Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Chapter 81 Withering and Flourishing

Ku Rong turned his head and saw that the person sitting on the futon was none other than Emperor Duan Zhengming of Baoding.

In the original work, he was quite dissatisfied with the fact that the four books he used to treat Duan Yu had consumed his internal energy.

But if it were Emperor Baoding, things would be different.

Emperor Baoding was, after all, the ruler of a country, and his status and role were far beyond what Duan Yu could compare to.

The five men were using the One-Finger Divine Skill to heal each other, their finger techniques varied yet rhythmic.

Zen Master Kurong didn't look at anyone else, he only looked at Duan Zhengchun.

At first, he was able to keep up with the pace of Benyin and the others when he made his gestures.

After about ten fingers, it slowed down.

The five people working together must breathe in unison and move in unison.

Duan Zhengchun slowed down his finger, and the other four monks had no choice but to slow down as well to match him.

The withered skeleton's face grew increasingly serious. It snorted coldly and slapped the ground with its left hand.

He sat cross-legged and flew into the air, instantly arriving behind Duan Zhengchun.

He moved with lightning speed, grabbing Duan Zhengchun by the back of the neck and casually tossing him backward.

He then settled onto the prayer mat.

The other four monks were slightly surprised, but then they heard Ku Rong's voice, which was as loud as a bell.

"Focus on healing your wounds and don't let your mind wander."

Then, he extended his thumbs and pressed on the acupoints on Duan Zhengming's body.

With his move, the five of them immediately started to coordinate much faster.

The five monks moved with incredible speed and skill, each performing their respective duties, opening up several meridians throughout Emperor Baoding's body.

After about the time it takes to eat a meal, white steam began to rise faintly above the heads of the four people.

Looking at Master Kurong again, his face, half withered and half flourishing, shimmered with light.

The fingering technique was quite different from the previous rapid and forceful movements, becoming sometimes slow and sometimes fast.

suddenly.

Five monks stood up at the same time, circling around the Emperor Dragon of Baoding with tiger-like strides, striking out in succession, their monk robes billowing without wind.

Inside the Muni Temple, the wind howled.

A strong wind blew in all directions, causing the curtains to flutter and rustle.

Duan Yu had no foundation in internal energy cultivation, and suddenly felt his breath catch in his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

Duan Zhengchun hurried forward: "Yu'er, quickly get behind me!"

Xie Bu Ruo secretly practiced the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) and used the fetal breathing method to exhale and breathe, so he was unaffected.

It's unknown how many times the five monks circled Emperor Baoding.

Emperor Baoding's face showed alternating shades of blue and red.

A moment later, the five of them sat down on the prayer mats.

Although Emperor Baoding was still unconscious, his pale face had regained some color, and he looked much better.

Apart from Zen Master Kurong, the four abbots were all covered in sweat.

Benxiang, whose cultivation was slightly inferior, was pale, clearly indicating that his internal energy had been severely depleted.

As a member of the Duan clan, Duan Zhengchun naturally knew that healing with the One-Finger Divine Skill was extremely taxing on his mental energy.

Seeing his elder brother out of danger, he was overjoyed and stepped forward to bow down.

"Many thanks to Master Kurong and all the eminent monks for their help."

Duan Yu followed suit and bowed down as well.

With a flick of his sleeve, Zen Master Kurong unleashed a powerful gust of wind.

Duan Yu had no martial arts foundation, but he was immediately lifted to his feet by the strong wind.

They stumbled backward several steps.

Fortunately, Xie Bu Ruo reached out and braced himself against his back in time, which helped him regain his balance.

Duan Zhengchun was then in trouble.

With this flick, over 90% of the force was directed at him.

He had just used his fingers to heal his wounds, which had already depleted his internal energy.

How could one withstand the touch of this Zen technique at this moment?

He was immediately thrown to the ground, landing with a thud, and felt a sharp pain in his buttocks.

Ku Rong sighed, sounding rather disappointed.

"You and Zhengming are siblings from the same mother. I remember you were quite talented, so how come there's such a big difference in your cultivation levels?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun blushed and said, "My elder brother's talent surpasses mine tenfold. How can I, Zhengchun, compare?"

Although Benyin is a person outside the secular world, he often has to deal with worldly affairs due to his job.

He has a deep understanding of worldly gossip, rumors, and secrets.

He immediately used his secret telepathic technique to whisper to Ku Rong all about the glorious years of the playboy Prince Zhennan.

Ku Rong, heartbroken, pointed at the other man and said, "You've been ruined by wine and women!"

Duan Zhengchun was filled with shame.

Ku Rong then looked at Duan Yu: "Is this your son?"

Duan Zhengchun nodded in agreement.

Ku Rong said, "Your aptitude is exceptionally good, why don't you learn martial arts?"

Duan Zhengchun replied, "Yu'er likes to read Buddhist scriptures, but says that martial arts are a way to kill, and he is unwilling to practice them."

Ku Rong snorted coldly and glanced at Duan Yu with a cold look.

"Absurd! Even the Buddha, when encountering stubborn and evil spirits whom he could not convert with his Dharma, roared like a lion. Do you think your Dharma is stronger than the Buddha's?"

"Such a fine talent. If he had learned martial arts in his youth, he might have been able to protect the temple now. But it's too late now."

He glanced at Xie Buruo one last time, then asked Duan Zhengchun, "Is this also your son?"

Ok?

Bold!

Xie was furious, his eyes bulging like copper bells.

He hadn't even had a chance to speak.

Duan Zhengchun nodded first, then shook his head.

He himself wasn't sure.

Seeing this, Ku Rong was even more disappointed: "You can't even recognize your own son?"

After Emperor Baoding's injuries stabilized somewhat, he was carried away on a stretcher by two novice monks.

Duan Yu served him from the side.

The rest of the people sat on prayer cushions to discuss matters.

Zen Master Kurong sat facing the wall again.

Duan Zhengchun recounted in detail the events that led to Duan Yu's capture, Xie Buruo's rescue, and the attack on Emperor Baoding.

Upon hearing Duan Yanqing's identity, Ku Rong pondered for a moment.

"So it was him? Despite his disability, it's quite remarkable that he's mastered the One-Finger Divine Skill to this extent. From what you've said, his skill seems to be on par with Zhengming's."

He nodded repeatedly, as if he was thinking about something.

Upon hearing that Xie Buruo had knocked away Duan Yanqing's iron staff, Ku Rong let out an "oh" and moved slightly.

Xie Buruo guessed that he probably wouldn't believe him, so he explained, "This junior was also aided by the poison of the toad, which is why I was lucky enough to win by a single move."

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Ku Rong nodded: "I see, I see."

Before he could finish saying "this," Master Kurong, along with his prayer mat, slid down the blue brick floor.

He was originally sitting the furthest away, but in an instant he was in front of Xie Buruo.

The prayer mat spun around, revealing a face that was half withered and half flourishing. Suddenly, a right hand reached out and grabbed Xie Buruo's wrist.

The incident happened suddenly, without any warning before Ku Rong made his move.

Si Ben and Duan Zhengchun exclaimed "Oh dear!" at the same time.

Xie Buruo was also caught off guard, and it was too late for him to get up and avoid it.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and, following the method of Ku Rong, channeled his inner strength, sat upright on the futon, and performed the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

The true energy circulated, and along with the futon, it slid diagonally out, landing in the Xun position, thus easily avoiding the claw of Ku Rong.

Ku Rong raised an eyebrow, quite surprised.

Originally, I wanted to test the depth of Xie Buruo's internal strength, but I didn't expect to discover his inherited lightness skill.

"Using acupuncture to seal acupoints preserves life; no wonder it saved Zhengming's life. I should have thought of this technique sooner."

"Did Wu Yazi teach you this lightness skill? Is he still in Wuliang Mountain?"

Ku Rong asked a question out of the blue.

Everyone was completely baffled.

Xie replied, "This junior has never met any Wuyazi. I just happened to obtain a manual and learned some light-body skills."

Ku Rong chuckled: "Can Lingbo Weibu be considered a kind of light-body skill? You seem to have quite a deep connection with the Xiaoyao Sect."

Amidst laughter, the futon spun back to its original position and went to face the wall.

He asked the crowd, "What kind of martial arts technique caused Zhengming's injury? Do you have any clue?"

The four of them exchanged glances, and each saw the answer on the other's face.

After hesitating for a moment, Abbot Benyin said, "The four of us have already made some guesses."

Ku Rong then asked, "Zheng Chun, what about you?"

Duan Zhengchun was extremely embarrassed, wondering why the teacher kept calling his name today.

He lowered his head in shame and said, "Zhengchun is dull-witted."

Ku Rong stopped listening to him and turned to Xie Buruo.

"I heard you also know Shaolin Kung Fu. Can you recognize what kind of finger force Zhengming was hit by?"

In terms of martial arts skills and knowledge alone, Xie Buruo is no match for Duan Zhengchun.

However, he knew that there were few masters in the world who could defeat Emperor Baoding.

And those who could harm him silently and without a trace were few and far between.

Xie Buruo had already considered the candidates in his mind.

He was almost certain that it was the troublemaker Murong Bo who did it.

Silent, undetectable finger pressure?

In the original novel, Murong Bo originally intended to kill Xuan Bei with the One-Finger Divine Skill, frame Dali, and provoke a conflict between the Central Plains martial arts world and the Duan family.

The current target is changed to Emperor Baoding, but the intention is similar.

"It is the Formless Finger of Calamity."

Xie should just blurt it out.

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