With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 546 The Battle of Strength in the Small Gathering of the Academy!

Fan Luo nodded, the frown on his brow finally easing a little.

Upon arriving in the Central Plains, he did not take a break and practiced martial arts every day without fail.

Maintain a sleep schedule of one nap every three days and dedicate yourself fully to spiritual practice.

Only in this way can one live up to one's good birth and good talent.

Step out of the quiet room and stand in the courtyard.

Looking up at the sky, one can vaguely see dark clouds gathering.

His outstretched hands moved like a snake, as if boneless and smooth.

A moment later, a hissing sound echoed through the bushes, covering an area of ​​several dozen feet.

In summarizing what he said that night, Vanro also discovered the flaws in his own words.

Finally, provoked by this boy's use of the Great Sage, he ultimately became attached to appearances.

Thinking of this, Brahma couldn't help but sigh deeply:
"This boy is bold yet meticulous; he's not someone to be trifled with. Even if we were to descend to the Dharma Realm with him, we still need to be careful."

At 5 PM, in front of the residence of [Dragon Monk Liaochen].

Meng Chuan arrived as promised.

I knocked on the door, and a little novice monk, who was less than 1.7 meters tall, poked his head out.

A pair of large, bright eyes, hands clasped together:
"Greetings, benefactor. Please state your name so that I may go in and inform you."

“Meng Chuan, Master Liao Chen invited me here.”

“Amitabha Buddha—so it’s Senior Meng. Brother Liaochen has already instructed me to come in.”

The young novice monk smiled, opened the gate, and gestured with one hand to lead the way.

Meng Chuan followed him deeper into the courtyard, his thoughts unreadable:
"This fat monk can even order around a novice monk as a doorman; this is truly a bad habit in Buddhism."

Even a martial arts master like Uncle Zhao Shousui in Wudang.

They could only ask the young Taoist acolytes to do odd jobs like singing Taoist songs and serving tea.

He had to handle all the daily affairs himself, or send his personal disciple Wang Ye to do so.
As for gatekeepers and servants, don't even think about it; even Sect Leader Chen Tuan didn't provide them.

Shaolin is a major Buddhist sect in China, and this gives us a glimpse into its power.

Buddhism places great importance on the concept of hierarchy.

In no time.

Meng Chuan followed the young novice into the backyard and immediately saw several bald men gathered together, chatting and laughing.

Liao Chen's figure stood out among them; the fattest one was...
Touching his bald head, the young novice monk who was leading the way bowed and thanked him before quickly approaching.

As he approached, a monk saw him from afar.

"Benefactor Meng?"

"It is indeed Meng."

A monk with an unfamiliar face smiled and said:

"Amitabha Buddha—it is a great regret that this humble monk missed the day when Benefactor Meng beat up that fat monk! Alas!"

Meng Chuan chuckled; the monk's words were quite amusing.

However, he was also a fat monk.

If he eats a few more vegetarian meals, he'll almost be as fat as the big monk.
Hearing himself being teased, Liao Chen immediately grinned:
"Having just emerged from seclusion, I feel my divine skills have greatly improved. I'd like to test how hard Buddha's dragon claw is."

"Senior Brother Liaochen, it's time to teach Xiaoyuanzi a lesson."

This humble monk is willing to offer a wager, betting that Brother Chen's opponent will win.

This monk had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked very much like Tang Sanzang.

Unexpectedly, his words flowed like lotus blossoms.

As the three were joking around, the fat monk introduced them to each other.

The last renowned monk to speak was named Hai, and his title was "Crossing the Sea Zen Master".

Like him, he is also a specialist in the Five Elements Fist.

Meng Chuan cupped his hands in greeting with a smile:
"I've met Master Hai. Let's spar another day."

Upon hearing this, the handsome monk Liaohai shook his head repeatedly in refusal:
"Having witnessed Master Meng's extraordinary prowess that day, this humble monk admits that I am far inferior. Let us not mention the matter of further sparring again."

Liao Chen put his plump arm around his shoulder and introduced each of the monks present except for himself:
"Liao Hai is handsome but talkative. He just broke through to level three three months ago. His strength is relatively weak. He is the biggest slacker in this national mission."

Liaoyuan, a fat monk almost as big as me, has been at the third level for nearly three years, but his Qi and blood value is not as good as this humble monk's. Benefactor Meng, you don't need to pay attention to him.

After this national mission is completed, Buddha will suggest to the government that his talent status be revoked.

"??"

Liao Yuan was furious and so angry that he was about to pull out a stick to strike, which truly touched a nerve.
Meng Chuan smiled awkwardly. These monks were all among the most talented in Shaolin Temple.

His personality differs from that of ordinary monks; he's a bit unconventional, which is to be expected.
A monk sits cross-legged on the clean, dust-free floor tiles, untouched by autumn leaves.

It had long eyebrows and large ears, and its figure was unusually tall.

Even sitting cross-legged, he was taller than the young novice monk who was waiting to guide him.

She sat with her eyes closed, completely unresponsive to his arrival.

Just as he was pondering this, he saw Chen nudge him with his elbow, indicating that he was saying:
"The one meditating on the ground is Senior Brother Liaoqing, who is also one of the main forces in this mission. He is very strong and his strength is comparable to mine."

Meng Chuan swirled the tea in his cup and finished it, glanced at the monk on the ground, and said nothing.

The other party ignored his arrival, so there was no need for him to try to win them over.

Liao Qing, who was sitting cross-legged, heard what Liao Chen said.

Slowly opening his eyes, his tone was cold:
"This is Shaolin, yet the mission leader is an outsider. I find this inappropriate."

"I'm the captain?"

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly, a pleasant surprise indeed.
The fat monk didn't discuss this matter with him on the phone; he only talked about the demon's lair outside Fengdeng City.

He agreed.

The closer you are, the more rewards you get.

The concentration of demonic energy is at level two, and the monks are also at level three, so safety is guaranteed. There's no reason not to go.

With 300 special battle merits, the captain's 20% incentive is 60 points.

Sixty points is quite a lot. The second-grade Tiger Saliva Dates I bought before only gave me a mere hundred special battle merits.

The captain's 20% incentive is equivalent to more than half a date, so it should not be underestimated.

I had thought that among all the three-limited individuals, I would be the only one with a two-limited status.

He never thought about the captain's matter.

Now, listening to what this pretentious monk is saying, it seems he has already decided on me.

Meng Chuan was overjoyed.

This is the benefit of demonstrating one's strength.

Huiyuan was beaten so badly he fled in terror, and he defeated the fat monk Liaochen in a head-on confrontation.

These deeds have established in the hearts of the monks an image of astonishing strength, whose level cannot be judged by spiritual attainment.

but.
This long-armed, long-legged monk seemed a little resentful about being the team leader.
After Qing spoke, the atmosphere in the courtyard became strange.

The three monks, Liaochen, Liaohai, and Liaoyuan, were all people who loved to watch the excitement and make things worse.

Seeing Meng Chuan's somewhat surprised expression, Liao Chen, after all, was the reinforcement he had invited, first explained:

“Benefactor Meng, we originally had enough people, and our captain, Senior Brother Liao Huo, was also absent.”

He recently had a sudden enlightenment and wishes to break through to the fourth level of mastery, which is why he is missing one person, and that's why I found you, Buddha.

Meng Chuan nodded, understanding.

It seems that Liao Chen was the one who spoke first and decided for himself the position of captain.

My initial thought was correct; this fat monk is a true friend and definitely worth befriending.

Meanwhile, noticing the tense atmosphere between the two, neither of them spoke.

Liao Hai, who bore a striking resemblance to Tang Sanzang, broke the silence first:

"Benefactor Meng, please show us your skills!"

Liao Hai smiled and emphasized softly:
"How about another match? Senior Brother Liaoqing also wants to be the captain. This humble monk will not participate; I only want to place some bets to earn some resources."

Of course, betting on Meng Chuan to win is the way to go; no further explanation needed.

This child can also enlarge his body and increase his strength.

Even if Senior Brother Liaoqing were to unleash his full power, he would at most be slightly stronger than that fat monk Liaochen, and most likely no match for this freak.

However, he also understood Senior Brother Qing's thoughts.

Not surprising.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a mere second-tier cultivator could be so powerful.
As for Liaoyuan, why didn't Meng Chuan "show his might" that day, yet he still had no interest in the captain's position?

Because he couldn't beat Chen, let alone Qing.

No matter how the captaincy is passed around, it will never fall to him.
Who wouldn't want an extra 60 special battle merits?

Special military achievements are the most important resource of the Great Chu, without exception.

From top-tier Heavenly King weapons and martial arts elixirs to all the resources needed for cultivation.

As long as you have enough special battle merits, you can choose any of them.

Shaolin disciples aren't immune to worldly desires.

Cultivating and protecting the Dao also requires the help of martial arts resources, so no one should say anything about being superior to another.

Everyone is the same!
After hearing what Qing said, and then hearing the commotion from several others, they realized that Qing was not the only one who had heard this.

Meng Chuan only glanced at it briefly and was not swayed by the crowd to get angry.

His emotions were no longer something that could be stirred up by these words.

Meng Chuan casually picked up some fruit from the table, took a couple of bites, and asked in a low voice:

"Master Liaoqing, according to what you said, do you want to have a spar with me?"
Should we prepare some prizes in advance? Snake scale fruit will suffice.

He has broken through the limits of both the Heaven-Supporting Skill and the Brahma Prison Suppression Skill, and his strength is much greater than before.

Dealing with this long-armed and long-legged monk is really not a problem.

Upon hearing this, the fat monk standing nearby looked pained as Meng Chuan brought up the matter again.
Snake scale fruit is worth over a hundred special battle merits—that's all money!
Upon hearing this, Liao Qing slowly stood up.

He was as tall as Meng Chuan, whose physique was no longer suppressed, approaching three meters.

The two looked at each other for a long time before the tall, thin monk spoke first:
"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. This humble monk is not trying to provoke you, but I also want to see what real skills the famous Benefactor Meng has."

In the face of a clash of wills, Liao Qing realized that his opponent was in no way inferior to him, so he became cautious and dared not be careless.

He understood the principle that a great reputation is never undeserved.

But he couldn't bear to give up the captain's extra reward; he was stronger than Chen and wanted to give it a try.

Meng Chuan originally thought he was just coming to have a meal to finalize the mission, but he didn't expect to have to take action.

However, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Liao Qing chanted a Buddhist prayer, then twisted his toes inward and stood with his legs spread apart.

Lightly said:
“Benefactor Meng, there’s no need for us to offer any prizes. This humble monk has been practicing asceticism and has no valuable treasures, unlike that fat fellow Liao Chen who eats with his mouth dripping with oil.”

"Hey"

Liao Chen grinned, clearly unconvinced.
"Then, according to Master Qing, how should we compete?"

Meng Chuan's tone was calm, revealing that Qing was an honest monk, albeit a rather straightforward one.
"How about we exchange a palm strike? Whoever moves first loses. What do you think, Meng Shiyi?"

Meng Chuan pondered for a moment:
"can."

Strength is his forte.

Besides, I've gained quite a bit of weight recently.

It takes a lot of effort to get him to move.
The two stood facing each other, with a person's width between them.

The three monks huddled together, cracking melon seeds, eating autumn fruits, and watching the play.

The fat monk Liao Chen had already guessed Qing's plan:

"Tsk tsk, I knew it! That wicked monk Liaoqing seems honest on the surface, but he's actually quite cunning."

Liao Qingxiu possessed a unique skill, the Hard Skill, which was listed among the Seventy-Two Unique Skills.

【The Immovable Golden Bell Skill】

(End of this chapter)