Upon hearing Kumārajīva's words, Xuanci's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief.
What he specializes in here is the Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill, one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.
With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see it.
The demon-subduing technique of the kasaya that Kumārajīva used was performed with effortless grace.
As they chatted and laughed, their sleeves moved, and their energy directly impacted the bronze cauldron.
Such skill was something even Abbot Xuanci admired.
After a slight pause, Xuan Ci finally spoke:
"Only now do I realize that there are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people."
"I have practiced this Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill for decades, but it is nothing compared to the National Preceptor."
"How dare I offer unsolicited advice?"
As soon as Xuanci uttered these words, all the monks present were shocked.
He naturally recognized it.
If Xuanci said this, wouldn't he be admitting that Shaolin martial arts are inferior to others?
Besides this, what also shocked the monks was...
In such a short period of time, Kumārajīva actually used several of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.
The Great Vajra Fist Technique, Prajna Palm, Maha Finger, and Kasaya Subduing Demon Technique.
Just thinking about it for a moment makes it seem unbelievable.
Not far away, Zhao Min and the others were all shocked by what they saw.
"This monk is really amazing; he knows so many of the Seventy-Two Arts of the Shaolin Temple."
"Could it be that he has truly mastered all 72 Shaolin arts, as he claims?"
"If that's the case, this monk's martial arts talent is terrifying."
"..."
Hearing what everyone was saying, Wang Yang scoffed at it, as if he didn't take the amazing skills that Kumārajīva had used seriously.
"Alliance Leader, what do you think of the Shaolin martial arts technique that Kumārajīva used?"
Seeing Wang Yang's expression, Yang Xiao glanced at him and asked with a curious look.
Wang Yang smiled calmly and said meaningfully:
"It's all show and no substance!"
"Um?"
Yang Xiao and the others were all taken aback upon hearing this.
Just as he was about to ask more questions, Kumārajīva bowed slightly to Abbot Xuanci and said with a smile:
"Why is the abbot so modest?"
Abbot Xuanci smiled bitterly, his heart filled with shock.
But there's nothing we can do about it!
Seeing that Xuanci remained silent for a long time, Kumārajīva paused for a moment and then said:
"Abbot Xuanci, aren't you curious about how I know so many of the Seventy-Two Arts of the Dragon King?"
Upon hearing Kumārajīva's words, Xuanci and the others were shocked.
Why?
After a slight pause, Xuan Ci inquired.
Kumārajīva smiled calmly and replied:
"I'm afraid Abbot Xuanci may not know that the so-called Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts of your sect did not actually originate from your sect."
At this point, Kumārajīva paused slightly, then added:
"It comes from the Buddhist community of India!"
“I learned the secrets from the spot, so I am far superior to you.”
Upon hearing Kumārajīva's words, Xuanci and the other Shaolin monks were all speechless with astonishment.
Startled, Xuan Ci took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and began chanting Buddhist prayers:
"Amitabha!"
"The Imperial Preceptor's divine skills have broadened this old monk's horizons. I am truly impressed!"
Hearing Xuanci's praise, Kumārajīva smiled smugly, his expression full of pride.
After a brief pause, he raised his head slightly and spoke:
"Abbot Master."
"Since you acknowledge the extraordinary skill I have displayed."
Does this mean that your school's so-called seventy-two unique skills were not created by yourself?
"If it's not self-created, then the word 'unique skill' probably needs to be changed."
As soon as Kumārajīva uttered these words, Xuanci remained silent, feeling as if his heart was being stabbed.
I only regret that I am not as skilled as others.
Besides, deep down he actually believed that the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts originated from India.
"snort!"
Just then, a cold snort rang out.
Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw Master Xuanji, the head of the Shaolin Temple's Disciplinary Hall, coldly saying:
"The Imperial Advisor!"
"Now that you've gained the upper hand, why are you still pressing so aggressively, leaving no room for maneuver!"
Upon hearing Xuanji's words, Kumārajīva smiled calmly and said:
"Master, you are mistaken!"
“This humble monk did not press the matter further.”
"After all, these seventy-two unique skills were not created by your sect. How can they be worthy of the title of unique skills?"
At this point, Kumārajīva paused slightly, then continued:
"Besides, I have come here with the utmost sincerity."
"Your sect may hand over the copies of the Seventy-Two Unique Skills to me, this humble monk."
"This will allow me to point out the differences from the original, so that I can practice it in the future."
Upon hearing this, Xuanci and the other Shaolin monks all changed their expressions.
Although I don't know how Kumārajīva knew so many of Shaolin's unique skills.
But in their view, these monks must have come to Shaolin with ill intentions.
This led them to hand over the 72 Shaolin Arts, which may well be their true intention.
After a moment's thought, Master Xuandu stepped out of his reverie and glared coldly at Kumārajīva, saying:
"Great Wheel King, your true purpose is to obtain the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, isn't it?"
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva frowned, but his expression remained unchanged as he replied:
"Is Master Xuandu joking?"
"This humble monk desires the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts?"
"Wasn't what this humble monk just performed the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts?"
"This humble monk already possesses those extraordinary skills; why would I covet them?"
"I meant well, Master, please don't misunderstand me!"
Upon hearing Kumārajīva's words, Master Xuandu was stunned and speechless, refuted without a word.
Seeing this, Kumārajīva smiled smugly and said again:
"Master Xuandu".
"This humble monk has long admired your flower-picking fingers."
"I've heard that you've mastered it to a high level. Now that I've met you, I hope you can give me some pointers!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kumārajīva did not linger. He gently placed his index and middle fingers together, as if he were plucking a flower.
Upon seeing this, Master Xuandu naturally understood Kumārajīva's meaning and also made the gesture of holding up a flower.
Then, the two quickly raised their hands and flicked each other's fingers!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In an instant, the two finger strikes shot out rapidly and collided head-on.
"Bang!"
A deafening sonic boom echoed outwards.
When they looked again, they saw that Master Xuandu's finger technique was directly pierced by Kumārajīva's finger technique and collapsed instantly.
Not to mention, the residual power of Kumārajīva's finger strikes remained undiminished.
In an instant, a terrifying force struck Master Xuandu directly.
As the finger struck, a jet of blood shot out from Master Xuandu's body, spraying several feet.
In the clash between the two forces, Xuan Du was no match.
Seeing Master Xuandu stagger backward, Xuanci flashed and caught him.
"Imperial Preceptor, what do you mean by this?"
Xuanci stared straight at Kumārajīva and asked.
Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva smiled slightly and replied:
“Abbot Xuanci, you heard what Master Xuandu said just now.”
"He questioned whether I wanted the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin."
"I had no choice but to ask him for guidance."
"How does my finger-picking technique compare to Master Xuandu's?"
"Master Abbot, I ask you, I originally possessed this unique skill. Where does your claim of coveting it come from?"
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