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

The four shouted in unison, and four concentrated finger strikes, like sharp arrows, aimed at Chen Mo's limbs respectively.

But none of them were vital points; they were merely probing rather than harming the enemy.

A faint whooshing sound filled the air; the four finger strikes, though varying in strength, were all formidable.

Chen Mo's expression remained unchanged, and his hands were still clasped together.

With just a thought, the vast and harmonious energies of decay and prosperity within his body naturally flowed.

He did not use the Six Meridian Divine Sword, but instead incorporated the energy circulation method of the One Finger Divine Skill into his protective true qi.

Boo!

Boo!

Boo!

Boo!

The four soft sounds were like pebbles thrown into a deep pool, barely creating a ripple.

The four finger strikes, powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone, were annihilated by an invisible and intangible wall of energy just three feet before they reached Chen Mo.

How...how is this possible?!

The four masters' expressions darkened.

The four of them joined forces, and although they didn't go all out, they were by no means ordinary people who could so easily take the hit.

Moreover, the opponent remained completely still, relying solely on their protective inner energy...

"Four senior brothers, please make your move!"

Chen Mo smiled slightly.

The four of them exchanged glances, nodded, and simultaneously raised their power to its maximum.

Four thicker, more solid finger strikes shot out, aiming straight for Chen Mo's chest.

Chen Mo finally raised his right index finger and casually tapped it four times forward.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, only four extremely refined, almost imperceptible pale golden finger energies that arrived first after the opponent's attack.

The precise point was placed on the finger strength of the four masters.

"laugh--!"

Their combined full-force finger strikes vanished instantly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

However, Chen Mo's finger strike, still powerful, lightly touched the landscape stone a zhang away.

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

Four bottomless holes remain on the landscape stone.

The entire scene fell silent once again.

The four masters looked at each other, each seeing a complex mix of emotions in the other's eyes, such as bewilderment and frustration.

How the hell can we even compare?

They simply made a casual move, and it directly broke their full-force attack.

The exchange has ended.

The masters walked back to the Muni Hall in silence, their heads bowed, their spirits low, and they did not speak.

It turns out that the differences between people can be this great.

cough cough...

Chen Mo was a little at a loss. Had he really driven his senior brothers to despair?!

"Whoa—!"

With a loud shout, everyone's ears were ringing.

This is a supreme Buddhist practice called the Lion's Roar.

The voice contained extremely profound true energy, which had the effect of intimidating enemies and warning friends.

"Amitabha!"

Master Kurong spoke, his voice filled with undisguised satisfaction: "What kind of posture are you all adopting?"

"Look at you, so dejected! What kind of behavior is this!"

His gaze swept over his four dejected junior disciples. "Our Tianlong Temple has gained such a peerless talent, who has mastered the One-Finger Divine Skill in just one year!"

"This is a sign of Buddha's blessing and the temple's great prosperity!"

"As teachers and mentors, shouldn't we be overjoyed, instead of wallowing in self-pity?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and a rosy glow appeared on his face, which was half withered and half flourishing. "Having this disciple is a blessing for Ku Rong and for Tianlong Temple!"

"Our temple's martial arts heritage will surely be carried forward and shine for thousands of years in this young man's hands!"

Benyin and the others were awakened by Master Kurong's reprimand, and the shame on their faces faded slightly.

Yes, it is indeed a great joy for our Tianlong Temple to have such a worthy son.

As the saying goes, the Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves forward, and new people replace the old in the world.

Master Kurong nodded in satisfaction when he saw that they had figured it out, and then turned to look at Chen Mo.

With an encouraging look on his face, he said, "Benyan, your talent in the One-Finger Divine Skill is truly unparalleled throughout history."

"However, we must not be complacent because of this, and we still need to work hard on the 'Zen Kung Fu of Withering and Flourishing'."

"You must understand that internal energy cultivation is the foundation of martial arts. Only with a solid foundation can you reach your full potential. You absolutely must not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo interrupted him somewhat embarrassedly, "Master, may I interrupt you for a moment?"

He touched his nose and continued, "Actually... I have also been fortunate enough to break through to the 'neither withering nor flourishing' realm of the 'Zen of Withering and Flourishing'."

As he spoke, Chen Mo had a sudden thought and stopped trying to conceal his aura.

hum! ! !

A profound and mysterious aura of harmony, unity, and endless vitality naturally spread out.

At the same time, his strange appearance of being half-withered and half-prosperous faded away, revealing his true face.

His skin was smooth and his eyes were calm; he was not much different from any other handsome young man.

This is precisely the third level of the "Zen of Withering and Flourishing" – neither withering nor flourishing!

The two energies of decay and flourishing blend perfectly, cycling endlessly without leaving a trace.

"Huh? This?!"

The look of satisfaction, encouragement, and earnest instruction on Master Kurong's face froze instantly.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Mo, "Neither...withered nor flourishing?!"

A sudden surge of indescribable bitterness and a sense of absurdity welled up inside me.

Decades!

He sat in that state of 'half withered, half flourishing' for decades!

He practiced meditation and sought enlightenment day and night, tirelessly searching for that one chance to break through, almost exhausting his energy!

But this kid... this kid...

Master Kurong swayed twice. "Disciple, how about... you become my master from now on?"

After saying that, he, like Abbot Benyin, lowered his head dejectedly, looked at the ground, and remained silent.

Chen Mo: "..."

He looked at his master, who was deeply affected and in deep self-doubt.

And the senior students next to him who were still in a state of self-isolation, he felt like he had a huge headache.

This is terrible! Not only have my fellow disciples become withdrawn, but even my master's Dao heart has been shattered!

Chapter 10 Sword Pointing at Oiranji Temple

After an incense stick has burned.

Master Kurong had the highest level of enlightenment and a more open-minded nature.

He exhaled a long breath, looked up at Chen Mo, and a complex, indescribable smile appeared on his face, which eventually returned to calm.

"Amitabha!"

His voice had returned to its usual calm, but with a hint of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and regret), "It was I who was attached to appearances!"

"Being fixated on superficial cultivation is actually a lower level of achievement."

He looked at Ben and the others, "You also need to understand that talent is predetermined and cannot be forced."

"Our Tianlong Temple has such a unicorn child, which is a blessing accumulated over many lifetimes."

"As teachers and mentors, we should do our utmost to support them, help them grow, and protect them."

Upon hearing this, the shame on the faces of Abbot Benyin and the others gradually faded.

Yes, no matter how extraordinary Chen Mo is, he is still a disciple of their Tianlong Temple, their junior brother.

His strength is simply a reflection of the strength of Tenryu-ji Temple!

Once they understood this, the sense of frustration in the hearts of the masters vanished instantly.

"Uncle-Master is right!"

Bencan slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "With Junior Brother Benyan here, what kind of bullshit Great Wheel King Kumārajīva is that?!"

"If he dares to bare his teeth when he comes to our door in three months, I, Junior Brother Yan, won't even need to get up. I'll just sit there and unleash a few sword strikes to knock him down!"

As he spoke, he began to gesticulate wildly, as if he could see Kumārajīva being rubbed on the ground.

Thinking of that scene, Abbot Benyin and the others couldn't help but laugh.

Even Master Kurong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a relaxed smile.