With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 375 The Buddha statue in the main hall emits a strange blue light!

"How do I become proficient?"

Looking at the progress of the [Brahma Suppressing Prison] skill displayed on the panel, Meng Chuan was a little puzzled.

When he first mastered the Five Elements Spiritual Breath Fist, he directly reached the Perfection stage and was just waiting to break through the limit.

In an instant, he understood:
"The problem likely lies in the appearance of Brahma."

The martial principles of the Spirit Breath Fist were all based on my own insights and the integration of five ancient martial arts techniques.

Now that the four hard skills have been combined and Brahma has blessed them, the changes are indeed tremendous.

There is so much more he needs to learn.

Therefore, it is only natural that the instructions on the panel suggest starting with the proficient level and progressing to the next level.

After thinking it over, Meng Chuan pondered and said:

"However, this is also a good thing. With the blessing of the Great Brahma Dharma Image, the grade of my cultivation technique has been greatly improved. In the future, I will be able to achieve more growth in body tempering."

Moreover, without the existence of the Dharma body, the upper limit of this Dharma could not be so high.

This technique is positioned above the Treasure Appearance Golden Venerable Technique in the panel, specifically at the level of the Horizontal Training Methods section.

Therefore, the [Brahma Suppresses Prison] external training method must be a starting point for intermediate-level true skills.

Master Dong had told me that the Golden Venerable of Precious Appearance was also the best among the same level of techniques.

"Aside from the secret techniques of Shaolin, the Golden Venerable of Precious Appearance is the strongest, without exception."

Meng Chuan felt that his external training method, which was blessed by Brahma, was very likely an even more powerful and advanced true skill!

What surprised him most, aside from the physical transformation he had just experienced, was the limit-breaking nature of this method.

"Advanced qualities: the golden body of an Arhat, illuminating all four aspects and aspects."

That sounds pretty scary.
However, this method is even more difficult than that of the Golden Venerable of Precious Appearance, who has Master Dong to guide him in practice, while the subsequent steps of the Brahma Prison Suppression can only be figured out by him alone.

Therefore, Meng Chuan felt that he was probably farther away from breaking through the limits of this quality than the Little Tathagata's illusory body.

After glancing at the panel again, Meng Chuan felt a sense of absurdity.

"My two top-tier martial arts skills are both from the Buddhist school."

Could it be that my affinity with Buddhism is deeper than my affinity with Taoism?
"The Golden Buddha of Precious Appearance was taught by Master Dong, and this method only came into being today due to a fortuitous coincidence; it's merely a coincidence."

But Meng Chuan knew in his heart that this was also a kind of "chance encounter".

Thinking this through, he pondered and said:

"I'll visit Shaolin again when I have time after my martial arts journey is over."

Martial arts cannot be practiced in isolation. His current understanding of Buddhist hard skills and related martial arts principles is clearly not keeping up with the increasing difficulty of the techniques.

As he acquires more and more Buddhist knowledge, it becomes necessary for him to pay homage to the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism.

Learn Buddhist principles, experience Zen, and purify your mind.

Shaolin has many secret techniques and divine skills, such as the Tathagata Palm, the Yi Jin Jing, and the Xi Sui Jing, all of which are top-level martial arts that are well-known to everyone in the Great Chu.

Meng Chuan was somewhat ambitious; only by learning even a single move of this divine skill could he truly prove that he was "destined" to be with Buddha.
"However, Master Dong said that the Tathagata Palm technique is a secret of Shaolin that is not passed down. So how can I learn it?"

Meng Chuan was deep in thought when he heard a cry and came back to his senses.

Right now, he is gazing around.

The intense light receded like a tide, and darkness spread and swept in once more.

The pulling force surrounding them suddenly intensified, no longer restrained.

His body was lifted into the air as if caught in a vortex, and the surrounding scenery rapidly blurred.

In his last glimpse, the three-legged golden crow transformed into specks of golden light and vanished into the void, while he himself had been cast into the chaotic unknown.

Meng Chuan could no longer see what happened next.

His total mental energy and the foundation of "Blue Stone" were insufficient to support him in remaining conscious.

He still has a long way to go in his exploration of "God".

咕咚
The next instant, Meng Chuan felt a hard sensation on his buttocks.

He broke free from the illusion and fell onto the stone bricks of the dimly lit hall.

In the dim light, he saw that the mottled wall was covered with claw-like cracks.

In front of the wall, golden statues of Arhats stand on both sides in an eerie posture.

Some had their heads twisted 180 degrees, while others were clutching their own necks and wailing in pain.

All the gilded eyes were filled with a black, blood-like substance, staring intently at the throne above the main hall.

Meng Chuan was on edge; to him, these Buddha statues were inanimate objects.

What truly makes one's heart tremble is the throne at the head of the hall.
There is a group of "light".

It looked remarkably like the intangible, formless object depicted in the mural inside the hall.

The only difference was that it didn't emit the black light that Meng Chuan had preconceived when he first saw the unpainted murals, but rather a faint blue halo.

Based on his knowledge of martial arts, he couldn't discern the source of its energy.

"It doesn't seem like demonic energy to me."

The blue light remained motionless, showing no reaction to its arrival.

Meng Chuan remained seated on the ground, his hands pressed against the floor, and tried to push himself up, attempting to sneak out.
Meng Chuan didn't want to care about anything anymore, no matter what it was.

Today's experiences and gains have been amazing enough; all he wants now is to get out.
With his arms moving forward and backward, Meng Chuan gradually retreated to the edge of the threshold.

He glanced back at the ball of light on the throne, then suddenly turned and charged forward.

"Bye bye, my wife!"

Meng Chuan was overjoyed.

The next moment, however, he missed his footing when he tried to push off the ground.

He stumbled, his heart sinking. Ignoring everything else, Meng Chuan's muscles tensed as he staggered toward the palace gate.

Just before he could make contact, the vermilion threshold shifted three inches out of nowhere, causing him to miss his target again.

Even more frighteningly, he sprinted more than ten steps, but when he looked back, he found that the distance to the throne had not decreased at all.

The palace gates were so close, yet they felt like an unreachable horizon.

Meng Chuan's face stiffened; this bastard... didn't want him to leave.
He turned around abruptly, suddenly realizing that Principal Sui had acted too soon inside the lotus bud.
Compared to burning the heavens and suppressing the prison, life is more important.
The reason why we are stuck in the same place is clearly due to this blue light.

"Damn it... Wasn't it said that the Demon Nest's strength was only level one? What's going on?"

However, he still could not sense the presence of demonic energy.

Perhaps there's another chance.

Since he couldn't leave, Meng Chuan stopped moving and just stared at the blue light.

time flies.
After a while, the other party did not make a move. Just as he was about to try to escape again, he saw the blue light suddenly shrink into a line.

At the same time, the halo collapsed and solidified on the throne, transforming into an old Taoist robe with white hair and a youthful face.

Although his beard was as white as snow, there was no sign of old age in his eyes and brows. He stood like a pine tree on a cliff, and his forehead was full and reflected the glow of the sunset.

“Young friend, I apologize. This old Taoist has just returned from there, and his physical body has not yet returned. I did this because I wanted to keep you here for a chat, not to tease you.”

"Over there? Which over there? Are you referring to the human world outside the Demon's Nest, or... the Heavenly Demon Realm?"

In any case, a huge weight was lifted off Meng Chuan's shoulders.

I won't say anything else, as long as they're human.
Wait, that’s not right!
Meng Chuan suddenly realized that the Heavenly Demon wasn't incapable of transforming into human form to "deceive" people; he had witnessed it many times before!
So, he continued to stealthily move backward.
The old Taoist priest saw through his little trick and said speechlessly:
"What's there to be afraid of? I am a human, not a demon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the world around him changed.

With its beautiful mountains and clear waters, and babbling brooks, Meng Chuan found himself in a valley in a daze.

Another illusion
It's obvious that whether the other party is human or ghost, there's no way to resist, so just let nature take its course.
As I was lost in thought, the old man calmly said:

"This place is too close to the Heavenly Demon Realm. Since the old Taoist is here, we must use some magic to cover it up."

Now that we're safe, I'd like to ask you, young friend, what is your relationship with Brahma?

"I have mastered a few of the sect's hard skills, but I have no other connections."

The old Taoist priest summoned a stone table and benches with one hand and beckoned Meng Chuan to sit down.

He poured himself another glass of wine and gestured for Meng Chuan to make himself at home.

After taking a small sip, the old Taoist priest asked:
"Did you discover this temple by chance?"

"That great hall was originally called the Temple."

Meng Chuanxin thought to himself, and at the same time, he told everyone about the trial.

"Oh"

The old Taoist seemed to be deep in thought, and Meng Chuan mustered his courage and asked:

"May I ask, senior, what is a temple?"

The old Taoist priest did not answer directly, but instead looked at himself intently before saying:
Which university are you from?

"Northern United University".

"Oh, no wonder you didn't recognize me."

Meng Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he asked:

"May I ask your name, senior? So that I may look up to you in the future."

"What are you admiring? I'll live longer than you."

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The old Taoist chuckled, then said leisurely:

"My original nickname was 'Divine Dragon Taoist,' but now I'll add 'Great Sage.'"

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan was immediately startled and sat up straight.

The other party was the former president of Nanlian University, the true leader of the Xiangxingpai Longxingquan (a style of Chinese martial arts).

Seven Limits [Divine Dragon Great Sage Xun San]!
The true pinnacle of martial arts, even more awesome than Principal Sui!
The image of the Great Sage is never seen on the internet or among ordinary people; only his disciples and descendants know it.

Meng Chuan had never met the old swordsman of Beilian University, but he had looked up at his life-sized figure in the Wanjuan Cangwu Pavilion.

Today is the first time I have ever met the Great Sage in person.

We must seize this opportunity!

"Junior Meng Chuan greets the Great Sage!"

The old Taoist priest wasn't buying it. He picked at his ear and said speechlessly:
Why are you shouting so loudly?

"Having witnessed the Great Sage's heroic figure today, I, Meng Qing, am overwhelmed with pride!"

"You little rascal, you change your tune really fast."

The old Taoist priest shook his head and smiled, then said to him:
"Alright, now that you've seen the temple, there are some things I need to tell you according to the requirements."

"Thank you! Senior!"

"You just asked what a temple is. Let me tell you, a temple is a place set up by celestial demons who cannot come to the human world, a place for them to steal and convert people's faiths."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan became even more puzzled.
"May I ask, senior, why does Brahma hold such an audience?"

The old Taoist frowned and said:
"Brahma was destroyed. The incense that makes people gods, that is, the so-called immortals and Buddhas, will attract the covetous eyes of powerful heavenly demons who are deeply restricted by the rules of the two realms, and they will steal their faith."

This kind of celestial demon is confined to its deepest recesses, unable to manifest its power to gather faith; it can only do so through theft.

However, the rules of the human realm and the demon realm are separate, and the faith obtained must be "converted" in order to be used for one's own benefit.

You must have seen those human-like creatures with demonic energy but no demonic core to have gotten this far, right?
These things are for this purpose: to convert the power of faith for the demonic master behind the scenes.

(End of this chapter)