Inside Lingxuan Temple.
It was early spring, and the weather in the mountains was freezing cold. Yet, the monks, dressed in thin clothes, seemed oblivious to the cold and sat cross-legged there.
"This... can also be considered a method of refining the spirit."
Li Ming murmured to himself, deeply moved.
For a martial artist, the body, mind, and spirit are all of paramount importance; this prestigious sect truly has its unique strengths.
Lingxuan Temple is by no means a poor sect, but its requirements for its disciples are obviously extremely high.
Among the monks who came into view were low-ranking martial artists of the lower three ranks, as well as grandmasters of the middle three ranks.
Until the morning bell tolls, echoing through the mountains and forests.
The sound of chanting sutras echoed throughout the mountains and forests.
Li Ming, on the other hand, wandered around Lingxuan Temple for a while.
Then they entered the library.
If outsiders knew, they would surely be green with envy... After all, not just anyone can go to this library.
However, Lingxuan Temple thought it wouldn't hurt to let Li Ming look around for a couple of days.
Li Ming naturally had his own plans.
Upon entering the first floor of the Sutra Repository, one is greeted by rows of bookshelves. This first floor is mostly filled with Buddhist scriptures, with few books on martial arts, and mostly containing mediocre or lower-level techniques.
The truly powerful and unique skills and secret techniques naturally lie at a higher level.
“Amitabha, Benefactor Li, please come with me.”
An old monk with white eyebrows and beard walked up, clearly recognizing Li Ming.
The old monk had been sweeping the floor inside the scripture pavilion. He had a kind face and seemed harmless.
However, Li Ming was extremely respectful and showed no airs whatsoever.
There is no other reason.
In his eyes, it was the old monk's panel.
It's all question marks...
Even with his [Spiritual Eye (Blue)] fully activated, he could still tell that the old monk possessed some level of cultivation.
Perhaps not every sweeping monk in a library is a peerless master.
But the person before me must be an unfathomable master.
Under his guidance, Li Ming respectfully walked towards the third floor.
Through the old monk's explanation, Li Ming also learned a lot about the superior techniques of Lingxuan Temple.
It must be said that such a powerful force with profound foundations possesses a great many unique skills and secret techniques.
Each one is an extremely exquisite technique.
It covers a wide range of fields.
The most famous practice is the "Mahavairocana Sutra".
To practice this method, one must have great perseverance and great opportunity.
With a Buddha-like heart, one subdues the restless mind and gathers the essence of heaven and earth to forge the Dharma body of the Great Sun Tathagata.
It can annihilate evil spirits, subdue all demons, and destroy nothing!
However, the cultivation is extremely difficult, and even in the Lingxuan Temple over the past few hundred years, only a handful of people have succeeded in cultivating it.
In terms of boxing techniques, there is the Arhat Subduing Demon Fist, a supreme skill that is extremely exquisite.
The ultimate art of sound, the Six-Syllable Great Bright Mantra, the Heavenly Dragon Thunder Sound Secret Technique...
However, Li Ming did not want to learn these things, but respectfully said:
“Master, I would like to see the Shakyamuni’s elephant-throwing skill and the Acala’s skill.”
...
In a single day.
Li Ming did not leave the Sutra Repository, but instead began to cultivate in a certain place within the pavilion.
While multitasking, he quickly flipped through and comprehended Buddhist scriptures.
While doing so, I also pondered the true meaning of these two martial arts.
With his current level of [Divine Comprehension], even without adding points to his life force, he can quickly master these superior martial arts techniques.
"The martial arts techniques passed down by martial saints have not been erased even after hundreds of years. If these true meanings were not present, ordinary people would not know how long it would take to comprehend them."
Li Ming's eyes darted around as he sat cross-legged, lost in thought.
The "Shakyamuni Throwing Elephant Technique" is a secret method of physical strength.
Named after the story of Buddha fighting against a divine elephant, it is said that before Buddha attained enlightenment, he fought against the divine elephant every day. Over time, Buddha only needed to throw one hand to send the divine elephant flying into the sky.
The divine elephant here is not an ordinary elephant, but a mythical beast renowned throughout the heavens for its strength.
Its force is immeasurable.
The Buddha's power far exceeded human imagination; even with Li Ming's current power of ten dragons and ten elephants, it was hard to comprehend.
After all, the dragon-elephant power he spoke of at this moment was not the power of a true dragon or the power of a divine elephant.
Li Ming comprehended this technique extremely quickly.
"The dragon and elephant possess great strength, and the wisdom and freedom are boundless."
Li Ming's body trembled slightly, emitting a subtle vibration.
My spine felt like a giant dragon, my heart pounded like a drum, and I felt the surging power within me rushing like a mighty river.
His power didn't seem to have increased significantly; instead, it became more refined, like steel forged through a hundred temperings.
After mastering it, the total amount did not increase, but I became more proficient and able to use it at will.
He grasped a sliver of the true essence of martial arts simply by observing its visualization diagram once.
This secret technique is of great use to Li Ming.
Seeing this scene.
dark place.
"good."
An old monk with a white beard twitched his eyebrows, and an expression of appreciation appeared on his aged face.
The other technique, "Immovable King Technique," is an extremely advanced method for body refinement.
With a diamond-like heart, cultivate the unmoving state of the ten bhumis!
If a single thought remains, then it will never be broken!
From Li Ming's perspective, he has unlimited potential and is more than capable of reaching the first rank.
This skill is far from being a simple, ordinary martial art.
Thinking about the origins of the Venerable Monk Wuxuan, Li Ming vaguely had some answers in his heart.
Some of the superior martial arts techniques within Lingxuan Temple were created by Wuxuan himself, while others were created by masters over the next few hundred years.
This technique seems to be one that Wu Xuan learned from the Buddhist Kingdom.
"This technique is too profound, emphasizing the integration of body and mind, so there's no need to start from scratch... But how exactly does one begin to learn it?"
Li Ming was filled with a myriad of thoughts.
This technique doesn't explain how one can initially master it.
but.
Such extraordinary skills and techniques cannot be learned in a short time.
However, some of the methods of defense can be applied to the body's protective energy.
After cultivating for a long time, Li Ming exhaled heavily, letting out a long breath until his mind was calm before speaking:
"Master, how should one begin with the 'Acala Vidyaraja Sutra'?"
I racked my brains for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.
Upon hearing this, the library became eerily quiet.
I don't know how much time has passed.
"Amitabha."
The silence was broken only when a Buddhist chant was uttered.
Li Ming's vigilance grew stronger.
suddenly.
A pair of withered hands slowly appeared, clasped together, and softly chanted Buddhist mantras.
Under Li Ming's gaze, a thin, unremarkable old monk suddenly appeared not far in front of him.
Li Ming was startled.
The appearance of the Sweeping Monk was within his expectations.
But they didn't know where the other person was.
Invisible to the eye, inaudible to the ear, omnipresent, and imperceptible!
Upon seeing the old monk before him, whose appearance was unremarkable, Li Ming felt a constant sense of warning emanating from him.
With all his might, Li Ming suppressed the trembling in his heart, clasped his hands together, and whispered:
"Please, Master, give me your guidance."
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