With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 558 - 512: Wrath Incites Heart Demon, Havoc at the Warrior Monk Academy!
When a grandmaster should be humble, they should be humble; a Martial Arts Master is just that.
After the battle with the venom, he is now extremely confident in his abilities, having the grounds to be "arrogant."
The sky was suddenly lit with electric light, and the thunder roared like the tide of a spring river.
Meng Chuan completely unleashed his aura, drawing a corner of leaden clouds from the horizon.
Why was he so hostile?
It was because of malicious perceptions like hostility and killing intent.
You could differentiate the levels from the aura.
Some people, due to jealousy and anger, manifest it in the aura, as if a needle was piercing the brow.
And some, like killing intent and hatred, are deeper hostilities.
Just like the ambush under Wudang Mountain, the aura exposed by those of the Demon Path.
Feedback came to him, as if his brow was struck with a heavy hammer, giving him a swift warning.
At this moment, in his perception.
Huaiyuan’s hostility was as great as the people from the Demon Summoning Hall who had previously besieged him!
He raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly:
"Huaiyuan? I don’t know what Brother Meng has done to offend you?"
Huaiyuan felt a slight tingling in his pores, certain that it was the opponent’s aura overwhelming him.
He remained silent, with a beam of golden light cleansing him from head to toe, leaving no numbness, and no impurity around him.
Then he moved forward and slowly spoke:
"Come with me to the Grand Hall of Heroes, confess before Buddha, and I can teach you respecting Master Baibao’s will."
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Donkey lips do not match a horse’s mouth.
Meng Chuan frowned, not knowing what to confess.
He didn’t offend Huaiyuan, did he offend Buddha?
Wrong!
He is a disciple of the Northern United University, having only been in Shaolin for a few days; how could he have any intersection with Buddha?
Huaiyuan was informed of this by Master Baibao, which this point, was naturally known.
So why say such things?
"Come back with me to the Grand Hall of Heroes..."
He searched his memory and suddenly thought of one thing.
The only direct interaction with Buddha was yesterday when he first visited the Grand Hall of Heroes within Shaolin after ascending the mountain!
The other party was present at the time and thought he had blasphemed against Buddha?
Then why didn’t he act out at that time, but now, like a fanatic, he is making things difficult for him?
Looking at this possessed appearance, he probably remained silent then, mostly out of concern for disturbing Buddha’s peace.
His thought was only a moment, but he guessed almost everything.
Upon thinking of this, Meng Chuan squinted his eyes and said lightly:
"I’m not from the Buddhist Sect to begin with, nor do I have faith; does it mean I must kowtow thrice and kneel nine times to pay respect to Buddha?"
Huaiyuan’s imposing manner increased, especially his eyes, which became increasingly horrifying.
Like a tiger that preys on people.
"You are mocking my Buddha with that smirk... you are blaspheming..."
"...Should I mourn with a sad face?"
Meng Chuan frowned.
The other party appeared to be... losing his mind.
Really going mad.
Such a person would be hard to communicate with.
"..."
Beside him, the chubby monk also stood up.
Gone was the squinty-eyed smile, replaced by a frown as he asked:
"Brother Meng, did you do anything disrespectful to Buddha?"
"No."
Liao Chen’s expression eased, recognizing with the Heart Sutra Spell that Meng Chuan was not lying.
Coming to his senses, he thought to himself that he was overly concerned.
This is the Shaolin Temple; who would dare act brazenly toward Buddha?
Meng Chuan is definitely not foolish.
From the conversation earlier near the corner, one could see.
His extraordinary intelligence far contradicts the rumors outside.
Moreover, being a national talent, he must know about the Immortal Buddha Realm.
He couldn’t, and wouldn’t dare, do anything blasphemous.
At this moment, Meng Chuan felt uninterested.
Seeing Huaiyuan not making a move, he prepared to leave.
There’s nothing more to say to someone crazed.
"Move aside."
Meng Chuan walked beside Huaiyuan, whose broad stature blocked the path.
What is there to learn in this situation?
Shaolin has many rules, let’s head back to the Moon Terrace Courtyard, inform Master Baibao and say hello.
Then have Jue Ming help retrieve the Fist Skill from the Library.
Just study on his own.
Seeing Meng Chuan approach, Huaiyuan stood firm as a mountain, without the slightest movement.
His eyebrows drooped, hiding his tiger-like visage.
Around them, the onlooking monks roughly understood the situation.
Master Huaiyuan’s sincerity towards Buddha is verifiable by heaven and earth.
For decades, he served six hours daily without interruption.
He wouldn’t mind if disciples slack off while training.
But if a disciple lacks respect toward Buddha, or shows a scattered mind during service.
If detected, they wouldn’t escape punishment.
But the key is...
Meng Chuan isn’t a Shaolin disciple...
"Brother Meng doesn’t practice Buddhism, just don’t visit the Grand Hall of Heroes in the future. Master Huaiyuan, please calm down, Brother Meng is an esteemed guest of Shaolin, there’s no need for this."
A disciple of Three Limits from the Martial Arts Academy stood up to mediate, laughing to ease the tension.
Hearing this, Huaiyuan glanced aside.
Seeing Meng Chuan faceless, directly heading toward him without any hesitation.
Again... yet again with that casual attitude!
An unknown fire in his heart burned fiercer.
"Amitabha——"
With Huaiyuan’s long sigh, nothing else had happened yet.
In the distance, a few high-ranking disciples from the Three Limits Martial Arts Academy instantly sprang into action, rushing toward their location.
Every time before Master Huaiyuan makes a move, he always chants with a prolonged tone!
With Meng Chuan being only at the second limit, if anything happens, how would they account for it to Northern United University?
But now, Huaiyuan, "provoked" by Meng Chuan, had lost all reason.
He really did make a move!
The "Amitabha" resonated powerfully, the air suddenly booming like a struck heavy bell.
His right palm glowed with golden bronze, the air momentarily still, bearing an unknown tons of force swung toward Meng Chuan’s shoulder.
It was precisely one of Shaolin’s ultimate skills, the Diamond Subduing Demon Palm.
Before the edge of the palm arrived, all the dust was instantly drawn in, with wind pressure carrying the dust down from the sky, forming a mighty whirlwind.
