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

Just like Bai Yu now, he felt the chill around him was so intense that he could hardly breathe, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Even though Liao Chen and Liao Yuan's faces were slightly pale at this moment, they could barely withstand this invisible pressure by fully circulating their internal energy.

Chen Mo remained calm, his gaze sweeping over the fierce-looking lamas on both sides, as if he saw not a group of evil stars, but wooden or clay sculptures.

The invisible pressure approached him within three feet of his body, but vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

With his cultivation level, he could easily help Bai Yu and the others alleviate this invisible pressure.

But he had another plan: to use this opportunity to temper the character of these people.

This will give them more composure and resilience in an environment surrounded by formidable enemies.

Elder Basang witnessed all of this and was somewhat surprised.

This kid seems to have some talent?!

He couldn't help but tentatively ask, "'Little' Master, please don't be offended, but Tibetan Buddhism may be a little different from Dali Buddhism."

"We emphasize the fierce and wrathful nature of a Vajra, which subdues demons and monsters."

“These disciples are all warriors who have fought alongside my Nyingma school to protect the Dharma, so they are a bit too fierce.”

Chen Mo simply smiled faintly, "Elder Basang is right."

"The Buddha has compassionate, lowered brows, and also fierce, wrathful eyes."

"However, one must also have wisdom to discern what is demon and what is Buddha."

He paused, then continued, "If we act recklessly without distinguishing right from wrong, we might inadvertently harm Bodhi and fall into the Asura realm, which would not be the Buddha's intention!"

The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of each lama, causing them to feel a sudden tremor in their hearts.

Elder Basang's face darkened, speechless for a moment, choked by Chen Mo's cryptic words.

He could only snort coldly and quicken his pace.

Before long, a magnificent and imposing Mingwang Palace appeared before us.

The palace doors opened, revealing a dimly lit interior with a powerful aura lurking within, like a sleeping lion.

Elder Basang stopped in front of the hall, his expression becoming composed. "Reporting to Your Majesty, Master Benyan of Tianlong Temple in Dali has arrived."

"Please come in!"

A peaceful yet imposing voice emanated from within the hall; it belonged to the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva.

Chen Mo straightened his monk's robe and stepped inside first, followed closely by Bai Yu and the other two.

Inside the hall, the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva sat regally on a golden lotus throne, draped in a bright red kasaya.

Before he was fifty, his face was radiant, with a faint glow that seemed to flow like precious jewels, shining naturally.

It makes people unconsciously feel admiration and closeness.

His gaze instantly fell on Chen Mo, who had just entered the hall. After scrutinizing him closely, he was stunned. "You are Master Benyan?"

So young?!

A moment of astonishment ensued inside the hall.

The protectors and elders were clearly surprised that Master Yan was so young.

"A little baby?!"

"Hahaha……"

"As expected, Tianlong Temple in Dali is deserted!"

Chapter 13 Great Wheel King

Chen Mo smiled slightly.

He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this humble monk is Benyan."

"oh?!"

The young man in front of me, though calm and composed, far surpassing his peers, is simply too young.

What was the purpose of Tenryuji sending such a person?

Is it truly a case of decline and a lack of capable people, or... is there a deeper meaning?

As the mind raced with thoughts, the Ming King Kumārajīva remained calm and slowly spoke, “Forgive my ignorance, but I have never heard of Master Benyan at Tianlong Temple before.”

As far as he knew, the masters of the Ben generation at Tianlong Temple in Dali were, on the surface, Abbot Benyin, and three abbots Benxiang, Benguan, and Bencan.

In addition, there is a more senior and mysterious Master Kurong, who has not appeared in the public eye for decades.

If it weren't for his deceased friend Murong Bo telling him, he wouldn't have known that there was a Master Kurong at Tianlong Temple.

Chen Mo stood in the hall and said, "It is quite normal that the King of Ming has never heard of this humble monk."

"This humble monk is a direct disciple of Master Kurong, and was only accepted into the fold by my master a year ago."

"He has always been practicing in seclusion in the temple, so naturally he is not well-known."

He paused, then continued, "I recently heard that the Ming King wants to go to Tianlong Temple to discuss martial arts."

“I thought that rather than troubling Your Majesty to travel a long way, it would be better for me to come to Tibet and pay my respects to Your Majesty.”

"This is also a good opportunity to learn about the supreme Buddhist teachings and unparalleled martial arts of the Tibetan Tantric sect. I hope Your Majesty will be generous in giving me your guidance!"

Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent.

The protectors and elders, who had been waiting to see a good show, looked at each other in astonishment.

Damn it, did you come here to offer the sword manual and beg for mercy?

Are you here to...take a challenge?!

Moreover, he's supposedly some damned disciple of Master Kurong, someone I've never even heard of.

What's even more outrageous is that a disciple who has only been a disciple for a year dared to venture into the Great Wheel Temple, confront the Myō-ō directly, and even claimed to be learning from him.

I really don't know if this kid is just reckless or if he's mentally unstable.

Just crazy!

"presumptuous!"

A red-faced elder suddenly stood up, pointed at Chen Mo, and angrily rebuked, "You little brat, how dare you spout nonsense in the Ming King's Hall?!"

"Yes."

Another elder sneered, "Tianlong Temple actually sent a mere novice to cause trouble at my Dalun Temple. I think they've already dug their own grave!"

"I don't know how high the sky is!"

"Hey kid, have you weaned yourself off milk yet? Your mom's calling you home!"

"..."

The hall was immediately filled with curses and all sorts of foul language.

Bai Yu and the others were so angry that they trembled all over, and were about to retort.

But then Chen Mo gently waved his hand, and a gentle stream of true energy instantly enveloped their bodies.

They also calmed down completely, as if their bodies had been jolted awake.

"If a rabid dog bites you, will you bite it back?"

Chen Mo smiled.

Bai Yu was taken aback, then subconsciously shook his head and said, "Of course not, how could a person argue with a mad dog?!"

Liao Chen and Liao Yuan, who were standing nearby, were shocked and exclaimed "Holy crap!" in their hearts.

My two little darlings, this is the territory of the Tubo Dalun Temple, not the Dali Tianlong Temple.

With words like that, will they even be able to walk out unscathed today?!

But Chen Mo shook his head, "Yes, and no."

“We can’t bite back, but we can hit them with sticks and whip them with whips!”

These words, as expected, ignited the fury of the protectors and elders in the hall.

Each of them exuded a chilling murderous aura.

"You little beast, how dare you describe us as mad dogs?!"

"No one can save you today, I'm telling you!"

"Kid, you're practically asking for death!"

"You have come here to die today, Your Majesty! This old monk requests permission to fight!"

"I will make sure this arrogant brat is properly shown the supreme secrets of my Tantric sect!"

Even Kumārajīva, who had been sitting upright on his lotus throne, frowned slightly, and his prayer beads paused for a moment.

Chen Mo, seemingly oblivious to the crowd's anger, continued to laugh, "I didn't even say it was you, so why are you all taking it personally?!"

"Ming Wang, even you elders of Tantric Buddhism are no good. After so many years of cultivation, how come you don't even have this much concentration?"

His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Kumārajīva. "Or is it that your Tantric practice is just like this... endless barking?!"

"court death!"

The red-faced elder who had just spoken could no longer hold back. He sprang up and struck Chen Mo with a palm.

His palm strikes were fierce, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart.

A sinister smile spread across his face, as if he could already see the arrogant brat's brains splattering everywhere.

Chen Mo slightly shifted his body to the side.

The powerful palm strike grazed past his monk's robe, merely lifting a corner of it.

At the same time, Chen Mo brought his right index and middle fingers together, transforming them into a finger sword, and struck the red-faced elder's chest lightly.

Boom! ! !

A muffled thud was heard, not the sound of bones cracking, but the unusual sound of force penetrating the body.