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

Some have commented on the four great Shaolin skills: the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) for ruling the world, the Golden Bell Cover for invincibility, the Xi Sui Jing (Marrow Cleansing Classic) for ascending to the Dao, and the Boy's Divine Skill for building immortality!

“However… Husband… I have heard the old master say that there are grandmasters, even great grandmasters, in Shaolin Temple…”

Mei Jian said with some concern.

Chen Mo smiled gently, "There's no need to worry too much about that. I'll have my reasons to persuade them when the time comes."

“I will preach Buddhism to them day and night. I believe they will soon be moved by my profound Buddhist teachings and will let me observe the four great skills.”

"If they don't understand Buddhist teachings... I also know a little bit of martial arts."

As he spoke, he straightened his expression, put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

Wanwan chuckled and rolled her eyes at him: "I think your punches and kicks are the real 'Buddhist teachings'!"

Mu Wanqing couldn't help but chuckle and gently shook her head.

However, she naturally knew her husband's temperament; if he dared to go, he must be confident.

In fact, Chen Mo wasn't worried at all about going to look through the Shaolin Temple's secret manuals.

Even people like Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan entered the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository as if it were their own home, coming and going countless times over the past twenty years.

However, apart from the sweeping monk, none of the other Shaolin monks were able to discover it.

One can imagine that Shaolin Temple's defenses were practically non-existent in the face of martial arts masters.

Of course.

The reason why the Sweeper Monk allowed these people to come and go from the Sutra Repository was because in his eyes, Shaolin martial arts were only a minor skill, while Buddhism was the true path.

The 72 Shaolin Arts are all profound and extensive.

Even any one subject may require a lifetime of effort.

To reach a higher level of cultivation, one must also be well-versed in the principles of Buddhism.

Otherwise, forcing oneself to cultivate will not only make it difficult to achieve great success, but it is also easy to go astray and become possessed by evil spirits.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Sweeper Monk, even if they secretly learned more martial arts techniques, they were only going further and further down the wrong path.

Even Master Xuancheng of Shaolin Temple, who was obsessed with martial arts, ignored the three reminders from the Sweeper Monk, which led to him going into qi deviation and losing all his power overnight.

Just then.

Granny Yu from the Juntian Department walked quickly to Mu Wanqing, holding a gold-embossed invitation.

She bowed and presented it, saying, "Your Excellency, just now a disciple from the foot of the mountain sent a message that Wudang has dispatched someone to deliver an invitation."

"They said that in a month, it will be the 100th birthday of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang."

"We cordially invite all martial arts practitioners from around the world to attend this ceremony. We especially respectfully request Your Excellency's presence."

"Master Zhang? A hundredth birthday banquet?"

A glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes; this name was legendary in any martial arts world.

He had originally planned to go to Shaolin Temple first, but now his mind started to wander.

Mu Wanqing took the invitation, glanced at it briefly, and then looked at Chen Mo, "Husband, look..."

Chen Mo smiled slightly and immediately made a decision, "Since we've made it this far, we should definitely go."

“Master Zhang is a grandmaster of his generation. His Tai Chi Chuan, Tai Chi Sword, and Zhenwu Seven Intercept Formation are all unique martial arts techniques, which I am very interested in.”

"Let's go to Wudang to celebrate the birthday first, then go to Shaolin. We can do both without any delay!"

However, he had another thought: he wondered if the scene of the five major sects questioning Wudang would still play out at Zhang Zhenren's 100th birthday banquet in Zongwu.

What do you guys think?

He looked at Mu Wanqing and the others.

Wanwan pouted, "I don't care, wherever you go, my husband, I'll go."

"I've heard that the scenery at Wudang Mountain is quite nice, so I think I'll go and take a look."

Mei Jian, representing the four sisters, blushed slightly. "It's all thanks to my husband... my esteemed... ah, no, Sister Mu's arrangements."

They clearly hadn't fully transitioned from their roles as sword attendants, and their demeanor still carried a hint of restraint.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Mu Wanqing turned to Granny Yu and instructed her, "Granny Yu, my husband, my sisters, and I are going to Wudang to offer our birthday greetings."

"During this period, you will be in full charge of all affairs, large and small, of Lingjiu Palace."

"If there is anything important, you can use the secret methods of Lingjiu Palace to send a message to us."

"I obey."

Granny Yu bowed deeply and said, "I will do my utmost, please rest assured, Your Majesty."

A hint of joy flashed in her eyes when she heard Mu Wanqing refer to the four sisters, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, as her younger sister.

This means that the old master's plan has been implemented perfectly.

"About the congratulatory gift..."

Mu Wanqing touched her chin.

If they were to attend the 100th birthday banquet of Master Zhang of Wudang on behalf of Lingjiu Palace, their congratulatory gifts would naturally not be slighted.

"A congratulatory gift?"

Chen Mo waved his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Leave this to me."

"I'll go prepare the congratulatory gifts. You go ahead and settle in Wudang Mountain. I'll follow shortly."

"My husband is going to prepare the wedding gift by himself?"

A hint of suspicion flashed in Wanwan's eyes. "You're not going to cheat on us with someone, are you?!"

"Cough cough..."

Chen Mo coughed lightly and tapped her head with his hand. "What are you thinking about?"

"But the gift is in another direction, so there's absolutely no need for you to go together."

"alright."

Mu Wanqing guessed that Chen Mo's destination was somewhat 'unconventional' and laughed, "Then... we'll wait for you at Wudang Mountain to see what 'surprise' you've prepared."

The four women, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, naturally had no objections.

Once the agreement was reached, the group parted ways at the foot of Misty Peak.

Mu Wanqing and Wanwan, along with the four women Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, rode in a carriage prepared by Lingjiu Palace, winding south along the official road, heading straight for Wudang Mountain.

Chen Mo watched their carriage disappear into the distance, then turned to look northwest, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"This gift... Master Zhang should really like it..."

With that, he vanished like a wisp of smoke into the forest, strolling away leisurely.

Chapter 124 An Encounter in the Western Regions

One day later.

A fairly large town appeared before Chen Mo's eyes.

The city wall is built of rammed earth and has been eroded by wind and sand, making it look weathered and sturdy.

Above the city gate, on a stone plaque worn smooth by wind and sand, the words "Shazhou" can still be faintly discerned.

Shazhou City was an important hub on the trade routes to the Western Regions, and the city was bustling with people of all ethnicities.

Han Chinese, Uyghurs, Tibetans, and even merchants from the far west with high noses and deep-set eyes thronged the streets.

The sounds of camels and horses neighing, vendors hawking their wares, and conversations in different languages ​​filled the air.

As soon as Chen Mo entered the city, he attracted the attention of many passersby.

It wasn't for any other reason, just because he was handsome, with fair and smooth skin, delicate features, and a tall and straight posture.

The people of the Western Regions are open-minded, and some young women wearing beaded veils and brightly colored dresses openly looked him over.

They whispered to each other, occasionally covering their mouths with a crisp laugh, their eyes sparkling with bold curiosity.

There was even a passionate and unrestrained Orchid woman who swayed her slender waist and took a few steps closer, asking, "Little monk, where are you from?"

"Would you like to try... our local wine?"

Chen Mo simply smiled slightly, did not reply, politely shook his head, and continued walking forward.

He found a restaurant, went inside, found a seat by the window, and sat down.

"Young master, what would you like to order?"

The waiter approached solicitously.

"A pot of your best local wine, three catties of sliced ​​cooked beef, and two of your signature hot dishes."

Chen Mo's voice wasn't loud, but a burly man at the next table heard him clearly.

The burly man joked, "Young monk, as a monk, can you drink alcohol and eat meat?"

"A monk?"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Buddha never said that monks cannot drink alcohol or eat meat."

"Uh……"

The burly man was taken aback, not expecting Chen Mo to answer him like that.

Although monks are said to abstain from meat, alcohol, and fish.

However, from beginning to end, these regulations have no source, and no one can prove that these precepts and rules were established by the Buddha.

Since even the Buddha didn't say these things, why should we follow them?

"Hahaha!!"

He grinned and said, "Well said, young master. It's fate that we met. Why don't you sit at the same table with me?"

Chen Mo's heart stirred slightly, and he nodded and smiled, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

As he spoke, he sat down opposite the burly man.