With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 547 Heaven-Reaching Power! My Home is Gone! A Grandmaster's Request! (6k)

Liao Qing practiced this Shaolin true skill, the Horizontal Training.

Specializing in lower body stability and grounding.

When paired with the Arhat Pile, they complement each other perfectly.

Instead of sprinting and unleashing his full power, he simply stood still and clasped his hands together, trying to let Qing move aside.

Liao Hai, who bears a striking resemblance to Tang Sanzang, believes he is far from being able to achieve that.

aside.

The two fat monks, Liaoyuan and Liaochen, who were stronger, also focused their attention slightly, waiting for the two to make their move.

Liao Qing's strength is in no way inferior to theirs.

They each have their own focus in their studies, so it's hard to say who wins or loses.

Liao Chen spat out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth and smiled slightly:
"I think that Benefactor Meng is more likely to win."

Liaoyuan sat down in a creaking chair, as if it couldn't bear the weight.

He glanced at it, his eyes mocking:

"Is it because you've suffered that you choose to believe?"

He spoke up, and then touched on Chen's painful spot again.

Liao Chen paused, and silently said:
"Don't force the Buddha to slap you."

"Stop joking around, these two are about to make their move."

Liao Hai interrupted the conversation between the two senior brothers.

After saying that, he put down his crossed legs and stared intently at Meng Chuan.

As fellow practitioners of the Five Elements school of Xingyi Quan, he genuinely wanted to know how this Benefactor Meng had practiced.
Mastering the essence of martial arts at the second limit? I've never heard of that before!
Inside the courtyard at this moment, you could hear a pin drop.

There's not much to say. I need to finish the competition as soon as possible so I can go to my evening meditation session.

Meng Chuan cupped his hands in greeting:

"Come?"

Liao Chen's legs trembled, raising a cloud of dust, and he clasped his hands together:

“Benefactor Meng, please.”

After saying that, Liao Qing took a deep breath.

The skin and flesh on both sides of the face swelled up, as if a toad were breathing.

Gudong!

The sound was frighteningly loud.

It was swallowed in one gulp, like a billiard ball being swallowed into the stomach.

A spherical burst of energy squeezed out of his throat, creating a large bulge that slid high down.

It travels to the legs, scattering wisps of golden silk, taking root on the ground.

"Oh?"

Meng Chuan stared at the tall, thin monk practicing his stance, nodding to himself, noticing something extraordinary about him.

These visible gold threads seemed to alter the magnetic field beneath the other person's feet.

Using this as a medium, it's like people and the land becoming one, solid and firmly established.

Since that's the case, I guess I'll have to do something too.
You can't be stronger than your opponent but have an unstable footing, can you?

It's not something you can easily give away 60 special battle merits that you got for free.

Meng Chuan's thoughts shifted, and he no longer restrained the power beneath his feet.

Allow the weight of six or seven tons to be transmitted from the whole body to the legs, from point to surface, layer by layer downwards.

A cracking sound came from the ground, and fine cracks spread from beneath our feet, like the prelude to an earthquake and collapse.

Boom!

Dust and smoke scattered everywhere!

Blowing away the dust and mist in front of him, Liao Chen's eyes widened in shock. He stood up abruptly, his chair wobbling as he fell to the ground.

He stared intently at Meng Chuan, his face turning green.
That brat, he fucking cracked his own yard!
Meng Chuan hardened his heart; he couldn't care less about anything else!
Giving the fat monk a new home is far less valuable than his special battle achievements!

continue!

As he gathered his strength and sank down, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked.

Countless cracks extended outwards from where Meng Chuan had stepped, and the air was filled with a piercing sound like tearing silk.

Time seems to stand still.

Everyone numbly looked down at Meng Chuan, whose body was half-buried in the ground.
His upper body was visible, but from the waist down, he was completely buried in the ground.

Truly taking root on the spot.
"No, Amitabha Buddha—how heavy are you, kid?"

Liao Chen was getting really anxious, and he even forgot to address him as "benefactor".

If it's your own yard, who will care if you don't?

Meng Chuan turned his back to the fat monk and remained silent.

There's no time to explain.

Qing was right in front of him, and he had already made his move.

He had no time to consider Chen's feelings.

The opponent was no weakling; he was not only a master of the Three Limits, but also one of the Twelve Vajras of Shaolin, and even ranked above Liao Chen.

He looks thin and doesn't appear to be a strength-type athlete.

But the moment he swung his arm, all the speculations were disproven!

Liao Qing unleashed his full power without reservation, the sheer force of which was astonishing.

A divine tortoise appeared behind him, lying on his back, as heavy as Mount Tai.

The monk's robe billowed and torn at the waist, revealing a broad and tight waistline.

His waistline flows like water, without a trace of excess fat, and bursts out with every turn of his body, revealing well-defined and strong muscles.

The turtle's shell forms the base, from which the whole body stands.

The tiger's waist generates power, as fierce as a tiger.

He's definitely going to be the captain!
In an instant, the tall, thin monk Liaoqing burst forth with golden light, and the veins on his outstretched arms bulged like leaping tigers, tightly coiled together.

His entire arm swelled up a lot, and the force that could destroy mountains and topple rivers surged out like the Qiantang River tide!
A hurricane roared through the air, and the force of the palm strike caused all the trees in the courtyard to bend towards Meng Chuan.

As his palm struck down, it seemed as if a spirit tortoise riding a tiger roared towards him, the tiger leaping into the stream, and a visible sense of rupture appeared in the air.

The three monks who were eating melons also had solemn expressions.

When this palm strike comes down, let alone standing still to take it head-on, one cannot even take a single step back.

We have to hide!
In the nick of time, a blue-purple light appeared in Liao Chen's peripheral vision.

Meng Chuan slightly hunched his back, lowered his body, and lowered his center of gravity.

The twisting motion caused the hips to move underground.
The next instant, his right hand shot out like a gun barrel, his arm not circling to gather power, but going straight out and pushing out a palm!
Om-!
As the palm wind appeared, true energy raged along the edge of the palm like a tornado, and a deafening shriek filled the air. The world seemed to stand still, moving little by little with the palm wind that Meng Chuan unleashed.

Not only that, his right arm was partially liberated and grew abnormally.

It grew in an instant, becoming an exaggerated size that could be encircled by two people.

Enveloped in a black membrane, reflecting a dark hue, the muscles were bulging together, and the veins were bulging.

It's like wrapping steel cables around a dark, load-bearing pillar; it's absolutely grotesque!
Everyone could see that Liao Qing's arm at this moment was not as strong as Meng Chuan's.
A mere novice compared to a great wizard!
Whether Meng Chuan possessed extraordinary wisdom is a matter of much debate.

But the power to reach the heavens is also a foregone conclusion!

Liao Yuan understood perfectly; no wonder Liao Chen was willing to hand over the captaincy to this kid.

Based on this skill alone, he is undoubtedly qualified to be the team leader.

The power hidden within that palm strike was like lightning striking a floodgate, followed by a tremendous force that swept across thousands of miles like a tidal wave.

The three monks' faces twitched slightly, seemingly tilting uncontrollably towards Qing.

The trees, too, turned their spears around and suddenly fell in the opposite direction.

An uncontrollable tearing sound came from the base, and it was almost lifted off the ground by Meng Chuan's palm strike.

Energizing the Demon-Subduing Thunderous True Qi, using the palm instead of the shoulder—[Sinking Boat Lean]!
The ultimate level of the Shaking River Eight Extremes technique, a true killing move!
The moment their palms met, Liao Qing's pupils involuntarily met Meng Chuan's gaze.

All I could see were a pair of dazzling golden eyes, majestic and boundless, which drilled into my mind through my eyelids.

"We lost."

The moment they made contact, Liao Qing's gaze shifted upwards.

All that could be seen was the afterglow of the setting sun, and a deafening roar could be heard in one's ears.

The tortoise frantically braced its back, but to no avail.

The muddy furrows were plowed backwards along his heels, as if to carve out two acres of land for planting vegetables from the dusty yard.
The red tiger was furious, with half of its body protruding from its waist, its hooked claws flashing with cold light, but it could only tear Meng Chuan's clothes, leaving diagonal cracks.

Meng Chuan did not move his feet, and his body was completely unharmed.

Liao Qing couldn't maintain his balance and kept retreating until his back slammed against a high wall pillar, finally allowing him to catch his breath.

"Huhu."

Liao Qing was breathing heavily, his right palm was covered in blood, and it was slowly healing.

Looking down and staring for a moment, my heart sank.

The other side remained firmly planted in the ground, unmoved.

Sit down!

Liao Qing lowered his eyes and sat down under the tree, breathing heavily.

He looked up at Meng Chuan again and chuckled twice.

"What you say is true. That fat monk Liaochen is no match for you, nor is this humble monk. A body of limited capacity, yet truly worthy of respect and awe."

Liao Chen, who was standing to the side, heard someone mention his name again, but he didn't react at all.

He just looked bewildered, staring blankly at the wall and courtyard, as if he already knew what would happen next.
as predicted!

As Meng Chuan finished his stance, he stood firmly in the ground, and a loud boom resounded in all directions.

The surrounding walls seemed to realize what was happening only after a long delay, and then they collapsed with a deafening roar.

The blast wave made the monks' robes flutter, and the smoke and dust lingered.

"My yard!"

Liao Chen, with a mournful face, slumped into a chair, looking utterly helpless.

After a brief exchange, Meng Chuan was unharmed, and Liao Qing's hand recovered immediately.

From this perspective, it seems that only oneself is injured.
Liao Qing wasn't the captain, so there's no point in talking about losing him.

But I truly, truly, have lost my home.
Gan!
pit.

With a thought, Meng Chuan moved the earth element of his spleen and set all the dust aside.

After the smoke cleared, he saw that all the monks were staring at him, especially Liao Chen, whose fat face had a mournful expression.
Meng Chuan gave an awkward smile and jumped out of the pit.

Looking at what had happened between him and Liao Qing, he felt quite embarrassed.

His current strength far surpasses what it used to be.

With the support of overwhelming power, it becomes an enhanced excavator when it starts to fight, and its destructive power is terrifying.

"I'm sorry, Master Liaochen. Just name your price, and I'll pay."

The main reason was that his aura was too violent, and with this palm strike, it broke through the surrounding walls.

There's not much to say, just pay up and that's it.
It was at most a few million, but as his short video teaching business grew bigger and bigger, he's now very rich.

Amounts under 100 million are just a drop in the ocean.
Liao Qing stood up and spoke first:

"It was this humble monk who requested the competition. You can leave all the expenses for repairing the fat monk's courtyard to this humble monk. Benefactor Meng need not worry about it."

Upon hearing this, Liao Chen didn't care, as long as someone could compensate him.
Meng Chuan glanced at the tall, thin monk and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to Master Qing. I won't interfere anymore."

The monk was quite generous; the amount was already small, so Meng Chuan readily agreed.

It can only be said that the top talents selected by the country and included in the talent pool are all excellent in every aspect.

Seeing that the person responsible had been found, Liao Chen forced a smile onto his chubby face and invited everyone to eat.

"Alright, we've fought enough. Let's go inside and try Buddha's cooking. What the hell are you talking about!"

The brick and tile houses behind were also destroyed by the palm strike and razed to the ground.
Seeing this, Meng Chuan quickly raised his hand, feeling embarrassed:

"Masters, let's go happily, it's on me!"

He glanced again at his own kitchen and the collapsed bedroom.

Liao Chen was breathing heavily, his expression one of gritted teeth:

"Amitabha, I'm going to eat you out of house and home today." It was already nine o'clock at night when they returned to the Platform Garden in joy.

Meng Chuan looked up; the leaden clouds appeared gray against the dark night sky.

A faint rumble of thunder could be heard hiding behind the clouds.

My heart is like a kitten, scratching the air and bringing with it a lot of moisture.

Tonight is going to be a night of torrential rain.

Meng Chuan rubbed his stomach, having just eaten a bit too much.

First, digest your food, then practice martial arts.

The stomach acid churned, and the vegetarian meal was quickly digested, turning into a small amount of energy to nourish the body.

Although the energy wasn't as pure as that of heaven and earth, he had just treated the four monks to a hearty meal at his own expense, so he couldn't fall behind.
Seeing that the weather was not cooperating, Meng Chuan retreated indoors to practice his martial arts.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, a thought suddenly occurred to me:
"A week has passed, I almost forgot about Vanro."

However, the other party didn't make any move.

give up?
Once he came to his senses, he couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore.

Let's begin practicing!
The day to descend into the demon's lair to find the temple was set for early November.

In just about ten days, the time will come.

Even if everything is foolproof, having extra blood and energy provides extra protection.

Time passes slowly.

Heavy rain fell on Shaoshi Mountain.

At the foot of Yuetai Mountain, some people are climbing the mountain.

Stepping into the mud, yet no footprints could be seen.

Domo tightened the hood covering his head, glanced at the faint light on the mountaintop, and continued walking slowly.

As a martial arts master, he can naturally transform his body's magnetic field and use his inner energy to lift his body up in a few moments, making it even more convenient.

But his climbing the mountain on foot was also a way of thinking and stalling for time.

What should I say when I see that kid?
The task was to complete Prince Brahma's mission and get Meng Chuan to lend out the core item of the Great Brahma.

At the same time, it must be hidden, for he is the one who truly possesses "Brahma's protection".

Otherwise, if Vanro finds out he's not the "key," he'll be fired.

Without the resources and support of the Loulan royal family, the path to becoming a supreme ruler naturally becomes increasingly distant.
What is the current situation?
He himself is an outsider in the matter of "seeking the destroyed Dharma realm of the Saha sect".

If Meng Chuan and Fan Luo confront each other, he will have to send it!
Fortunately, the black membrane on its body was not yet visible to Fanluo.

But it's only a matter of time.
Wiping the water droplets from her cheeks, Domo's mind raced, racing with thoughts.

Having created numerous powerful techniques and reached this point, Tama is certainly not a fool.

He knew in his heart that this child's talent and genius, which only he could discern, was the "Great Brahma."

Some things can be kept secret for a while, but not forever.
With this thought in mind, Tama's expression gradually shifted from exhaustion to renewed determination.

He quickened his pace, accelerated his ascent, and muttered to himself:
"I have done my best in everything I should have done. Deceiving both sides will surely lead to a bad end."

His Highness Brahma said that if this boy firmly refuses, he can reveal matters concerning the Dharma realm of the Saha sect.

I can use this to try and drag this kid down with me, and then give it a shot.”

That layer of black, membrane-like energy, the protection of Brahma, was something only he could perceive.

If Meng Chuanruo is willing to conceal his "identity" and remain silent, he himself can serve as a "key" to continue receiving a salary from Fan Luo.

With this thought in mind, Tama secretly made up his mind.

He Mengchuan.
showdown!

Night rain falls on the lamp, we gather around the stove to brew tea.

Meng Chuan sat on a reclining chair, listening to Duo Mo explain his purpose, while controlling the temperature of the flame in his palm to boil the teacup.

After the other party finished speaking, the tea was ready.

Meng passed the cup to the guest, offering it as a toast.

Master Tamo was the creator of the fundamental hard skills he practiced, which laid a solid foundation for his later mastery of the "Brahma Suppressing Hell" technique.

There is some cause and effect relationship, and I am somewhat indebted to them.

"Master Tama, please."

Meng Chuan pushed his cup away, his mind churning as he analyzed what the other party had said.

"Thank you, Benefactor Meng."

Doma took a sip of tea and a deep breath, finally calming the turmoil in his heart.

Meng Chuan sat up straight in the recliner, his voice neither hurried nor slow:
"Didn't Senior Domo think about the consequences? If the matter is exposed by Fanluo, I will be fine with the backing of the United University, Wudang, Shaolin, and Yan Hua."

At worst, we'll become enemies, and I'll just stop going to the Western Regions in the future. But what will happen if you serve by the side of the Brahma?"

Master Tama recounted the origins and circumstances of their arrival in China.

He was told to conceal his identity as a "Brahma protector" and to keep the robe and Buddhist scriptures safe on his behalf.

Meng Chuan didn't think about anything else; he was taking it slow.

At this moment, I just felt that Tama was indeed very brave.
Serving the twins, playing a game of espionage.
Tama looked puzzled when he heard his question.
"Wait, I already know about the previous part. What's the deal with Yan Hua?"

It is also a top Buddhist sect in the Central Plains region, so this kid has a connection to it?

Wow. His connections are so extensive?
Meng Chuan was speechless:

"Senior, you should consider your own situation first."

There's no need to tell the Zheng siblings about their affairs.

Tama paused, his words earnest:
"It is necessary for Benefactor Meng to help this old monk buy some time. This old monk has no other request but to become a Venerable One."

There's an old saying in China: "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!" Even if I'm killed by the Great Sage of Loulan, so what? I only seek the opportunity to become a supreme being!

"hiss"

Meng Chuan straightened his back, wondering if he owed him something.

He spoke of it so seriously, yet he was still killed by the Great Sage of Loulan.
Why bring yourself into this kind of thing?
Seeing Meng Chuan's respectful demeanor, Duo Mo took a sip of tea, concealing the joy between his brows.

Tama secretly gloated; this kid is still too young.

I have a backup plan myself, but of course I can't tell him.
Ultimately, Meng Chuan was still unwilling to get involved in this matter.

It brought little benefit, but instead caused a lot of trouble.

He said earnestly:

“Fanluo is not a fool. Once he finds out the origin of the [Brahma Suppressing Prison] technique I practice, the whole truth will be revealed.”

This method involves demonic influence on immortals and Buddhas, and is therefore quite secretive.

But for the descendants of the Great Sage, it's simply a matter of digging a little deeper.

Doma nodded slightly, his long eyebrows furrowed as he pondered.

Once I calmed down, I remembered the most important thing.

Meng Chuan remained silent, but lent the robe to the Dharma realm.

But when the Dharma Realm is about to open, the real key is not oneself. What should one do then?

By then, Brahma will naturally find out; it can't be kept secret any longer.

"Besides the core items of the Brahma faith, it seems this kid also needs to be present."
If that's the case, then I'll be an outsider.

Brahma knew that without the support of abundant resources, the opportunity to become a supreme being would also slip away from him.

At this moment, Tama was surprisingly clear-headed and slowly began to analyze the situation.

The most crucial issue now is how to let Fan Luo know.

He was not the key to unlocking the Dharma realm, yet he was still able to stay by his side and receive a salary.

Only by being a useful person can one remain by Vanro's side.
This kid possesses the core artifact and is also protected by Brahma.

If Brahma cannot persuade him, they will go to the Western Regions together to open the Dharma Realm.

But if I can do it, isn't that useful to Fan Luo?

Upon realizing this, Tama suddenly felt enlightened, as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining through.

Meng Chuan felt a slight chill when he saw his gaze suddenly become intense.
"Will Benefactor Meng go to the Saha world?"

"Don't go."

Meng Chuan refused outright.

Once the Dawn Martial Arts Competition ends, the resources will be sufficient for me to cultivate to the Grandmaster level.

Before this, there were no obstacles or barriers, so why bother going to the Western Regions?
Tama guessed he would refuse, his expression unchanged, and slowly said:

"The key to a master breaking through the five realms lies in touching the opportunity for interaction between heaven and man."

To perceive this process in advance through certain media is called synesthesia.

The most respected person in the world has a stone, while those who advance after achieving [synesthesia] occupy eight dou.

Within the Dharma realm of the Saha school, there is a Dharma altar, where later disciples can experience the communion between heaven and humanity, a rare and precious opportunity for spiritual connection.

Such an opportunity, aren't you tempted?

This child's three flowers blooming at the top of his head are practically a done deal.

It's hard to believe that he wouldn't be tempted by the opportunity to attain enlightenment later.

"Altar?"

Meng Chuan was curious: What is this thing?
Hooked!
A barely perceptible hint of joy appeared on Tama's face:

"The altar object is called the 'Painted Heart Altar' in China. This object was made by combining Buddhist painting techniques with relics of the living Buddha, and the technique has been lost for a long time."

According to records in the Guanbasu Teachings, the shape of the altar closely resembles a nine-tiered lotus seat.

Seated cross-legged upon it, using the altar's wondrous form as a guide, one's mind connects with the relics of the Buddha within, achieving a resonance of energy and a unity of heaven and man.

"Don't go."

Putting everything else aside, it was all just the other party talking to themselves, and Meng Chuan was skeptical.

Even for those who have advanced to the Venerable Realm, it is necessary to have prior spiritual connection. He does not believe that there is no similar opportunity in the Central Plains.

We're still a long way from that point, what's the rush?

".What?"

Doma's smile froze. He paused, then continued:

"Among the three supreme divine realms within the Saha sect, there is also the [Crossing Calamity Glazed Lamp].

Practicing meditation under the lamp every day can help the foundation of the spirit, transforming it from stagnation to clarity.

It is also a key sacred object in legends for achieving the perfect divine status and the foundation of lapis lazuli.

"Master Meng is lacking in spiritual matters; could this item be considered a suitable match for your expertise?"

"Is this from the [Bhadrakalpa Chronicle] again?"

".Exactly."

"I've given this to you, but Fanluo doesn't want it?"

"."

Why is this kid so talkative!
Domo is a little feverish.

If this were in the Western Regions, which second-level martial arts master would dare to talk back to him like that?

He glanced at the lights on in the side room out of the corner of his eye, and his mood calmed down a bit.

You have to swallow your anger even if you're not happy.
Meng Chuan noticed this scene and chuckled inwardly.

To put it bluntly, the so-called Three Supreme God Realms of the Saha Sect are nothing more than the True Martial Realm of Wudang.

Secret manuals, scriptures, and sect heirlooms are hidden within.

Now that the sect has been sent away, the Dharma realm is lost.

Vanro wants to take over, that's all.
Looking at Tama again, even though he was getting agitated by his own actions, he had to hold back.

Once you're on this platform, with Master Bai Bao in charge, even dragons and snakes have to behave themselves.
Tama was annoyed, and his dark face turned slightly red.

But he remained restrained in his words, still treating everyone with politeness:
"Whether I go or not is another matter. Benefactor Meng, I am willing to offer this as hush money in the hope that you will keep quiet about the matter of Brahma's protection. I thank you in gratitude."

This attitude doesn't sound like something a grandmaster would say, nor does it sound like someone speaking to a junior martial artist.

So respectful, so humble!
But Doma understands one thing.

If you need something from someone, you have to act like a servant.

It's the same everywhere, whether in the Central Plains or the Western Regions.

After saying that, he took out a Sand Sea Illusion Crystal and placed it flat on the table.

(End of this chapter)