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

His master, Master Kurong, was sitting in the main seat. To his left was his senior brother, Abbot Benyin, and to his right were his other three senior brothers, Bencan, Benxiang, and Benguan.

"My disciple."

"Junior Brother Benyan."

"Junior Brother Benyan has arrived."

Seeing this, Chen Mo realized that all the high-ranking members of Tianlong Temple were here, so something big must have happened.

He walked into the hall and respectfully bowed to Master Kurong, Abbot Benyin, and several others.

"Disciple Chen Mo greets Master, Abbot, and all senior disciples."

Master Kurong nodded slightly, signaling him to stand up.

Abbot Benyin informed Chen Mo in detail about the upcoming arrival of the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva.

Oh?

Kumārajīva?!

Upon hearing the familiar name, a glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes; he had almost forgotten about this matter.

I've heard that Tibetan Buddhism, the national religion of Tibet, has a long history and a profound foundation in martial arts.

As the national teacher of the Tibetan Kingdom, and given his passion for martial arts, Kumārajīva must have amassed a vast collection of martial arts manuals.

If we could collect all the martial arts techniques he has collected, we could probably get a lot of martial arts points.

Based solely on his signature move, the "Flame Blade," it should fall into the category of ultimate martial arts.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo felt a surge of excitement.

"Junior brother?"

Seeing that Chen Mo's expression was unusual, Abbot Benyin asked him.

Chen Mo snapped out of his daze and immediately said seriously, "Master, fellow disciples."

"This matter concerns the reputation of my Tenryu Temple for hundreds of years, let's just take them down!"

"Cough cough..."

Master Kurong coughed lightly, "Disciple, that is true, but you should still be careful with your words."

He paused, then continued, "I called you here today not for any other reason than to let you also comprehend the Six Meridians Divine Sword."

As he spoke, he took out a scroll from behind the futon and handed it to Chen Mo.

"Although you haven't reached the threshold to cultivate the Six Meridians Divine Sword, it will be beneficial for you to familiarize yourself with it in advance."

Chen Mo took it, opened the scroll, and found that the silk surface had turned a yellowish-brown color due to the passage of time.

The silk is decorated with a picture of a naked man, with acupoints marked on his body and the pathways of the six meridians drawn in red and black lines.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host, on acquiring the ultimate martial art—"Six Meridian Divine Sword"!]

[Reward: 6000 Martial Arts Points!]

hiss!

Upon hearing the system notification, Chen Mo gasped in shock; he had struck it rich.

Just as he was feeling happy, Master Kurong's voice rang out again, "Disciple, this 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' is not a real sword!"

"Therefore, the finger force of 'One Finger Divine Skill' is transformed into sword energy, which has substance but no form, and is a kind of invisible sword energy."

"The so-called six meridians refer to the six meridians of the hand, namely the Taiyin Lung Meridian, the Jueyin Pericardium Meridian, the Shaoyin Heart Meridian, the Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian, the Yangming Stomach Meridian, and the Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian."

He paused, "This corresponds to the six sword techniques: Shaoze Sword, Zhongchong Sword, Shangyang Sword, Shaochong Sword, Guanchong Sword, and Shaoshang Sword!"

At this point, Master Kurong sighed deeply, "The Six Meridians Divine Sword should have been used by one person simultaneously, wielding the six meridians of sword energy."

"It's a pity that the martial arts of my Tianlong Temple have declined, and there are no more..."

call out!

Chen Mo pointed out, and an incomparably powerful sword aura burst forth, shooting straight towards the palace pillar with earth-shattering force!

"boom--!"

A hole suddenly appeared in the pillar, its edges as smooth as a mirror.

"Master, this should be the Shaoshang Sword from the Six Meridians Divine Sword, right?!"

He withdrew his finger and asked, feigning confusion.

To be honest, this technique is not too complicated for someone like Chen Mo who has mastered the One Finger Divine Skill.

One only requires extremely deep internal energy.

Another requirement is to open up the meridians needed to cultivate the "Six Meridians Divine Sword".

Given these two conditions, you can use it fluently with just a lot of practice.

Of course, this diligent practice only applies to ordinary geniuses.

Chen Mo is not in this category.

In the original novel, Duan Yu possessed both of these qualities: he memorized the operating route of the Six Meridian Divine Sword and was able to unleash it instantly.

Because he wasn't very skilled, his use of the Six Meridian Divine Sword was inconsistent.

what? !

The entire Muni Temple fell into a deathly silence.

The abbot's prayer beads fell to the ground with a clatter.

Ben Guan and Ben Xiang stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, unable to utter a word.

Ben Can suddenly stood up, his finger trembling slightly as he pointed at Chen Mo.

Even Master Kurong's face, which was half withered and half flourishing, showed a noticeable change for the first time.

He stared intently at the sword hole in the pillar, his voice trembling with disbelief, "You...when did you master that?!"

Chen Mo scratched his head and chuckled, "While looking at the picture just now, I suddenly had a sudden inspiration, so I tried circulating my inner energy..."

"Huh? You can figure it out just by looking at the picture?!"

The five eminent monks exclaimed in unison, their faces filled with shock. This kid's talent was terrifying!

Apart from Master Kurong, who was able to accept it more quickly, others who rarely saw Chen Mo reacted even more strongly!

"wrong."

Abbot Benyin immediately sensed something was wrong. "The prerequisite for practicing the Six Meridian Divine Sword is that you must have mastered the One Finger Divine Skill to the fourth rank."

"You've only been practicing martial arts for a year at most, how could you possibly have mastered the One Finger Divine Skill to the fourth rank?!"

Upon hearing this, the other deans nodded in agreement.

It should be noted that it took them decades to barely reach the fourth level of the One Finger Divine Skill.

Chen Mo spread his hands and said, "Fellow senior brothers, you have misunderstood. My 'One Finger Divine Skill' is not at the fourth level."

"Not a fourth-rank official?!"

Ben Can shouted loudly, "How could one possibly master the Six Meridians Divine Sword if they weren't at the fourth rank?!"

"Cough cough..."

Chen Mo coughed lightly, "It's not fourth rank, it's just that I recently reached the first rank!"

He was a little embarrassed, as he had originally planned to inform his master and fellow disciples later.

Now it's all good, no need to be late.

Chapter 9 The collective Dao Heart was broken

First-class realm?!

hiss!

The five high monks gasped instantly, a chill running down their spines and straight to the top of their heads.

Even the usually composed Master Kurong couldn't help but change his expression drastically!

One year!

In just one year!

He cultivated the One Finger Divine Skill to the legendary first-grade level!

What is this concept?

After decades of arduous training, even the most accomplished master, Ku Rong, had only reached the third rank, making him a rare expert in the martial arts world.

But this kid in front of them actually accomplished something they could never achieve in their entire lives in less than a fraction of the time they took!

Abbot Benyin took several deep breaths to make his voice sound steady.

"Junior brother...this matter is truly shocking..."

"This matter is of great importance...how about we... have a friendly spar?"

To be honest, he was hesitant to believe what Chen Mo said and needed to verify it himself.

That's the highest level of skill; apart from Duan Siping, the creator of "One Finger Zen," no one else has been able to reach that level.

Chen Mo nodded.

Talk is cheap; if he doesn't show some real skill, his fellow disciples won't believe him.

Soon, everyone moved to a spacious area outside the hall.

The four eminent monks, Benyin, Benguan, Benxiang, and Bencan, stood in a semi-circle.

Their expressions were solemn as they circulated their internal energy, extending their right index and middle fingers together.

A layer of warm, jade-like white luster gradually appeared on my fingertips.

"Junior Brother Benyan, be careful."