With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 548 - 503: Benefactor, You Are Destined for My Buddh

ng Chuan heard and the master emphasized at the end:

[Alright, handle it well yourself, don’t ss it up again. I still haven’t settled the matter of attracting lightning at Wudang with you, be more steady this ti.]

[...Understood.]

He hadn’t ntioned being struck by the True Martial lightning in order not to worry his master.

Surely, Uncle Master Zhao reported it to the master!

[I’ve contacted Bai Bao Mage for you; when you go up the mountain, head to the "Yuetai Garden" behind the Thousand Buddha Hall first; he’ll arrange your Shaolin itinerary.]

[Got it.]

[I’m hanging up, rember to be polite; Bai Bao Mage is a Divine Monk of Shaolin, a top Celestial King - he must not be neglected.]

After hanging up the phone, Luo Guanyun felt quite lancholic.

"Old already..."

Feels like in a few years, I’ll really be useless...

The disciple’s strength is improving too quickly.

Now at Second Limit, he can confront the toxic Celestial Demon without a scratch.

On the day he becos a Martial Arts Master, he will likely surpass the version of myself that first t him in the martial hall...

Recalling ng Chuan’s stubborn look while practicing National Righteous Fist at that ti made chuckle.

Thinking about the present...

Luo Guanyun sincerely sighed:

Ti truly flies, the years pass swiftly...

...

Ti flowed slowly.

Outside Shaoshi Mountain.

This is the outer mountain of the Zen Sect, and people co in an endless stream to pay their respects.

Upon seeing ng Chuan, many requested to take photos with him.

In their eyes, taking a morable photo with the famous "ng Shen".

Not only can be posted on social dia to show off but is also a bragging right during future drinking sessions.

"My child watched your demon-vanquishing video at the airport at least eight hundred tis, and I watched it several tis, it was so impressive!"

"You are my child’s idol. If I take this photo back, he’ll surely cry asking why he wasn’t brought along, haha."

The crowd’s enthusiasm overwheld, wanting photos, ng Chuan mostly agreed.

Taking a pic doesn’t delay much ti.

After the fan eting.

"Everyone, hope to see you again."

After saying this, he leaped a few tis and disappeared.

The crowd watched his departing figure, looking but finding no trace.

Later, ng Chuan passed through one natural wonder after another around Shaoshi Mountain.

Contemplating for a long ti, he could only feel the regret of gaining nothing.

This made him begin to self-doubt a bit.

Have his "Buddhist fortunes" disappeared...

Finally, he concluded that the problem wasn’t with himself.

Natural wonders are inherently difficult to comprehend the true essence of Martial Arts.

Coupled with the frequent tourists at these spots leaves too many human traces, possibly losing the true essence.

After a long while, he stood at the edge of a cliff, looking down.

This was his final choice of "Enlightennt spectacle."

Looking down, the layered quartz rocks of the mountain stood upright like a giant to, the green-gray layer like distinct book pages spreading along the mountain.

Here was Shaoshi Mountain’s "Book Cliff" spectacle, like the heavens unveiling an ancient, thick volu, magnificent and astounding.

People could only admire from afar, unaware of the hidden Buddhist Sect monks who used finger strength to carve scripture anecdotes here.

The characters surfaced with the rock layers’ undulations, only by approaching could one discern them.

ng Chuan jumped off the cliff edge, like a wisp of feather floating, precisely landed at the precipice of the steep book.

In viewing this scene, he already set a calm mind, if he could gain so insights from it, naturally, it would be good for enhancing his martial understanding.

If not, it’s also "seeing the myriad of beings and the world," gaining so knowledge.

On the Book Cliff’s ridges, he saw quite a few light or heavy footprints.

All left by Martial Artists’ "heavy weight," sa as him...

...

Stooping down, reaching out to brush past the rock layers.

With a gust of palm wind, the characters previously hidden by sand and grit revealed themselves.

Before ng Chuan could carefully comprehend, the mountain wind swept through, and from the quartz rock layers erged a faint hum, like chanting voices of monks from the ancient past.

At this thought, his heart instantly rejoiced.

There’s potential, seems like this place is the right one.

Lowering his head to examine the carved traces, he explored and studied them carefully, gaining so insights.

On the green-gray stone surface, it was inscribed [Two Phases Stone To].

"Kasyapa observed the Book Cliff like a laid out to and said to the disciples: The martial arts is ditation, strength rises from the heart, moves born from nature.

...

Enlighten to [Illusion phase] see strength as no strength, it’s the true power;

Practice [No phase] see move as no move, it’s the wondrous move.

...

With a mind without barriers, the stone carvings open by themselves; with intention free from attachnt, scriptures reveal themselves; one instant of enlightennt, all laws return to their origin..."

Mahākāśyapa, rumored to be one of the ten disciples under the founder Shakyamuni of the Buddhist Sect.

Known as "the foremost in ascetic practices," he is also one of the crucial figures for the continuation of the Buddhist Sect to this day.

According to the textual records, Mahākāśyapa has already reached nirvana becoming a revered being.

aning, passing away.

But ng Chuan did not think so, such Buddhist legends might have "ascended" to the Celestial Demon Realm, this remains unknown.

Discarding these miscellaneous thoughts, he pored over the stone to repeatedly.

Although things like "illusion phase no phase" were completely unintelligible.

He vaguely felt a sense, seemingly his "Buddhist fortunes" finally took effect.

It felt as if his entire being had plunged into the pages, having a face-to-face dialogue with Master Kasyapa.

A vision before his eyes for a mont, and instantly it transford into another scene.

...

"Virtuous one, you have a connection with my Buddha."

"..."

ng Chuan muttered inwardly:

"Being able to enter this place, certainly ans there’s fate..."

He instinctively put his hands together and habitually recited, "Namo Amitabha Buddha"...

Seeing that the monk didn’t react, he bowed while observing.

On an old ditation mat in front of him, a wide-faced, large-eared monk in yellow robes sat cross-legged.

His expression was compassionate, yet his eyes were closed and solemn, with his hands clasping prayer beads together.

After standing up, he saw the monk point to an empty spot beside him, and in a mont of confusion, an identical ditation mat appeared out of thin air.

Such mana!

Master Mahakasyapa, ng Chuan had never seen an image of him before his passing.

He could only guess that this dignified-looking monk was likely him.

It seed that it was the Buddhist "true essence" left by him that brought ng Chuan into this vision.

Coming back to his senses, ng Chuan hoped that his physical body outside was sitting securely on the edge of the cliff.

Don’t sit unstably and fall down...

At nearly a thousand ters high, even if it doesn’t trigger the Nirvana Transformation, it would still take a layer of skin...

"The benefactor’s physical body is protected by Buddha’s power, so there is no need to worry."

ng Chuan had just sat down on the ditation mat when he was startled by the sound.

This monk was indeed formidable!

He can read minds, can this be learned...

"The old monk cannot read minds, I only saw from your appearance that you are troubled by external concerns."

"Master, what if I really fall down?"

The high monk sighed:

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, it’s just flesh, the soul is eternal, why should you mind?"

"..."

This left ng Chuan stumped.

It seems "Kasyapa" the venerable truly passed away.

This old monk from the ancient martial era was too remote in age.

Though adept in spiritual practice, they did not value the body’s vitality.

No problem, just take the essence and discard the dross.

"Young friend, what year is it in the outside world?"

"Master, the era has changed, it is now the Qi Blood Martial Arts Era."

"As you are now, the unity of spirit and flesh is the mainstream path?"

"Pretty much, like this."

ng Chuan spoke and then gathered his Qi Blood, concentrating his essence, energy, and spirit, and casually threw a straight punch.

Witnessing this scene, the monk’s eyes widened.

This astonishing the ancients, ng Chuan was also a little proud.

"Essence, energy, and spirit... the unity of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism, with the power of Heaven and Earth added..."

The monk pondered slightly, and then analyzed accurately.

ng Chuan imdiately restrained his deanor and respectfully listened.

This outstanding talent from the ancient martial era was truly remarkable.

Without the limitations of Heaven and Earth, if born today.

Not to ntion the Martial Arts Great Saint, at least a Celestial King.

ng Chuan quietly waited for the monk’s contemplation, seeing him suddenly open his eyes, clear and bright.

The monk’s eyes sparkled even more brightly.

He lifted the corners of his mouth in a knowing smile and continued speaking to himself:

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, old monk Kasyapa, truly admire the ideas of later generations, this is a world-shaking talent indeed.

Originally separated essence, energy, and spirit, were ingeniously unified through the power of Heaven and Earth, the union of mind and body, able to walk such a broad path, ultimately which great sage possessed such wisdom..."

ng Chuan listened to his soliloquy, having practically guessed the Qi Blood Martial Arts accurately, and admired it on the spot.

Upon hearing the elder monk inquire about the "creator," he softly prompted:

"After your nirvana, there appeared a martial arts prodigy nad Zhang Sanfeng. This great talent was the key founder of Qi Blood Martial Arts."

The elder monk smiled knowingly, mumbling to himself:

"Zhang Sanfeng... ’San’ corresponds to the three flawless, ’Feng’ signifies perfection. Purity in precepts, mindfulness in ditation, thorough wisdom, all three are abundant!

Goodness, what a na, no wonder he is such a genius of our Buddhist sect."

"..."

This was the worst misrepresentation of Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of Wudang.

But ng Chuan didn’t explain.

He hadn’t forgotten his purpose in coming into this Book Cliff’s martial essence.

To inform, Ancestor Sanfeng was from the Daoist school and is the founder of the largest Daoist mountain sect today.

Even still alive...

If he told this to the old monk, perhaps it would upset him.

If he wouldn’t teach him martial principles, he would feel worse...

Venerable Kasyapa was already of old age, so he didn’t argue.

This was... a benevolent lie...

On the other side, Kasyapa didn’t mind him, continued his monologue.

He analyzed the Qi Blood Martial Arts with his own understanding.

At first, ng Chuan could correct his mistakes.

As ti passed, he gradually stopped speaking.

Instead, he focused intently on listening, carefully reflecting on this Shaolin ancestor’s view of "Qi Blood Martial Arts."

...

Outside, faint orange-yellow light emanated from the top of the Book Cliff.

As night fell, the light grew more brilliant.

Even drawing the attention of tourists on the mountain.

As the clock struck eight in the evening, more and more people gathered around the Book Cliff.

Soone set up a telescope, saw sothing instantly, and exclaid a local expression:

"Damn, it’s God ng! He seems about to attain Buddhahood..."

He saw ng Chuan with eyes closed, hands joined, surrounded by an orange halo like golden foil wrapping his body.

"Tsk tsk tsk, about to beco a Buddha, wasn’t he said to be a Daoist prodigy?"

Nearby, a martial artist with a neck full of prayer beads regretfully said:

"I have devoted myself to Buddha for over fifty years, yet haven’t beco enlightened.

ng Chuan, less than twenty years old, has such great wisdom, Amitabha Buddha..."

So couldn’t believe it, rubbed their eyes and looked again:

"Must be an illusion, is it real..."