The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 524 Green Mountains Pressing Down on the Buddha
The third floor of the Sutra Repository.
The sandalwood bookshelves are arranged in rows, displaying the seventy-two Shaolin arts manuals that have captivated and coveted the eyes of countless martial arts practitioners.

Everyone knows that there are countless superior martial arts here, but very few martial artists are able to sneak into this place.

Xu Xingchen was naturally not comparable to other martial arts practitioners. Under the bright sun, he leisurely walked into Shaolin Temple, silently entered the Sutra Pavilion, and leisurely flipped through the precious martial arts manuals on the bookshelf. Even when he was discovered by the Sweeper Monk, he did not care at all.

This is a test, and also a silent provocation.

The sweeping monk's Buddhist teachings were unfathomable, and his self-cultivation was beyond the reach of ordinary people. Ignoring Xu Xingchen's provocation, he took the old broom in his hand and slowly swept the dust on the ground while tidying up the somewhat messy bookshelf.

The two were like two parallel lines that coexisted in the same space but never intersected, moving slowly through the library according to a mysterious and strange law.

Xu Xingchen's understanding of martial arts is unparalleled and unmatched.

All the Shaolin Seventy-Two Extraordinary Techniques that he had seen were quickly broken down into the most basic martial arts knowledge, enriching his martial arts reserve.

Although such behavior no longer has much meaning.

A few oil lamps, dim as beans, illuminated the quiet library.

It was late at night.

Xu Xingchen not only read through all the martial arts manuals on the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, but also went up to the fourth floor and browsed through all the martial arts manuals there as well.

When he closed the last book and put it back on the shelf.

It seemed like a tacit understanding.

A deep, serene Buddhist chant sounded from behind: "Amitabha, have you finished reading? Do you have any insights?"

Xu Xingchen turned around and looked at the sweeping monk in the gray robe not far away. His gaze was fixed on the monk's still dull and lifeless eyes. He said helplessly, "It's just some ordinary people's martial arts. It looks good, but it has nothing to do with transcendence."

"Transcendence? What do you mean by that, benefactor?"

Upon hearing this, even the usually composed sweeping monk showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Xu Xingchen stood with his hands behind his back, his plain blue robe barely concealing his ethereal and otherworldly aura.

"Our current martial arts skills have reached the limit that this world can contain. The rules of the world are like a fishing net, trapping our bodies and minds, preventing us from being free, and causing us much suffering."

"So, you've come to my Shaolin Temple seeking a way to liberation?"

The sweeping monk seemed to understand, yet was also somewhat confused: "You and I were born into this world, like infants to their mothers, connected by blood; like fish to the rivers and seas, in harmony of body and mind."

"To cultivate oneself to the state of oneness with heaven and earth should be a state of perfect harmony, peace and joy, feeling the vastness of heaven and earth, and responding to the changes of heaven's will."

"Being extraordinary and detached from worldly affairs, how can one speak of pain and suffering in the long passage of time?"

Upon hearing the Sweeper Monk's answer, Xu Xingchen was taken aback, thinking to himself, "So, the Sweeper Monk's unity with heaven and man is the true unity with heaven and man?"

"And my unity with heaven and man is merely using the laws of heaven and earth as a stepping stone to help me reach a wider river and a wider world?"

"If that's the case, the Sweeping Monk wouldn't be suffering like me; on the contrary, he would be thriving and carefree."

"So, in the end, it's just because I'm a visitor from another world?"

Xu Xingchen was lost in thought, but his expression turned solemn as he said earnestly, "In any case, I dare to ask the divine monk to fight me!"

The sweeping monk gently shook his head: "This humble monk is merely a person who has studied Buddhism diligently and is not skilled in fighting and killing others; benefactor, you have come to the wrong person."

"Throughout the entire Shaolin Temple, apart from the Divine Monk, no one else could detect my arrival; this shows how high the Divine Monk's martial arts skills are, surpassing all others in the temple."

Xu Xingchen's gaze swept over the closed sandalwood window, then looked up at the old beams and the weathered tiled roof above: "This is already the highest floor of the Scripture Pavilion; above that is the roof ridge."

At this point, he turned his gaze back to the sweeping monk: "Divine monk, next, I will use all my abilities to destroy this scripture pavilion, as well as the numerous Buddhist scriptures and martial arts manuals within it."

"If the revered monk is unwilling to intervene, Shaolin Temple will likely suffer heavy losses tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, before the Sweeper Monk could react, Xu Xingchen's figure shot into the sky.

Boom!

The entire library was trembling violently.

The four-story roof seemed to have been bombarded by artillery, instantly disintegrating into countless broken tiles and beams that rained down into the dark sky, scattering in all directions with a crackling sound.

Xu Xingchen's figure appeared high in the sky above the Sutra Pavilion, exuding an earth-shattering aura, his clothes billowing and fluttering violently.

His eyes shone brightly, as if lightning had gathered within them.

next moment.

A rich azure light shot into the sky, coalescing into a phantom of a green mountain several meters high.

Majestic and imposing, heavy and solid.

Subsequently, many strange phenomena arose within the illusory image of the green mountain.

There are dense, lush forests, desolate, boundless fallen leaves, the resounding clang of bells and drums, the boisterous gatherings of poets and swordsmen, wondrous sights of the sky hanging upside down, ancient pines bowing to welcome guests, golden geese and colorful phoenixes flying together, riding the wind and soaring freely on dragons.
Finally, a long rainbow pierced through the white clouds and soared into the sky, transforming into rolling white clouds atop the green mountains.
When all the wonders and beautiful scenery, all the hustle and bustle, all the carefree joy, all converge into the majestic, perilous, beautiful and magnificent Huashan!
The entire illusory green mountain seemed to come alive, becoming incredibly real, majestic, imposing, and solid.

The Sutra Repository nestled beneath towering green mountains
From top to bottom.

Fourth floor, third floor, second floor, first floor.
The monks who stayed on the two lower floors of the Sutra Repository because they were on night duty suddenly felt the air around them freeze, as if it had turned into solid metal, imprisoning their bodies in place, unable to move an inch.

At the same time, the majestic green mountain above the library was also reflected in their hearts.

Like a helpless ant, they sensed the intense crisis that their life force was about to be extinguished.

Danger!

Danger!

Danger!

Danger signals flashed wildly in their minds like the red lights of an ambulance, warning them of the impending catastrophe.

However, such reminders are in vain.

Their fragile hearts were filled with that majestic green mountain, leaving them with no energy to react at all.

This is the illusory image of the green mountain, evolved from the number one sword of Mount Hua, and the terrifying power it generates when Xu Xingchen goes all out.

Simply hanging overhead, it already suppresses the minds of all living beings, rendering them unable to move their hands or open their mouths.

There is no other way but to wait for death.

Of course, if someone possesses extraordinary martial arts skills, they can break through all the restrictions and escape.

There is only one such person, and that is the Sweeping Monk.

"Divine monk, please accept my challenge!"

With a long roar from Xu Xingchen, the majestic green mountain in the sky crashed down, its target being the Sutra Repository below, whose roof had already been blown off.

The sweeping monk looked up at the majestic green mountain falling from the sky and saw the resolute look in the eyes of the person who controlled the majestic green mountain.

"Amitabha!"

A helpless Buddhist chant echoed through the already noisy night.

Boundless golden light burst forth from the withered body of the sweeping monk, flowing and swirling in the void, surging in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, it flows down like a fish, meandering along the wooden floor, the surrounding doors and windows, the bookshelves on all sides, and the vertical beams.

In the blink of an eye, the entire library was transformed into a sacred place, radiant with golden light.

Followed by.

The golden scripture pavilion shone brightly with Buddhist light, and golden lines flashed around it like lightning, suddenly condensing into an enormous golden Buddha statue.

These changes, though a long story, happened in the blink of an eye.

At Shaolin Temple, the monks who had been startled by the loud noise and leaped onto the rooftops hadn't even had time to get there when they witnessed this earth-shattering change. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The golden Sutra Repository?

A golden Buddha with the library as its backbone?

Buddha's light shines everywhere?

It sounded as if hundreds of monks were chanting Buddhist scriptures in my ears.

The various incredible phenomena led the monks of Shaolin Temple to believe that the Buddha had manifested himself, leaving them utterly shocked.

A few people, upon seeing the Buddha statue's gaunt and serene face, felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"The appearance of this Buddha statue is somewhat similar to that of the sweeping monk in the library."

Such an absurd thought flashed through their minds, and then their gaze was drawn to the majestic green mountain that crashed down from the top of the golden Buddha's head.

The monks of Shaolin Temple had no time to react and watched helplessly as the majestic green mountain crashed down on the head of the golden Buddha below.

Bang!

A resounding, booming sound echoed across the entire Songshan Mountain.

A lapis lazuli-colored halo rippled outwards from the center of their contact, then transformed into a massive shockwave that swept across an area of ​​several dozen feet in radius.

In an instant, the energy surged and a strong wind arose.

The roof tiles of many houses around the library were blown off with a whooshing sound and carried away by the gale, crashing down on rooftops and the ground dozens of feet away.

And on the foreheads of some unlucky guys who just happened to be standing there.

A series of cries of pain rang out.

The majestic green mountains and the golden Buddha below stood locked in fierce confrontation, yet they did not dissipate despite the violent collision.

Some of the knowledgeable Shaolin masters in the vicinity vaguely guessed that this situation was caused by the fact that the two people fighting had too much concentrated internal energy.

However, they soon began to doubt their own thoughts.

Is there really anyone in this world who can cultivate martial arts to such an unbelievable level?

Like a god or a Buddha
It's unimaginable.

However, the fierce battle did not affect the monks watching from the sidelines.

The majestic green mountains and the golden Buddha statue still vie for dominance and confrontation there.

Each crushing and shaking action of the two colossal objects produced a resounding, booming sound, and the violent energy transformed into a fierce gale that swept in all directions.

Dang~~~!

Dang~~~!

Dang~~~!

One ring after another of cyan-gold halos rippled outwards.

After the roofs of the surrounding houses were blown off, the walls, doors, windows, tables, chairs, wooden beds, and cabinets inside were destroyed.

They were smashed to pieces and scattered in all directions.

The scene was extremely grand and terrifying.

Amidst the series of violent collisions, the monks around finally came to their senses.

They were all incredibly shocked, yet they looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering who had made the move and which reclusive monk from the temple might be hiding his true abilities.

The attackers were also unknown, being an exceptionally vicious person who appeared out of nowhere.

The martial arts displayed by these two unparalleled masters were like those of gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas.

This is a level that cannot be reached by ordinary martial arts!

Even the two remaining elderly monks who had cultivated to the "Heavenly Realm" were shaken and unable to control themselves.

Thus, the monks of Shaolin Temple were shocked, trembling, trembling, and filled with awe.
No one dared to speak, and no one dared to step forward to help.

"The monk's martial arts skills have indeed not disappointed me; however, they are still not enough!"

A calm voice drifted across the star-studded night sky.

The monks around them heard the sound and looked up at the sky.

There was a figure shrouded in azure energy, which crashed down on the summit of the majestic green mountain like a thunderbolt.

This spurred him on.

The majestic green mountains trembled violently and pressed down three feet again.

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddhist chant, the golden Buddha below raised his arms, his two broad palms firmly supporting the majestic green mountain above.

The aura of Buddha surged.

The chanting of hundreds of monks grew louder and clearer.

The golden Buddha stretched out his arms, lifting the majestic green mountain above his head three feet higher, and returned to the original position of confrontation.

The Buddha's light grew brighter and brighter, and the chanting of sutras grew louder and louder.

Golden light, like swimming fish, flowed and swam across the golden Buddha, tightly protecting the scripture repository within his body.

above.

Amidst the majestic green mountains, the trees are even more lush and verdant, accompanied by the gurgling of flowing water, the roar of cascading waterfalls, the laughter of banquet guests, and the melodious sounds of zithers, flutes, and lutes.
Various sounds, both real and illusory, emanated from the mountains, clashing and interfering with the thousands of chantings emanating from the Buddha.

The majestic green mountains appear even more real and vivid!
The golden Buddha shimmered with golden light, shining brilliantly!
The aftershocks emanating from the clash between the two colossal figures swept away all the buildings within a radius of several dozen feet around the Sutra Repository.

Broken tiles, beams, doors, windows, and bricks flew in all directions, raining down on the monks watching the battle.

This time, being prepared, the monks leaped and bounded, using their palms and legs to intercept them all.

then.

They remained standing helplessly in the distance, watching this sudden and earth-shattering battle unfold.

Xu Xingchen stood atop the majestic green mountain, repeatedly channeling his power to suppress downwards.

The golden Buddha below holds up the majestic green mountain with both hands, preventing it from falling.

For a moment, the two sides were locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor's martial arts are unparalleled, unmatched in the world; this humble monk humbly admits defeat. How about we call it quits?"

From the golden Buddha statue below, came the calm and peaceful voice of the sweeping monk admitting defeat.

Upon hearing this, the monks around were taken aback.

The battle before us is clearly evenly matched, so why did that hidden senior monk take the initiative to admit defeat?
Could it be that the senior monk from Shaolin Temple has already reached his limit?

Xu Xingchen knew that this was not the case.

He could clearly sense that the Sweeper Monk still possessed power within him, which he had not yet revealed.

He was simply at peace with himself and didn't want to continue fighting with himself, which is why he admitted defeat.

(End of this chapter)