every practice that reaches the great perfection realm can bring one's own internal strength from the outside in. These internal forces are different from the original internal strength properties and may conflict with each other.

The more you practice, the greater the conflict. The solution is either to learn from its advantages and create moves that suit you based on your own internal strength, or to cultivate a high level of mind, so that you can control this conflict.

As he had already broken through to the Grandmaster level, he no longer cared much about these martial arts moves and did not practice them much.

Just a few years later, he discovered the Yi Jin Jing. After reading it, he found that it was very effective in tempering muscles and bones. Long-term practice could repair hidden injuries of the body and increase lifespan.

However, the threshold for practicing the Yi Jin Jing was too high for him to reach, but he did not want to give up, so he began to study Buddhism. As he comprehended more and more Buddhist scriptures, his impetuous mind began to calm down.

His heart gradually became peaceful and harmonious. After watching the people around him die one by one over the past few decades, he began to see things more clearly and let go.

The common people are like dust, the emperor is like dust, and after a few decades he will also be a pile of dust.

Restoring the country is empty, not restoring the country is also empty. Is there any dynasty in the world that will last forever?

After he came to terms with things, he swept the floor in the Sutra Library, cultivated his mind, and studied Buddhist scriptures, completely becoming a monk.

With a peaceful state of mind, although his martial arts skills did not improve due to the environment, his martial arts state of mind and ideological realm gradually improved, and he actually realized the compassionate mood of saving others.

Moreover, although he still had not completely understood the human aspect and the self aspect and was unable to practice the original version of [Yi Jing Jin], he also created a simplified version.

Although it is not as good as the original version, the requirements are not that high. The most important thing is that it can repair the hidden injuries in his body and make up for the lost lifespan.

As his state of mind improved, his obsession with restoring his country gradually faded, so he simply lived in seclusion in Shaolin.

It was not until Jiang Weichen wanted to kill his descendant Murong Bo that his feelings were affected.

The questioning voice in his mind evoked Murong Longcheng's memories.

At this time, the questioning voice arose again: "Murong Longcheng, you have forgotten the mission of the Murong family. You are not worthy of being a descendant of the Murong family.

Your descendants are still working hard to restore their country, but you are starting to run away.

What's the point of letting go? You don't even care about your family. Are you still a human being now? Or have you been converted by Buddhism and become a puppet of Buddhism? "

Murong Longcheng suddenly shouted, "No, I didn't. All my actions are based on my own heart. I chose to practice Buddhism on my own, not because others forced me to practice it."

The voice in my head retorted, “You are a puppet of Buddhism influenced by the Dharma.

Otherwise, why are you willing to send people to Shaolin, but are so unwilling to help your own descendants?"

Murong Longcheng murmured softly, "Have I really been influenced by Buddhism? But I'm practicing all of this voluntarily."

The voice in my head continued, "Think about who you were in the past, and who you have become now.

You don't even care about your own descendants, and you still say you haven't been influenced by Buddhism?"

"No, I'm not affected. I'm Murong Longcheng, and I'm also the Sweeping Monk. All of this is my own will."

"Waste, coward, Murong Longcheng, you are just a coward who only knows how to escape.

Duan Siping was able to establish a country on his own. Li Yuanhao of Western Xia was more than seventy years younger than you, but he was already the founding monarch.

Only you, Murong Longcheng, are cowardly hiding in a temple, claiming to have let things go, but in reality you are just running away."

Under the erosion of various emotions, Murong Longcheng's state of mind that he had cultivated for many years was completely broken.

The obsession that had long been suppressed in his heart began to grow stronger and gradually gained the upper hand. Finally, Murong Longcheng suddenly shouted: "No, I, Murong Longcheng, am not a coward."

"You are a coward. You are not worthy of being a descendant of my Murong family." The obsession in his mind sounded again.

"Hahaha... isn't it just about restoring the country? I have been working hard for the restoration of the country for more than a hundred years. Now I have a lot of life left, so why should I be afraid of a fight?" In the end, obsession prevailed. Murong Longcheng stood up and left Shaolin without looking back, walking down the mountain.

Chu Tiange, who was watching from behind, saw the Sweeping Monk sitting on the ground, talking to himself constantly, with the expression on his face changing constantly.

For a moment, Chu Tiange was a little confused. He looked up at Jiang Weichen who was chasing others halfway up the mountain, and then looked at the Sweeping Monk.

He didn't know the outcome of the battle between the two minds, so he didn't understand what was happening.

How come one of them turned into a demon with red eyes and only knew how to kill, while the other one was talking to himself like a madman?

It was not until the Sweeping Monk finally roared that Chu Tiange woke up.

Murong Longcheng? The Murong Longcheng who was a few years older than Taizu?

How is this possible? How could he still be alive? If it really was him, he would be over 160 years old, right?

Didn't he suffer several serious injuries back then? Why didn't he die?

Thinking of how he said he wanted to restore the country when he stood up, Chu Tiange thought to himself that this was bad.

Looking at Jiang Weichen who was constantly chasing and killing the mountain warriors on the distant mountainside, he felt extremely hateful.

This guy first spread his martial arts skills widely to disrupt the martial arts world, and now he has messed up a reclusive master.

He is a monk who is doing well and will die of old age in a few years. Yet you have to stimulate him and make him become obsessed again.

Chu Tiange didn't think about the fact that all this was related to him, and it was all forced by his Imperial City Division.

Suddenly, Chu Tiange saw the devil Jiang Weichen actually rushing towards the Sweeping Monk and thought to himself, "Die! With death, the world will be peaceful."

As the director of the Imperial City Division, he did not want the martial arts world to be peaceful. What they wanted to see was constant fighting.

But at this moment, I hope that Jiang Weichen, this troublemaker, will die soon.

Occasional unrest and fighting are beneficial to the court, but complete chaos is not in the court's interests.

Chapter 281 Domineering Fist

Jiang Weichen, who had long been lost in the killing, instinctively felt that a threat was approaching.

They immediately gave up on escaping and headed straight towards Murong Longcheng.

Jiang Weichen's eyes glowed red, and he performed the Void Step, moving as fast as the wind in the jungle.

Murong Longcheng looked straight ahead, took three steps at a time, and quickly went down the mountain.

However, two non-parallel lines are destined to intersect, let alone two people walking towards each other?

Soon the two met unexpectedly. Jiang Weichen held a long knife in his hand, his eyes glowing red, and he kept muttering: "Kill, kill, kill, kill you all!"

He jumped up and slashed towards Murong Longcheng with a knife in both hands.

clang! !

The eleventh level of the Golden Bell's defense rebounded, and Jiang Weichen was directly blown away.

Murong Longcheng threw a punch with all his might, saying, "Looking for death? I'll grant your wish!"

After Murong Longcheng threw a punch, he didn't look any further and continued walking down the mountain.

But a huge golden fist flew like lightning directly towards Jiang Weichen who was still in the air.

Jiang Weichen's mind was lost, he only knew how to kill and not how to dodge, and it was difficult for him to dodge in the air.

clang! !

When the crisis came, the mind was warned, and the golden bell cover, which had been used very skillfully, started to operate on its own, and the blood-colored bell was deployed for defense.

Bo! !

The blood-colored bell was directly broken, and a punch hit Jiang Weichen's abdomen.

puff! !