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

He grabbed the "Great Kasyapa Qi Shield" manual in front of him, and without even glancing at it, threw it into a corner with a soft thud, somewhat embarrassed and angry.

Then, he exhaled a long breath, as if he had completely given up struggling, and fell backward.

Leaning back on the cushion, I adjusted to a comfortable position and then closed my eyes.

Soon after, a soft snoring sound began.

"This……"

The old monks in the shadows exchanged glances, each seeing a mixture of astonishment and a sense of entitlement in the other's eyes.

"He...is asleep?"

"Judging from his breathing, he should be asleep."

"Have we given up?"

"It seems so."

"Thinking about it, that makes sense. The content of the Great Kasyapa Aura Shield is so profound. It's already quite impressive that he was able to maintain it for two hours."

"With no progress for so long and being exhausted, it's understandable to choose to give up."

"Haha, it seems that my Great Wheel Temple has won this bet. The Six Meridians Divine Sword of Tianlong Temple should be placed in the Great Wheel Temple's Sutra Repository!"

With that, the old monks ignored Chen Mo, who was fast asleep, assuming that he had given up struggling.

……

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The square outside the library was already packed with people.

Disciples and elders of Dalun Temple gathered here, and the noise was deafening.

Everyone wanted to see for themselves how that arrogant kid would come out looking utterly defeated.

"I bet that kid will definitely find an excuse to back out!"

"I think so too. They might fake illness and say they're not used to the new environment."

"The claim of being unaccustomed to the environment is a bit far-fetched. They would probably say that the cushions in the library were too hard and uncomfortable, which prevented them from gaining any insight."

"Haha, what this senior brother said makes sense."

"You're all wrong. If you ask me, that kid probably won't even dare to leave the house!"

Bai Yu, Liao Chen, and Liao Yuan stood at the front of the crowd, their expressions solemn.

Hearing the mockery around them, they quietly recited a calming mantra, trying to keep themselves composed.

King Kumārajīva sat serenely on the lotus throne in the center of the square, his eyes closed in meditation, his fingers slowly and deliberately moving the prayer beads, appearing completely at ease.

It's actually quite easy.

Because he received a message from the old monk in the library last night, saying that the boy had probably given up and was ready to give up.

The anxiety that had been hanging over me can now be put to rest.

"The time is almost up!"

Someone shouted, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on the tightly closed door of the scripture pavilion.

The square fell silent instantly.

"Boom—!"

The heavy wooden door of the library creaked open slowly from the inside.

A figure, facing the rising sun, stepped leisurely out of the threshold of the Sutra Repository.

"Wow, so many people?!"

Chen Mo's voice rang out in the square.

His gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on the wise king Kumārajīva, who sat regally on the lotus throne.

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and smiled, saying, "Grand Preceptor, I have gained some understanding of your temple's 'Great Kasyapa Qi Shield'!"

Chapter 23 Challenging the King of Light

what? !

As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, the entire square fell silent for a moment, then erupted in an uproar.

"The Great Kasyapa Aura Shield? I've gained some insights?"

"Hahaha, that kid says he's gained some insights?"

"This is absolutely outrageous! It's outrageous beyond belief!"

"In just one day, I don't even know if he can memorize the entire cultivation manual, yet he dares to say he's made some progress?"

"They're probably just putting on a brave face because they're afraid of losing face!"

"Maybe he's still asleep. Let me pee on him to wake him up!"

"No, no, no, I think this kid should interpret 'some gains' as 'read it once'?"

"Haha, that's a reasonable explanation, but I can only give you 82 points. I'll give you the remaining 18 points in the form of 666."

The mocking voices of the elders and disciples of Dairin-ji Temple rose and fell, clearly no one believed it.

If this kid says he's made some progress in other martial arts techniques, then maybe.

But this kid just happened to choose the "Great Kasyapa Qi Shield," which is extremely difficult to cultivate.

There was once a high-ranking monk who refused to believe in superstition and insisted on forcibly comprehending the cultivation method, which eventually led to mental derangement and demonic possession.

Therefore, no one has been able to learn it at Dairin-ji Temple in the past hundred years.

Even on the high platform, King Kumārajīva slowly opened his eyes, a hint of cold mockery flashing deep within them.

But thinking about it, it's normal. After all, it's just a teenager's nature, and it's understandable that he's stubborn.

"Master Benyan".

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "Buddhism forbids lying."

"The deadline has arrived. If you haven't succeeded, just admit it honestly. Why deceive yourself?"

Despite the mockery from the people of Dalun Temple, Chen Mo remained calm.

He smiled slightly, "It seems that it is understandable that the Imperial Advisor and everyone else do not believe it."

"Since that's the case, words are no proof, so why don't you all come and try?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the crowd, "This 'Great Kasyapa Aura Shield' is known as a divine protective skill. Today, this humble monk will stand here and let everyone here attack as they please."

"If you can hurt me even a little bit, or force me to move even half a step, I'll consider it a loss, and the bet will stand. How about it?"

hiss!

Everyone present gasped in shock!

Let them attack as they please?

This is blatant provocation!

"Insanity!"

"Boy looking for death!"

"Let me teach him a lesson!"

A fiery-tempered, bearded elder stepped forward from the crowd. He was burly, with piercing eyes and a deep, imposing aura.

"Very well! Let this old man test your so-called 'Great Kasyapa Aura Shield'!"

Its sound was like a booming bell, making people's eardrums buzz.

Upon seeing this, the other disciples were greatly encouraged and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"It's Elder Dorje!"

"Haha, that kid is probably doomed. Elder Dorje can be said to be the most powerful and fierce palm striker in the temple!"

"That's right, Elder Dorje's 'Great Stone Tablet Smashing Hand', honed over decades, has reached its pinnacle. With a single palm strike, even a fine steel stone tablet will be reduced to dust!"

The "Great Stone-Smashing Hand" is an extremely powerful and domineering external martial art. When mastered to a high level, its palm force is unparalleled, and breaking stone tablets is a trivial matter.

Elder Dorje took a deep breath, and a series of slight crackling sounds emanated from his bones.

His internal energy surged, and the skin on his right palm instantly turned bronze as a heavy, mountain-like palm strike was formed!

"Kid, take this!"

He roared and, without the slightest hesitation, stomped his foot hard, causing the blue bricks on the ground to crack instantly.

The bronze palm, powerful enough to shatter a massive monument weighing ten thousand pounds, slammed down on Chen Mo's chest with overwhelming force.

He had been honed in this "Great Stele-Smashing Hand" for decades; even a master of innate skill would likely suffer serious injury if they tried to take it head-on.

Everyone held their breath, as if they could already see Chen Mo's frail body being smashed to pieces by that violent palm strike.

Bai Yu and the other two were on tenterhooks, and Liao Chen couldn't help but whisper, "Uncle-Master, be careful!"

However, just as Elder Dorje's palm was three feet away from Chen Mo's body, a sudden change occurred!

"Om-"

A very faint, yet clearly audible, buzzing sound rang out.

Elder Dorje's powerful palm strike seemed to have struck a solid, intangible, yet incredibly resilient wall of copper and iron.

The palm strike was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to advance even an inch further!

He felt his palm strike instantly dispersed and dissolved by a gentle yet immense force.

"what?!"

Elder Dorje's pupils shrank, his face filled with disbelief.