Chapter 52: Dharma uses all things, flowing through the six voids

Half a month later.

During this period, the head of the Four Great Evils, known as the number one villain in the world, nicknamed "Evil-Doing to the Extreme," provoked the Duan Clan of Dali and kidnapped their Zhennan Prince Heir to Wanjie Valley, causing quite a stir in the martial arts world.

Fortunately, "Evil-Doing to the Extreme" retreated afterward, and the Zhennan Prince Heir, who was born in the Duan Clan of Dali but did not know martial arts at all, was safe and sound.

On this day, a young monk walked into the densely populated Dali City.

He looked around and saw that the streets were paved with bluestone, the markets were prosperous, and at the end of a straight large stone road stood countless magnificent palaces, which was the Imperial Palace of Dali.

He wandered aimlessly in the city. When he found an inn to eat a vegetarian meal, he heard the martial arts people around him talking about the Tibetan National Master, the Great Wheel Bright King, sending a visiting card to Tianlong Temple, and it was now the agreed day.

Not long after.

A young monk, dressed in white as snow, walked out of Dali City and hurried to the north of Yuefeng Peak of Cangshan Mountain.

The formal name of Tianlong Temple is Chong Sheng Temple. Because of the habitual calling of the people of Dali, it is called Tianlong Temple.

Since the ancestors of the Duan Clan who were emperors often abdicated to become monks and became monks in Tianlong Temple, this temple is also the family temple of the Dali Imperial Family, and it is also the most honorable among the temples in Dali.

And this temple, with its back to Cangshan Mountain and facing Erhai Lake, has three pagodas, seven buildings, nine halls, and a hundred mansions. It is large in scale and magnificent in construction. Few Buddhist holy places in the Central Plains can compare with it.

At this moment, a Zen room in the temple called Muni Hall was very lively.

Five withered, burly, and old monks were confronting a middle-aged Tibetan monk in yellow robes who was less than fifty years old.

"This monk's roots are dull, and I have not been able to penetrate the life and death of love and hatred. I only ask for the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' of your temple, to burn it for my old friend Murong of Gusu, so as to keep the promise of the past."

"These three volumes of martial arts secrets are all handwritten by Mr. Murong. They are three unique skills of Shaolin Temple: 'Flower-Plucking Finger,' 'Daluo Leaf Finger,' and 'Wuxiang Tribulation Finger'."

"It is said that stones from other hills can be used to polish jade. If your temple learns them, it will definitely be of great help to the 'One Yang Finger' you practice."

"This monk is now willing to exchange these three strange books for the Six Meridian Divine Sword Treasure Scripture of your temple. Please allow it, Great Masters."

The Tibetan monk, who was Jiumozhi, spoke kindly, humbly, and politely.

Except for the oldest monk with a strange appearance of half-withered and half-thriving on his face, the others, such as the Abbot of Tianlong Temple, Benyin, and his junior brothers Benguan, Benxiang, and Bencan, showed signs of being moved in their eyes, but they also showed hesitation, as if they did not know whether to exchange or not.

"Three skills for one skill, this business is done, and this monk doesn't know why, but I feel the Bright King is too at a loss."

A young monk appeared silently in the Zen room. He had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and looked at Jiumozhi:

"Although Abbot Benyin is the Abbot of Tianlong Temple, Kurong Dashi is the one who can truly make the decision. Just because these few people can't even practice the 'One Yang Finger' to a profound level, do you think Kurong Dashi will exchange with the Bright King?"

"Little Master should not be a monk of Tianlong Temple, right?"

The moment Jiumozhi saw the young monk, his heart trembled, and he always felt that some danger was approaching him.

Zhuang Buran's smile grew stronger:

"This monk has a great connection with the Bright King. The temple where the unique skills you hold come from is the place where I became a monk."

Suddenly, the Zen room was silent. Benyin and the others could not help but show a trace of embarrassment on their faces. Although the transaction of martial arts exchange had not been completed, it was inevitable that they felt guilty.

Jiumozhi's face was as usual, still in a kind and humble posture:

"At such an age, Little Master can actually leave the temple and go down the mountain. You must be a young high monk. Thinking back to when I was ten years old, I was still a little novice monk doing chores in the temple."

"Bright King, the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' is nothing more than a skill that uses the finger force of the 'One Yang Finger' to transform into sword qi, using intangible qi swords to fight the enemy. It does look magical, but it really can't be called a supreme martial art."

Zhuang Buran said rather lazily:

"This monk recently created a martial art. The more I hear about the prestige of the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword,' the more I feel it is nothing more than that. It is truly a sin, a sin."

Bencan, who was burly, heard this and said coldly:

"May I ask the dharma name of the Shaolin high monk? Your sect's various unique skills are unfathomable, but our sect's unique learning is not something that can be easily insulted."

Jiumozhi also said:

"Little Master, is it a bit too arrogant? The 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' is purely based on internal energy to use intangible sword qi. If it is just like this, this skill is indeed not how magical and brilliant it is. But using one person's internal energy to simultaneously use the six meridian sword qi, the sword is as fast as lightning, fierce and unparalleled, and can be used crosswise, coming and going, endlessly. How can human power block it?"

"Dharma name Xu Zhu." The young monk stood with his hands behind his back:

"A monk does not tell lies. If you don't believe it, you can try it."

"Then this monk will offend you first."

Bencan did not want to use his full strength, causing injury to the Shaolin disciples and damaging the harmony between the two sects, so he sat down on the spot, operated his internal energy, and stretched out his left little finger. A stream of qi shot out from the Shaochong acupoint.

Suddenly, force like flowing water appeared around Zhuang Buran's body, weaving into a net, like a close-fitting armor, flowing freely from face to foot.

He only saw the intangible sword qi hitting the young monk's chest, like a drop of water merging into the sea, unable to stir up half a ripple.

"There are eight kinds of natural forces in heaven and earth: heaven, earth, mountain, marsh, wind, thunder, water, and fire. If you learn this skill of mine, you can use these eight forces to control all things in heaven and earth. It can be said that Dharma uses all things, flowing through the six voids."

Zhuang Buran smiled:

"Therefore, this skill of this monk is called 'Zhouliu Six Voids Technique,' and what is displayed now is the Wuxiang Water Armor in the Zhouliu Water Force. Neither swords, spears, bows, nor arrows can hurt me."

This kind of martial art, which is like immortal sorcery, made most people's pupils shrink. Only Bencan did not believe in evil. He thought that if he sat still, he would be unable to exert the power of the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword.'

He immediately stood up, walked three steps diagonally to the right, and the internal energy of his left little finger attacked diagonally from right to left.

The young monk still stood with his hands behind his back, but he saw Bencan, with a subtle change of coming and going, attacking his whole body one after another. But he found that even if he used sword qi to hit all the major death acupoints, he could not break this layer of water armor, and finally had to give up and stand still.

"This time, this monk's learning is not refined. However, I only learned one of the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword,' which is not my temple's treasure, not as good as the martial art you created."

"It doesn't matter if you lie to this monk, but don't lie to yourself." Zhuang Buran said indifferently:

"This trip to Tianlong Temple is only to see if the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' is worthy of its name. Now that I see it, it is really as I expected."

He paused, shaking his head rather helplessly:

"It's just an ordinary martial art."

"You..."

Not only did Bencan's face turn colder, but just as Benguan and Benxiang were preparing to attack, they saw the young monk stretch out his left little finger and use the Shaoze Sword from the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword.'

The sword qi hit the ground, and the floor suddenly appeared a deep pit without bottom.

Then he stretched out his right thumb and hit the Shaoshang sword qi, and his right index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger stretched out one after another. The Shangyang sword qi, Zhongchong sword qi, Guanchong sword qi, and Shaochong sword qi were all displayed in front of everyone.

After the demonstration, the floor around the young monk also became pitted.

"A martial art that you can learn at a glance, what is magical and brilliant, and what is supreme."

"This 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' must first practice the 'One Yang Finger.' How can you display it?" Abbot Benyin asked in great horror:

"And, you only looked at the Shaoze sword qi, how did you learn all six meridian sword qi?"

"Hehe, this monk knows autumn by seeing one leaf. Is this hard to understand?"

Zhuang Buran chuckled and turned his eyes to Jiumozhi, with a playful look on the corner of his mouth:

"Anyway, I am also a Shaolin disciple. You take the martial arts of my sect to exchange for other people's martial arts. Do you have to give an explanation?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 53 =====