With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 525 Who exactly is in a hurry, the Long-Armed Long-Eyebrow Shaolin Five Elephants?
The thick booklet says:

To master the Luohan Fist, one must uphold this spirit in order to better practice martial arts and unleash the power of the fist itself.

After reflecting on it, Meng Chuan pondered:

"You've got something special."

He channeled this force to his fist, then stretched and swung his arm to unleash it.

With the support of this Arhat's energy, no matter how you perform the punches, there is a feeling of crushing and smashing.

Even if it's practicing Five Elements Drill Fist or Tai Chi.

It still has a kind of aggressive, domineering spirit.

On second thought, I had many speculations about the practical applications of this energy.

We'll talk about these things another time.

First, practice boxing and master the basics of the two Luohan boxing styles.

Stab it--!
A surge of blue-purple true energy emerged, carrying with it the power of an Arhat.

In an instant, lightning flashed across the mountaintop, accompanied by the occasional rumble of thunder.

It wasn't thunder from the heavens, but rather Meng Chuan's powerful energy release after circulating his qi and blood, which was incredibly impressive!

Time passed slowly, and it was already two in the morning.

Meng Chuan stood still, dispelled the lightning, and ended his punching practice.

It's just practicing ordinary martial arts; there's no need to regulate your breathing.

He practiced his Qi-observation technique while introspecting on himself.

On the panel, two brand-new martial arts skills are vaguely visible in the [Martial Arts] section:

【Reaching for the Wide Fist: Beginner Level (30%) - Awaiting Breakthrough】

[Limit Breaking Trait: Vertical Arm (Beginner)]

[Long Eyebrow Fist: Beginner (15%) - Awaiting Limit Break]

[Limit-Breaking Trait: Longevity Eyebrows (Intermediate)]

The former is second-rate, the latter is first-rate; both are among the most difficult ancient martial arts to master.

Meng Chuan was very satisfied with the progress he had made in such a short time.

He maintained his introspective posture, focusing on the untapped potential of the two boxing techniques, and slowly pondered:
"The former effect should be related to the mutated arm, becoming longer?"

The latter was somewhat unexpected, and it seems to be related to lifespan.

No, if it's an outward-facing trait, my eyebrows won't turn into something like the long-browed Arhat, all curved and long, will they...?

No problem, we can just control the hair growth and prevent the curved section from growing out...

The Arhat who reaches out his hand, known in ancient Sanskrit as "Pantaka," got his name from the fact that he often reached into his robes to retrieve objects during his practice, symbolizing great freedom.

The effect of "vertical arm" is that the arm is both long and flexible.

That's about right...

The Arhat with long eyebrows, named "Ajita," was born with long eyebrows, symbolizing longevity and wisdom. After being introduced into Chinese Buddhism, he was hailed as the embodiment of compassion.

Therefore, it is reasonable that the Breakthrough trait is named "Longevity Eyebrow".

Meng Chuan wasn't in a hurry to find out the specific effects once he broke through the limit.

Daily boxing lessons; I'll be focusing on these two subjects lately, to "summon the soul" as soon as possible.

Therefore, it won't be long before we find out.

With the plan set, he continued practicing his boxing.

Tirelessly, until dawn.

As dawn broke, Meng Chuan finished his stance and stood still, his nostrils twitching slightly as he smelled the delicate fragrance of millet.

Master Bai Bao often cooks porridge for breakfast, and he often says, "Cooking porridge over a fire is also a form of spiritual practice."

He didn't understand any of this, but at that moment he wanted to ask for a bowl of porridge.

After finishing a boxing practice, having a bowl of hot porridge is such a wonderful thing.
The kitchen door was open; he greeted them and went inside.
"Good morning, Master Bai Bao."

Bai Bao stood by the stove, pushing a large ladle to cook porridge.

The millet porridge in the pot was bubbling and steaming. Hearing the sound, he handed over the ladle and said with a smile:

"You help this old monk cook. When it's done, give me a small bowl, and the rest of the pot is yours."

Meng Chuan agreed, unleashing a burst of fire with a single palm strike, which hurtled towards the bottom of the pot.

Porridge tastes better when cooked over high heat.

"Is this how you use fist intent? Don't burn your brains, kid."

Bai Bao stood behind Meng Chuan, looked him up and down, and said in surprise:
"Have you mastered the basics of Arhat Fist?"

“Master Bai Bao has a good eye. He was so overjoyed yesterday that he practiced all night long.”

Meng Chuan did not find it strange.

In order to attract the Arhat as soon as possible, he tried his best to maintain the Arhat posture of "empty upper body and solid lower body" when walking and standing.

What Master Bai Bao saw was the change in his physical condition at that moment, which was not difficult to discern with the naked eye.

"good."

After taking another look, Bai Bao returned to the main hall and sat down, waiting for Meng Chuan to bring out the porridge.

"Mastering the Arhat stance in one night, and then being able to hone the foundation of fist techniques through daily practice—such astonishing progress truly indicates a profound connection with Buddhism."

Moreover.

This kid caused a series of troubles in just a few days.

Whether the impact is positive or negative, it is all due to a combination of causes and conditions.
Time flies, and half a month has already passed.

As early autumn approaches, Henan province experiences frequent rainfall, and the mountain climate becomes increasingly humid.

Mount Shaoshi.

The construction of the new Wuseng Academy is in full swing.

Meng Chuan, as the supervisor, would come over to check on things from time to time.

He wanted to see exactly where the UN's billion dollars had gone.
From a distance, Liao Chen saw him and stretched out his chubby hand to greet him:

"Young Master Meng, let's go!"

"coming."

Meng Chuan responded and followed Master Chen's steps.

Recently, the fat monk has been a great help to him in his boxing practice, and he has also learned a lot from the Luohan boxing style.

In their spare time, the two often exchanged ideas and practiced their skills.

He loses more often than he wins.

It has been three years since Liao Chen broke through the three-year mark.

With a blood and qi count starting with five, the dragon-shaped fist technique is quite domineering. The body movements are also very fluid, displaying an agility completely inconsistent with the body's shape.

You can't win unless you unleash your full potential to three or four hundred percent.

He discovered that the current controllable limit is [Liberation: 300%].

As you push the limits of liberation further, your emotions will amplify, and you will gradually lose your rationality.

If one loses control of their mind, they are easily drawn in by inner demons a second time.

Therefore, unless his life is in danger, he will not unlock higher forms of liberation before the physical performance hall is initially built.

Don't let your own soul be taken away by your inner demons before you've even summoned the "Souls of the Eighteen Arhats."
He also learned from Liaochen that the Shaolin Temple's Kasyapa lineage of martial monks feared them like tigers.

Meng Chuan followed him, pondering to himself:

"Recently, the two Arhat Fist techniques have made encouraging progress, but there has been no reaction from the Eighteen Arhats."

After each boxing practice session, he would use his Qi Observation Technique to probe for clues, but so far he has not detected anything.

In just one week and seven days, he mastered the "Reaching Hand Wide Fist" and became proficient in the "Long Eyebrow Fist".

Such speed, how could it not attract Arhats?
It's not that Meng Chuan is bragging, but his progress in practicing Arhat Fist is absolutely unparalleled among all monks.

He remembered that when he was practicing the Dorma Hard Technique, he easily attracted the Great Brahma.

As I am now, in terms of talent, I am blessed by the effects of multiple traits.

It's more than a hundred times better than it was back then.

Why haven't they come yet? I can't understand it, it shouldn't be like this.
Having heard Master Chen say that half of the Eighteen Arhats are corrupted by demons, they must be in a great hurry.
But at this moment, it was he who was anxious.
Meng Chuan thought to himself:
"There's still time, let's take another look."

Coming back to his senses, he followed the fat monk toward the training grounds recently designated for the martial arts monks.

Auditing a class!

Upon arrival at the destination, we found ourselves in a wide-open, flat area.

In the center of the field, an elderly monk dressed in a yellowish-brown robe was leading the group in practicing boxing.

It's immediately obvious that he's practicing a style of boxing that mimics the movements of other characters.

Shaolin Five Elephant Fist.

It is a type of ancient martial arts style that integrates the basic forms and spirit of five animals: dragon, tiger, leopard, snake, and crane.

Legend has it that the founder of this Dharma was none other than the renowned Bodhidharma.

I had previously seen the young monk Jueming practicing his warm-up routine, and he was also doing this set of boxing techniques, similar to the "Arhat Stance," a foundational skill used in Shaolin.

Meng Chuanxian went to the side to practice his own.

I'll go over and tag along when the old master in the white clothes comes to teach me Arhat Fist.

He stood still and began to practice his boxing, entering a state of complete focus.

In terms of dedication, he is second to none.

A moment later, the fat monk Liaochen beside him sparred for a while and then invited him to spar a couple of times.

They were just exchanging tactical moves; nothing serious was actually fought.

Amidst the exchange of blows, the two chatted as they fought.

"There have been quite a few new demon nests in Henan recently. Are you interested, Benefactor Meng?"

"Got a mission?"

Meng Chuan launched a long punch attack, responding casually.

"No, recently the national missions have been mainly concentrated in Shanxi."

"That's it."

Fang Jianxing is probably waiting at the foot of the mountain. It's not time yet; let's give this bastard a little more time to cool him off.
Liao Chen, with his chubby hand clenched behind his back, intercepted the fist aimed at his waist, and smiled with narrowed eyes:

"Xiao Meng, your probing technique is getting better and better; you must have already reached a high level of mastery."

"You flatter me. I am still far from your level of Dragon Form Fist, Senior Brother."

“You’ve been practicing the Arhat Fist as a secondary skill, so if you’re going to compare, you should compare the Five Elements Fist.”

"Don't worry about it, Senior Brother Liaochen, you're getting too attached to appearances again."

Hey! You little rascal!

At noon, at the Moon Terrace Garden.

Today is also the weekly Buddhist philosophy class.

However, Master Bai Bao was not on the mountain, so Meng Chuan practiced his skills first and waited.

Jueming, the young novice monk, also arrived early and stood aside practicing his boxing while waiting to audit the class.

Seeing him holding a stick in both hands, repeatedly rubbing it to lift the heavy object below, I asked curiously:

"Brother Meng, are you training your forearm strength? What method do you use?"

"Wu-Tang."

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100
He silently counted in his mind, and when the count was up, he put the practice tools back into his waist tag.

These "furniture" pieces are all local specialties brought down from Wudang Mountain.

Meng Chuan would occasionally use it as a warm-up exercise when practicing Arhat stance.

Taoism and Buddhism cannot coexist.

Jueming listened, pursed his lips, and said with a slightly "it's nothing" expression:

"Our Shaolin Temple also has a similar method, which is even more effective than this training method."

He was somewhat curious:
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

“Take a pole and attach a weight to the other end, like the magic iron you just used, Brother Meng. Then use the weight to strike the bell.”

Upon hearing this, he seemed to be deep in thought:
"The longer the pole, the greater the pressure. In this way, if the strength increases in the future, there will be no need to adjust the weight of the object."

Jueming nodded happily, his eyes filled with anticipation:

“Excellent. My master once told me when I first started learning: for every inch the length is increased, the weight of the object being hung will double.”

Brother Meng, isn't this much more convenient than the Wudang method?

Meng Chuan nodded, pondered the underlying principles, and found that what he said was indeed true.

"Yes, yes, yes, the method taught by the young master is good."

I'll get one someday, a telescopic fishing rod made of Zhenwu material, which can be extended or shortened, and it would be quite good for practicing with magic iron.
Meng Chuan communicated with Master Bai Bao by phone.

He has some business to attend to down the mountain and won't be back until tonight.

The Dharma teachings are observed as usual tonight.

"Master Jueming, Master Bai Bao said he won't be back until tonight. Are you still waiting?"

Jueming stood far away from Meng Chuan, several hundred meters away, and stood in his stance.

His meaning was crystal clear.
(End of this chapter)