Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

The heavy weight that had been pressing on my heart seemed to have been lifted off my feet in an instant.

The atmosphere inside the hall immediately became relaxed and pleasant.

Seeing Chen Mo shake his head, a glint of light flashed in his eyes. "Master, fellow disciples, I think this is inappropriate?"

Everyone was taken aback by these words, and their eyes all turned to him. "Is that inappropriate?"

"That's right, it's inappropriate."

Chen Mo continued, "Why should we wait for him to come to us? Why should we be so passive?"

"Since he came to Dali to 'seek' a sword manual, we can naturally go to Tubo to 'visit' Dalun Temple and exchange martial arts knowledge."

He paused, then continued, "Think about it, Kumārajīva's famous technique, 'Flame Blade,' can transform palm force into an invisible flame blade aura."

"It is incredibly powerful and fierce, and it has a similar effect to our 'Six Meridian Divine Sword'."

"If we could obtain it, it would certainly be of great benefit to us!"

"And, and..."

"I've heard that there's a supreme protective divine skill in Tantric Buddhism called the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill'."

"It is said that when one masters this technique, one can possess the power of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants, an unparalleled and domineering force!"

"Such a unique skill is something my Tianlong Temple is very lacking!"

Chen Mo became more and more excited as he spoke, wishing he could go to Tibet right now and bring back all those peerless martial arts techniques.

His lips unconsciously curled up, and drool was almost dripping from his mouth.

"Wouldn't the foundation of my Tianlong Temple then reach an even higher level?!"

After saying that, he looked at Master Kurong and Abbot Benyin with anticipation and a pure smile on his face.

"Junior brother, this..."

Abbot Benyin coughed lightly, "Our Tianlong Temple has never actively participated in conflicts within the martial world. Is this move perhaps...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Benxiang interrupted him, "Junior Brother Benyin, I actually think Junior Brother Benyan has some merit in what he said."

"The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease."

"Now that Kumārajīva has taken the initiative to provoke us, we should not just defend ourselves."

"Even if we defeat him this time, there's no guarantee that other forces won't think that my Tenryu Temple is weak and easy to bully."

He paused, then continued, "I believe that only by demonstrating sufficient strength and resolve can we truly deter those who seek to harm others!"

"Yes."

Chen Mo nodded and said, "This time we're taking the initiative, not to cause trouble, but to have a friendly exchange."

On the other side, Master Kurong remained silent, but the glint in his eyes showed that he was seriously considering Chen Mo's proposal.

He slowly spoke, "What Benyan said has indeed enlightened this old monk."

"Although Buddhism emphasizes compassion, there are also times when it is fierce and wrathful."

He paused for a moment, then added, "But you must remember that this is mainly a test and a deterrent, so you must act within your means."

"Master, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Chen Mo nodded, "This is a good opportunity to let that Great Wheel King know that the unique skills of my Dali Tianlong Temple are not something that can be coveted by anyone."

Since Abbot Benyin had spoken, he no longer objected.

He cautioned, "Junior brother, you must be careful on this trip."

"Kumārajīva is renowned for his power and unfathomable cultivation. His Flaming Blade technique is the most powerful in Tibet."

"Don't worry, senior brother."

Chen Mo smiled confidently, "I'm just looking forward to seeing whether his Flaming Blade is more powerful or my Six Meridian Divine Sword is superior."

As he spoke, a hint of excitement gleamed in his eyes.

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At this moment, inside the Myōō Hall of Ōrū-ji Temple.

The Great Wheel King Kumārajīva sat regally on a lotus throne, draped in a crimson robe, his appearance solemn and dignified.

Below him sat four powerful, sharp-eyed old men, who were none other than the four great protectors who were renowned throughout Tibet.

Further out are the temple's ordinary elders, but their strength should not be underestimated.

The auras of the people inside the hall intertwined, forming a powerful pressure.

These people were the backbone of the effort to eradicate the Black Sect and unify Tibet.

“Your Majesty, the Tianlong Temple in Dali has replied, but the wording is ambiguous.”

An ordinary elder spoke up, saying, "He neither directly agreed nor directly refused."

"Humph!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a burly-faced protector sneered, "It seems that the Tianlong Temple of Dali won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!"

"The fact that the Ming King personally wrote the letter already shows them a great deal of respect."

"The fact that they didn't agree immediately means they're courting death!"

King Kumārajīva smiled slightly, his right palm flat, and a wisp of light red energy appeared out of thin air above his palm.

It rose and leaped like flames, radiating an incredibly scorching heat.

This is precisely the manifestation of the power of his signature move, "Flame Blade".

"It's alright."

"The Six Meridian Divine Sword of Tianlong Temple in Dali is known as the number one sword technique in the world, and I have long admired it."

"Moreover, my old friend Murong regretted never having witnessed this sword technique before his death!"

"This time, I must see for myself!"

He said calmly, "Three months from now, I will personally go to Dali. If the masters of Tianlong Temple are still stubbornly unrepentant..."

The wisp of fiery sword energy in his palm suddenly erupted, and the scorching air wave instantly swept across the entire hall.

It felt as if invisible blades were flashing through the air, giving everyone present a scorching sense of oppression!

"Then I have no choice but to personally seek your guidance using the supreme and wondrous methods of my esoteric sect!"

"I will obey the decree of the enlightened king!"

The four guardians and many elders echoed in unison.

Chapter 11 First Arrival in Tibet

Ten days later, in Lhasa, the capital of Tibet.

Chen Mo and his group of several people, weary from their journey, stepped into this highland region.

To avoid appearing too ostentatious, he only brought his friend Bai Yu and two other reliable disciples of the Liao generation with him.

Upon entering Lhasa, a strong religious atmosphere immediately envelops you.

Along the way, almost everyone I saw was an extremely devout believer.

Most of them were dressed in rags and looked travel-worn, but their eyes were unusually firm.

They prostrated themselves with each step, bowing deeply towards the Potala Palace in the center of the holy city.

They kept chanting scriptures, and the fervor that came from their very soul was a sight rarely seen in Dali.

"Oh my God!"

Bai Yu looked at an old believer whose forehead was already bruised and scabbed over, yet whose eyes were still burning with fervor as he continued to move forward, and couldn't help but gasp.

"They...they just kept kneeling and bowing all the way there?!"

The two disciples who accompanied him, Liao Chen and Liao Yuan, also had solemn expressions, put their hands together, and chanted Buddhist mantras.

This pure and extreme power of faith filled them with awe.

Moreover, they also built temples of all sizes in Lhasa.

Every temple was magnificent and luxurious, and its incense was extremely popular.

The city of faith truly lives up to its name.

The passersby all looked on with great curiosity when they saw Chen Mo and his group.

In their minds, shouldn't monks always wear red or yellow robes?

Their fair skin also seemed out of place here.

Unfortunately, on this plateau favored by the scorching sun and sandstorms, almost everyone's skin is dark and cracked.

As Chen Mo rode on his horse, his gaze swept over the believers, but his heart remained largely unmoved.

He viewed this scene primarily from an observer's perspective.

Just as they were crossing a street, a group of lamas suddenly appeared and stopped them.

These lamas have a completely different temperament from the peaceful monks of Tianlong Temple in Dali.

They were dressed in red robes, each with a burly build, fierce faces, and sharp eyes like eagles.

Each of them carried a gleaming monk's knife at their waist, exuding an extremely fierce aura, clearly indicating that they were all warrior monks who had experienced bloody battles.

In fact, the Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism was quite different from ordinary Buddhist sects.

Because the people of Tibet were mostly nomadic tribes living on the grasslands, resources were scarce, and tribes constantly fought each other for survival.

If you want to establish yourself here, you absolutely need to have sufficient strength.

The leader was a middle-aged lama with a fierce face, whose sharp gaze swept over Chen Mo and his companions.

Seeing that they all had shaved heads, he first asked them a question in Tibetan, but Chen Mo and the others did not understand.

The lamas chattered for a while, and it was the same middle-aged lama who spoke, but this time he used Mandarin with a heavy accent.