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

Chapter 17 Esoteric Buddhist Secrets (Part 1)

"Hahaha!"

King Tridezuzan suppressed his anger and forced a very strained smile.

"Master Benyan, your martial arts are indeed unparalleled, truly an eye-opener for me!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling the attendant beside him to present the prize he had promised—the glass Buddha statue—to Chen Mo.

"Since you have come from afar, why not stay in Tibet for a few more days?"

"Let me, as your host, show you around Lhasa and let you experience the customs and culture of Tibet."

He spoke very politely, but his tone carried an air of unequal authority.

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo smiled slightly, put his hands together and said, "Your Majesty's hospitality is too kind for this humble monk to refuse. I will be bothering you for a few days!"

He himself did not intend to leave, after all, as the state religion of Tibet, Dalun Temple must have stored more esoteric Buddhist teachings in its scripture library.

How could we possibly let such a rare opportunity slip by?

"So good!"

When King Tridezuzan saw Chen Mo agree, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He turned to look at King Kumārajīva, "National Preceptor, I'm entrusting Master Benyan to you. You must treat him well!"

"I still have some official business to attend to in the palace, so I will take my leave first."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

King Kumārajīva clasped his hands together and bowed slightly in greeting.

After the king left, he immediately instructed his men, "Someone, take Master Benyan to the VIP Zen Temple to rest, and make sure he is treated well!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Two young monks came out and led Chen Mo and his group toward the VIP Zen Temple.

King Kumārajīva looked at Chen Mo's figure in the distance, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, his thoughts unknown.

……

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Dalun Temple, Guibin Zen Monastery.

The two young monks led Chen Mo and the others to a rather elegant courtyard, put their palms together in a gesture of respect, and then withdrew.

But there seemed to be a different kind of light hidden in those lowered eyes.

As soon as the courtyard gate closed, Bai Yu could no longer contain his excitement and slapped his thigh.

He whispered excitedly, "Chen Mo! You brat... ah, no, I mean, Uncle-Master Yan!"

"You're really amazing! You actually took them all down in one move!"

"My God, I still can't believe it!"

As he spoke, he began to gesticulate wildly, as if he himself had just displayed great power.

"Cough-cough-"

Chen Mo coughed lightly, waved his hand, and laughed, "Keep it low-key, keep it low-key, it's no big deal, you can handle this with your hands!"

On the other hand, Liao Chen and Liao Yuan both had their brows furrowed.

Liao Chen walked to the window and carefully observed the commotion outside. "Junior brother, don't be too happy yet."

Have you forgotten where we are now?

He paused, then continued, "This is Daling Temple, their stronghold."

"Uncle-Master Benyan has utterly humiliated the Great Wheel Temple today; they probably won't let this go so easily!"

Liao Yuan looked at Chen Mo and chimed in, "Yes, Uncle-Master Benyan!"

"Our current situation is tantamount to lambs being led into the jaws of tigers; our lives are likely in the hands of others."

"I fear this VIP Zen temple is a prison that confines us."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yu's excited expression instantly froze.

He blinked, and asked somewhat innocently, "No, really?"

"Aren't they...aren't they all Buddhist disciples?"

"Could it be that it will cost us our lives?"

"Ah!"

Liao Chen scoffed, "Junior brother, you're being too naive. Tibetan Tantric Buddhism is completely different from the Buddhism of Dali."

"As far as I know, many of their sects do not strictly abstain from meat or killing."

“There are even some sects that specialize in practicing blissful meditation.”

"Therefore, when it comes to matters concerning the sect's reputation, or even the national character of Tibet, they are probably capable of anything!"

"what?!"

A chill ran through Bai Yu's heart as he realized their situation was not safe. "Should we...should we run away?"

"escape?!"

Liao Yuan said in a deep voice, "Where can we escape to? There are probably no fewer than ten people watching around this courtyard."

He recalled the unusual look in the eyes of the two young monks before they left.

Chen Mo calmly walked to the tea table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

His face still wore that calm and composed smile, and he didn't take the danger that Liao Chen and Liao Yuan had just mentioned to heart.

"It's alright."

He took a sip of tea and said, "When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it."

"If they dare to have any wicked thoughts, they will only be bringing shame upon themselves."

"They're just a bunch of clowns; they can't cause any trouble."

His gaze swept over the three still somewhat tense people, and he smiled, "Relax, all of you. Just eat and drink as you please."

"Even if the sky falls, there will still be tall people to help you block it!"

After saying that, Chen Mo seemed to remember something and took out the two peerless martial arts manuals he had just won from his bosom and placed them on the table.

He casually flipped open the manuscript, and the incredibly familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind once again.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired the ultimate martial art—"Flame Blade"!]

[Reward: 5500 Martial Arts Points!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired the ultimate martial art—Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill!]

[Reward: 6500 Martial Arts Points!]

12000 martial arts points?

Looking at the soaring martial arts points, Chen Mo's upturned lips were harder to suppress than a 98K rifle.

This Ōrū-ji Temple was indeed his blessed place.

Seeing that their martial uncle was so calm, Bai Yu and the others felt even less afraid.

Just like my uncle said, even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

The three of them gathered around the table.

Liao Chen looked at the copy on the table and asked curiously, "Uncle-Master Benyan, is this the supreme protective divine skill of Tantric Buddhism—the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill?"

Is there anything magical about this technique?

He had heard his master mention it before, and his tone was full of praise.

Chen Mo took a sip of tea. "This technique is divided into thirteen levels. Its magic lies in the fact that no matter how poor one's aptitude is, as long as one is taught it, one can master it within one or two years."

"However, the second layer is twice as deep as the first layer, and it will take three or four years to complete."

"The third layer takes twice as long as the second layer."

He paused, then continued, "With such exponential increases, the further you progress, the more difficult it becomes."

"After reaching the fifth level, each subsequent level of mastery often requires more than thirty years of hard work."

Bai Yu did some mental calculations and exclaimed in surprise, "According to this calculation, wouldn't it take thousands of years to reach the thirteenth level?!"

"Yes."

Chen Mo nodded, "That's why, throughout the long history of Tantric Buddhism, no one has ever truly mastered the thirteenth level."

"Like most people, they can only cultivate to the fourth or fifth level in their entire lives."

"Legend has it that a high-ranking monk in Tantric Buddhism once reached the ninth level and continued to advance with great vigor."

"When he reached the tenth level, his inner demons suddenly arose, and he could not control himself. He danced wildly for seven days and seven nights, and finally died from severing his meridians."

Chapter 18 Esoteric Buddhist Secrets (Part 2)

at the same time.

In the quiet room deep within the Myōō Hall of Ōrū-ji Temple.

King Kumārajīva looked at the four Vajra Protectors lying on the couch, still unconscious, with a gloomy expression.

Even though his injuries have stabilized, why is there no sign of him waking up?

He extended his finger, sending a wisp of true energy into one of the people's bodies to examine their injuries.

As soon as his true energy entered, he felt an extremely strange true energy lingering in the Vajra Protector's meridians.

This strange true energy is sometimes full of vitality, like spring trees sprouting.

At times it is lifeless and withered, like fallen leaves in late autumn.