Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

On Shaoshi Mountain, Xuan Ji listened to the news coming from the foot of the mountain and sighed, "One thought can make you a Buddha, and one thought can make you a demon. Now the demons in the martial arts world are in power, restricting the Shaolin disciples and forbidding them from leaving the mountain no matter what."

Xuan Ku was a little worried and said, "But Brother Abbot, according to the news, Murong Longcheng is not far from Shaoshi Mountain. Will he come to our Shaolin?"

Xuan Ji frowned and said, "Xuan Du, select some disciples and take them to hide for the time being. Come back after Murong Longcheng leaves."

Xuan Du nodded, clasped his hands together and said, "Junior brother, I understand. I hope Murong Longcheng will not come to our Shaolin Temple because he previously took refuge there."

The next day, Xuan Du led a group of disciples and left Shaolin.

On the third day, Murong Longcheng brought a large group of people to the vicinity of Shaoshi Mountain.

Xuan Ji and Xuan Tong sat in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall, chanting scriptures and beating wooden fish, but the chanting was not as calm as usual, and the sound of the wooden fish was not as crisp and rhythmic as usual.

"Abbot, something bad has happened. Murong Longcheng has gone up the mountain."

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding ding dong dong!

Xuan Ji exerted force with his thumb, and the beads in his hand broke instantly, and the Buddhist beads fell to the ground.

"Senior brother, what should we do?" Xuan Tong asked.

Xuan Ji looked at the sweaty little monk and asked, "One person or many people?"

The young novice wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Abbot, there are so many people here. The road down the mountain is blocked, and there are many monks from other temples among them."

Xuan Ji sighed, "Amitabha, what is coming will eventually come, and there is no way to avoid it."

After that, he said to Xuan Tong: "Junior brother, take Senior Brother Xuan Cheng and some disciples and go into the secret passage to hide."

Xuan Tong did not move, and asked Xuan Ji: "Brother, let's go into the secret passage together to hide."

Chapter 342 Murong Longcheng Returns to Shaolin

Xuan Ji shook his head and said, "Junior brother, I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple and I represent the reputation of Shaolin Temple. You can hide, but I cannot.

If I choose to hide, then the reputation of Shaolin that has lasted for hundreds of years will be gone. How can I be worthy of my teacher and the Buddha?"

Xuan lamented, "Brother, even if your reputation is gone, as long as the legacy is still there, as long as you are still there, you can slowly accumulate it over time. But if you are gone, then everything is gone."

Xuan Ji remained unmoved and said, “That’s why I asked Junior Brother Xuan Du and Junior Brother Xuan Ku to take the disciples down the mountain.

Now that Murong Longcheng is here, you should take Senior Brother Xuancheng and some disciples into the secret passage to hide.

As long as you are here, Shaolin will still exist. I am nothing more than a convert, becoming his puppet."

Xuan cried out in grief, "This is karma. In the past, Shaolin used Buddhist teachings to convert others, but it was only to subtly guide them towards Buddhahood. But now, it is others' turn to use their artistic conception to forcibly convert us."

Xuan Ji didn't respond and said, "Go ahead. Senior Brother Xuan Cheng is ready to practice now, but his time is too short and his realm is too low. It's useless to stay."

Xuan sighed painfully, knowing that he could not afford to delay any longer, so he turned around with tears in his eyes and left quickly.

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In the main hall, under the gaze of the Buddha, Xuan Ji led the remaining disciples to sit cross-legged in the hall and chant scriptures.

An old monk who was older and more aged than Xuan Ji was also beside him. He was Xuan Cheng.

Xuan Ji originally asked him to hide, but he was unwilling to do so and wanted to stay and experience Murong Longcheng's "compassionate mood".

Xuan Ji had no choice but to follow his senior brother's wish.

Murong Longcheng and his men surrounded the Shaolin Temple, and then walked into the temple alone.

"Xuan Ji, Xuan Cheng, why are you the only ones here? Where are the others?"

Murong Longcheng, wearing a bright yellow five-clawed dragon robe, asked with an unhappy look in his eyes.

Xuan Ji clasped his hands together, looked at Murong Longcheng, whose appearance had changed drastically, and said, "Amitabha, Mr. Murong, your obsession is too deep, you have become possessed by the devil.

You once meditated and gained enlightenment in Shaolin, so why are you like this now? Why not let it go and pick up the Buddhist scriptures again, using the Dharma to purify your obsessions?"

"Hahaha..." Murong Longcheng laughed wildly, and then said: "Xuan Ji, you are talking to me about Buddhism? I understand Buddhism better than you; I understand Buddhist scriptures better than you; I also understand Buddhist martial arts better than you.

You said I was possessed by a demon, so am I a demon? Look at what this is."

After Murong Longcheng finished speaking, golden light flashed all over his body. A four-inch golden body of Buddha wrapped around Murong Longcheng, making him look like the Buddha descended to the earth.

Xuan Ji, Xuan Cheng and the other Shaolin monks who stayed behind were horrified when they saw the Dharma image on Murong Longcheng's body.

"Golden Body Dharma Image, you actually condensed the Golden Body Dharma Image?" Xuan Ji exclaimed.

There are descriptions of the golden body in the Shaolin records. It is said that after Bodhidharma faced the wall in the Bodhidharma Cave for nine years, golden light shone from the cave.

Later, when Bodhidharma walked out of the Bodhidharma Cave, a ten-foot-tall golden body appeared behind him.

But since Bodhidharma, no one has reached the realm of understanding the Dharma.

Xuan Cheng was also inexplicably surprised and subconsciously asked, "Is this really the Golden Body Dharma Image?"

Murong Longcheng glanced at Xuan Cheng, not paying attention at first, but suddenly he focused and said, "Hey, you little monk can actually practice? Are your meridians healed?"

When Xuan Cheng went astray and lost all his skills, he was in the Sutra Library. Later, seeing how depressed Xuan Cheng was, he tried to enlighten him.

At that time, his meridians were directly burst by the uncontrolled true qi, and his dantian was also damaged. This kind of injury is very difficult to recover.

Afterwards, Xuan Cheng gradually accepted the fact that he could not practice cultivation, and studied Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Library.

Xuan Cheng clasped his hands together and bowed, saying, "Amitabha, I haven't thanked Benefactor Murong for his guidance. If it weren't for your guidance, I wouldn't have been able to come out of this so easily.

As for my cultivation, I mainly practiced the Three Channels and Seven Chakras martial arts of Tianzhu."

Murong Longcheng nodded. It was understandable that the martial arts of Tianzhu and the Central Plains had some differences in the meridians.

Murong Longcheng said no more and said loudly: "Am I still a demon now? If I am a demon, then what is Buddha? I got all these magical powers from Buddhist scriptures.

My method of converting people also comes from Buddhism. Now, do you think I am a demon or a Buddha?"

Xuan Ji and Xuan Cheng were speechless, but Xuan Cheng still said: "Although Mr. Murong has cultivated Buddhist magical powers, his heart is not pure, so he can't be considered a true Buddha.

Possessing Buddhist magical powers, yet acting like a demon, he has already strayed from the original purpose of Buddhism."

"Hahaha..." Murong Longcheng laughed, "Sure enough, it's the same old thing. I've been in Shaolin for over thirty years and I'm tired of hearing it.

I know many of you monks have taken refuge in the tunnels, but I don't care. I'll show you the true means of salvation."

Murong Longcheng came directly under the Buddha statue, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and golden light appeared on his body. A golden Buddha statue appeared, which complemented the golden body of the Buddha behind him.

Many monks of lower realms felt a powerful pressure and could not help but kneel down to worship, but when they knelt down, they were no longer forced but took the initiative.

The sound of Murong Longcheng chanting became louder and louder, and the Buddha's light became more and more dazzling. The monks who stayed behind knelt down one after another.

"Wake up!!" Xuan Ji's voice resounded throughout the hall like a huge bell. Some people woke up, but they fell into confusion in an instant.

Xuan Ji used the Great Compassion Palm to attack Murong Longcheng who was sitting cross-legged. He felt sad in his heart, and the power of his palm was much stronger than usual.

clang! !

Xuan Ji slapped Buddha Jin with one palm, but Murong Longcheng did not move at all, and the words in his mouth did not stop.

"How dare you attack the Buddha..."

"The true Buddha has descended upon the world, and you dare not attack him instead of kneeling to greet him..."

Xuan Ji looked at the monks who were scolding him, and for a moment he felt grief-stricken and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Devil, devil, the real devil..." Xuan Ji pointed at Murong Longcheng, feeling sad in his heart.

Xuan Cheng sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Junior brother, please leave quickly. Although there are many people at the foot of the mountain, they cannot stop you."

"I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple. How can I escape from Shaolin?" After Xuan Ji said this, he sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting scriptures to himself.

However, the sutra he chanted was the Diamond Sutra, which was different from the one Murong Longcheng chanted.

But no matter how loudly he chanted, it could not affect Murong Longcheng at all.

Murong Longcheng recited scriptures, and the compassionate mood blessed him, and the wishes contributed by those who believed in him devoutly also emerged.

Suddenly, Xuan Ji's chanting became weaker and weaker, and countless voices filled with compassion whispered in his ears to seduce him.

The desire to resist in his heart became weaker and weaker until it stopped. After struggling for a long time, Xuan Ji, an early stage Grandmaster, actually began to recite the same scriptures as Murong Longcheng.

More than a month had passed since the incident on Xishan Island. Murong Longcheng pondered deeply and, combining it with the Buddhist scriptures he had read in Shaolin, he had a preliminary understanding of the role of vows.

The power of the wishes of sentient beings can not only improve their cultivation, but also call upon the power of their compassionate state of mind to enhance the effect of salvation.

In the past, he could not convert people at the Grandmaster level unless his spiritual consciousness entered their brains. But now, after preliminary experiments, seeing Xuan Ji being affected, he felt a little satisfied.

But at this moment, a bigger surprise followed.

Chapter 343 Murong Longcheng's Power Increases

The Buddha statue behind him actually also emitted wiles of wish power. As these wish powers came, his golden body became more solid and the Buddha's light became more powerful.

Murong Longcheng kept talking, but his mind was staring at the Buddha statue. This Buddha statue had been worshipped for countless years, and there was actually a huge amount of power accumulated in it.

Murong Longcheng was pleasantly surprised and continued to absorb the power of the wish. His power gradually grew, his golden body gradually became stronger, and the bewitching voice became more and more intense.

After persisting for a long time, Xuan Cheng, who had studied Buddhism devoutly for many years, gradually became unable to resist and was finally influenced by the Buddhist sound.

Murong Longcheng's voice became louder and louder, and his momentum became more and more powerful. After an hour, it seemed to have reached a critical point.

Finally, he tried to use these wishes. With the mobilization of countless people's wishes, the spiritual energy of the entire Shaoshi Mountain rushed into his body frantically. An hour later, Murong Longcheng's cultivation level actually returned to the late stage of Grandmaster.

"Hahaha..." Murong Longcheng laughed, "So the power of vows can have this effect?"

Under the control of his compassionate mindset, these complex wishes can actually forcibly change the balance between the human body and the outside world.

Now the energy in his body is higher than that in the outside world, and he can mobilize the power of will without leaking it out. If he continues like this, as long as he absorbs enough power of will, then wouldn't he be able to become a god?

Even if Xiaoyaozi is still alive at that time, what will Murong Longcheng have to fear?

Murong Longcheng said in a loud voice: "Everyone, follow me down the mountain, unify this vast land, and restore our Great Yan Dynasty."

The monks in the hall clasped their hands together and said in unison: "We wish to respect the Buddha's will."

"Bang!!" A stone slab was lifted up behind the Buddha statue. It turned out that Xuan Tong and others who were hiding under the secret passage were also converted.

Murong Longcheng glanced around and found that many people were still missing. He asked, "Where are Xuan Du, Xuan Ku and the others?"

Xuan Ji clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha, I asked them to leave the mountain."

"Where did they go?" Murong Longcheng asked.

Xuan Ji replied without hesitation, "There is a Shaolin stronghold in the mountains fifty kilometers south of Shaoshi Mountain. Inside is a copy of our Shaolin martial arts and Buddhist scriptures. Junior Brother Xuan Du should be there."