With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 511 Innate Specialties: A New Divine Incense War!

With the anti-aging injections he obtained from the vast ocean, the "blood deficiency" in both can be alleviated.

However, the decline of qi and blood is a natural law.

When one's lifespan is over, it must be taken back; even a deity can't change that.
The sun was high in the east; it was noon.

After finishing his practice of the remaining hard skills, Meng Chuan slowly stood still and adjusted his breathing.

Today's bodyweight training class ended relatively early.

Because the Rainbow Body Transformation had already been triggered during the creation of the spell.

Subsequent training in other hard skills would not allow for a second round of physical conditioning.

His experience in creating his own martial arts style also allowed him to further improve his skills in hard martial arts theory.

Now, carefully consider and thoroughly digest it.

As the sunlight fell upon his eyes, it startled Meng Chuan from his reverie.

He then came to his senses and remembered to check the panel.

He had a good idea of ​​whether his method would be successful.

But I still feel uneasy if I don't take a look.

On the panel, he saw a new entry for the Horizontal Training Method.

[Martial Arts Skill to be Named: Beginner (1%) → (3%) Awaiting Limit Break]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Unnamed (Intermediate)]

Both martial arts techniques and special traits need to be named by the user.

Meng Chuan had already guessed and prepared for this.

He pondered to himself:
"Blood Exchange Body Tempering Method, Blood Flower".

I initially thought of calling it "Blood Transfusion Technique," as it sounded the most fitting.

However, in order to unify the names with "Azure Dragon Locking Body" and "Qi Nourishing Armor Technique", a slight modification was made.

That doesn't sound bad.

The name of the trait, "Blood Flower," was already decided beforehand and needs no further explanation.

Once the limits are broken and mastered, the three flowers of blood, flesh, bones, and muscles will be completely integrated.

Meng Chuan was very curious whether the involvement of the "Dragon Meditation" secret method would produce new miracles.

Most importantly, it is crucial to completely restrain the Dao Heart from absorbing blood and to maintain rationality during the final liberation.

He is most looking forward to taking control of these two points.

Once the thought was settled, the text on the panel slowly disappeared, only to reappear as the thought took hold.

Naming things like that are irrelevant.

He can even arbitrarily rename martial arts created by others or limit-breaking traits on the panel.

Meng Chuan has had the [Limit Break Panel] for many years and knows it very well.

It's just a simple proficiency recorder, with no other functions.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been stuck in the last 1% of the "one certificate for life" system for over ten years.
Thinking back on it now, it's all tears.
In fact, he wasn't always without suspicion.

Could this panel be a manifestation of his innate qualities, appearing within his body?

Special abilities are gained by breaking through limits through martial arts training, thereby acquiring more special abilities.
That's all.

To improve, he still needs to practice and work hard in a down-to-earth manner.

It would be great if we could add some more, cough cough.

Meng Chuan abandoned unrealistic ideas, emphasizing that people should be content.

As strength increases, the origins and identities of the panel will gradually be revealed.

I checked the time; it was almost time, so I stopped my meditation, got up, and left.

Master Bai Bao has already arranged for me to find a master from a martial arts academy to teach the Eighteen Arhats martial arts.

Coincidentally, he also knew someone at the Martial Monks Academy, and Jueming was one of their disciples.

He then arranged to meet the young monk Jueming, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, outside the martial monks' academy.

During the final stage of the Supernova Tournament, the opponent unfortunately lost to Yan Hua and Zheng Chengcheng.

As he walked, he pondered:

"I wonder how strong Master Jueming is now, and whether he has made any progress?"

Before long, Meng Chuan arrived at Liantian Peak.

Upon reaching the top of the mountain, a grand courtyard came into view in the distance.

Red walls and black tiles spread out along the mountainside, and vermilion gates are inlaid with copper nails.

The main entrance of the Martial Monks' Academy.

Meng Chuan saw a young monk, simple-minded and honest-looking, standing next to the angry-looking stone lion, looking around.

He immediately waved and greeted them.

His voice was clear and bright:
"Master Jueming, over here!"

Jue Ming's spirits lifted, and he responded loudly.

"I was in seclusion a few days ago and missed Benefactor Meng's momentous enlightenment. What a pity."

Meng Chuan joked:

"It's alright. Your temple has many wonders. I will try to understand them again another day and inform the young monk in advance."

Jue Ming was speechless upon hearing his speech at Versailles:

"Amitabha, let's go in."

Meng Chuan followed the local thugs and only after entering did he discover that the inside was a completely different world.

The two walked and talked along Gallery Bridge Road.

The water flows gently under the gallery bridge, reflecting the glass lanterns hanging on both sides.

Although it wasn't turned on during the day, one can still imagine how colorful it would be at night.

This suggests that it resembles Shaolin.
They're much "richer" than Wudang!
Tsk tsk…

Jueming walked ahead, then turned back to explain:

“Brother Meng, the master you are looking for is in the Arhat Hall, still inside.”

"clear."

“Master Huiyuan is highly skilled and his Luohanquan technique is superb. Brother Meng is fortunate to learn from him, and his progress will surely be rapid.”

Meng Chuan nodded, then asked curiously:

"Master Huiyuan, what is your level of martial arts cultivation?"

Jue Ming explained:
"The core of Shaolin's Hui generation consists mostly of men around forty years old in their prime. Master Huiyuan is a martial arts master, and there are a very few who are even more talented than him and have already reached the level of grandmaster." Meng Chuan nodded silently, feeling more confident.

A martial arts master may not necessarily possess a wealth of martial arts principles.

But the opponent is definitely more skilled in Shaolin martial arts than I am.

If someone can guide you through the process, your subsequent cultivation will likely be faster.

After turning through the corridor, we crossed several large courtyards.

Immediately afterwards, a huge training field came into view.

In the spacious training ground, a group of people around the same age as Jueming were sweating profusely.

Even before he got close, Meng Chuan could hear the deafening shouts of battle, which were very energetic.

He strolled around casually, looking around at his own pace.

Among them, several monks possessed an aura that was subtly no less imposing than his own.

No need to perceive it; the blood and gore are visible to the naked eye as the fists and feet move.

These people are all martial arts masters of the third level, Meng Chuan nodded to himself.

not bad.

Compared to the United University's Grandmaster Class, even the Fengtian headquarters, the Shaolin Martial Monks Academy is in no way inferior, and may even have a slight advantage.

This is the foundation of a top-tier martial arts force that has been passed down from the ancient martial arts era to the present day, still standing at the pinnacle of the Great Chu and never declining.

Meng Chuan's expression turned solemn. When he saw everyone looking over, he cupped his hands in response.

He no longer clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha".
Master Bai Bao is right.

If you're not a real monk, don't do something that makes you look foolish.

At this moment, regardless of whether they are masters of the third level or other students of the first or second level martial arts academy with slightly lower strength, they are all in the same boat.

Their eyes all turned to him, and many recognized him, clasping their hands together in prayer from afar.

The fact that the enlightenment at the Book Cliff led to the manifestation of the Patriarch Kasyapa shocked them.

Everyone present was a highly talented member of the younger generation of Shaolin.

Many people have learned from the examples left by their predecessors.

However, no one can achieve the superior enlightenment of "seeing one's true nature" like Meng Chuan.

When they came to their senses and saw Meng Chuan's bald head, everyone felt a sense of familiarity.

Jueming walked ahead, greeted everyone, and stood down next to a man who looked like a fat monk.

Just as he was about to begin the introduction, the fat monk beside him said with a smile:

"No need for introductions, this benefactor must be the renowned Meng Chuan."

"Indeed, may I ask if you are Master Huiyuan?"

Meng Chuan cupped his hands and smiled, his aura emanating from him indicating that he was definitely at the third limit.

I had assumed that the master monk would be a tall, strong, and powerful man.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a slovenly, overweight monk with his chest exposed.
"No, this humble monk Liaochen is a junior master among the disciples of this martial monk academy."

The head monk is still serving the Buddha in the temple at this time every day; he arrives a little later.

Meng Chuan gave an awkward smile:
"I apologize. I was blind to your greatness."

Fat Monk Liaochen smiled and waved his hand, saying:

“Amitabha, it’s nothing. If there’s an opportunity in the future, I hope to benefit from your kindness in my national mission.”

Upon hearing this, he understood.

This fat monk is also a member of the national talent pool, a top genius from Shaolin.

When the other party flattered him, Meng Chuan also bowed and praised them, showing how much he was being flattered.

"No problem. Master Liao Chen is a master of the Three Limits Martial Arts. If we meet in the future, I will benefit from your help."

"What is my little bit of Buddhist Dharma worth? Benefactor Meng can subdue the great demon with just two limit periods."

When the three stages of enlightenment are completed, it will surely be like the Vajra Subduing Dragons and Tigers reborn in the world, spreading the boundless Dharma.

Meng Chuan shook his head with a wry smile, not daring to claim such great credit.

Regardless of what others say, maintaining a humble attitude and not becoming arrogant because of others' praise is beneficial to spiritual practice.

After all, there's an old saying that goes:
Arrogance will eventually be punished by Heaven.

However, he gleaned a message from the other party.

That means that the two Arhats who "subdue the dragon and tiger" among the eighteen Arhats should not have been corrupted by demons.

He first regained his senses and chatted warmly with the monks around him, thus building rapport.

Afterwards, I chatted with the fat monk about the country's talent pool.

Since the matter concerned immortals, Buddhas, and demons, the two walked to the wall and whispered to each other.

Jue Ming was inexplicably annoyed by this scene.
He had introduced the two of them himself, but now it seemed he had become an outsider.
The fat monk plopped down on a crack in the brick wall, completely disregarding his image.

She waved with a smile and said:

“Benefactor Meng, please have a seat.”

Seeing this, Meng Chuan stopped pretending and sat down on the ground casually like him.

"Master Liaochen, may I ask how many of the Eighteen Arhats are tainted by demons?"

Liao Chen was fat and had big ears, but he was very clever and shrewd.

Then I realized what Meng Chuan meant.

He saw that Chen's eyes were still narrowed, and he said softly:

"What Benefactor Meng wants to ask about is the matter of Zishou Temple in Jin, right? Shaolin has already sent several grandmasters to handle it. According to current information, nine out of eighteen are infected by demons."

Liao Chen thought that Meng Chuan had some ideas about the mission of the Eighteen Arhats.

He was slightly surprised upon hearing this.

Half of the magic dye
It seems that this wave of conceptual demonic invasion targeting Buddhist beliefs is quite aggressive.

I recalled a scene I had witnessed in the True Martial Realm, in the Great Cave of Fengdu.

In unseen places, the "war of incense offerings" is constantly erupting.

For Buddhist beliefs, the Eighteen Arhats may just be the beginning...

As he was lost in thought, he heard Chen continue speaking:

"I don't know exactly which nine people they are, because the core item has been kept at Zishou Temple. It will only be confirmed after our temple's master has finished dealing with it and retrieved it."

Meng Chuan seemed to be thinking about something, and nodded, saying:
"May I ask, Master Chen, when is it expected to be completed?"

If the Shaolin Temple possesses the core artifact, his "soul-summoning" plan would likely proceed much more smoothly.

(End of this chapter)