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

"Where did you monks come from? You look unfamiliar!"

Chen Mo sat upright on his horse, his expression calm, and raised one hand to his chest in a Buddhist gesture.

His voice was clear and melodious, "Amitabha!"

"This humble monk comes from Tianlong Temple in Dali, and my Dharma name is Benyan. I have come to Tibet mainly to visit the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva and exchange ideas on Buddhism and martial arts!"

"Tianlong Temple in Dali?!"

Upon hearing this, the red-robed lamas' eyes flashed with a sharp light, and they exchanged glances.

The leading lama's fleshy face twitched, revealing a cryptic smile. "So you're a high-ranking monk from Tianlong Temple in Dali!"

"No problem! No problem!!"

"The King of Light is currently at the Great Wheel Temple. We will guide you there immediately and inform him!"

As he spoke, he gave a wink, and a lama behind him immediately turned around, used his lightness skill to quickly run towards the direction of Dalun Temple to report the news.

……

Dalun Temple, Mingwang Hall.

"Report—!"

A lama rushed into the hall, knelt on one knee, and said with a hint of excitement, "Reporting to the King, Dharma Protectors, and Elders!"

"Several monks came down from the mountain, claiming to be from Tianlong Temple in Dali. The leader, whose Dharma name was Benyan, said that he had come specifically to visit the Ming King to exchange Buddhist teachings and martial arts!"

"oh?!"

Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva, who was sitting upright on the lotus platform, raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Instead of taking precautions, Tianlong Temple took the initiative to send people to Tibet.

An elder with a rugged face, named Basang, burst into laughter, "Hahaha!"

"Your Majesty, it seems that the Tianlong Temple in Dali has been terrified by your reputation!"

"Knowing that we would not escape this calamity in three months, we sent someone ahead of time to obediently deliver the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual to your door!"

"These people are quite sensible!"

Another lean elder clapped his hands and laughed, "Elder Basang is absolutely right!"

"They must be afraid of being defeated by the Ming King on their own territory and losing face!"

"That's why they came to my Tibet to present the sword manual, at least they can still save some face."

"It seems that the Tianlong Temple in Dali isn't all that capable. It looks like it's long since fallen into ruin!"

"That makes sense, that makes sense!"

"It seems we overestimated them before!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

"A bunch of spineless cowards!"

The other elders in the hall echoed their sentiments, their faces showing contempt and smugness.

Those who once held Dali Tianlong Temple in some regard now regard it as a groveling, servile entity.

Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Kumārajīva, the Great Wheel King, shook his head and chuckled, "I thought that even though the Tianlong Temple in Dali has been passed down for hundreds of years and has declined, it should still have some integrity."

"I never expected..."

"Never mind, it seems I overestimated them."

He slightly raised his gaze and looked south outside the palace, as if piercing through layers of mountains to see the territory of Dali.

A grander idea arose in his mind.

"If Tianlong Temple is so easily defeated, then what about the Dali Duan royal family, who are closely connected to it..."

"Isn't it just a case of outward strength masking inner weakness?!"

A glint of ambition flashed in the eyes of the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva. "In that case, perhaps we can make a suggestion to the king."

"We should find an opportunity to test the waters with our troops in that prosperous land of Dali."

"If we can expand our territory, it will be a great blessing for Tibet."

In fact, his request for the "Six Meridian Divine Sword" was due to his obsession with martial arts and his desire to explore its mysteries.

But the deeper purpose was to take this opportunity to find out the true strength and weakness of Tianlong Temple, and even the Dali Kingdom.

"Since they've come to me of their own accord, it saves me a lot of trouble."

The Great Wheel King Kumārajīva closed his eyes again, his tone indifferent, "Elder Basang, take some men to greet this Master Benyan."

"After all, he is a guest from afar. Don't be impolite. Just bring him to see me directly."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will obey your decree!"

Elder Basang bowed to accept the order, then turned and strode away.

Chapter 12 A Show of Force?

At the foot of Mount Dalun, in Tibet.

Elder Basang specially selected several of the most imposing lamas to accompany them. The group rushed down the mountain, clearly intending to give Chen Mo and his companions a taste of their power.

Soon, they saw Chen Mo and his group, and their gazes immediately fell on the oldest member, Liao Chen.

"Hahaha, this humble monk is Basang!"

Elder Basang walked up to Chen, put his hands together and smiled, "Master Benyan, welcome to Dalun Temple, I am sorry for not welcoming you sooner!"

He naturally assumed that the oldest of the four was Master Benyan, who had come to visit.

As for the other three, they were probably just accompanying disciples who came to broaden their horizons.

"Cough cough..."

Liao Chen immediately looked embarrassed and quickly coughed twice to interrupt.

He stepped aside to let Chen Mo out from behind him, saying, "Master Basang has misunderstood."

"My Buddhist name is Liaochen, and I am merely a disciple who accompanies me."

"This is my uncle, Master Benyan, who has come to visit us today."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Chen Mo, afraid that his senior uncle might be unhappy.

what?

what's the situation? !

Elder Basang was dumbfounded. How could that boy, who looked to be about ten years old with a handsome face and a touch of childishness, be Master Benyan?!

He stared at Chen Mo for a long time, his eyes filled with disbelief, and even the smile on his lips froze.

Several lamas behind him also peeked out and whispered among themselves, clearly thinking the same thing as Elder Basang: that the matter was a bit absurd.

"This...this young master is Master Benyan?"

Basang spoke again to confirm.

He simply couldn't reconcile the slightly immature face before him with that of the master who had come to visit on behalf of Tianlong Temple in Dali.

Chen Mo didn't mind, and made a Buddhist gesture with one hand raised, saying, "Master Basang, you are too kind. This humble monk is Benyan."

Basang looked disdainful; it seemed that Tenryu-ji Temple had truly declined and was now deserted.

They actually sent a greenhorn who's barely weaned!

Thinking of this, a smile returned to his face. "Welcome to Dalun Temple, 'Little'—Master!"

He deliberately drew out the syllable "small," and the lamas behind him responded with low, guttural laughter.

what? !

Bai Yu, standing to the side, naturally sensed their disdain, his face flushed red, and his fists clenched.

Liao Chen and Liao Yuan also had solemn expressions, sensing the other party's undisguised teasing.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, seemed not to have heard anything and calmly said, "Amitabha, thank you for leading the way, Master."

Elder Basang was somewhat surprised to see him so composed, but he was more disdainful of him.

They assumed the kid was just a fearless newborn calf, or perhaps he was simply too scared to say a word.

If they were the ones being looked down upon like that, they would have already started a fight.

He gave a soft hum and gestured to the side, "Let's go, 'little' master."

"Hurry up, don't keep our King Ming waiting too long!"

"besides……"

"The mountain path here is quite rugged, watch your step and don't fall!"

The sarcasm in his words almost solidified into reality.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yu was furious. He clenched his fists and made as if he was about to rush forward.

Whether you can win or not is one thing, whether you dare to fight is another.

He was about to make a move when Liao Chen and Liao Yuan stopped him, giving him a look to stop his impulsive actions.

Elder Basang naturally noticed the commotion, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

He was just hoping these people would make a move, so he would have a legitimate reason to take them down and humiliate them severely.

Even the lamas behind him were eager to try, their faces full of excitement.

Unfortunately, it was stopped!

He glanced at Bai Yu, giving him a cowardly look, then ignored him and continued leading the way.

On both sides of the road leading to the Mingwang Hall, stood two rows of extremely fierce lamas.

They all had fierce eyes, wore Buddhist knives at their waists, and exuded a strong aura of bloodlust.

This was yet another show of force arranged by Elder Basang. An ordinary person walking among them would probably be trembling with fear and feeling uneasy.