Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

The leader of them, with a withered face, was none other than Master Kurong.

"Roar--!"

Master Yideng let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and pointed out sharply with his right index finger.

"laugh!"

A powerful finger strike ripped through the sky, carrying an invincible sharpness, heading straight for Master Kurong.

Master Kurong's face was ashen. He waved his hands and mustered his inner energy to receive the attack.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the air wall shook violently, Master Kuru swayed slightly, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked instantly.

"What an overbearing Six Meridians Divine Sword!" Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed.

After going berserk, Master Yideng seemed to have completely broken free of the limitations of his body. His martial arts became even more ferocious than usual, and he was completely unrestrained, with every move being a deadly strike.

Master Kurong caught sight of Lin Xuan's arrival out of the corner of his eye and was overjoyed. He shouted, "Layman Lin! Junior Brother Yideng's inner demons have relapsed. Please lend me a hand and subdue him first!"

"Alright! Master, just focus on holding him off head-on, I'll break through his protective aura!"

With a clear whistle, Lin Xuan's figure instantly rose from the ground, soaring into the battle like a roc.

He did not draw his weapon, but instead closed his folding fan, his fingers pointing like a sword, and his internal energy circulated. A strange aura, chilling to the bone yet containing extreme yang power, instantly erupted.

At this moment, Master Yideng sensed a new threat and suddenly turned his head. His crimson eyes were fixed on Lin Xuan in the air. He used both hands to strike out seven or eight powerful finger strikes, sealing off all of Lin Xuan's escape routes.

"Good timing!"

Instead of retreating, Lin Xuan advanced, his body twisting strangely in the air, managing to dodge several fatal finger strikes by the slightest margin.

Immediately, he extended his right hand and used a technique of using softness to overcome hardness, his five fingers playing in the air like a zither.

"Kiss kiss!"

With a few soft sounds, Lin Xuan's finger strike accurately hit the side of Master Yideng's finger force, cleverly deflecting it and sending it into the wall next to him, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Xuan closed in and instantly appeared behind Master Yideng.

His hands shot out like lightning, but instead of attacking Master Yideng's vital points, they precisely targeted his Jianjing and Quchi acupoints.

Although Master Yideng had gone mad, his fighting instincts were extremely strong. Without thinking, he swung his palm back.

Just then, Master Kuru, who was facing him, also moved.

He pushed hard with both hands, and two streams of true energy instantly attacked Master Yideng, causing him to freeze abruptly.

This brief pause can be the key to victory or defeat in a battle between masters.

Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Lin Xuan dodged Master Yideng's counterattack, and with his right index and middle fingers together, he gathered a point of extremely compressed true energy and struck Master Yideng's Dazhui acupoint on the back of his neck like lightning.

"seal up!"

At this moment, Lin Xuan used the method of cutting off the meridians, and his true energy rushed into Master Yideng's body, cutting off the flow of true energy in his Du meridian.

Master Yideng trembled violently, and his originally extremely violent aura quickly weakened like a punctured balloon.

The bloodshot in his eyes had not completely faded, but his body seemed to have lost its support, and he slumped backward.

Lin Xuan reached out and steadied him.

Upon seeing this, several eminent monks nearby immediately rushed forward.

"Quick! Get a rope!"

These eminent monks moved with incredible speed and efficiency, quickly binding the unconscious Master Yideng tightly with specially made ropes as thick as a child's arm, fearing that he might suddenly rouse himself and harm others upon waking.

Only after confirming that Master Yideng had been completely subdued did the people in the courtyard breathe a long sigh of relief.

Master Kurong was also pale at this moment, clearly having suffered considerable exhaustion from the battle just now.

He walked up to Lin Xuan, put his hands together, and bowed deeply: "Amitabha, if it weren't for Layman Lin's timely arrival and assistance today, Tianlong Temple would probably have suffered a great calamity. On behalf of all the monks of the temple, I thank Layman Lin for his great kindness."

Lin Xuan waved his hand, his gaze falling on Master Yideng, who was currently bound hand and foot and still unconscious, occasionally twitching. His brows furrowed.

“Master Kurong, you are too kind. However, I remember that when I last saw Master Yideng, his condition seemed to have improved and he was still rational. How come he suddenly went mad again today without any warning? Moreover, this manic energy seems to be even stronger than before.”

Lin Xuan clearly remembered that when he came last time, Master Yideng's condition had improved and he seemed to be fine.

Upon hearing this, Master Kurong looked bitter and confused, and shook his head helplessly.

"I am also completely baffled. To be honest, just yesterday during the day, my junior brother was perfectly lucid and even discussed Buddhist teachings with me for half a day. At that time, he was peaceful and kind, and there was absolutely no sign of anything unusual about him."

Master Kurong sighed, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at Master Yideng.

"But who knew that at night... for some unknown reason, my junior brother's condition suddenly deteriorated. This morning, the disciple who delivered food to the meditation room noticed that something was wrong with him. Just as he was about to ask, my junior brother suddenly attacked and hurt people, and ended up like this."

"He was fine during the day yesterday, but suddenly his condition worsened at night..." Lin Xuan stroked his chin, lost in thought.

This is very strange.

Such an outburst without warning is more like being under some kind of evil spell or being induced by external forces.

"Master, was there anything unusual near the Zen temple where Master Yideng resided last night? Or did any outsiders infiltrate?" Lin Xuan asked.

Master Kurong shook his head: "Tianlong Temple is heavily guarded, and with this old monk in charge, I would definitely notice if any outsiders were to sneak in. As for anything unusual..."

He turned to the monks on night duty around him: "Did you hear or see anything unusual last night?"

The monks looked at each other, then shook their heads.

"Reporting to Grandmaster Uncle, everything was normal last night, and there was nothing unusual."

"Yes, apart from the wind being a little louder, no one has come near the backyard."

The trail seems to have ended here.

Just then, a timid-looking young monk standing on the outermost edge of the crowd hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing that everyone else said no, he didn't dare to speak.

Lin Xuan, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed his unusual behavior. He pointed at him and said gently, "Young Master, you seem to have something to say? Don't be afraid, just say whatever comes to mind. Even the most insignificant little thing might be a crucial clue."

All eyes immediately turned to the little monk.

The young monk's face turned bright red. Being stared at by so many high-ranking monks and Lin Xuan, he was somewhat at a loss and stammered.

“Um… this humble monk… this humble monk is not sure if this counts as unusual. My residence is not far from the Zen temple of my grand-uncle Yideng, it is near the southernmost corner gate.”

“Last night… around 3 AM, I got up in the middle of the night and seemed to hear some strange noises.”

"Strange sound?"

Lin Xuan's gaze sharpened. "What was that sound?"

The young monk recalled for a moment, seemingly still somewhat frightened by the sound, and shrank his neck, saying, "The sound came from the deep mountains further south. It sounded very muffled and very loud."

He imitated the sound he had heard, squeezing out a few strange syllables from his throat:

"Jiang Ang, Jiang Ang, Jiang Ang..."

"It sounded like...like the mooing of an old ox that plows the fields. But the sound was sharper than an ox's moo, carrying an indescribable chill and bleakness that sent shivers down one's spine. It only mooed a few times, and then it stopped. At the time, I thought it was a wild ox trapped down the mountain, so I didn't pay much attention and went back to sleep."

“Jiang Ang… Jiang Ang…”

Master Kurong and the other high monks were completely bewildered. Dali is located in southern Xinjiang, where there are many wild animals in the deep mountains and forests, so it was not unusual for a few strange cries to be heard.

However, when Lin Xuan heard the description of this unique cry, a thought flashed through his mind.

Isn't this the Manggu Toad?

The last time he tracked Master Yideng, he heard him muttering some strange words.

He remembers it all clearly.

"Six Meridians...Six Meridians Divine Sword! It's mine! It's all mine!"

"The Manggu Toad... Eat it! Eating it will cure you! Where... Where is the toad?!"

Moreover, the reason why I encountered Master Yideng in his madness on the first few occasions was because I was tracking Manggu Zhuha.

Master Yideng and Manggu Zhuha must be related.

Looking at Master Yideng, who was bound to the ground, a glint of light flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the south that the little monk pointed to, the direction from which the clouds and mist swirled outside the mountains.

Chapter 196: Anger

Outside a secluded meditation room built of sturdy bluestone in the backyard of Tenryu-ji Temple.

Inside the meditation room, a muffled growl could be heard from time to time. It was Master Yideng, who was tightly bound by specially made ropes, struggling unconsciously.

Each struggle caused the chains binding her to rattle loudly, a sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Lin Xuan stood at the door, listening to the sounds inside, then turned to look at Master Kurong beside him, who had a worried expression on his face, and said:

“Master, I have a unique method for calming the mind and spirit, which may be able to help Master Yideng to calm down temporarily. However, this method requires absolute silence when it is performed. Please do me the favor and let me be alone with Master Yideng for a while.”

Upon hearing this, Master Kurong showed a hint of hesitation on his face.

After all, the person imprisoned inside is Yideng, the most skilled martial artist in Tianlong Temple. Sending an outsider in alone to face him when he goes berserk would be both risky and against the rules.

But looking into Lin Xuan's deep, confident eyes, and recalling the several times Lin Xuan had helped him, Master Kurong finally sighed.

"Amitabha." Master Kurong put his hands together in prayer.

"Master Lin is a remarkable person of our time, with unparalleled martial arts skills. Since you are confident, then I will say no more. However, Junior Brother Yideng is currently delirious and extremely aggressive. Please be extremely careful and do not harm yourself."

"Don't worry, Master."

With permission granted, Master Kurong dismissed the monks guarding the door and personally opened the door for Lin Xuan. After Lin Xuan entered, he closed the door again.

The meditation room was dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of light filtering through the ventilation window high up. The air was thick with a musty and irritating atmosphere.

Master Yideng was bound hand and foot to a thick pillar in the center of the room.

The thick ropes, wrapped around his arm, dug into his flesh, but he seemed not to feel the pain, still writhing there as if fighting an unseen enemy.

Sensing someone entering, Master Yideng suddenly raised his head.

Those blood-red eyes gleamed with a ferocious, beast-like light in the dim light, and a strange "clucking" sound came from its throat. If an ordinary person were to be glared at by those eyes, they would probably be paralyzed with fear on the spot.

However, Lin Xuan remained calm, with even a faint smile playing on his lips.

He stood with his hands behind his back and slowly walked to a stop three feet in front of Master Yideng.

"Emperor Yideng of the South, Duan Zhixing of Dali... How glorious they were in the past, I never thought they would end up in such a state today."

Lin Xuan sighed softly, then his eyes suddenly narrowed. In the depths of his originally dark pupils, a slowly rotating vortex seemed to appear, and two deep and eerie beams of light pierced directly into Master Yideng's eyes.

The Nine Yin Manual - The Soul Transfer Technique!

This skill is the pinnacle of mind control techniques, specifically targeting a person's spirit and will.

If it were Master Yideng on a normal day, with his profound Buddhist cultivation and deep internal strength, even if Lin Xuan's Soul Transfer Technique was miraculous, it would probably be difficult for it to have any effect on him.

But just as Lin Xuan had predicted, Yi Deng was now deeply entrenched in inner demons, completely devoid of reason, and his mental defenses were riddled with holes, like a collapsed city with no way to defend it.

Furthermore, Lin Xuan's martial arts skills have now reached a state of perfection, and his spiritual power far surpasses that of ordinary people. When he uses the Soul Transfer Technique, its power will be more than doubled.

“Look at me…”

Lin Xuan's voice deepened, carrying a strange rhythm that echoed in the small meditation room, "Look into my eyes..."

Master Yideng was still struggling and roaring wildly, but the moment his eyes met Lin Xuan's, he froze.

He felt that the young man's eyes were like a bottomless abyss, filled with endless magic, slowly drawing his soul in.

The frenzied roars gradually subsided.

Although the crimson light in Master Yideng's eyes hadn't faded, the frenzied, wildly flaring gaze had become dull and confused. His body stopped struggling and stared blankly at Lin Xuan, like a puppet on strings.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan knew that the time was right.

He didn't rush to ask questions, but continued to output his mental energy, constantly deepening his control over Itto's subconscious until he was sure that the other party had completely fallen into a hypnotic state. Only then did he slowly open his mouth and ask the first question.

"who are you?"

This question may seem simple, but it is actually designed to establish the hypnotized person's self-awareness.

The meditation room was deathly silent, save for the heavy breathing of Yideng.

After a long while, Master Yideng's chapped lips moved slightly, and he uttered three words.

“I… am… Yi Chen.”

The voice was hoarse and deep, and its tone revealed an arrogance and coldness that would never be present in normal times.