With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 573 A Bountiful Harvest of Military Achievements Reveals the Secrets of the Two Realms!
Meng Chuanting's expression was solemn.

According to Master Bai Bao, the world has truly reached a point where destruction is necessary for construction.

Compared to the higher echelons of the universe, whose lifespans are often thousands or tens of thousands of years.

The path of martial arts, the cultivation of martial artists, has only just begun in the human world.

If the whispers of the mountains could be suppressed, it would likely allow martial arts in the human world to continue developing for a very long time.

Seeing that Master Bai Bao was interested, Meng Chuan also asked about things he didn't understand:

"The mountains whispered. Is it just like Chi Yan, a kind of [soul fragment] descending to the mortal realm and being trapped in the Taihang Mountains?"

Bai Bao pondered:

"That's one way to put it, but there are subtle distinctions as well."

You have been to the Dharma Realm many times, so you should know the patterns therein.

The mountains whisper to the human world, which is similar to your journey to the Dharma realm.

Its original form, a sacred mountain, remains in the universe, while its spiritual power descends upon the human world.

At the same time, the vast majority of the "ultimate darkness" in the human world exists in the same way.

This cleverly circumvents the vast dimensional barrier between the universe and Earth.

"Hmm, so when a Great Sage goes to the cosmos, his soul wanders while his physical body remains in the mortal realm?"

Meng Chuan recalled the green halo that appeared before him when the Great Sage Divine Dragon appeared, and couldn't help but ask for an explanation.

Bai Bao nodded:

"Indeed. The Great Sage keeps a low profile in the human world, and no one knows where he exists. This is also to protect his own body and prevent villains from taking advantage of him."

The gap between the universe and humanity is vast. Apart from the Great Sage's spiritual strength, even I, this old monk, cannot send my mind to this realm.

Of course, the temple serves as a means for people to transform the energy of the universe, which is a prerequisite for the physical body to cross dimensional barriers.

With the added protection of martial arts true qi, the physical body can be preserved from decay, allowing one to traverse the chaotic currents of time and space and descend upon the universe.

Meng Chuan understood; this was the reason why only martial arts grandmasters could go to the Universal Realm, as the Great Sage of the Divine Dragon had told him before.

It's possible that the Great Sage's frequent travels between the two realms, aside from his own cultivation, are also aimed at investigating the physical bodies of these ultimate darkness beings in order to find a way to deal with and resolve their split souls.

At this point, a sudden inspiration struck him:
"Master Bai Bao, could it be that the whispering attack on the mountain range was also because the Great Sages discovered this old demon's weakness throughout the universe?"

Bai Bao pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"This old monk doesn't know either, perhaps."

Alright, the matter of exorcising demons in Taihang is none of your concern. Just focus on your own cultivation.

All beings possess Buddha-nature. Though all actions are impermanent, good thoughts always shine brightly. Humanity, by upholding righteousness, will surely prosper and ultimately achieve success; there is no need for fear or worry.

"clear."

Meng Chuan nodded repeatedly in agreement.

In his heart, humanity would surely prevail.

Defeating the invaders of the universe is only a matter of time.

Recalling the story of obtaining Buddha fruit from the Dragon Flower Tree, he immediately said:

"Before New Year's Day, I need to return to my hometown of Yong'an, where I will travel with Master Huijue."

If the abbot can emerge from seclusion before then, that would be best; if not, this disciple will not insist.

To rid the Taihang Mountains of its demons, Abbot Xuanmou went into seclusion.

The matter is of great importance, and it is only right that his matter be put on hold for now.

Bai Bao smiled with satisfaction:
"It's good that you know how to weigh the pros and cons."

After a moment's thought, he added:
"Then this matter is settled. You are welcome to come to Shaolin to try it at any time."

I will be leaving Shaolin soon. Please take good care of yourself during these last days.

"Don't provoke those two distinguished guests from the Western Regions again. If you cause trouble again, I won't be in the mountains, and there will be no one to help you."

Meng Chuan looked flustered and embarrassed.

He stayed at Shaoshi Mountain for about half a year, and did indeed cause a lot of trouble.
With his hands clasped together, Meng Chuan respectfully expressed his gratitude:
"Thank you so much for taking care of me these past few days, Master Bai Bao. I will never forget your kindness."

Bai Bao waved his hand and laughed:

"Since you understand Buddhist principles and are proficient in martial arts, your future achievements are limitless."

Although the future Buddhahood is precious, worldly affairs are like illusions. The future is like the void containing all things, all arising from the karma of the present moment. Who can predict it?

As you said before, one should break free from the prophecy and, through great wisdom, alter the course of past karma; the future is uncertain.

Meng Chuan solemnly agreed:

"Disciple, please remember this."

He got up to say goodbye, but Master Bai Bao still had to make final preparations before setting off, so he didn't want to disturb him.

Bai Bao also stood up and gave his final instructions:
"If anything changes in the Taihang Mountains, I will send you a message. Be careful after you return to Yong'an."

Meng Chuan nodded:

"The disciple understands."

Just then, Jueming came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands and smiling:
"The bowls have been washed. Are you satisfied, Brother Meng?"

Meng Chuan joked:

"You expect a reward for washing the dishes? Next time I cook porridge, I'll just give you an extra bowl."

Stepping out of the hall, Meng glanced at the sky and sent the young monk down the mountain, while simultaneously planning his next move.

The harvesting of fruit from the Longhua tree is still pending.

But the path of cultivation is long and there is no need to rush.

We will spend some more time practicing at Shaoshi Mountain, and then return to Yong'an together once Master Huijue has finished dealing with his affairs.

For now, we should focus on ourselves, preparing for Zishou Temple to eliminate Fang Jianxing, and for the subsequent Dawn Martial Arts Competition.

Just then, he suddenly heard the little monk beside him say seriously:

"Brother Meng, I have recently made some progress in the art of observing qi, and I would like to ask you for some guidance."

Jue Ming secretly practiced the Taoist Qi Refining Method day and night, and made considerable progress.

He always kept in mind Meng Chuan's "real skills".

Meng Chuan also followed Master Bai Bao's example and casually tested the young monk's ability to discern qi.

Afterwards, I was somewhat surprised. The little monk stood on the threshold of the hall, easily sniffing the air, and knew whether the chicks in the coop had pooped that day.
This level of Taoist qi observation skill has reached a proficient level and is not considered a beginner's level.

For a monk to master the skills in just over a month is considered extremely talented.

Seeing this, he nodded and said:

“Little monk, today I will teach you the method of longevity and happiness.”

It's a bit early for the other person to start learning now.

But since I'm about to leave the mountain, teaching him sooner would put the little monk's mind at ease.

"Thank you so much, Brother Meng! You are so generous!"
May you encounter many good things on your journey, may all your troubles disappear, and may you have many happy days.

The young monk's face lit up with joy, and he repeatedly clasped his hands together, uttering auspicious words incessantly.
After thinking about it day and night, I finally mastered it!

Shaoshi Mountain is a great "training ground".

To stand out from the crowd of disciples, you need to have some unique skills.

If you master this skill, you'll likely have a chance to secure a national talent spot at next year's Mid-Autumn Festival's "Martial Monks Academy Grand Competition."

It deserves its own place!
Seeing the young monk's excitement, Meng Chuan gave him a heads-up before beginning to teach him, so as not to raise his expectations too high.

"The Longevity and Peace Method is based on the ancient Qi cultivation method and requires guidance through movement, harmony of internal Qi, and long-term persistence to improve one's health."

The core lies in the harmonious integration of form and spirit, both internally and externally. Persistent practice is like polishing a mirror to remove dust; it requires daily refinement and cannot be achieved overnight.

When he cultivates, it takes him several months to make progress, let alone others?
Meng Chuan tried to persuade him patiently, but the little monk paid no attention to any of that.

"What are you saying in your gibberish? Benefactor Meng, quickly pass this message on to this humble monk!"

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Time flies like an arrow; there are less than ten days left until the end of the year.

Meng Chuan briefly cultivated at Shaoshi Mountain, waiting for Grandmaster Huijue to accompany him back to Yong'an while he vigorously improved his martial arts skills.

A few days ago, the cleanup of the remaining Heavenly Demons in the [Crimson Wrath] Demon Nest was basically completed.

This place has become a breeding ground for humankind's fire-related treasures.

The country transplanted a large number of rare and precious natural materials that are suitable for growing under the scorching sun.

At the same time, dozens of first and second-tier tiger demons were relocated to support the growth of tiger saliva dates.

Meng Chuan learned of this news from the Fengdeng garrison, and at the same time, the battle merits of the men had been tallied.

It is expected to be uploaded to the personal information panel around noon today for easy access.

Quartermaster Wang Mian said that the battle merits he earned from obtaining materials from the Heavenly Demon alone took a whole day to tally.

Meng Chuan felt ashamed.

But it's true, he really had a blast killing in that wave of attacks on the demon's lair.
At home, dust settles.

At noon, Meng Chuan came here for a small gathering.

The fat monk Liaochen personally took charge of the cooking, preparing dishes full of fish and meat, covered in grease.

No wonder he didn't want to eat at the Shaolin Temple canteen.

It turns out she was secretly cooking extra meals for herself at home every day.
"Amitabha Buddha - wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart."

Liao Chen brought out a braised pork knuckle and, seeing Meng Chuan's unusual expression, explained with a smile.

Meng Chuan shook his head. What monk eats fish and meat every day? Liao Chen's family is the only one like this.
"If I were Buddha, I would have taken you away tonight."

He took the bowl, chopsticks, and cups from the novice monk, poured himself some Kung Fu wine, and also poured some for Chen.

There were four people at the table, but he was the only one drinking with Chen.

The other two monks only ate meat and did not drink alcohol.

Upon hearing Chen's "sophistry," Liao Hai revealed a look of disdain.

Just as he was about to mock the fat monk for stealing meat while trying to maintain a virtuous image, he realized that the monk was being hypocritical.

But then Liao Qing, who was standing to the side, didn't say a word. He just rubbed his chopsticks together and picked up a large piece of pork knuckle skin.

He got anxious too, and without saying anything more, he quickly picked up his chopsticks.

When Liao Chen came out and saw this scene, he wiped his hand on his apron and immediately joined the battle for the pork knuckle skin.
"Leave some for the Buddha!"

"Not a bit left!"

After a hearty meal, Meng Chuan rubbed his stomach, thinking that the fat monk's cooking was quite good.

After a short rest, the three monks and I left our seats and returned to the main hall.

There's no need to lift a finger when setting up tables, chairs, bowls, or chopsticks.

The two young monks had a clear division of labor: one wiped the dishes, and the other washed them.

Upon witnessing this scene, Meng Chuan sighed inwardly, realizing how difficult it was to reach Shaoshi Mountain.

Not all monks on the mountain can be like the disciples of the Martial Monk Academy.

All you need to do is practice martial arts; everything else can be ignored.

There's work to be done; Shaoshi Mountain doesn't support idlers.

But upon further reflection, Meng Chuan felt relieved.

On the path of pursuing martial arts, some people are talented and so they risk their lives to cultivate, resist the heavenly demons and protect the human world.
Some people, lacking talent, farm and work to support their martial arts, hoping to gain a chance to enter the martial arts path.
There are also people who have neither talent nor perseverance, and live a carefree life despite being muddled through.

Inside the main hall.

The monks all took out their phones, their faces beaming with joy.

Go to your personal profile page to view your earnings.

"Yes, yes!"

Liao Hai's face was beaming as he held up his phone to show everyone.

"Amitabha Buddha—I've made a huge profit, 14,000!"

Liao Chen chuckled and showed off his battle achievements:
"Hehe, Buddha, 17,000! Little monk Liaohai and little monk Liaoqing, it's your turn to wash Buddha's stinky socks."

Liao Qing coughed lightly, and a hint of joy appeared on his usually expressionless face.

He placed his phone flat on the table and smiled faintly:

"This humble monk has 17,920. I'm sorry, but you two should be washing this humble monk's socks."

Liao Chen and Liao Hai huddled close, checking repeatedly several times, before finally letting out an angry curse:
"Damn it!"

(End of this chapter)