With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 503 Benefactor, you have a karmic connection with Buddha!
Meng Chuan heard his master emphasize at the end:
Okay, make sure you handle it well, don't overdo it again. I haven't settled the score with you for the Wudang lightning incident yet, so be more careful this time.

【.knew.】

To avoid worrying his master, he never mentioned being struck by Zhenwu's lightning.

It must have been Uncle Zhao who complained to Master!

[I've contacted Master Baibao. When you go up the mountain, first go to the "Moon Terrace Garden" behind the Thousand Buddha Hall. He will arrange your Shaolin itinerary.]

【clear. 】

[Hang up. Remember to be polite. Master Bai Bao is a Shaolin monk, a top-tier Heavenly King; don't be disrespectful.]

After hanging up the phone, Luo Guanyun was still feeling quite melancholy.

"Getting old..."

I feel like I'll be completely useless in a few years.
The apprentice's strength is improving too fast.

Even now, with two limited-time abilities, he can withstand Venomous Demon without sustaining any damage.

The day I become a martial arts master, I'll probably surpass myself when we first met at the martial arts school.
Thinking back to Meng Chuan's stubbornness in practicing Guoyiquan back then, I couldn't help but chuckle.

Thinking back to the present day
Luo Guanyun sighed from the bottom of his heart:
Time really flies!
Time passes slowly.

The outer perimeter of Shaoshi Mountain.

This is the outer mountain of the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism, and people come to pay their respects in an endless stream.

Upon seeing Meng Chuan, they all asked to take photos with him.

To everyone else, it was a great opportunity to take a photo with the famous "God Meng".

Not only can you post it on social media to show off, but it's also something you can brag about when you're drinking later.

"My child has watched the video of you vanquishing the demon at the airport at least eight hundred times, and I've watched it several times myself. You were so cool!"

“You are my child’s idol. When I show him the photos, he will definitely cry and ask why I didn’t bring him, haha.”

The crowd was so enthusiastic that they wanted to take photos, and Meng Chuan basically agreed to all of them.

Taking a photo won't take much time.

After the fan meeting.

"Everyone, see you soon."

After saying that, he leaped and disappeared in a few bounds.

Everyone watched his departing figure, looking around but unable to find him.

Afterwards, Meng Chuan passed by one of the natural wonders of Shaoshi Mountain.

After much contemplation, all I gained was regret and nothing.

This made him start to doubt himself.

Has my "Buddhist affinity" disappeared?
In conclusion, he realized that the problem did not lie with him.

Natural wonders are inherently difficult to appreciate the true essence of martial arts within.

In addition, these scenic spots are constantly visited by tourists, resulting in too many human traces, which may have diminished their true charm.

After a long time, he stood on the edge of a cliff and looked down.

This is the "enlightenment scene" he finally chose.

From above, the layered quartzite of the mountain resembles a giant book standing vertically, while the layers of bluish-gray rock are like distinct pages, spreading down the mountainside.

This is the "Book Cliff" scenic spot in Shaoshi Mountain, which looks like an ancient and thick book spread out between heaven and earth, magnificent and magical.

People can only admire it from afar, unaware that it contains scriptures and stories carved by Shaolin monks with their finger strength.

The writing appears and disappears with the undulations of the rock strata, and can only be discerned upon close inspection.

Meng Chuan leaped from the edge of the cliff, as light as a feather, and landed precisely on the edge of the steep book.

Having calmed his mind during this visit, he believed that if he could glean some insights from the scenery, it would be beneficial to improve his martial arts skills.

If that's not possible, it can still be considered "seeing the world and all living beings," and gaining some knowledge.

He saw many footprints, some light and some heavy, on the rocky hillside.

These were all left by martial artists who, like him, were "extraordinarily heavy."
He bent down and reached out to brush his hand across the rock strata.

A gust of wind swept by, and the writing, which had been hidden by sand and dust, became visible.

Before Meng Chuan could fully comprehend it, a mountain breeze swept by, and a faint humming sound emanated from the quartzite strata, as if the chanting of monks had come from ancient times.

Upon realizing this, he was immediately overjoyed.

This looks promising; it seems we've come to the right place this time.

Looking down at the engraved marks, he carefully studied them and gained some insights.

On the surface of the bluish-gray rock, there is a plaque that reads "Two Phases Stone Album".

Kasyapa, after reading the books on the cliff, said to his disciples: "Martial arts are meditation; power arises from the mind, and moves are born from one's nature."

Those who understand emptiness see power as not power, and this is true power.

Those who cultivate the "Formless" state see the move as not a move, which is the essence of a subtle move.

When the mind is free from hindrance, the stone carvings open on their own; when the will is free from attachment, the scriptures reveal themselves; in a single moment of enlightenment, all dharmas return to their source.

Mahakasyapa is said to be one of the ten great disciples of Shakyamuni, the founder of Buddhism.

He was known as the "foremost ascetic" and is one of the important figures who have enabled Buddhism to continue to this day.

According to historical records, Mahakasyapa has already entered Nirvana and transformed into the body of a venerable one.

It means nirvana.

But Meng Chuan didn't think so. He believed that such a Buddhist deity might have "ascended" to the Heavenly Demon Realm, which was still unknown.

Discarding these distracting thoughts, he repeatedly studied the stone book.

Although I don't understand anything about things like "emptiness and formlessness".

But he had a vague feeling that his "Buddhist affinity" had finally taken hold.

It felt as if one had stepped into the title page and was having a face-to-face conversation with Master Kasyapa.

The scene before my eyes changed in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was a completely different sight.

……

“Benefactor, you have a karmic connection with Buddha.”

"."

Meng Chuan thought to himself:

"I was able to enter this place, of course it's fate." He subconsciously put his hands together and habitually said, "Namo Amitabha Buddha."
Seeing that the monk did not react, he bowed and looked him over.

A broad-faced, large-eared monk in yellow robes sat cross-legged on an old futon in front of him.

His lips curved into a compassionate expression, but his eyes were closed and serious, his hands clasped together with prayer beads.

After he got up, he saw the monk point to an empty space to the side, and in a daze, a similar futon appeared out of thin air.

It has magical powers!
Meng Chuan did not see the portrait of Master Mahakasyapa before his death.

He could only guess that the imposing-looking monk was most likely himself.

It seems that I was drawn into this imagery by the Buddhist "true essence" left behind by it.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan hoped that his physical body would be able to sit more firmly on the edge of the cliff.

Don't lose your balance and fall.
At a height of nearly a thousand meters, even without triggering a miraculous transformation, one would likely suffer a severe injury.
“Your physical body is protected by the Buddha’s power, so there is nothing to worry about.”

Meng Chuan had just sat cross-legged on the futon when he heard this voice and was immediately startled.

This monk is truly amazing!

It can read minds? Is that something you can learn?
“I cannot read minds, but I can see from your appearance that you are attached to the troubles of external circumstances.”

"Master, what if I really fall down?"

The high monk sighed:

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, it's just the physical body, the spirit lives on forever, why should you care?"

"."

This caught Meng Chuan off guard.

It seems that Venerable Kasyapa has truly passed away.

This old monk from the ancient martial arts era is far too old.

Although he is skilled in spiritual practice, he does not value physical well-being.

No problem, just take the essence and discard the dross.

"Young friend, what year is it in the outside world?"

"Master, times have changed. Now it is the era of Qi and Blood Martial Arts."

"Is the unity of spirit and body the mainstream path for you now?"

"More or less, like this."

After Meng finished speaking, he regulated his qi and blood, concentrated his essence, energy and spirit, and threw a straight punch at will.

Upon seeing this, the monk's eyes widened in surprise.

Meng Chuan was somewhat pleased that he had astonished the ancients.

"The essence, energy, and spirit are integrated with the three teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and there is also the power of heaven and earth's blessing."

After some contemplation, the monk began to analyze the matter in detail.

Meng Chuan immediately composed himself and became respectful.

Such extraordinary talents born in the era of ancient martial arts are truly terrifying.

If it weren't for the limitations of nature, if I were born in the present...

Leaving aside the Martial Arts Grandmaster, he is at least a Heavenly King.

Meng Chuan waited quietly for the monk to gain enlightenment, and saw the other man suddenly open his eyes, which were clear and bright.

The monk's eyes shone even brighter.

He smiled slightly, revealing a knowing expression, and then spoke to himself:
"Namo Amitabha Buddha, I, the old monk Kasyapa, truly admire the ideas of later generations; they are truly astonishing talents."

The originally fragmented essence, energy, and spirit were miraculously united through the power of heaven and earth, the mind and body were combined, and such a broad and prosperous path was forged. Who was this great sage who possessed such profound wisdom?

After listening to him mutter to himself for a while, Meng Chuan guessed that the Qi and Blood Martial Arts were pretty much correct, and was convinced on the spot.

Upon hearing the old monk ask about the "founder of the Dharma," he whispered a hint:
"Long after your passing, a martial arts master named Zhang Sanfeng emerged. This great talent was the key founder of the Qi and Blood Martial Arts."

The old monk smiled knowingly and muttered to himself:

"Zhang Sanfeng's name [San] corresponds to the three kinds of purity: precepts, concentration, and wisdom. [Feng] means perfection. Pure precepts, perfect meditation, and profound wisdom—all three are abundant!"
"Excellent, what a fine name! Truly a prodigy of our Buddhist lineage."

"."

This is the worst time the Wudang Patriarch has ever been slandered.

But Meng Chuan did not explain.

He hadn't forgotten why he had come to this Book Cliff Martial Arts Realm.

Inform them that Master Sanfeng was a Taoist from the Taoist school and the founder of the largest Taoist sect today.

Even still alive
After these three rounds, don't let this old monk feel bad.

He would be even more upset if they didn't teach him martial arts principles.
Since Master Kasyapa was already quite old, he did not offer any further explanation.

This is a white lie.
On the other side, Kasyapa ignored him and continued to talk incessantly to himself.

He is analyzing the martial arts of Qi and Blood based on his own understanding.

At first, Meng Chuangang was able to cooperate with him in correcting his mistakes.

As time went by, he gradually fell silent.

Instead, they listened intently, carefully trying to understand the "Qi and Blood Martial Arts" as seen through the eyes of this Shaolin patriarch.

Outside, a faint orange-yellow light emanated from the Book Cliff.

As darkness deepened, the light became even more dazzling.

They were even discovered by tourists on the mountain.

As the clock struck eight o'clock at night, the crowd on the edge of the Book Cliff grew larger and larger.

Someone set up a telescope, saw clearly for a moment, and immediately uttered a phrase from the national treasure:

"Holy crap, that's Meng Shen! He looks like he's about to become a Buddha on the spot!"

He saw that Meng Chuan had his eyes closed, his hands clasped together, and his body was surrounded by an orange-yellow halo, as if he were wrapped in gilded gold.

"Tsk tsk tsk, he's really going to become a Buddha. Wasn't he supposed to be a genius of Taoism?"

Beside him, a martial artist with a neck full of prayer beads also said with a regretful expression:
"I have devoted myself to Buddhism, but I am already fifty years old and still have not attained enlightenment."

"Meng Dajia is only twenty years old, yet she possesses such great wisdom. Amitabha!"

Some people couldn't believe it and rubbed their eyes repeatedly before looking again:
"Is this an illusion? Is it real or fake?"

(End of this chapter)