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

He maintained a polite smile, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Master Benyan!"

"It's just that I've been busy with temple affairs lately, so my sleep has been a bit restless."

His gaze swept over the charred knife mark in the Zen temple. "I heard that you, Master Benyan, had made some progress in your study of the 'Flame Blade' yesterday, so I came to offer my congratulations."

"I never imagined that the master's comprehension was so amazing, that he mastered the secret techniques of my Nyingma school in such a short time."

"Hahaha."

Chen Mo waved his hand and laughed, "So-so, third in the world!"

King Kumārajīva maintained his smile on his face, but inwardly he was cursing.

What an arrogant brat! I was just giving you a few words of praise, and you've taken it all for granted!

"oh?!"

He said calmly, "It seems that Master Benyan is very confident in his comprehension. How about we make a bet?"

"bet?"

Chen Mo asked curiously, "I wonder, Imperial Preceptor, what are you planning to gamble on?"

King Kumārajīva smiled slightly, “I am willing to open the Sutra Repository so that you may choose a cultivation method to study.”

He flicked his sleeve, a calculating glint in his eyes, "If you can comprehend this technique within a day, I will bestow it upon you."

"but……"

The tone shifted abruptly, "If you can't comprehend it... then please, Master, teach me the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill,' the 'Flame Blade,' and..."

"The complete manual of the Six Meridian Divine Sword has been left behind..."

Ok?

A glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and he was overjoyed. It was as if someone had delivered a pillow to his head just when he was about to doze off.

Could this Kumārajīva be an ally?!

But he still feigned hesitation, "Grand Preceptor, this bet seems rather unfair to this humble monk?"

King Kumārajīva sneered inwardly, but his face remained calm and composed. "What?"

"Didn't Master Benyan just boast that he was 'third in the world'? Does he not even have that much confidence?"

He paused, then continued, "Or perhaps... Master Benyan... you're afraid?!"

"afraid?"

Chen Mo snorted coldly, "The word 'fear' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

Liao Chen, who was standing nearby, quickly grabbed Chen Mo's sleeve, "Uncle-Master, please reconsider!"

"The techniques in the Sutra Repository of Dalun Temple must be mostly profound and obscure. How could one possibly comprehend them in just one day?"

Liao Yuan also stepped forward to dissuade them, "Yes, this bet is too dangerous, we don't need it at all..."

Chen Mo silently gave them both a thumbs up in his heart. That's great, that's the effect I wanted.

He defiantly flung his sleeves aside, displaying a touch of youthful impetuosity, "Hmph, how could the people of Tianlong Temple fear such a challenge?!"

"You don't need to say anything more, I've already made up my mind."

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Liao Chen and Liao Yuan, then turned to look at King Kumārajīva, "National Preceptor, ignore them."

"I, Benyan, will accept your bet!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of smugness flashed in the eyes of King Kumārajīva.

In the end, he still has the mind of a teenager. With a little provocation and guidance, the fish will take the bait!

He clapped his hands and chuckled, "Very well, Master Benyan is indeed a man of great courage. Then follow me to the Sutra Repository."

"Of course, let's go."

As he spoke, King Kumārajīva walked out of the monastery gate first, followed by Chen Mo, who looked proud and smug.

Liao Chen and Liao Yuan looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Bai Yu chuckled, "Senior brothers, don't worry too much. When have you ever seen your Uncle do anything unreliable?"

"Since he dared to agree, he must be absolutely certain."

Liao Chen and Liao Yuan were taken aback. Recalling Chen Mo's behavior yesterday, they suddenly realized what had happened.

"Junior brother, you see things more clearly."

Liao Chen glanced around and whispered, "Uncle-Master's actions are probably a deliberate attempt to feign weakness."

"What more is there to say? This Uncle-Master Yan is almost gone."

Liaoyuan looked up at the courtyard and saw that Mingwang Kumārajīva and Chen Mo had already gone far away, so he quickly reminded them.

"go!"

"Let's get going!"

……

……

King Kumārajīva and Chen Mo passed through numerous palaces and arrived at a magnificent pavilion.

This library has three floors, and the flying eaves and brackets seem to radiate a Buddhist light, exuding an extraordinary aura.

The elders and disciples of Dalun Temple had already gathered in front of the pavilion. Upon seeing the two arrive, they all bowed and greeted, "Greetings, Myo-ō!"

King Kumārajīva nodded and turned to Chen Mo, "Master Benyan, you may choose any martial arts techniques to study in the Sutra Repository, but you only have one day."

"I will come to ask for your guidance again at this time one day from now."

He had already sent people to hide the simple martial arts manuals in the library late last night.

The rest are mostly Buddhist scriptures, as well as some martial arts techniques of hellish difficulty.

For example, the "Mahayana Prajna Palm" requires a thorough understanding of the true meaning of the "Diamond Sutra". There was once a high monk who struck out with his palm, and golden light filled the sky and Buddha's light shone everywhere.

However, among all the eminent monks throughout history, only a handful were able to comprehend this palm technique.

For example, the "Formless Finger of Calamity" has no form or shape and is specifically designed to destroy internal energy. However, the method of cultivation is extremely profound, and the meridians will be completely destroyed if one is not careful.

Even the wise king Kumārajīva spent several years just beginning to master this finger technique.

There are many other hellish difficulty cultivation techniques, which will not be listed here.

Thinking of this, a hint of smugness flashed across his eyes.

No matter how talented you are, you could never comprehend these martial arts techniques in a single day.

Chapter 21 The Sutra Repository of Dairin Temple

After listening, Chen Mo's lips curled up slightly.

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together, "Grand Preceptor, since this is about comprehending martial arts techniques, external interference is most detrimental. Please ensure..."

Upon hearing this, a knowing glint flashed in the eyes of King Kumārajīva.

"That's natural."

He immediately announced loudly, "The library is closed today. No one is allowed to enter without permission. Violators will be severely punished!"

"Yes!"

Behind him, an elder in red robes bowed and accepted the order, immediately arranging for several lamas to erect a "No Entry" sign outside the pavilion.

Only a few disciples who were originally guarding the pavilion gate remained.

King Kumārajīva looked at Chen Mo again and assured him, "Master Benyan, no one will be able to disturb you today."

He sneered inwardly. No matter how talented you are, you won't be able to grasp the basics of the martial arts techniques in this pavilion within a day.

"In that case, thank you very much, Imperial Preceptor."

Chen Mo bowed slightly, a barely perceptible smile hidden in his eyes, "Speaking of which, Imperial Advisor, you really are a good person."

Without waiting for King Kumārajīva's reaction, he turned around and strode into the Sutra Repository, leaving behind a carefree silhouette.

Boom!

The wooden doors of the library slammed shut.

"what?"

King Kumārajīva was stunned. "I'm a good person?!"

He had lived most of his life, and this was the first time anyone had used the word "good person" to describe him.

The fact that these words came from Chen Mo's mouth made his heart skip a beat for no apparent reason.

What does this kid mean by suddenly saying that?

Standing in front of the pavilion, he unconsciously twirled the prayer beads between his fingers, repeatedly recalling what Chen Mo had said, but he still couldn't understand it.

"Never mind."

He shook his head, forcibly suppressing his unease. "Perhaps it's because I expended too much energy yesterday that I'm so sensitive."

Inside the Sutra Repository.

As soon as Chen Mo stepped in, he sensed several obscure auras lurking in the shadows, each no weaker than the Innate Realm.

One of the auras was particularly profound, though not as strong as that of the Bright King Kumārajīva, it was not far off.

"It seems that the Great Wheel Temple has quite a deep history."

He paid no attention and strolled toward the bookshelf, where he immediately noticed the clue.

Most of the shelves on the bookshelf were empty, and there were fresh scratch marks on the shelf, indicating that the cultivation manual had been hastily removed.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo understood. This was to prevent him from taking shortcuts and to hide those simple and easy-to-learn martial arts techniques in advance.

He muttered to himself, "That old bastard Kumārajīva is far too cautious."

"Oh, what a pity!"