Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 151 Speaking the Truth
After the rain stopped, Chu Tianshu went ashore alone, without going directly to the gate of the Southern Shaolin Temple.

He asked an old farmer by the roadside and went to see the fields that the monks of the Southern Shaolin Temple had cultivated.

Wasteland was reclaimed and transformed into farmland.

The Southern Shaolin Temple did this not only to gain fame and align with the imperial court's policies, but also out of some practical needs.

However, over the years, the Southern Shaolin Temple no longer needs to rely on farmland for a living.

The scale of the land they cultivated has become so large that the temple staff cannot manage it all, and some of the land is rented out to farmers.

However, the temple would still send monks in rotation to manage the remaining fields.

Farming isn't just about scattering seeds and waiting for autumn to come; farmers have too many things to manage.

So you can basically see monks in these fields every day.

The hem of his gray monk's robe was lifted up and tucked into his waistband, with the trouser legs rolled up to his knees.

Barefoot, I walked in the fields, searching for weeds and pulling them out one by one.

Chu Tianshu stood by the field for a while, watching their actions.

The Shaolin Temple on Mount Song is said to have seventy-two unique skills, but there are many more martial arts techniques that are not considered unique skills.

The Southern Shaolin Temple claims to possess thirty-six unique skills, also known as the "Thirty-Six Treasures."

Some of the Thirty-Six Arts were inherited from the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song in ancient times.

Some of them were created by successive generations of disciples or were modified from martial arts techniques collected from the martial arts world.

As a prestigious martial arts sect, we certainly cannot underestimate martial arts skills.

The Southern Shaolin Temple dares to develop so many side businesses without worrying about neglecting its martial arts skills.

It is because among their unique skills are several techniques that allow one to comprehend a certain charm while farming or grinding grain, making the flow of internal energy more peaceful and smooth.

Moreover, the Southern Shaolin Temple is renowned for its hard skills, and blacksmithing is also a form of spiritual practice.

In Chu Tianshu's view, the so-called hard skills in this world basically refer to the category of training internal strength.

Even if we take the "immortal strength" from Tai Chi and apply it here, it would probably be classified as a hard skill.

However, according to rumors in the martial arts world, no martial arts skill in this world has ever reached such a refined level as the "Three-in-One Body".

Even everyone else regarded hard skills as a crude substitute.

Most martial arts practitioners don't even have the strength of three or four hundred pounds before they start practicing internal energy cultivation.

Only those who, after beginning to practice internal skills, still cannot develop internal strength and are unwilling to give up, will desperately and painstakingly practice hard skills.

In contrast, several of Shaolin's unique skills focus solely on training hard skills, which sets them apart from other schools.

After observing for a moment, Chu Tianshu walked around the edge of the field until he reached the boundary between the field and the woods.

Every autumn, the abbot of the Southern Shaolin Temple would personally cultivate a small plot of land.

This is not for practical gain, but for the sake of rules.

The place where Chu Tianshu is standing is the farmland that Abbot Miaofan of the Southern Shaolin Temple reclaimed last year.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will continue to push towards the woodland this fall.

No monk would remove the trees over there beforehand for the abbot.

This is actually a place where the abbot can demonstrate his abilities.

Chu Tianshu saw a large rock that had been turned over and placed in the woods, so he went over to it.

These stones are dark in color and solid in texture. They have been buried underground for many years, and even though they have been dug out for half a year, they still have an earthy smell.

The smaller stones showed no obvious signs of human damage.

However, larger stones have some dents and missing corners.

The damaged area is covered with white cracks, which is completely out of place with the original color of the stone.

The largest stone was larger than a fine coffin for an adult, and its shape was full of cumbersome protrusions.

Chu Tianshu stopped beside the boulder and walked around it halfway.

On this stone, there is a half-palm print, and the cracks that spread out are the most numerous and the longest.

Looking at the marks of force, Chu Tianshu seemed to see a scene from half a year ago.

The old monk rolled up his sleeves, bent down, and used all his strength to lift the boulder out of the ground in one go.

So much so that the moment the force was successfully exerted, his inner energy overflowed, leaving this mark on the boulder. "Such powerful inner energy..."

Chu Tianshu was speaking when he heard footsteps slowly approaching in the distance. His heart stirred slightly, and he sighed, "What a pity, what a pity."

He touched the boulder, shaking his head as if he were really looking at a coffin, his tone full of regret.

"What a pity."

"Namo Amitabha."

A gentle Buddhist chant sounded from behind.

Chu Tianshu turned around to look.

There was an old monk with a simple and ancient appearance, a high forehead, deep-set eyes with bright eyes, and a beard that was mixed with black and white, but neatly combed.

He wore a black robe with gold thread over his gray monk's robe, giving him a solemn appearance.

"This old monk, Miaofan, may I ask why you are sighing here?"

Abbot Miaofan had been sitting in meditation in his room for a long time. Seeing that the light rain had just stopped and the breeze in the forest must be refreshing, he made a special trip out to enjoy the scenery.

But as soon as I got here, I saw a young man standing around a large rock he had dug out last year, sighing repeatedly...

"It's actually Abbot Miaofan."

Chu Tianshu was also a little surprised. "My name is Chu Tianshu. I originally planned to go to the temple to offer incense to Buddha and then visit the masters. I didn't expect to meet the abbot here."

Abbot Miaofan clasped his hands together and smiled, "You are so young, yet you have such a heart for worshipping Buddha. Well done, well done."

He scrutinized Chu Tianshu carefully, his expression shifting slightly.

Chu Tianshu has smooth skin and bright eyes, which can be attributed to her good skincare.

But the man's breathing was rhythmic and deep, and there wasn't a single extraneous sound.

Even healthy people may experience a slight feeling of difficulty breathing when exchanging air.

Ordinary people can't tell the difference, but it won't escape the notice of a master.

In a situation like Chu Tianshu's, if Abbot Miaofan closed his eyes, he might not be able to hear whether there was anyone in front of him at all.

“Amitabha, benefactor, you possess extraordinary bearing and appear to be a master in your own right.”

Abbot Miaofan laughed and said, "No wonder you sighed by this big rock."

"As you can see, I must have been unable to fully circulate my internal energy back then, wasting some of my power, which resulted in this palm print with cracks scattered around it."

Chu Tianshu shook his head: "Although this is a flaw, it's not worth my sighs."

"I was wondering if the abbot of Shaolin Temple on Mount Song needs to perform his martial arts outside the temple every year, like Abbot Miaofan?"

Abbot Miaofan felt a slight chill in his heart, but said calmly, "This old monk is not trying to boast about my martial arts skills, but simply to abide by the temple rules and personally cultivate wasteland every year."

"Martial arts, like Buddhism, requires practice in all aspects of life. Since you've practiced martial arts, you can use it when you're cultivating wasteland."

He said slowly, "That's all."

"Does the abbot really think that way?"

Chu Tianshu suddenly stared at him intently.

The young man's gaze had just swept over Abbot Miaofan, but it was only a fleeting glance; his eyes were more focused on the trees and rocks.

When she was suddenly stared at, Miao Fan felt a slight twitch in her eyelids.

"If the abbot really thinks that way, how can the head of a temple have such limited understanding of the current situation?"

Chu Tianshu made a startling statement.

"It seems that the Southern Shaolin Temple is not just trembling with fear and walking on thin ice, but is actually on the verge of collapse and destruction!"

Miao Fan remained calm: "Benefactor, you speak so alarmingly, may I ask what your background is?"

"Hahaha, if I were just exaggerating and making a fuss, why would the abbot of the Southern Shaolin Temple need to pay attention to such words?"

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "As for my origins..."

His expression straightened up.

"To be honest, I am a descendant of the School of Diplomacy."

(End of this chapter)