You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

"Um," Tang Liu thought for a moment and replied, "This is their technique. This is the way their technique works, which is why I don't practice it much."

"After all, to master this skill, one must undergo countless cycles of being shattered to pieces and rebuilt from the ashes. If something goes wrong, one could truly die."

"Every time you break through a realm, you have to torture yourself to the point of near death, and then achieve the so-called 'great destruction' followed by 'great creation' in that technique. Only in this way can you reach a new realm."

Zhang Zhenwu listened, stunned.

"It's really weird, isn't it?" Gao Zhan said with a smile.

Zhang Zhenwu didn't speak, but just watched Gao Zhan's movements.

Gao Zhan smiled and pushed his sleeves up a bit, revealing his arms.

The marks left by the previous battle still remained on his skin.

He turned his arm over, facing Zhang Zhenwu.

Zhang Zhenwu looked down and his gaze fell on the blood vessels under the man's skin.

At this moment, the blood vessels under his skin are throbbing rapidly, not just the blood vessels, but also the flesh.

That looked rather eerie.

Zhang Zhenwu's eyebrows twitched.

"You saw it," Gao Zhan said.

Zhang Zhenwu raised his head, his gaze lingering on Gao Zhan's face: "This is..."

Gao Zhan lowered his sleeves: "This is what I told you about, 'breaking down and then rebuilding'."

This is the foundation of our school of martial arts.

"If you want to achieve Nirvana, you must first be shattered to pieces," Gao Zhan said with a smile.

"Since that battle, my blood vessels, meridians, and bone marrow are all being rebuilt, including this arm."

"This hospital is pretty good." Gao Zhan looked at the IV drip above his head. "These foreign things are really good."

"So meticulous!"

The contents of this IV drip are very helpful for his recovery.

That's really awesome.

He smiled and said, "I should be able to recover in a few days, and then my cultivation level will advance to the fifth level."

Zhang Zhenwu looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Where did you learn your kung fu?"

Gao Zhan glanced at Tang Liu: "He was taught by a Tibetan monk. His name is Jiangqin Queji, and he belongs to the lineage of the Yamantaka sect of Esoteric Buddhism."

Zhang Zhenwu recalled that he did not remember such a large quantity of goods in Jie Town, Qinghai.

Gao Zhan noticed his expression and added with a smile, "That's what my master said. To be honest, I don't even know if this sect exists."

As he spoke, Gao Zhan also lifted the blanket, stretched, then sat cross-legged, formed a mudra with his hands, placed them on his knees, and closed his eyes to calm his mind.

Tang Liu was about to stop him when he saw him lift the blanket, but she gave up after seeing his actions.

"Thus have I heard. At one time, the Bhagavan was dwelling in the vast Vajra Dharma Realm Palace blessed by the Tathagata."

He began to recite the scriptures.

"Om, Sarva Tathagata, Visambhu, Vajra, Abhisamcha, Mahaman."

His breathing gradually slowed down as he chanted, and his chest rose and fell.

"I purify this body, freeing it from all defilement, and offer my body, speech, and mind from the three times, exceeding the number of dust particles in the vast ocean, to all the Tathagatas."

Tang Liu sat on the chair by the bed, listened to the sutra for a while, and then didn't look at him again.

Because we've gotten used to this kind of scene.

Zhang Zhenwu stared at Gao Zhan with great interest for a while.

He looked at Gao Zhan and suddenly noticed that the rate of movement under his skin seemed to have increased as he chanted the sutra.

"Something's weird," Zhang Zhenwu said in a low voice as he looked at him.

"This Tantric Buddhism is too sinister."

Although the two worlds seem different, they can still reach an agreement in some aspects.

To be fair, the practices of the Vajrabhairava sect are indeed quite unorthodox; in fact, most Tantric practices are somewhat influenced by it.

Historically, as a theocratic state, the Tibetan Empire always placed the power of the gods above that of the monarchy.

As a sect, if it wants to consolidate this power, it must wield absolute violence.

The iron curtain that stretched across the Tibetan region for thousands of years effectively protected this.

Tibet was not brought under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty until the Qing Dynasty, and it was not until the Qing Dynasty that it was formally brought under the direct control of the imperial court.

Even so, the court's jurisdiction remained quite loose.

Even in the 21st century, after multiple rounds of optimization and improvement, Tantric martial arts still look somewhat terrifying.

Not to mention the ancient esoteric martial arts.

Its foundation is built upon an extremely cruel system of human modification.

The principle of "great destruction leads to great construction; without destruction, there can be no construction; construction arises from destruction" is a core tenet of many esoteric martial arts.

Self-harm, self-destruction, then self-salvation, rebirth.

It goes on and on, endlessly, until finally, one achieves enlightenment.

Of course, the intensity is indeed quite intense.

Throughout history, masters of Tantric Buddhism have always been incredibly powerful, posing a significant threat to the martial arts world of Central China for over a thousand years.

It has both numerical data and robust mechanisms. However, it lacks remote control capabilities and is considered somewhat inflexible.

But they are truly capable of making bricks fly.

During the Tibetan Empire, Esoteric Buddhism was first introduced and merged with local sects, gradually forming their own unique power system.

Sects gradually became the dominant force in the empire, and imperial power gradually declined under their erosion.

The model of the martial arts world in the Central Plains is different. Over time, the imperial court's control over local areas has become increasingly stronger, posing a growing threat to martial arts sects.

The "Son of Heaven" refers to the emperor in the true sense of the word.

It holds the most powerful force under this vast sky.

Tantric masters are indeed amazing, but are there any masters who are even more amazing than Tantric masters?

Yes, brother, yes.

The answer is a master of the inner palace.

The further you go, the more powerful the imperial guards become.

So, is there anyone even more powerful than the imperial guards?

Yes, there are modern masters.

Martial arts are naturally more powerful the more modern they are; ancient martial arts are all just shockwaves.

Gao Zhan practices modern esoteric Buddhist techniques.

In order to maintain their rule over the Tibetan region, the sects naturally needed a force capable of absolutely suppressing all secular armed forces.

Thus, Tantric martial arts were given a special mission.

It must be powerful enough that no secular lord can challenge the authority of the monastery.

It must also be so irreplaceable that those who possess it will always be superior to those who do not.

Its cultivation system is based on highly precise ergonomic principles, but it has been intentionally coated with a layer called gods and Buddhas.

The scriptures say that without destruction there can be no construction, and great destruction leads to great construction. This is just a metaphorical description of the cultivation of body and mind.

However, throughout its long history of development, practitioners of Tantric martial arts have been intentionally or unintentionally lengthening and intensifying this cycle of destruction and creation.

Until it gradually degenerated from asceticism into a self-destructive ritual.

They call it "enlightenment".

"My body is shattered, my relics buried in the earth. An empty shell sits alone; who can decipher its words?"

As Gao Zhan chanted the scriptures and verses, he entered a state of deep meditation.

"Amen...cough cough, Amitabha."

He opened his eyes after reciting the last word.

Tang Liu had fallen asleep at some point, and Zhang Zhenwu was no longer in the room.

A woman stood before him, the female doctor, who looked at Gao Zhan with curiosity in her eyes.

"This is... martial arts?"

She looked at Gao Zhan and asked.