Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 101 Heavenly Roc Arhat
Han Yun smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "You two masters are too kind. It's just a trivial trick, not worth mentioning."

One of the old monks stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "This humble monk's Dharma name is Longjue, and this is my junior brother Huwu. May I ask if you are the one who has broken through the Fearless Lion Seal and the Manjushri Wisdom Sword?"

"it's me!"

Han Yun nodded calmly.

The two old monks' expressions immediately turned solemn, and they asked, "Does the benefactor wish to experience the teachings of my Longhu Temple once more?"

"Right on my mind."

"Masters, please make the first move!"

Han Yun raised his hand to challenge him.

The two old monks exchanged a glance, and then the monk Hu Wu immediately roared, "Prison-Suppressing Bright Tiger!"

Suddenly, the tiger tattoo on his back lit up, and a tiger-shaped burst of energy roared out.

At the same time, the monk Longjue also made a move.

"The mighty Tianlong!"

He formed a hand seal, and the blue dragon tattoo on his back moved. A dragon-shaped true qi spiraled upwards, intertwining with the tiger-shaped qi, forming a dragon-tiger combined attack.

As soon as the combined attack of the dragon and tiger was completed, a wave of energy swept across the entire mountain gate square, causing the surrounding stone tablets to tremble.

The dragon-shaped true qi stirred the airflow to form a vortex, while the tiger-shaped qi rushed through the air, creating a sonic boom. The two forces complemented each other and actually condensed into a tangible Arhat seal in mid-air, containing a majestic and suppressive intent, and fell down on Han Yun!

"Well come."

Han Yun chuckled lightly, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He put his left hand behind his back, casually raised his right hand, and made a sword gesture with his index and middle fingers together. Just as the Arhat mudra was three feet above his head, a crystal-clear stream of true qi emerged from his fingertips, as thin as a spider's thread yet extremely condensed.

"break."

With a single, casually uttered word, the seemingly delicate true qi suddenly multiplied into countless forms. Each sword qi precisely pierced the qi mechanism of the Dragon-Tiger Golden Seal, dismantling the powerful seal into countless fragments like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

Han Yun stood motionless, his robes fluttering in the wind.

The two old monks' pupils shrank sharply. Their combined "Dragon and Tiger Arhat Seal" had been so easily broken by the opponent!
Tiger-Wu Monk said in a deep voice, "Senior Brother, this person's cultivation is unfathomable. We must not be careless!"

The monk Longjue nodded, and the two immediately changed their hand seals, their Qi surging.

"Dragon and Tiger in Harmony, Vajra Subdues Demons!"

In an instant, the tattoos on the backs of the two old monks seemed to come alive, with dragon scales and tiger stripes surging under their skin. Their blood and vital energy mingled and condensed into a layer of golden-red Qi robe on their bodies.

With a flick of his right arm, the monk Longjue unleashed a dragon-shaped aura that coiled upwards, transforming into a green dragon-shaped ring-shaped dagger; while monk Huwu clashed his fists together, and tiger-shaped aura condensed at the tips of his fists, transforming into a ferocious tiger claw.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, attacked Han Yun with flashing blades and claws, tearing through the air!

A hint of admiration flashed in Han Yun's eyes, and he smiled and said, "To transform your physical body into a dragon and tiger, and to condense your inner energy into weapons, you truly deserve to be called a guardian monk of Mount Wutai!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved slightly, his steps flowing like clouds and water, moving freely amidst the flashing blades and claws.

As the Azure Dragon Blade slashed down, Han Yun dodged to the side and flicked his finger on the back of the blade. The monk Longjue immediately felt a gentle force coming from it, and the blade's momentum involuntarily shifted by three points. The tiger claw swept across, but Han Yun flicked his finger lightly, and the monk Huwu's fist force vanished without a trace, like a mud ox entering the sea.

The two old monks grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed. Every move they made was neutralized by the opponent with minimal action, as if Han Yun had already seen through all their strategies.

The two felt as if they were being manipulated by Han Yun.

"We can't delay any longer!" Monk Longjue shouted, and he and Monk Huwu took three steps back at the same time, put their hands together, and chanted mantras.

"Om! Ma! Hum!"

As soon as the three-word mantra was uttered, the dragon and tiger tattoos on their backs suddenly detached from their bodies, transforming into two illusory figures, one blue and one gold, which hovered in the air.

Then, the two dragon and tiger stone tablets burst forth with brilliant Buddhist light, containing the true meaning of subduing dragons and tigers. Under the shaping influence of the stone tablets' energy field, the two phantom images of dragons and tigers gradually merged amidst the roars of dragons and tigers.

It transformed into a three-zhang-tall Arhat statue of a dragon and tiger, with wide-open, angry eyes and holding a vajra, exuding astonishing power!
Han Yun looked up, and a serious look finally appeared in his eyes.

"Using one's own Qi and blood as a guide, and borrowing the Qi field of the Dragon and Tiger Stele to manifest a Dharma form? That's interesting."

The Arhats, in their dragon and tiger forms, raised their vajras and smashed them down on Han Yun's head!

This strike seemed to compress the air itself, producing a piercing explosion.

Han Yun remained calm, raised his right hand with his palm facing the sky, and said softly, "Since that's the case, I'll be serious too."

"boom!!!"

Han Yun's palm collided with the Vajra Pestle, unleashing a deafening roar. A violent shockwave swept across the entire mountain gate square, but the ground beneath Han Yun's feet remained completely still.

The immense force struck Han Yun's palm, but it was as if a mud ox had entered the sea.

"Heavenly Roc Soaring Dragon Technique!"

Behind Han Yun, a golden-winged roc, also three zhang tall, appeared, transformed from the Heavenly Gang Dharma Image.

Shining brightly, as if cast from gold and iron, with golden wings, a Kun head, and starry eyes like a leopard's. Soaring north and south, strong and brave. Changing and flying, sparrows laugh and dragons tremble. With wings spread like the wind, all birds hide their heads; with sharp claws extended, all birds lose their courage.

The Heavenly Roc's golden feathers are like steel sword blades, sharp and piercing. With a flap of its wings, countless wind-force blades emerge!
The Golden-Winged Roc Dharma Image flapped its wings and cried out, and in an instant a gale arose. Countless golden feathers transformed into sharp blades and swept out like ten thousand golden swords, colliding fiercely with the Vajra Pestle of the Dragon and Tiger Arhats!

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky, and the image of the Dragon and Tiger Arhats was so shocked by the blow that it was forced to take three steps back, and cracks appeared on the Vajra Pestle.

The two old monks, Longjue and Huwu, suddenly changed their expressions, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of their mouths.

Han Yun chuckled lightly: "Masters, watch how my Heavenly Roc subdues dragons and tigers!"

The Heavenly Roc's golden wings spread out in fury, and thousands of feathers transformed into a golden storm. The Dragon and Tiger Arhat images were caught in it; the Azure Dragon's scales peeled off, the Tiger's golden fur flew everywhere, and the Vajra Pestle shattered inch by inch.

"Click——"

With a crisp sound, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the chest of the Dragon and Tiger Arhat statue.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the two old monks collapsed to the ground, their faces pale, the tattoos on their backs dull and lifeless, clearly having exhausted their vital energy.

Han Yun remained standing in the same spot, not even a single tear on the hem of his clothes.

He cupped his hands slightly and said, "You flatter me."

The monk Hu Wu gave a wry smile: "Benefactor, your cultivation is extraordinary. We two monks are completely convinced of our defeat."

The monk Longjue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, forced himself to stand up, and put his palms together, saying, "Amitabha! Your Heavenly Roc Dharma Form is similar to the Arhat Dharma Form that we cultivate. May I ask, where did you come from?"

Han Yun shook his head upon hearing this: "I obtained this method by chance. It is not a Buddhist method. Tigers and leopards hide in the deep mountains, and unicorns are buried in the fields. If Buddhists can understand it, others can naturally understand it as well."

Monk Longjue nodded: "I see. Later generations may not necessarily lack the wisdom of their predecessors."

(End of this chapter)