With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 550 Who led the team to Linfeng and forged the sacred embryo? (6k)

Just as Meng Chuan was immersed in his cultivation.

At the same time, the young monk's enlightenment did not last long.

He had already left the meditation room and was playing chess with his master in the lobby on the first floor.

The master's daily duty was to guard the meditation room, which was quite lonely.

Even if he didn't come to the training room to practice his boxing, he would often play chess with his master to relieve his boredom.

"Master, do you know that Meng Chuan, Master Liao Chen, and the others are going to the Demon's Nest to carry out some secret mission?"

Jueming picked up a chess piece, looking curious.

These people have been acting a bit strange lately.

They were inseparable all day long, and she acted all mysterious, as if she was hiding something from him.
The old monk smiled slightly and offered some advice:
"This is an exclusive mission that only those with national talent status are qualified to undertake. Many details are kept confidential, which is why they won't tell you."

Without this identity, one can only break through to the Grandmaster level.

Otherwise, even I, as his teacher, cannot reveal the secret.

"National talent?"

Jue Ming knew this word.

Shaolin Temple offers about ten spots for applicants each year, but very few are accepted.

He has not been nominated yet, nor does he know the specific assessment criteria.

I asked Brother Meng, but he remained tight-lipped.

He simply said, "When the opportunity arises, it will come."

The old monk rubbed his head and quietly took back his move.
He opened his mouth and laughed:
"Focus on your cultivation. Once your strength improves further, I will help you secure a spot in the competition."

Jueming was so engrossed in these words that he completely failed to notice his master's subtle actions.
He said with great excitement:

"Is it dangerous?"

"It is so, just as: the three realms are without peace, like a burning house, filled with all kinds of suffering, which is very frightening."

"Understood"

Jueming nodded, suppressing some of his excitement.

Being a national talent is not an easy task.

What Master said is a proverb from the Lotus Sutra.

It symbolizes that the suffering in the world is like a house on fire, filled with all kinds of pain, and one must always be vigilant.

He was reminded of this Buddhist principle that nothing is absolutely safe and one should not think of anything that can be obtained easily.

He secretly encouraged himself.

You must practice martial arts diligently so that you can join the ranks of Master Meng Chuan and Master Liao Chen as soon as possible.

The old monk's face lit up with joy as he placed a piece on the board and gave his disciple instructions on the essentials of cultivation.

A moment later, just as he was about to open his mouth again.

Just then, a damp feeling swept over the stairwell, like misty water vapor, shimmering and sparkling.

The waves swung around, permeating the entire hall.

A thin layer of damp water droplets covered the surrounding ornaments and even the floor tiles underfoot.

Seeing this, the little monk squinted his eyes, filled with extreme envy.

Every time Brother Meng's skill level increases significantly, his aura upon emerging from seclusion is incredibly cool!
I should have known it earlier.
If I had known that Xingyi School was so extraordinary, I wouldn't have practiced this form-based method!

The little monk regretted it.
Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

Once the six major acupoints are condensed, the meridians have already taken shape.

Even if you "sever your own meridians," it will be too late to make corrections.

It was just a spur-of-the-moment idea; the Xingyi school emphasizes "reason," which isn't suitable for someone as dense as him.
The old monk flicked his sleeve to protect the chessboard.

He waved again, stopping the escaping invisible ripples, and the strange phenomenon subsided.

Meng Chuan strode in, his figure moving with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.

Like layers of surging inspiration, it swept through the entire hall, engulfing everything in its current.

Only after standing firmly beside the old monk and Jueming did the intense aura of water-based martial arts dissipate.

Seeing his master make another move, he put away his game, which was about to end in checkmate.

The young monk looked helpless.

The old monk chuckled, then focused his attention, utterly astonished by the lingering, scattered aura emanating from Meng Chuan:
"Benefactor Meng, your skills have improved so much again? Breakthroughs are as easy as eating and drinking, truly making this old monk envious."

Meng Chuan came to practice every day, and gradually became familiar with the other party.

He pulled up a chair next to him, sat down, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said with a smile:

"I feel guilty for disturbing your game, senior."

"No, no, I was already close to winning."

Jue Ming, who was pouring tea for the two of them:
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After taking a sip of boiling tea, Meng Chuan said thank you.

We chatted for a while, and I also discussed Buddhist principles with the old monk. I gained a lot from the conversation.

The old monk accepted all of Meng Chuan's suggestions without hesitation.

They discussed the Dharma of the three lifetimes: past, present, and future.

The old monk smiled slightly and explained:
"The commentary here is from the Avatamsaka Sutra. Although it is a theory of the Avatamsaka school, it is not difficult for this old monk."

It is like the sun in the sky, illuminating all places; so too is the Buddha's wisdom, understanding the Dharma of the three times.

Meng Chuan was filled with respect; he truly deserved to be called a high-ranking monk from Shaolin Temple.

He also speaks eloquently about other classic works; I admire him.

Seeing that the old monk was very knowledgeable, and since they happened to be talking about "the great sun," Meng Chuan asked him about the recent weather.

"Senior, the weather these days is like a furnace being overturned, scorching hot. Is this the Buddha's power manifesting?"

"Don't try to associate everything with Buddha."

The old monk then took a sip of tea and slowly said:

"I was also curious about the recent weather a few days ago."

Yesterday, I braved the sun and the wind, wanting to get a closer look at its changing patterns. Guess what happened?

Meng Chuan glanced at Jue Ming, who was standing to the side serving tea, and his voice traveled through the air like a thin thread:

"The human dimension has increased, causing changes in sunlight. Zhao Dasheng has silently broken through to the eighth level?"

"Don't try to link everything to dimensions; changes in dimensions happen gradually and subtly."

"If you want to observe the specific variables, you'd have to break out of the atmosphere and get face-to-face with the person waiting outside."

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Meng Chuan knew that the person the other party was referring to was the [Shanghao Demon God].

He dares to go? Are you kidding me?
The old monk sighed, his tone seemingly tinged with envy:
Whether Zhao Dasheng can break through to the eighth level is unknown, but someone is about to break through to the seventh level and become a saint.

Unable to get close enough to see, this old monk vaguely glimpsed that someone was using the true fire of the sun to refine their spiritual flesh, completing the final step on the path of human transformation.
"Forge the sacred embryo!"

Meng Chuan's expression hardened, but he did not ask any further questions.

The meaning of the "Holy Embryo" is self-evident.

According to the principle of near-sense, this is a crucial step towards sainthood.

They're miles away, asking would only be a hassle.
Just then, the old monk also said:
"The casting of the sacred embryo is the final fusion between the body and its appearance, and between the body and its surroundings."

As for the specifics, if you want to know, ask Master Baibao; this old monk does not know.

He is merely a martial arts grandmaster, and the communion between heaven and man is still a long way off; how could he possibly forge a sacred embryo?
The three chatted as they walked out of the hall and looked out at the scorching sun.

Reaching out to cover his brow, Meng Chuan spoke:
"According to what you're saying, senior, is this a peak Heavenly King using the sun to perform that breakthrough to the seventh level?"

"Indeed, I fear it won't be long before our human race gains another Great Sage."

The Martial Saint is the pinnacle of human power in the fight against the Heavenly Demon Realm.

Each additional player increases the odds of winning.

After considering the matter in his mind, Meng Chuan unconsciously revealed a hint of joy in his eyes.

I didn't dare to guess before, but I did have some expectations.

The idea that one person's breakthrough could affect the entire celestial phenomena of the human world is utterly absurd.

But he never expected that the Great Sage truly possessed such terrifying power!
After hearing what the old monk had just said, he understood.

Principal Sui is 70-80% likely to be the one who identified that person!

He is a master of the fire element and possesses the [Golden Crow Embracing the Elixir] trait.

His cultivation level was already close to the seventh limit, and he was just one step away from it.

Aside from the martial arts kings I don't know, barring any unforeseen circumstances, it's most likely that the principal is about to become a saint!
Great news!

Meng Chuan hurriedly bid farewell to the two. The sun was getting increasingly scorching, and there were hardly any people strolling along the way.

On the way back, I learned that this change in the celestial phenomena was most likely caused by Principal Sui.

Even the sunlight that can tan a person's skin has become exceptionally welcoming.

The Garden of the Moon Platform.

When Meng Chuan returned, he found that Master Bai Bao was still in seclusion.

He went to his room, tidied up his things, and took out his phone to check the school's official website for any news.

After browsing through it, I was somewhat disappointed.

"No news. Why didn't they get the principal a big cover like the countdown to the Holy Breakthrough?"

Dial the number and call the contact named "Lao Yang" in your address book.
He was personally instructed by Principal Sui, so he must know something.

However, after a short "beep" sound, no one answered.

Just as I was about to hang up, the call was suddenly connected.

Meng Chuan's expression brightened, and he sat up from the bed, getting straight to the point.

[Hello Principal Yang! Is Principal Sui about to celebrate his seventh birthday?]

Yang Huan, on the other end of the phone, transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the distance from "Great Sun".

The signal here is not very good; originally, it was located high in the sky, stationed far away.

If Meng Chuan could see them, he would see towering figures standing above the clouds.

Master Bai Bao was also there, sitting among several monks.

Sect Leader Chen Tuan and several other Taoist priests wearing hats watched from a distance.

There were also those dressed casually, yet their aura was equally powerful; they made up the largest number of people.

It was the major corporations and the kingpins of the Four-Party Alliance.

As the distance closed, less than a hundred feet from Principal Sui, only one figure was bathed in light.

An old man with a goatee.

He was dressed in a hemp robe and stood with his hands behind his back.

He appeared extremely relaxed and unaffected, a stark contrast to the performances of the superstars.

Sui Chunqiu's personal master, the Northern Sword Saint Yi Wuji.

When Sui Chunqiu broke through the seventh level, how could he not be there to protect him?
At the same time, all the martial arts kings of the Great Chu who could spare the time came!
Those who can achieve the status of a Six-Limit Heavenly King all possess some degree of innate talent for becoming a saint.

He naturally observed and learned while also protecting the Dharma.

As Yang Huan landed, far away from the crowd, he was able to clearly hear what Meng Chuan was saying.

Hearing him recount the events leading up to the sunrise viewing, he said with some delight:

"You're right, it's Principal Sui at [Transcending Mortality]."

This magnificent sunrise is an extraordinary celestial phenomenon caused by the complete transformation of the body.

Meng Chuan was equally delighted:

"Principal Sui has already succeeded?"

"It's almost here. The most crucial step is forging the sacred embryo. The results should be available in a month or so."

Meng Chuan also had some worries. The danger of breaking through the seventh level was enough to stop 90% of the Heavenly Kings.

He finally couldn't help but ask:

"Principal Yang, is it safe?"

Yang Huan's voice was confident:
"With Master's accumulated knowledge and experience, success will come naturally!"

The next morning, Meng Chuan heard a series of knocks coming from outside the door and sat up abruptly.

"Benefactor Meng, let's set off!"

Shaking his head, he fully recovered the energy and spirit depleted from practicing martial arts to break through limits, emerging from his sleep.

He got up and got out of bed. Today was the agreed-upon time to go down the mountain, but it seemed it wouldn't be this early.
I made sure to get a good night's sleep last night so I could be full of energy.

"Why so early?"

Meng Chuan opened the door and welcomed Hai in.

This kid has thick eyebrows and big eyes. Even if he didn't become a monk, he could still debut as a singer and dancer by wearing overalls and having a middle parting.
Liao Hai came in for a drink of water, and while Meng Chuan washed up, he recounted the whole story.

“Benefactor Meng, we could have simply gone down the mountain to the demon’s lair on our own.”

But suddenly, news came from the garrison of Fengdeng City that we needed to go down the mountain to the main camp before our mission, saying that intelligence had changed and we needed to discuss it in person.

Meng Chuan's expression hardened as he looked at the National Talent System on his phone, where a new message notification appeared.

Spitting out the toothpaste foam, Meng Chuan pondered for a moment and said:

"Okay, let me wash up and check my things, then we'll set off."

Everything was prepared in advance.

He reached out and wrapped the [Ferocious] weapon around his waist, and stored the fist blade, black bead hidden weapon, and other strange items in the waist token.

Once you've entered the demon's lair, just prepare your gear.

The senses materialized into a large hand, tapping the dragon demon's head within its body, signaling it to perk up.

The True Spirit that was seized after destroying the Title Venom has been digested by the Dragon Demon.

By removing one's own muscles and bones, one gains considerable benefits.

The dragon demon had become even darker, and the eye in the very center of its forehead showed signs of opening and closing.

The body shape hasn't changed, so it's probably not the right time yet; we need a quantitative change to trigger a qualitative change.

The dragon demon, curled up and fast asleep, was inspired by Meng Chuan.

It crawls out from the middle dantian, raises its neck high, and stands ready.

Since it has the ability to influence reality, it has long wanted to demonstrate its strength.

In order to curry favor with Meng Chuan and restrain Xiao Daoxin's usual behavior.
Meng Chuan patted his head.

"Don't rush, it's not the right time yet."

Today, the spiritual foundation is exceptionally solid.

This mission is precisely to see the true strength of the Dragon Demon.

Dressed neatly, Meng Chuan closed the door behind him.

Following Hai, they arrived at the Sanmen Hall, where the three monks, Liaochen, Liaoyuan, and Liaoqing, were already waiting.

Liao Chen took off his monk's robe and put on a set of golden plate armor.

The scales resemble dragon scales, or as fine as fish scales.

The sun was still scorching, and with each breath, sunlight reflected off the water, creating shimmering ripples.

Meng Chuan sized him up, never expecting that this fat monk actually had something to offer.

He was wearing a set of fourth-grade divine armor, which was also the most valuable full set of heavy armor among the armor categories!

Seeing his gaze drift over, Liao Chen stood up, saying helplessly:

"Stop looking. This heavy armor was borrowed from the Buddha. The Buddha doesn't have the money to buy divine armor."

No matter how the formation changes, he always puts himself at the forefront.

I must borrow this armor to protect myself properly.
Meng Chuan nodded to himself, thinking that with this body intact, the fat monk was probably safe.

Beside him stood Liaoqing, dressed in a dark red silk monk's robe that shimmered with mysterious light; it was also a third-grade armor.

As he stood up, supporting himself on the chair armrests, Meng Chuan noticed that his wrists were still wrapped in tungsten-colored arm guards, which shimmered with a pale red light in the sunlight.

He nodded to himself, noting the special merits awarded by the state every month, plus the rewards he earned from his daily missions.

These national geniuses, who have been listed for several years, should have no problem equipping themselves with a set of second or third-grade Zhenwu armor.

Finally, there is the wish fulfillment, which seems to have no storage treasures.

Hanging on his back was a long iron staff with dark patterns, and a steel longbow taller than a person.

A short dagger was wrapped around his waist, with dark green patterns that suggested it was poisoned.

Meng Chuan looked closely and realized that although Master Liaoyuan was heavy, he was not much less than Liaochen.

He's actually a ranged shooter.
Seeing his curious gaze, Liaoyuan smiled smugly:
"Amitabha Buddha, don't be fooled by my robust physique, my agility is still quite good."

He was also skilled in archery, which he used to pray for the deceased.

He also had a quiver wrapped around his waist, inside which were arrows that were entirely black, with fletching as sharp as steel plates and arrowheads that gleamed coldly.

After looking at his teammates, Meng Chuan was satisfied.

He truly deserves to be called a national talent; at this moment, the gap between him and other martial artists is vividly displayed.

The others also sized up Meng Chuan.

Seeing that he had a belt with spikes around his waist, I knew he had a storage treasure on him, so I didn't ask any further questions.

"Benefactor Meng, are you ready?"

"Ready? Now the mission begins. Call me Captain."

Captain Meng was quite strict during the mission.

"Let's go, Captain."

Seeing Meng Chuan's arrogant attitude, Liao Chen really wanted to punch him.

Unfortunately, we couldn't win.
The sun was blazing, and the intense light was more piercing than the wind.

Under Principal Sui's guidance, Meng Chuan felt even warmer and more at ease.

The five members of the "Bald Team" descended the mountain, all silent as they rushed to the main camp.

On their way down the mountain, many young monks saw them and stopped to greet them with their hands clasped together.

Halfway up the mountain road, the atmosphere became somewhat somber.

Inside the Fengdengcheng garrison, Hai, who was also a relative, tried to lighten the mood:
"I heard from my cousin that Commander Shi Cheng has been stationed at the [Red Wrath] Demon Nest for observation."

I suspect that this sudden emergency mobilization and descent from the mountain is mostly related to changes in our observations.

"Shi Cheng? That's a name from your Shaolin Temple?"

"He is our martial uncle, who left the monastic life to join the army in search of martial arts opportunities. Now he is a martial arts grandmaster, the famous [Mad Blade Vajra].

Wow, that's a pretty wild title.
Meng Chuan nodded and said:
"Based on past experience, I estimate that the Demon Nest has rioted."

But as long as the concentration of demonic energy doesn't change, it's not a big problem.

The monks understood and agreed with his conjecture.

The root cause of the Demon Nest uprising lies in the abnormality of the Demon Nest Master within it.

The specific reasons can be explained to them by Master Shicheng, who is in charge of the observation.

Seeing his experienced demeanor, Liao Chen asked curiously:
"Does Benefactor Meng frequently visit demonic lair?"

"I was quite active a while ago, but recently I've had plenty of resources and can focus on my cultivation."

On his way to Wudang, he toured the mountains and rivers.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I thoroughly raided low-level demon nests, gaining a large amount of ordinary battle merits to replenish my cultivation.

Liao Chen suddenly realized:
"No wonder your fighting skills are so exquisite. Even I, a master of the Three Limits, am not as good as you."

The other three monks nodded in agreement without even realizing it.

It's not just them.

That day, Liao Chen and Meng Chuan went all out, and all the monks present were impressed by their extraordinary fighting skills.

However, it is important to understand that the essence of martial arts training lies in actual combat.

Practicing boxing and actually boxing are two completely different things.

To improve one's fighting skills and martial arts principles, one must abandon the "land-based swimming" approach.

what for?

If you want to learn to swim, you have to jump into the water. You'll never learn by just practicing the movements on land.

Similarly, to improve one's fighting skills, one must spar with more people.

Relying solely on theoretical knowledge will make even the best boxing skills appear somewhat "clumsy," and the true essence of boxing techniques will gradually fade away.

No matter how fiercely you practice your boxing, you often can't use it when you fight someone of equal strength.

Delving into its origins, why were fighting techniques and martial arts principles separated from boxing principles and listed separately?

Because training and fighting are two completely different things.

Meng Chuan possesses the "One Certificate for Eternity," so why is his progress in martial arts so rapid?
The experience gained from each real-world battle is imprinted within you; this is "insight," and it is never forgotten.

We descended the mountain, but were hampered by the weather.

Apart from a few monks who had important matters to attend to, the mountain path was deserted.

Apart from that, the area down the mountain was just as quiet.

Only the whistling wind carried by the scorching mountain breeze remained.

After descending the mountain, Meng Chuan, as the team leader, suppressed the group's urge to "gallop on horseback".

Instead of rushing headlong to the target location, he scanned the surroundings with his eyes, his senses solidifying as he examined them.

The mountainside was littered with jagged rocks, and Meng Chuan didn't miss a single one.

Everyone paused for half a second, even their breathing became extremely soft.

"what happened?"

Seeing his wariness, Liao Chen asked curiously.

This is within the jurisdiction of the ancestral homeland of Zen Buddhism. What danger could there be?
Meng Chuan did not reply, but continued to use the perception enhanced by the Qi Observation Technique to transform into a large hand, sweeping across every inch of the land in front of him.

He was wary of Fang Jianxing and the unknown and unpredictable demonic and martial arts practitioners.

Maintaining his perception range of a hundred feet, Meng Chuan moved slowly.

Maintain a normal walking pace, explaining as you walk:

"The demonic path is unpredictable. I have a deep grudge against the [Demon Summoning Hall], and I am worried that I may implicate my masters. I must be careful."

Liao Chen grinned, wearing a suit of armor, and walked ahead of him with an air of arrogance.

“Benefactor Meng is overthinking things. With our current lineup, we'd probably need the Demon Summoning Palace Master to come in person.”

After thinking about it carefully, Meng Chuan realized that it made some sense.

Li Xiao is the only Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation in the Demon Summoning Hall.

The situation is gradually escalating, and if the other party still has the leisure, they will personally come to Henan to deal with them.

Then the only option is to retrieve the projection stone, unleash the Yang Halberd, and give him a good whack.
Seeing the fat monk walking ahead, he remained calm.

In the past, whether it was with the police station or with my friends in Lishan.

He was the one who spearheaded the charge and was in charge of everything.

Now that I have a partner who can share some of the pressure, things are much easier.
While remaining vigilant and alert, Meng Chuan slowly walked forward to stand beside Liao Chen:
"Better safe than sorry; going down the mountain is not as safe as going up the mountain."

Liao Chen was taken aback when he saw him come up and share the risk with him:
"Too."

Meng Chuan's actions subtly solidified his position as captain in everyone's eyes.

How can one win the respect of the masses by only taking 20% ​​of the rewards for military achievements without taking responsibility?

He was unaware of the change in their mindset and remained vigilant.

With nothing unusual occurring, Meng Chuan finally felt a little relieved.

Finally, a sudden surge of mental energy caused perception to expand like a ring, violently radiating outwards.

Only when nothing is gained can one feel at ease.

Still unable to find any trace of Fang Jianxing, Meng Chuan realized that he had indeed been worrying unnecessarily.

I won't discuss whether I can sense him.

The fat monk Liaochen is right.

He's not stupid.

Even if they were there, facing several people, they wouldn't dare to show their faces right now.
Even after descending the mountain, their pace slowed down.

Before ten o'clock, we arrived at the garrison camp of Fengdeng City.

There were many small squads of soldiers patrolling back and forth, carrying high-tech firearms and exchanging hand signals to change shifts.

They also discovered Meng Chuan and the others, but remained unmoved, each continuing to perform their duties.

The captains at the front of these garrison troops were all high-level martial artists at least at the seventh level.

The team members behind him were mostly intermediate martial artists who had reached the fourth level or above and had comprehended internal energy.

Few low-level martial artists were seen.

Each squad has its designated patrol area, and they operate in an orderly manner.

Only when Meng Chuan and the others reached the cordon did they reach out and push horizontally, signaling them to stop.

(End of this chapter)