Chapter 787: Monk exits seclusion, Ape God benefits

There was only one Heaven-Human Jiang Zongshi in the entire Pingyang Prefecture; it went without saying who had entered the Yaolong Wu Sheng realm.

Amidst the vast Qi, there was an even more vast flavor of Buddhist Dharma.

King Yue recalled slightly.

Since obtaining the Blood Bodhi until now.

Nearly two years.

Not slow.

"He was originally a person with deep accumulation..."

"Grandfather!" Wen Wen Shi Yun ran into the study excitedly.

"Little Stone!" King Yue put down the book and hugged Wen Wen Shi Yun, "What made you think of coming to find Grandfather?"

"I haven't been to Master's house for a long, long time! My father asked me to come and ask Grandfather if we should go to Master's house to pay a New Year's call in February."

"Does Stone want to go?"

"I want to!"

"Want to ride the big dog, want to pay a New Year's call?"

"I want both!"

"Hahaha," King Yue laughed loudly, "Tell your father to pack up and prepare; we'll go tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

Wen Wen Shi Yun was slightly surprised.

King Yue raised his hand to close Wen Wen Shi Yun's open jaw.

"We aren't going to pay a New Year's call; we are going to spend the New Year at your Master's house!"

Jianghuai Great Marsh.

Several Demon Kings all gained perception.

Toad King put down the chain-link square, sat up straight, and the big turtle stretched its long neck.

Nanzhili.

"Buddhist Arhat?"

Liang Residence.

Everyone felt the vast wind and vast vitality of the Yaolong realm.

It was as if the sun had set on the mortal world, and stars had fallen on the wilderness.

The warmth of the spring breeze and the morning sun drove away the gloom of the cold winter completely!

Liang Qu felt even warmer, his whole body burning like fire!

Anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

Cleansing the marrow and cutting the tendons!

Gushing golden light, manifesting a golden person, condensing five limbs, floating five phases, draping precious clothes, looking like a living person, with a solemn appearance.

This was the seven phases of the Golden Body of the "Dragon-Subduing and Tiger-Taming Vajra Art." Cultivating the seven phases meant "completeness." After that, further cultivation would only result in differences in the size of the "completeness."

The Dragon-Tiger Golden Body was superior to the Golden Body without departing from it, and the cultivation method was the same.

Liang Qu had always hovered at the fifth phase, unable to open the sixth phase for a long time. On one hand, cultivation became harder the further one went; on the other hand, his investment in the Golden Body was not as frequent as before. Suddenly obtaining the old monk's golden light, he actually leaped across two phases, completely completing the shaping of the Golden Body!

With the Golden Body completely shaped, it naturally had the miraculous effect of cleansing the marrow and cutting the tendons!

Crackle, crackle.

Bones exploded.

The great tendons all over his body jumped like coiling dragons, and the snow water around the meditation cushion melted.

Not only that.

The golden light echoed with the golden seed.

The buried Golden Body seed expanded several times, erupting with light, almost showing signs of taking root!

In the Hunting Tiger realm, it was almost impossible to nourish a divine ability seed to this state!

In the future, whenever he consumed Qi to manifest the Golden Body divine ability, it would definitely be several times stronger than those who had just entered the Jiang Zongshi realm!

It wasn't over yet.

The old monk reached out and grabbed.

Fubo broke through the window and fell straight into his palm.

He spun a spear flower, gripped the spear shaft in the middle, and twisted his hands in opposite directions.

Crack, crack, crack!

Wood chips cracked, revealing the spear core in the middle.

With the power of a Wu Sheng, even if Fubo was exceptionally tough, it would inevitably suffer damage. However, the old monk's sudden action was definitely not to destroy a fine spiritual weapon.

The golden light surged like water, wrapping around the spiritual weapon.

The spear suddenly trembled violently at the head and tail, like a fresh big fish caught on shore!

Hum!

Crimson light permeated the spear body, and the air was scorched by heat waves, twisting into layers of ripples.

In the blink of an eye.

The crimson Fubo actually began to flow like liquid!

Everyone stared intently.

Fubo was originally a fierce tiger spear, with a sharp spear blade spitting out from the tiger's mouth. As it flowed, it actually faintly turned into the appearance of a dragon head!

No.

That's not right.

Looking closely again.

The dragon head turned back into a tiger head!

The red light was dazzling, switching repeatedly between dragon and tiger, and a mysterious feeling surged into their hearts.

Looking directly at the sharp light, even the Grandmasters in the courtyard couldn't help but feel their eyes sore. "Mysterious weapon?" Xu Wenzhu's pupils shrank sharply, "Wu Sheng 'Self-Nature'?"

"What is 'Self-Nature'?" Long Eying asked.

Not only Long Eying, but half of the Grandmasters also cast their gazes over.

"Entering the Galloping Horse realm from the Siguan generates mysterious spiritual Qi to open the apertures; entering Yaolong from Perfected Form is also different." Xu Wenzhu stared unblinkingly, observing and explaining, "Have you ever heard of the saying of a martial artist's 'Root'?"

Everyone nodded.

They naturally knew about this.

The stronger one's own "Root," the relatively weaker the external "Root," so sword slashes and axe chops could not harm the body, and drowning or burning could not destroy it.

It belonged to a high-level theory.

In orthodox cultivation, the first step is to read similar general outlines.

"Human cultivation, no matter what method or means are used, is all about cultivating one's own 'Root' and severing the boundary between 'Self' and 'External.'

The 'Root' of a Yaolong Wu Sheng is so vast, like a grain of sand in living water; any movement creates 'turbulent currents,' so it can be captured by people and is difficult to move rashly.

When entering Yaolong from Perfected Form, at the moment of transformation, one's own 'Root' will give birth to 'Self-Nature.' Just like the mysterious spiritual Qi when entering Galloping Horse from the Siguan, it only appears when breaking through. Most Martial Saints will use it on their own weapons to refine them into mysterious weapons!"

Everyone suddenly realized and understood the scene before them and what the golden light was about earlier.

The "Self-Nature" of the old monk's promotion to Wu Sheng!

He had divided a portion of the amount that should have been refined into a mysterious weapon and gave it to Liang Qu and Fubo!

What an opportunity!

Xu Yuelong felt envious.

Even a biological son wouldn't get this!

Breaking through to Wu Sheng.

Either like the Dragon-Elephant Wu Sheng, advancing irresistibly, but such a genius would never divide their "Self-Nature" to their descendants.

In the struggle for the Great Dao, one should just go far oneself; why care about descendants?

Or they have deep accumulation, mostly over a hundred years old, with descendants all over the place, and would even less be infatuated with one child.

The scene before them.

Was something that could be met but not sought!

"How strong will this brat be when he promotes to Jiang Zongshi?"

Xu Yuelong was curious.

Realm is like length, accumulation of foundation is like thickness.

Liang Qu defeated Haruhan in the Imperial Capital, and his own accumulation was already very "thick"—"thick" to the point that not to mention spatial territory, even in time, it was a level where one wouldn't see one in decades or several generations. Now, obtaining another wave of Wu Sheng "Self-Nature"... he is not human!

Xu Wenzhu stared at Fubo's reshaping.

The old monk had cut off the "Self" in the "Self-Nature," leaving only the "Nature," so as not to tamper with the master of the spiritual weapon. Similarly, he had not given all the "Self-Nature," but the portion was definitely not small.

If this missing part wasn't used to forge one's own mysterious weapon, and one had to rely on slow nourishment to make up for it, the gap would be at least decades!

A difference of one point, a weakness of one point.

He was actually willing...

Drizzling water droplets dripped from the eaves, as if winter had passed and spring had come, and flowers were blooming.

The heat in the courtyard gradually dissipated.

The reshaped Fubo looked the same, even more restrained, yet no one dared to underestimate it.

Not to mention a mysterious weapon, at the very least it had to be a "little mysterious weapon."

Back then, Xu Yuelong and Wei Lin had carried two mysterious weapons on their shoulders and wiped out a branch of the Ghost Mother Sect!

Backhanding Fubo into the ground, the old monk twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, pressed one palm together, recited the Buddhist scriptures silently, and guided all the remaining "Self-Nature" into it.

The Buddhist beads shone with brilliant golden light, rushing straight to the sky.

The scriptures all over the sky manifested into golden characters and symbols, circling and flowing, infinitely shrinking and branding onto the twelve Buddhist beads, changing their essence.

Such means...

The people in the courtyard didn't understand but felt it was powerful, unable to comprehend anything, but just this unique vision opened today would be of great benefit to their future lives!

A long time passed.

Liang Qu sat cross-legged to digest, the old monk stopped chanting, his face showing exhaustion.

"I have troubled you all to protect the Dharma. I still need to stabilize my realm, so I cannot entertain you..."

"It's no trouble, Great Master, please rest."

Everyone spoke one after another.

The old monk thanked them one by one.

"As for the villagers outside the door, I also trouble you all to invite them back."

"Great Master, rest assured."

Su Guishan took on the task.

Watching the old monk return to his room, Xu Yuelong walked out quickly and pushed open the big gate.

Whoosh!

A faint sweat-acid smell drifted into his nostrils, and various emotions of joy, respect, and awe squeezed into his eyes.

Outside the big gate.

A sea of heads moved, thousands of villagers gathered, craning their necks to look, extending along the bluestone street all the way to the end of the horizon.

"Magnificent."

Xu Yuelong sighed.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 788 =====