With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 541 Mad Demon Stick Technique: Heaven and Earth Know Me!

The old monk withdrew the swirling energy that had enveloped the area, turned around, and shouted:
"Disperse, all of you! Go practice your martial arts! Buddha is watching from above. One or two of you wouldn't be shameful enough."

Coming to his senses, Shi Nan was secretly puzzled.
Shaolin Temple was at its peak, with the Abbot, known as the second most powerful "living Buddha" in the world, and its disciples were growing rapidly, with talented individuals emerging one after another.

But ever since that kid went up the mountain, there's been a sense of unease, like a period of transition.
As Shi Nan pondered this, he looked at Meng Chuan with regret in his eyes.

It's a pity he's not a Shaolin disciple, alas.
The old monk shook his head, no longer dwelling on these thoughts.

He was a wise and righteous man who resolved difficulties. He wasn't a disciple of Shaolin Temple, so what?

If this child is strong, then humanity will be strong. Why should we harbor any resentment?

Thinking of this, and recalling how this kid had just overpowered everyone with sheer force, I realized...

The old monk had an idea, beckoned him over.

Meng Chuan sensed the telepathic transmission and stopped what he was doing.

"Fat monk, let's talk another day. Master Shinan wants to see me."

After Meng finished speaking, Liao Chen resumed his sly, narrow-eyed grin, clasped his hands together, and took his leave.

“Go on, Benefactor Meng. Don’t keep Master Shi Nan waiting. We can discuss the Dharma another day.”

After turning and leaving, Liao Chen watched his retreating figure, pondering to himself:

"We must make a trip to Yaoshi Peak to seek out some medicine to treat internal injuries."

"Brother Liao Huo occasionally has moments of enlightenment. If he can seize the opportunity and break through to the Grandmaster level with the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, then I, the Buddha, will become a key force in descending upon the Demon's Lair."

Thinking back to the national quest outside Fengdeng City, the [Crimson Wrath] Demon Nest.

Liao Chen's squinty eyes narrowed even further, and he suddenly thought of something:
"If Senior Brother Liao Huo is unable to attend due to his breakthrough, we can ask Benefactor Meng if he would be willing to come."

Compared to myself, this kid is tougher and more capable of fighting, making him a better fit as a vanguard.
At worst, we can just give him the captain who had been confused.

Having an extra powerful teammate greatly improves safety.

It's far more important than the 20% special battle merit incentive for the mission leader.

Amitabha Buddha—Buddha cherishes his life.
Training grounds of the Martial Monks Academy.

The disciples walked around the old monk, practicing their boxing from a distance.

Worried that he was in a bad mood, I dared not provoke him.

Upon hearing Master Shi Nan's greeting, Meng Chuan walked over, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said:

"Greetings, senior. May I ask what business you have with me?"

He greatly respected this master of pacification.

When he taught boxing, he did not hold back his knowledge because he was a "fake monk," but instead taught without discrimination.

Teach everything, and teach with heart.

The reason why Luohan Fist can be mastered so quickly.

Aside from his own talent, he also deserves a lot of credit.

This kind of old master, as well as the demeanor of monks like Master Baibao and the Buddha, is what matches the image of a highly respected monk in his mind.

When the old monk saw him walk up to him, he didn't say much, but simply reached behind him and grabbed him.

Meng Chuan followed the other person's gaze with an inscrutable expression, unsure of their intentions.

The next moment, the jujube wood staff that the old monk had used to strike his disciple slipped out from under his sleeve and was held in his palm.

The tip of the stick lightly tapped the floor tile, without much force, but "Bang!" A loud bang shook Meng Chuan, making him stagger.

To resolve difficulties, one must speak out.
"This move is called the Sea-Stabilizing Needle."

Before he finished speaking, the old monk flicked the end of his staff with his finger.

The jujube wood stick suddenly lifted off the ground and was then grasped horizontally by his five fingers.

The next moment——

The old monk swung his staff, "sweeping away the clouds to reveal the sun."

For a moment, the world fell silent. The tip of the stick sliced ​​through the void, creating ripples that stretched a hundred feet away, like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.

Meng Chuan followed the ripple into the distance with his gaze.

In this scene, everything before my eyes seems to have transformed into these dark yellow lines.

In the distance, withered yellow pine trees collided with the line, which was crooked, twisted, and broken like a snapped harp string.

The pine wood was swept up and turned into wisps of white smoke.

Without a sound, a ten-foot-tall ancient tree returned to dust and ashes.

Its power was unparalleled, yet its presence was utterly unassuming.

Apart from the disciples practicing their martial arts around them, no one else noticed.

Seeing his gaze turn back to her, slightly surprised.

The old monk withdrew his staff, put his hands together in prayer, and explained:
"It won't survive this winter. The old monk is just helping it enter the cycle of reincarnation, which can be considered a good deed."

You are not sensitive enough to the energy of all things, and you cannot find the signs of cause and effect and reincarnation.

As the old monk observes you, you are like the rising sun, radiating vitality.

Looking at ourselves, we are like withered flowers of tomorrow.

"You flatter me, senior. I understand."

Meng Chuan gave an awkward smile.

I thought the old monk was like me, doing things that damage the environment.
Who would have thought this could be connected to Buddhist principles? No wonder he's a high-ranking monk.
However, what the other party said is also true.

One's own observation of the spirit of all things can only exist on the surface.

Ultimately, it's because my years of cultivation are too short and my spiritual attainment is insufficient.

Coming to his senses, he saw the old monk scrutinizing him and asked:
"This is one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, and also the strongest striking technique in the world of staff fighting routines, known to the world as the 'Mad Demon Staff Technique.' Would you like to learn it?"

After thinking for a moment, Meng Chuan shook his head and politely declined.

I learned the "Golden Finger" technique before in order to save time practicing weapons.

The second level of this method, "as easy as using one's arm," indicates that proficiency has progressed more than halfway.

It's not far from the third level of the "Man and Soldier as One" realm.

By then, he will be proficient in all eighteen weapons, and this Madman's Staff Technique will certainly be the icing on the cake.

However, it cannot obtain qi and blood, nor can it break through the limits.

His time was limited, so the overall approach was not very useful.

Besides, I don't need a stick.
The old monk remained expressionless, seemingly guessing that he was going to refuse.

Then he began practicing his staff techniques on his own, his voice leisurely:
"The Mad Demon Staff Technique is a top-level staff technique passed down in our temple for thousands of years. Although it cannot be used to exchange for vital energy or add to weapon techniques, if studied deeply and mastered, it can greatly improve one's martial arts theory and fighting skills."

How to improve one's martial arts skills?

Meng Chuan's eyes lit up, and he spoke frankly and in detail.
Have you ever seen what it means to be in the realm of "understanding heaven and earth"?

He stood with his hands clasped in front of him and asked in a deep voice:
"Please, senior, enlighten this junior."

"Understanding Heaven and Earth?"

The old monk smiled and twisted his staff, pointing to the pine forest a hundred feet away.

"No way, they won't all make it through this winter?"

Meng Chuan's eyes widened, thinking the old monk was about to send them all into reincarnation.
The next moment, a rustling sound was heard, like the rain stopping.

The pine trees bowed low, bending towards the old monk as if worshipping the Buddha.

The old monk sheathed his staff, stood tall, and laughed heartily:
"It is Heaven and Earth who truly recognize this old monk!"

Heaven and earth recognize me.

Meng Chuan pondered the matter repeatedly, and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

Even the divine mountain within his body grew several inches taller, from which he benefited immensely.

He understood the meaning behind what his senior had said.

Ultimately, it all boils down to that old saying:

Weapons are an extension of fists and feet, and also contain the wisdom of fist techniques.

Seeing that he was interested, the old monk pressed his advantage:

"The stick technique is not difficult. After you learn it, you can practice it in your spare time. It won't take up much of your boxing practice time."

Do you know why, among the myriad staff techniques in our temple, only the "Mad Demon Staff" technique is listed among the world-renowned Seventy-Two Unique Skills?

It's not just about technique; it's about understanding the underlying principles. Many of our temple's top-tier martial arts styles were created based on it.

If you learn this, its uses will be endless.

Meng Chuan was finally moved, but he hesitated:
"I have a question: why are you so insistent on having me learn this?"

It's not that I'm being smug after receiving benefits.

The Buddhist concept of cause and effect is mysterious, and he was worried about getting involved in any karmic consequences.

Therefore, it's not really worth it.

Upon hearing this, the old monk angrily pulled out his stick again, puffing out his beard and glaring:

"You brat, I only taught you because I saw that you have superhuman strength, as if you were born with divine power. If you don't want to learn, then forget it."

"Really?"

The old monk remained silent, then raised his stick to strike.
Meng Chuan gave an awkward smile, turned around to avoid him, and stood still, shouting loudly:
"I will learn! Senior, if I wield the Great Halberd True Martial in the future, will I be able to fully unleash the power of this Mad Demon Staff Technique?"

The old monk's expression softened, and he nodded:
"Your strength is immense, which is indeed suitable for this type of heavy-duty martial art. The combination of the two complements each other perfectly."

Aside from weight and length, isn't a halberd just a stick with a fork at the front?

As long as you can handle it with ease, you can unleash your full potential!

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It was my own attachment to appearances that led me astray. The old monk was right; his words may be rough, but the principle is sound.
There's no better time than now, so Meng Chuan followed the old monk away.

First, I got the stick manual, and then I started teaching.

Before leaving, I looked back and saw two big, white teeth in the distance.
The two people from the Western Regions were still sizing him up.

When they saw his gaze fall upon them, the two smiled in response.

Hmm. Your teeth are very white.

"That is a distinguished guest from the Western Regions, the son of the two saints. Perhaps he was curious about you because of your impressive appearance just now."

When the old monk saw him turn around, he gave him some pointers.

Meng Chuan nodded in response, then turned and left.

Even if the other party is of noble status, it has nothing to do with him, and there is no need to befriend them.

His base of operations is in the Central Plains, and he wouldn't go to the Western Regions unless necessary.

That day and night.

"The Mad Demon Staff Technique consists of seventy-two rounds and three hundred and sixty strikes, with twenty-four additional techniques and ten swings with eight variations."

Listing it as one of the Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills is truly without any problem.

As Meng Chuan walked, he pondered the matter. Even after returning from learning the staff technique, he continued to ponder it in his mind.

He has mastered most of the techniques of stick fighting.

For the more difficult ones, occasional practice can make up for the deficiencies.

To achieve what the old monk described—to give back to the principles of martial arts, and even to create a new style of boxing—is a goal.

One must specialize, practice repeatedly, and ponder the underlying principles.

Secondly, focus on refinement. In actual combat, practice various moves and stances, master the fourteen-character key principles of "turning, parrying, blocking, picking, thrusting, chopping, parrying, flicking, tipping, striking, and sniping with hidden hands," and you will gain some insight.

He doesn't have time to practice with the staff every day, so he can try to master it in actual combat later.

Once you have a certificate, you're permanently qualified. Mastering this skill isn't too difficult.

"The matter of acquiring a large halberd should also be put on the agenda."

I can't learn the stick technique for nothing; when I get back to Yong'an, I'll put Tiger Soul online.

Let's see if we can add some money and exchange it for a third-grade halberd.

【Tiger Soul】, despite being a second-grade True Martial Artifact, is still a bit too weak to use.

It would be quite good as a ranged throwing weapon like a javelin.
Return to the Platform Garden.

After a day of intense battles and martial arts practice, Meng Chuan returned to his room, took out a bathtub from his waist token, and thoroughly relaxed.

Shedding all weariness, I let my mind carry away the smell of the herbal bath as I stepped out of the room.

Upon entering the side room, I saw that Master Bai had cooked porridge, so I unceremoniously ate a bowl.

Meng Chuanshun slurped a mouthful from the rim of his bowl and began to recount the dust he had accumulated earlier that day.

Bai Bao nodded and smiled:

"When I went to Sanmen Hall to pick up my package this afternoon, I overheard the monks discussing how you won the snake scale fruit prize."

Being belligerent is not a bad thing, but one must have a just cause. One must be mindful of this in the future, lest Mara come knocking again.

(End of this chapter)