With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 516 The Ancestral Master's Assistance: Three Heads and Six Arms!
Seeing this, Erlong was greatly encouraged.

The boss is showing his power!
Seeing this, they also began to attack at the cost of their lives.

It struck straight at the heart, causing the black mist to scatter and the scales to fly.

Meng Chuan finally had some free time to investigate.

He detected a peculiar scent within his own spiritual energy.
That's the essence of Buddhism.
"Buddhist flavor" is a term he made up.

In fact, it's similar to the scent emanating from Master Kasyapa in the imagery of the Book Cliff.

"Conversion and absorption. What kind of energy does my body actually absorb from the outside world?"

I recall the loud Buddhist chant I heard when I first entered this place.

Meng Chuan had already realized that Bai Bao was his great benefactor who was helping him!
Enough said, let's take advantage of the "Buddha's power" and quickly kill this inner demon!
The battle continues, but now that he's out of danger, he appears increasingly at ease.
Overcoming my inner demons doesn't seem to be a problem at the moment.

To preserve one's own consciousness and prevent any aftereffects.

The most important thing is that the foundation of the black iron remains intact.

Strengthening one's spiritual foundation is so difficult that Meng Chuan doesn't want to go back to the same old path.
The Garden of the Moon Platform.

The Buddha stood before the bed, looking ready to take over.

As he waited, he felt a surge of emotion:
"As expected of the Heavenly King Monk, the amount of his spiritual power is truly astounding."

Right now, beside me.

Master Bai Bao was fiddling with his prayer beads, and with a thread of spiritual power connecting them, a tiny Buddha, the size of a palm, hovered between the eyebrows of Meng Chuan, who was lying on the bed.

Bed.

Meng Chuan, who was sleeping soundly, now had his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched.

As he clenched his teeth, the muscles around his cheeks tensed up, making him look quite ferocious and terrifying.

It symbolizes the sea of ​​consciousness, with the forehead above the head shrouded in dark, murky mist.

Its entire body was also shrouded in a dense, black aura.

The two eminent Buddhist figures already knew what Meng Chuan was facing at this moment.

This kid relied on his innate physical strength to overcome the "afflictions and obstacles".

Unfortunately, as the afflictive obscurations fade away, an even stronger "cognitive obscuration" arises.

What does "what is meant" mean?

Specifically, the cause is that the inner demon invaded the "Martial Arts Code," manifesting as a fog of obstacles and usurping the throne.

how so?

The martial arts principles are the core methods that martial artists practice to break through to higher realms; they are the foundation of martial arts.

It involves the will of martial arts, and it is the "only truth" that martial artists must follow and adhere to, allowing no hesitation or speculation.

The inner demon takes advantage of this, taking advantage of the martial artist's obsession with "correctness".

Distorting perceptions!

Twisted mind!

It then seizes the body and takes over the martial artist's body, turning the martial artist into its puppet.

But what Meng Chuan experienced was beyond their imagination.

The Buddha couldn't help but speak:

"What level of martial arts technique is this kid practicing?"

What he practiced was the "Kinnara Prajna of Emptiness and Stillness of All Forms".

The exploration of the Great Circulation practice in this method aims to use Prajna wisdom to observe the essence of all phenomena.

Break through the dual obstacles of afflictions and knowledge, and transform inner demons into the fruit of Bodhi wisdom.

Cause and effect go hand in hand, and this method is also the most likely to attract inner demons among the core techniques of contemporary Shaolin.

But even so.

Even the inner demons that Buddha Shakyamuni encountered were not as terrifying as Meng Chuan's current state!
Not only was his forehead blackened, but his entire body was also infected; it was unheard of.

This is the result of intense emotions and a turbulent soul, which then manifests in the physical body.

Beside him, Master Bai Bao was still controlling the golden baby Buddha, providing support for Meng Chuan.

Upon hearing what the Buddha said, he also thought of Luo Guanyun's resentment in his spiritual realm.

Both master and disciple found themselves in danger because of errors in their understanding of martial arts principles.

Bai Bao was also curious as to why the cultivation methods these two practiced were so dangerous.
"Primordial Spirit Thunder Seed Technique"

He intended to learn about the history of the Luo family's ancestor someday.

If the Luo family patriarch were alive, he would probably be forty or fifty years younger than him.
Once I came to my senses, none of this mattered.

The most important thing now is to help Meng Chuan overcome the obstacle of knowledge.

For some reason, he discovered the boy's body.

At this moment, it's like a black hole, constantly absorbing all kinds of energy coming from the surroundings.

Seeing that Meng Chuan could endure the hardship, he provided him with spiritual energy.

If left untreated, cognitive impairment can leave significant long-term consequences.

Furthermore, this state of adsorbing black holes may not last long.

With this in mind, Bai Bao decided to increase the "efficacy" of the medicine.

Breaking news!
The baby Buddha was moved and fell straight down, landing firmly between Meng Chuan's eyebrows.

In a daze, several afterimages appeared on the left and right sides of the small figure, and then countless arms stretched out like a peacock spreading its tail.

As they swayed densely, they all clasped their hands together in prayer shape above their heads.

The golden light shone brightly, and with each pair of small hands clasped together, the golden light intensified, flowing into Meng Chuan's consciousness and being absorbed.

Time passed slowly, and the black aura subsided somewhat, but Meng Chuan still couldn't break through it after a long attack.

Master Baibao rarely showed such a serious expression.

He remained motionless, continuing to stare at Meng Chuan.

As his thoughts raced, he said to the Buddha:
“Go to the Vairocana Pavilion and retrieve the cotton robe and bodhi seed rosary of Master Kasyapa. Tell him that you want them.”

"Amitabha Buddha."

The Buddha hesitated for a moment, glanced at Meng Chuan, and then left.

In less than half a minute, he rushed over with the gold-embroidered silk robe in his hands.

Without Bai Bao's instruction, he simply draped the cloak over Meng Chuan's shoulders.

He took out his Bodhi seed prayer beads, his expression slightly hesitant.

Bai Bao's voice was unquestionable:
"Take one and burn it for him." As soon as he finished speaking, the prayer beads rattled and broke free from the Buddha's hand.

Bai Bao controlled a Buddha statue that landed on the Buddha's head.

A spark of inspiration ignited, causing the prayer beads to burst into a yellowish-white flame before disappearing completely.

The Buddha's expression was filled with regret.

Bai Bao glanced at it, while controlling the baby Buddha to continue with its hands clasped together, and explained:
“Master Kasyapa will not blame him, I heard that.”

"The incense offerings of the patriarch are already..."

"Listen to the patriarch."

"clear."

The Buddha stopped speaking, staring at the baby Buddha, ready to take over at any moment.

He looked surprised as he recalled the incident at Book Cliff.

It seems that something must have happened between Meng Chuan and Patriarch Kasyapa that I am unaware of.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Meng Chuan looked down at his own body.

Smiling extremely brightly.

No one knows what happened, but his spiritual manifestation was originally a bundle of cotton wool used for putting out fires in four different places.

As the "Buddhist aura" grew stronger, one hand, then two, then three grew out.
A large force suddenly converged.

This tuft of fluff transformed in an instant, becoming a three-headed, six-armed creature with a majestic and dignified appearance!

The central face, with its compassionate smile and a face encased in a golden crown of flames, is exceptionally handsome!
It looks exactly like me.
To the left was a baby with a round face, resembling an infant.

It has no crown on its head, but like Shakyamuni Buddha, it is topped with a tall, black, bumpy mountain.
The person on the right is also an acquaintance.

Meng Chuan was shocked; it was the face of Patriarch Kasyapa.
what's the situation.
Regardless of anything else, he only felt that the power he possessed at this moment was incomparably strong!

It has three heads, with a golden ring hanging in the center high in the air.

A ring of golden light rippled outwards, colliding with the black mist and completely crushing it.

With a flash of light, another monk's robe was suddenly draped over his body.

Meng Chuan looked over and was blinded by the golden light.

Upon closer inspection, the garment is covered with fine, intricate patterns.

It's somewhat like the luxurious version that Kasyapa wore that day.
Looking at all the images, Meng Chuan understood that it was Patriarch Kasyapa who had come to help him.
The emotion needs no words!

As for the origin of the baby Buddha, he doesn't know for now and will talk about it later.

First, deal with the inner demons in front of you!

He pulled himself back to his senses and his figure blurred.

With his spiritual energy concentrated, he held the Fire-Tipped Spear in front of his chest, his four fingers gripping the spear shaft, and stepped on two wheels of spiritual flames, charging forward with ferocity!
Little Nezha - Meng Chuan!
At this moment, Meng Chuan's cassock fluttered in the wind, and as he wielded the sharp spear in his hand, it was like a fiery red flag waving in the wind.

Chi!
With the tip of his blade flickering, thanks to the secret technique of "Golden Finger," he wielded the spear with exceptional skill, executing every strike and thrust with deadly precision, leaving no trace of the black mist's armor!
Why not transform your mental energy into the most familiar fist blade?

He could sense that the protection provided by his Buddhist robes would burn the incense power of Master Kasyapa.

An inch longer means an inch more security.

With the master coming to help, Meng Chuan hoped even more that he would be unharmed.

Whoosh-!
The blade swept across, stirring up the winds and clouds, creating ripples in the spirit.

Cut open this heart, and a wisp of black mist rises out.

Then it billowed into thick smoke, rising slowly upwards.

The two dragon demons provided support from the side, rushing forward to devour the black mist whenever it dissipated, preventing it from invading the high walls of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The scarlet heart stopped moving; it paused for a moment, then contracted and then swelled up again.

At this moment, the inner demon also sensed something was wrong and was about to fight desperately!
The splattered blood and black mist condensed into a human-shaped outline in the air.

As the muscles rapidly intertwined and the arms took shape, the wrist bones pierced through the skin, transforming into three sharp blades.

Short on both sides, long in the middle, drawing a long arc downwards.

It's the beggar's version of "The Moon Over the Bridge of Helplessness"!
In the blink of an eye, the form solidified.

The two dragons looked at "Meng Zha with three heads and six arms," ​​and then at the enemy's appearance.
He's lost his lifespan; the enemy has become his master!
"You two idiots, come with me!"

When Meng Chuan saw the inner demon copying his own appearance and the two dragons' foolishness, he was immediately enraged and thrust his spear again.

The inner demon imitated his movements, always touching the ground with its toes before each attack, transforming into a streak of black light as it flashed and charged forward.

The spearhead flashed with a cold light, and the fire of the spirit rose and then dissipated, rippling in the air.

Meng Chuan frowned; he had missed.

That bastard actually knows the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Step!
Seeing his inner demons circling the furthest point, "Kan Yi," he didn't hesitate. He gripped the musket tightly with his thumb, raised it above his ear, poured in his immense power, and threw it out in an instant!
He's a professional at javelin throwing!
A single shot pierced the air, creating ripples in the mind and drawing a long line of fire that locked onto the palace beneath the inner demon's feet.

study?
Regarding the application of martial arts techniques and body movements, I have a certificate that I can vouch for forever. Can you learn it?

But then the inner demon lightly touched the ground with its toes, causing ripples to spread across the ground. Finally, it managed to stop itself from landing in the palace that Meng Chuan had predicted.

Its entire being seemed to defy the laws of physics.

In the instant it paused, it spun around in mid-air, and the musket just barely grazed its ear before falling to the ground.

Before they could even stand still, another shot suddenly appeared.

Thrust upwards towards it from below!
At the same time, the moment Meng Chuan threw it, he had already condensed a second Fire-Tipped Spear with his boundless spiritual power.

A figure with three heads and six arms flew by, riding on wheels of fire.

A person is faster than a javelin!

puff!

Without holding back in the slightest, without restraint in the utterest way.

He seemed to sense something from that shot.

The boundless power of the Buddha, like the petals imprinted on his chest, the Buddha's hands clasped together, spiritual power surging forth, the wind and thunder in the sky holding the tip of his spear!

Meng Chuan attributed all the immense power he could control to this single shot.

Have fun!

All the suffering endured in the illusion of inner demons is gathered in this single shot.

Let it all out!

I poke!

(End of this chapter)