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

Without a second thought, Zhong Ling happily agreed and quickly followed, her eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

But after taking two steps, she took out a medicine bottle from her bosom and threw it to Zuo Zimu, "This is the antidote for being poisoned by the sable. Just apply it to the wound."

As she spoke, she continued to hurry to catch up with Chen Mo.

Duan Yu originally wanted to be arrogant and ignore Chen Mo, but when he saw the beautiful young girl following him, he realized that the girl had followed him.

He gave a soft snort and reluctantly followed.

But he was still muttering to himself, "Hmph, I'll see what you're up to..."

Before long, the three figures disappeared outside the Sword Lake Palace.

Zuo Zimu and Sikong Xuan immediately felt the invisible pressure suddenly ease, and they both breathed a long sigh of relief.

Only then did I realize that my back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Sikong Xuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself, "I must have forgotten to check the almanac before going out today; everything is going wrong!"

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Zuo Zimu, "Brother Zuo, let's put today's matter aside for now."

"Another day, another day our Shennong Gang will come to 'learn from you'!"

After saying this, without waiting for Zuo Zimu's response, he called his men to lift up the injured disciple and hurriedly leave this place of trouble.

Zuo Zimu looked at the chaotic square, his face turning pale and then red.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

I must take a bath with pomelo leaves tonight to get rid of bad luck!

Chapter 36 Guidance and Awakening

On the path leading down the mountain.

Chen Mo walked at the front, his steps subtly rhythmic, his body rising and falling gently with the mountain's contours.

As her clothes fluttered, she seemed to blend into the surrounding breeze and the sound of the forest.

This is how he incorporated "Lingbo Weibu" into his daily walking.

Each step treads on an invisible trigram position, and the Nirvana Qi within the body quietly circulates throughout the body.

It goes on and on, endlessly!

Duan Yu quickened his pace and caught up with Zhong Ling, who was skipping and hopping behind Chen Mo.

He lowered his voice, "Miss Zhong, why did you leave with this unknown young monk without even thinking?"

"Aren't you afraid he's a bad person? You can only know a person's face, not their heart!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling turned around, blinking her large eyes. "How could he be a bad person?"

"Look how handsome this young man is, and how clean-cut he looks."

"And with such high martial arts skills, he must be a highly accomplished monk from some temple!"

"So... in conclusion, this monk brother is not a bad person!"

As she spoke, her eyes shone with an almost worshipful light.

Clearly, Chen Mo's good looks and the strength he displayed at Sword Lake Palace had completely won over the young girl.

Duan Yu was speechless for a moment, almost unable to catch his breath, thinking to himself, "How could Miss Zhong be so naive?"

"You only judge by looks?!"

"You should know that most of those womanizers who prey on girls have a respectable appearance, or even an exceptionally handsome face."

But he completely forgot that the reason he followed Chen Mo was not only because he didn't want to be left alone in the dangerous place.

To a large extent, it was also because the beautiful young girl Zhong Ling had gone with them, so there was no point in staying there.

If Zhong Ling were an ugly monster, he might...

Uh!

They probably won't follow.

"By the way, Brother Duan, this monk says he's your elder. Aren't you curious?"

Zhong Ling asked.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about that."

Upon hearing Zhong Ling's reminder, Duan Yu immediately took a few quick steps, rushed to Chen Mo, and opened his arms to block him.

"Little monk! Stop right there!"

“A monk does not lie, how dare you impersonate my elder?!”

"If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I...I...I'll keep bothering you!"

He originally wanted to say something harsh, but considering the unfathomable skill of the other party, he decided against it.

Chen Mo stopped and said with a smile, "Young Master Duan, you've been sneaking out for a while now."

"Your family... is very worried."

"When you've had enough fun, go home."

"what?!"

Duan Yu gasped instantly, "W-how did you know?!"

Only his family should know that he ran away. How did this little monk find out?

"Brother Duan, how did you manage to sneak out?"

Zhong Ling asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid your family will worry?!"

Duan Yu waved his hand, "Miss Zhong, the reason I ran away is because my father wants to force me to learn martial arts."

"I didn't want to study, so I sneaked out."

In fact, Duan Yu's escape this time was somewhat related to Chen Mo.

When Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan, learned that Chen Mo had single-handedly suppressed the Tubo Dalun Temple, demonstrating terrifying strength and, most importantly, being so young, he was extremely envious.

When he returned to the palace and saw his son, who only loved to compose poems and had no interest in martial arts, he was immediately furious.

He debated with his son for three days and three nights, until his mouth was dry, but his son remained stubbornly unconvinced.

Duan Yu was also feeling troubled. He had received Buddhist precepts since childhood and had a high-ranking monk who taught him to recite Buddhist scriptures.

For more than ten years, I have been learning the Confucian ideal of benevolence and empathy, and the Buddhist principles of abstaining from killing and anger, and having a compassionate heart.

Now they're actually trying to learn how to beat him and kill him; they feel their father is unreasonable.

In a fit of anger, he secretly slipped out of the palace, hoping to avoid seeing or hearing about it.

Seeing Duan Yu's indignant expression, Chen Mo asked, "Young Master Duan, do you know why your father forced you to learn martial arts?"

"I do not know."

Duan Yu shrugged. "But it doesn't matter anyway. Fighting and killing are the most annoying things."

"I still prefer romance, poetry, and composing verses—that's so elegant!"

Why spend all day brandishing swords and spears, only to increase one's violent tendencies?

"hehe."

Chen Mo chuckled, "Then let me ask you, what do you think enables you to live such a carefree and romantic life?"

"Forehead……"

Duan Yu was stumped by the question. He opened his mouth, but couldn't answer it.

"It's your family's strength that deters the scoundrels."

Chen Mo's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck Duan Yu's heart like a hammer: "If your family isn't powerful, why should others treat you with respect?"

Why should I listen to your reasoning?

"Faced with absolute power, your kindness and compassion may not even have a chance to speak!"

He looked directly into Duan Yu's somewhat evasive eyes and said, "Martial arts are never meant to make you competitive or aggressive!"

"It's about empowering you to protect yourself and the people around you you want to protect!"

Chen Mo's voice rose slightly, "Punishing evil is promoting good!"

"If you can't even protect yourself, how can you protect others?"

"If you can't even stop evil people, what's the difference between your compassion and indulgence?"

His last sentence went straight to the heart of the matter: "If you were just an ordinary rich kid, it would be one thing to be obsessed with romance."

"But Duan Yu, you need to know your place!"

boom!

These words struck Duan Yu like a thunderbolt!

He trembled violently, his face turned pale instantly, and fine beads of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Yup!

He was the heir apparent of the Prince of Zhennan in Dali, a future pillar of the nation!

If I don't have the corresponding ability, how can I shoulder this responsibility?!

His past stubbornness, misunderstandings about his father, and prejudices against martial arts were completely shattered at this moment.

He had been immersed in his own little world, enjoying the protection that his status brought, but never thought about giving back or taking responsibility!

Furthermore, if this young monk hadn't appeared at Sword Lake Palace, he and Zhong Ling would probably have lost their lives on the spot.

Thinking about this, an unprecedented sense of enlightenment and shame welled up in my heart.

Duan Yu suddenly realized his mistake and bowed deeply to Chen Mo, "Thank you so much for your guidance, Master!"

"It's Duan Yu who's pedantic and muddle-headed, blinded by a single leaf!"

Chen Mo nodded. "Since you know, then go back as soon as possible."