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Chapter 539 The Twelve Vajras! Subduing the Dragon with Karmic Fire! The Intent of Brahma! (6.2k combined chapters)

Aside from a very few monks who are undisturbed by external things and are dedicated to practicing martial arts.

The rest of them gathered at a distance, watching from this direction.

"Do you think this little devil can beat Chen?"

A thin monk looked towards the sidelines and took the lead in asking a question.

Without the slightest hesitation, all the monks shook their heads.

“If Senior Brother Liao Chen goes all out, this kid has no chance of winning. Even if he uses that body transformation technique to increase his strength, it will be of no use.”

A very small number of monks also acknowledged Meng Chuan's abilities.

But faced with the stark reality of the gap between us, after hesitating several times, I finally spoke slowly:
"Ultimately, it's a difference in raw strength. The gap between a second-limit and a third-limit is enormous, not to mention that his opponent is Senior Brother Liao Chen."

In everyone's mind, this fat monk was far superior to Huiyuan, who was also a martial arts master!
In the distance, the old monk Shi Nan had just finished instructing his disciples.

Seeing the two making a sound, he slowly walked over and reminded them:
"You two should be careful with the newly installed floor and avoid deliberately damaging it."

Learning from past mistakes, Meng Chuan nodded in agreement:
"Senior, I have reflected on my actions."

The fat monk also put his hands together and nodded, indicating that he wouldn't deliberately exert force on the floor or cause trouble for no reason.

The old monk stood in the center, looked around, and saw the burning flame in their eyes.

They immediately understood that they needed to go all out and thoroughly determine the winner.

He clasped his hands together and admonished Meng Chuan and Liao Chen:
“When monks practice martial arts, they value harmony, just as the Buddha said: ‘If you only seek to find fault with others and want to subdue them, you will be mutually seeking victory.’ This is not what the Buddha said.”

Liao Chen returned the bow with his hands clasped together.

"The disciple understands."

Meng Chuan also understood the meaning of this sentence: Buddha advised people to persuade others with reason rather than force, otherwise they would only fall into endless struggle.

But his fists speak for themselves.
They may talk a good game, but there are always some fools who can't understand what they're saying.

At this moment, what you hold tightly in your hand seems all the more precious.

But he didn't argue; the old monk simply told the two of them to be mindful of their limits and not to get into a fight.

He can control himself without activating the "liberated state".

Meng Chuan also bowed:

"I understand."

Seeing that the two were "well-behaved and obedient," Shi Nan's expression softened, and he nodded inwardly.

After thinking for a moment, I raised my arms and stretched them to their maximum angle.

With both hands, make a grasping motion with your five fingers, and squeeze the air tightly.

Meng Chuan sensed a strange power permeating the air, and the magnetic field was changing in unseen places.

This is the imagery of the old monk: first, the air currents adhere to the ground, forming a thin film.

Suddenly, the old monk pulled his hands back to the center of his chest.

A rustling sound came from the horizon, and the clouds and mist lingered.

It actually captured a huge amount of water vapor in the air, evaporated it into a cloud-like mist, and enveloped the entire training ground.

Before Meng Chuan could even ask what the other party was doing, he learned that...

The next instant, as the old monk stretched out his arm again, the clouds seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and were all blown away by the massive air waves.

Then, the old monk focused his mind, and the clouds and mist solidified.

The originally scattered clouds and mist suddenly transformed into a surrounding cloud wall, forming a natural ring-shaped boundary.

The old monk stood with his hands behind his back, his voice leisurely:
"The venue is 200 square meters in length and width. If you fall out, you lose."

Upon seeing the cloud wall rise from the ground, the monks all rushed in and stood at the edge, so as not to interfere with the duel between the two.

After taking a look, Meng Chuan was also shocked by the master's skills.

He can control the magnetic field around him for up to ten feet, which is the limit of his will.

Judging from the direct manifestation of the power of intention, the old monk was almost seven times stronger than him.

However, this is definitely not the other party's limit.
I am still young and still at the second stage of my life, how can I compare to a master?

Meng Chuan felt relieved, then focused his attention on the fat monk.

He sensed something amiss; the other person's mind was racing, as if they were plotting something wicked.
Just as he had thought, Liao Chen quickly came up with an idea.

A harmless smile appeared on his chubby face as he clasped his hands together in prayer.

“Amitabha Buddha—Benefactor Meng, our duel is not for personal gain, but to witness spiritual practice, is that correct?”

Meng Chuan knew the fat monk was up to no good, but he still went along with it:

"Yes."

Liao Chen's smile grew even brighter:

"Since we want to witness spiritual practice, we need a prize as proof."

Regardless of who wins or loses, the prize serves as a reminder to both sides to uphold the principle of "exchange of skills, not competition for victory."

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Meng Chuan was speechless.

"Just take a gamble, why make it sound so formal?"
"Is this how the precepts are really applied? If I win, doesn't Master want to win it back?"

Liao Chen was serious:

"Of course not, this is a hindrance."

"Okay, then what kind of bet would you like to make, Master?"

I almost misspoke, my apologies.
However, he is a gambling prodigy, and has never lost a single game.

This battle is a matter of good fortune.

The fat monk is doomed to defeat!
Liao Chen smiled憨厚ly, stretched out his chubby hand, and rummaged around in the tattered cloth bag hanging at his waist.

A moment later, he took out a dark green fruit about the size of a ping-pong ball.

The fruit's skin is covered with fine black lines, making its emerald green color appear darker.

Besides, there were still a few centimeters of fruit branches left uncut, and they looked quite fresh.

Meng Chuan clicked his tongue in amazement, first glancing at the fruit, then staring at his waist.

The appearance of these storage treasures is truly bizarre and varied.

The fat monk's cloth bag looked tattered, but it turned out to be a valuable item.

Then, seeing the other person offering him the strangely shaped fruit, he explained:
“Benefactor Meng, this is a fifty-year-old snake scale fruit. It is only produced in small quantities in the level two or above [Rainforest] Celestial Phenomenon Demon Nest, so it is quite rare.”

Meng Chuan nodded; he remembered.

This fruit is a rare and precious natural treasure, and among the second-grade fruits, it is quite rare.

As for its effects after consumption.

I had already learned this from the illustrated guide.

It primarily affects the physical body and is unrelated to the mind.

It can mutate the human body, thereby producing antibodies against most toxins.

In addition, it also has a slight effect on tempering the physical body.

Some potent toxic fumes sneak up on you, and the Flower of Flesh doesn't have time to control its pores to close.

Or, if it's an extremely sharp, poisoned dagger capable of piercing one's own flesh, it's even more difficult to defend against.

In addition, it also has a certain effect of refining essence. This item is not bad. He accepted the bet!

Meng Chuan quickly analyzed the situation, his mind clearing, and said loudly:
"Master Liaochen, I am short of money and have no good treasures."

If I lose, I'm willing to take out 200 million in cash and give it to my master.

After some thought, Liao Chen realized that although two hundred million was less than expected, it was roughly equivalent to a second-grade rare and precious material, so it could be considered a barely reasonable price.

Although the market price of a 50-year-old snake scale fruit is certainly more than 200 million.

But since I have an advantage in cultivation, shouldn't I give way a little?

Upon realizing this, Liao Chen's expression instantly turned solemn, and he gave the instructions:
“Excellent—this is a prize, not a wager. Master Meng, please remember this.”

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Meng Chuan, and indeed all the monks present, remained silent, while the old monk Shi Nan turned and walked away.

It's unbearable to watch!
That fat monk is utterly shameless.

What kind of prize is it? It's all an open secret, everyone knows what's going on.
The two people in the open space faced each other from a distance of a hundred meters.

When it comes to getting serious, I'll drop the pretense and stop pretending.

His honest and simple appearance vanished in an instant, replaced by a solemn expression.

Tread. Tread.
As I walked slowly, the ground made a crisp sound as I struck the ground.

Then, fiery red dragon tails sprouted from his shoulders, swaying and wrapping around his arms and green dragon body, until they were clenched into a ferocious dragon head in his palm.

The Azure Dragon coils around the body, grasping left and right.

This is Liao Chen's "Dragon Subduing Fist Intent".

Meng Chuan knew the danger; he had suffered many losses before, so he dared not be careless.

He took a deep breath, his body becoming much larger, no longer compressed.

The shadow slowly rose higher, its imposing presence growing stronger.

It is not liberation, but a return to normalcy, no longer restricting one's own power form.

He's 2.8 meters tall, and his shoulders are wide enough to run a horse!
The helmet was made of yellow earth, predominantly black, with iridescent blue-purple and gold-white hues.

The fine moisture dampened the clay, making it more compact.

Then the mighty white stream surged and churned, clenched into fists, and dissipated.

His fist blazed with flames, held at his waist, the trail of fire behind him stretching for several meters.

Fiery Fist - Meng Chuan!

"Come!"

boom--!
With a heavy stomp of the foot, a hundred meters of scenery vanished in an instant.

"What a vivid depiction of a blazing fire!"

The group of people standing at the front watching the battle were all senior disciples of the Martial Monk Academy.

A knowledgeable Xingyi martial monk stared intently at the scene, finding it hard to believe that Erxian could achieve such a feat.

Is this the initial form of the artistic conception?

It is clearly the genuine intent of boxing and the essence of martial arts!
"Liao Kong, judging from the aura around him, he has a deep understanding of the principles of the five elements' mutual generation, which is extremely rare."

"So young, yet so admirable and awe-inspiring!"

Meng Chuan's normal physique was already extremely tall.

Without restricting his muscles, he transformed from a bodybuilder back into a monstrous muscle man.

With the added blessing of flames, even without unleashing its power, it is as if a giant of fire has been born.

Its body was covered in flames, swaying in the wind, and it shone with a golden-red brilliance under the sunlight.

As it charged toward the fat monk, the materialized visual pressure was overwhelming, causing Liao Chen's heart to tighten involuntarily.
"This kid has only been in control of his mental power for a short time, yet his aura is already so powerful."

If another second-tier monk were to come and take his place...

At this moment, I'm afraid I can't even straighten my back!

Liao Chen was absolutely certain that he was invincible among those of the same level.

Among the two masters of martial arts, no one in the entire Shaolin Temple, or even in the whole country and the world, can match Meng Chuan!
Moreover, it hadn't even used its enlarging technique yet.
The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became. After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Liao Chen decided that it wouldn't work.

I need to show my true skills to avoid losing face in front of the monks.

The thought crossed my mind, and I didn't hesitate much.

He immediately stomped his right foot heavily, focusing all his energy, and crackling sounds emanated from his body without the slightest hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, the Dharma form arises!
A fleeting dragon shadow flashed behind him, swirling around him and growing larger and larger as he pleased, until its body was as thick as a door panel, circling him and poised to strike.

Meng Chuan's expression hardened. This appearance and this imposing aura were no less than those of Chief Inspector Long Jiu.
If one can defeat the opponent, even the Mountain-Shaking Ape will be defeated!
Today!

Bang-!
As the fat monk suddenly exerted his strength, the dragon's tail lashed out from the ground, the sharp sound echoing throughout the training ground.

If it were the previous muddy ground, or the mountainous terrain where the two had previously competed, a huge, bottomless ravine would have already been carved out.

Liao Chen, when exchanging sparring skills, was always ruthless and taciturn.

Meng Chuan had anticipated this, and therefore did not avoid it.

In a flash, he appeared before the fat monk, his steps carrying the rhythm of mountains and rivers, and his raised hand seemed to embrace the flowing clouds.

Manipulate the fiery intent, and subdue demons with true martial prowess!
As the fat monk's fist struck, a bluish-green dragon claw emerged from behind him.

Claws and fists clashed, and the scattered energy struck the ground behind Meng Chuan, creating a violent sonic boom.

However, when it came to Meng Chuan, it was like a stream flowing into the sea, without making a sound.

"Give it your all!" Meng Chuan grinned. What he was most proud of was his strong body, forged in fire.

The black and white energy, interspersed with the raging flames, flickered on and off. It struck Chen, causing a sudden, earth-shattering collapse, with a deafening roar.

Using slowness to overcome speed, and stillness to control movement, is also the essence of the Nine Demon-Subduing Techniques.

With his feet firmly planted in the Arhat stance, he stands tall and unmoving, while his Tai Chi hands send his opponent flying. This is the wonder of integrating Taoism and Buddhism into one's being.

Whoosh-!
Figures clashed and fought in mid-air.

The continuous crashes echoed throughout the training ground, keeping the monks below busy.

Stepping on the threshold, one ascends the ladder to the clouds, firmly planted in the void.

Meng Chuan's fighting technique was exquisite; his Bengquan (crushing fist) was simultaneously a sweeping leg aimed at Chen's waist.

Bang!
The heavy kick was like a whip, striking the void and creating a muffled sonic boom, with the air waves shattering and scattering.

The Azure Dragon fell to the ground from a height of ten meters.

Tap tap tap.
The dragon's claws gripped the ground tightly, and Liao Chenbao was forced back nearly ten meters before he could regain his footing.

Staring at Meng Chuan, his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

The sheer power was indescribable.

This is the most direct result of improved blood and qi circulation.

Meng Chuan was quite satisfied with this, but he was not arrogant. He immediately focused his mind.

Because this fat monk is about to get serious.

Fallen leaves and dust swirled in the breeze, like a dragon of energy encircling the body, and the influence of the mind on the magnetic field was intensifying.

Above their heads, the air flowed like ripples on water, revealing void fissures.

A plump, yellow dragon seemed to emerge from the top of Chen's head.

Two sharp claws hooked around the monk's shoulders, while two other claw blades pointed at him. The huge dragon head was raised high, staring intently at the fire giant, its eyes dripping with killing intent.

very familiar.

In previous sparring matches, I had been defeated by this Yellow Dragon Dharma Form.
Meng Chuan focused his mind, and the color of the flame he held changed slightly.

Empowered by the flames of the spirit, it turned even deeper red, ready for battle.

The monks in the distance also wore solemn expressions.

Including Chen, the Shaolin Temple Martial Monks Academy now has twelve disciples with the third limit.

Also known as the "Twelve Shaolin Warriors".

Liao Chen is among them, ranking in the top six.

Of the six Vajra warriors present today, only one can rival Chen.

If the fat monk loses, even if the Twelve Vajras don't fight, they will still be largely defeated!
Seeing that Chen had stopped joking around and was getting serious, the group finally felt relieved.

Just now, the offensive and defensive situation on the field really made me worry that Chen would be no match for him.

Seeing this, the thief monk stopped hiding.

The outcome will be decided soon.
“Benefactor Meng, be careful.”

Liao Chen's voice was like a dragon's roar, and his figure moved accordingly.

Meng Chuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze became blank.

One monk and two dragons vanished before our very eyes!
Tear--!
Sparks flew everywhere, and the blades made a piercing tearing sound.

Bang bang bang!
Then countless dragon claws engulfed him, and the blade wind raged wildly. Strange colors flashed on Meng Chuan's body one after another, and he was hit several times before he could catch up with the rhythm.

The nine palaces beneath my feet kept changing, and with a combination of dodging and defense, I finally managed to catch a glimpse of it.

His fist slashed horizontally like a heavy sword, and flames mixed with surging thunder burst forth for several feet.

Like a bolt of lightning from the sky, it slid down and ignited a fire, blocking Chen's position and creating a large vacuum zone.

Liao Chen was incredibly agile, dodging the punch to the side, but his Azure Dragon Dharma Form managed to withstand it. With the support of his spiritual flames, it was nearly destroyed, exposing a gap in his chest.

Meng Chuan pressed his advantage relentlessly, his attack continuing without pause.

In an instant, his mind was almost fully focused, and the fire grew even larger, burning fiercely.

The turbid, brownish-red flames enveloped his left fist, the flames pouring out like a tidal wave. A violent pillar of fire, three zhang thick, burst forth, as if he had lifted it high, splitting the heavens and earth, and fiercely smashed it into Chen's chest!

In an instant!
boom--!
The pillar of fire erupted like magma, and exploded instantly upon impact. Crimson flames, carrying smoke and dust, shot into the sky, and in an instant, the entire training ground was as bright as day!

The air scorched, twisted, and evaporated.

The pupils of the watching monks reflected the fiery inferno, as if the flames of hell were pouring down.

The surrounding clouds, which served as the boundary rope, seemed to wail mournfully, showing faint signs of dissipation.

Forced to concentrate once more, the old monk who was acting as the referee on the sidelines solidified his cloud wall.

What a fierce and powerful fire punch!

Liao Chen wasn't a wooden stake that Meng Chuan could strike at will.

Huang Long moved at will, his right fist wrapped in dust swung and generated energy, and he clenched it to block.

With fierce eyes and fangs, it was extremely ferocious.

Every inch of its golden scales reflected dazzling light, while its enormous body stirred up clouds and mist that scattered in all directions.

In the instant of the collision with the volcano, another dragon claw silently cast a shadow from the mist.

Probe again with your claws!
The dragon claw was like a black hole, sucking in large gusts of wind and clouds in its palm.

With a firm grip, a dragon roared and tore through the clouds, all striking Meng Chuan's shoulder at once!
Waves of strangely colored light flashed one after another as the two fought from the sky to the ground, and the battle became increasingly intense.

The scene was indescribable. The young monks of the "Jue" generation, including Jue Ming, had strange looks in their eyes and their faces turned red.

Seeing that the two were locked in fierce combat, he bluntly said, "Open your eyes!"

The minds of the other monks were also gripped tightly, and no one considered who would win or lose.

After this battle, Meng Chuan's position in their hearts is worthy of respect.

at the same time.

Two people stepped out of the Heavenly King Hall, which is not far from the Martial Monks Academy.

After visiting the Maitreya Buddha statue, Fan Luo walked ahead.

He slightly turned aside to avoid the blinding golden sunlight and spoke:

"The profound heritage of Shaolin Temple is truly extraordinary, and it deserves its reputation as the foremost Buddhist temple in China and the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism."

Even though our Western Regions have numerous Buddhist temples and believers everywhere, they are still far inferior to Mount Shaoshi.

Doma nodded and moved to the prince's right, his broad figure shielding him from the sunlight.

"Your Highness is right. Although Buddhism was introduced to our Western Regions earlier, the Central Plains have the advantages of population and geography. It is normal for us to have this foundation."

Fanlu nodded in agreement, confirming that what the other party said was correct and that the situation was indeed as described.

He then asked:
"Master Tamo, what do you think is the path to becoming someone predicted by the Buddha? Or rather, what abilities are required to achieve this?"

Tama clasped his hands together and smiled:
“Like Your Highness, a devout believer who is born with extraordinary abilities and works hard to achieve them.”

Fanlu shook his head:

"You know I don't like flattery from others."

Tama said earnestly:
"This is not flattery, but a heartfelt statement. The Ratnagotravibhāga states: Only the Buddha possesses perfect wisdom, compassion, and power, and is complete in both benefiting others and benefiting all beings."

Your Highness is born with innate wisdom, possessing the power of wisdom, compassion, and virtue. You diligently cultivate yourself and accumulate merit and good karma.

If one practices the Bodhisattva path with an altruistic heart, one will ultimately attain supreme enlightenment and achieve Buddhahood.

Fanlu shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Becoming a Buddha is no easy feat.

The number of living Buddhas in this world can be counted on one's fingers.

Coming to his senses, he noticed the commotion in the distance and took the lead.

"Let's go, it's lively over there, let's go take a look."

Tama nodded in agreement and strode after him, following closely behind.

"We haven't gained much in the past two days. The Buddha also said that there is no core of Brahma in the temple."

But the guidance of my Brahma conch shell cannot be faked, which is strange.
"Master Domo, do you think it's possible that some Shaolin disciple has been hoarding it?"

The conch shell in Brahma's hand is transliterated from Sanskrit as "diamond conch".

It is also a core item of Brahma, and is enshrined in Loulan City.

Why was this item not confiscated by the state during the restructuring of the Martial Temple?

You'd have to ask Fanluo's parents.
The Great Sage is at the pinnacle of the world, and naturally enjoys special treatment.

Just like the Great Chu's attitude towards the matter of the demon-infected Eighteen Arhats, it first left it to Shaolin to handle.

When it comes to the ancestral homeland of Zen Buddhism, Domo dares not accept the offer.

After a moment's thought, he said seriously:
"I will do my utmost to sense the remaining two core items for Your Highness."

Vanro nodded, quickening his pace:

"Thank you."

All the masters of the Western Regions wished to serve the descendants of the two saints.

If one could stay by His Highness's side and protect him, it would be almost equivalent to the position of Imperial Tutor in the ancient martial arts era of the Central Plains.

However, there is a reason why this cushy job fell to Tama.

It has little to do with his combined internal and external training.

Although the number of top experts in the Western Regions is far less than that in the Central Plains.

But there are many grandmasters who are better than him.

Moreover, there's a Martial Arts Venerable above them, keeping things under control.

The fundamental reason is that he is of great use to Brahma!
Over the years, he has created multiple martial arts styles that directly point to the faith of Brahma, providing him with abundant martial arts fortune!

It is also one of the key keys to unlocking the treasure trove within the destroyed Dharma realm of the [Vajrayana] sect!

Training grounds of the Martial Monks Academy.

The cloud wall enveloped most of the area, and the air was filled with the energy of dragons and the five elements.

Most of the monks were focused on the center of the room and did not notice the arrival of the two men.

Only a few absent-minded monks noticed the arrival of Brahma and Tamma.

The group clasped their hands together, bowed, and addressed him as "Your Highness, Brahma".

The other party is of noble status and should have this intention.

It is important to know that there is a clear distinction between "order and hierarchy" within Buddhism!
The core classification is based on the number of years since ordination, the corrected rank, and the status of monks and laypeople.

The other party is the common offspring of two living Buddhas from the Western Regions.

His status and position were so high that he was comparable to an Arhat, far from being an ordinary monk.

Fanlu nodded slightly in response.

His eyes remained fixed on the field, never blinking.

"The martial arts of the Central Plains are truly formidable."

Doma nodded in agreement and began to speak:
"Especially the one on the right, whose cultivation is a bit weaker, it's truly remarkable that he could fight a level three cultivator to such an extent."

The image of a fiery demon was reflected in his pupils.

In the center of the arena, two people are locked in fierce combat.

call--

The wind howled, the waves gathered and dispersed, and the naked eye could barely see the reality through the dim, flashing light.

Meng Chuan stood on white mist, his body covered in flames, his golden eyes blazing, and the white mist that shattered after his powerful punches lingered.

Enveloped by the power of Master Shi Nan's will, the ground around them became flat.

But the fierce wind swept it clean, as if it had been carefully wiped with a cloth, making it almost reflective.

Meng Chuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he seized the opportunity to strike. A thunderous roar erupted from his body, echoing through the clouds!

Lightning flashed and flames flickered as his spiritual power surged forth, converging in his palms.

With his left hand holding the blue dragon's head and his other hand gripping the dragon's body, he channeled his immense power from his shoulders and neck to his palms. With each breath, along with his spiritual strength, he angrily clenched and tore the dragon apart to the sides!
The dragon's body is like a spring, first stretched infinitely, and then it never stops.

Seeing the fat monk's relieved expression, Meng Chuan smiled slyly.

His arms stretched out abnormally, their boundless power continuing to tear at the dragon's body!
The creaking sound of the taut string echoed throughout the room, making the monks' hearts leap into their throats, their breaths falling so softly they could hear a pin drop.

Just the next second.

Tear--!
The blue light burst apart.

A large number of dragon-scale-like objects shattered and filled the sky.

The Azure Dragon was torn in two!

(End of this chapter)