With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 573 - 525: Outstretched Arms and Longevity Brows, Shaolin Five Forms—Who Is Truly Anxious?
On the thick book it is written:
To practice Arhat Fist techniques, one must harness this power to better practice Martial Arts and unleash the true power of the fist techniques.
Reflecting on this, Meng Chuan pondered:
"There’s something to this..."
This power, he guided towards his fist, extending the arm and releasing.
With the Arhat Power enhanced, no matter how he executed his fist techniques, it felt like crushing and smashing.
Even when practicing Five Elements Drilling Fist or Tai Chi.
Still felt like a headlong rush of "overpowering the opponent".
With a thought, he had many guesses about the practical applications of this power.
These will be explored later.
First, practice the fists, master the basics of the two Arhat Fist techniques.
Sizzle—!
Surging blue-purple True Qi appeared, enveloping the Arhat Power.
Instantly, lightning flashed across the mountaintop, with the rumbling sound of thunder echoing.
It’s not the heavens thundering, but Meng Chuan channeling his Qi Blood and unleashing power, an astonishing momentum!
Time slowly passed, it was already 2 AM.
Meng Chuan stood still, withdrew the lightning glow from his body, and ended the fist practice.
It was just ordinary Martial Arts practice, requiring no resting.
While practicing Qi Observation Skill, he also introspected his own body.
On the panel, the [Martial Arts Section] faintly revealed two new martial arts:
[Exploring Hand Wide Fist: Basic (30%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]
[Limit Breaking Trait: Arm Stretching (Basic)]
[Long Brow Fist: Basic (15%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]
[Limit Breaking Trait: Longevity Brow (Intermediate)]
The former is second-tier, the latter is first-tier, and both are among the most difficult ancient fist skills to practice.
Such progress in a short time left Meng Chuan satisfied.
Maintaining introspection, he focused on the awaiting limit-breaking traits of the two fist skills, thoughts slowly considering:
"The former utility might be related to mutated arms, becoming... longer?
The latter is somewhat unexpected, seems related to longevity.
No, if it’s an external trait, my eyebrows wouldn’t transform into those of Long Brow Arhat, curved and long..."
No problem, when it’s possible manipulate hair growth, ensuring the curved part doesn’t grow out...
Exploring Hand Arhat, in ancient Sanskrit known as "Vanthaka", often reached into his robe during practice, representing great ease, thus named.
[Arm Stretching] utility, arms long and flexible?
Something to that effect...
Long Brow Arhat, named "Ashita", born with long brows, symbolizing longevity and wisdom, celebrated as a symbol of compassion after entering Central Earth Buddhist Sect.
Thus, the limit-breaking trait named [Longevity Brow] is reasonable.
The specific utility, Meng Chuan is not in a hurry, it will be known once limit-breaking is achieved.
Every day during fist skill lessons, the focus will be on mastering these two, early "summoning of souls".
Hence, it won’t be long until it’s known.
Plans fixed, he continued practicing fists.
Untired, until the east turned white.
Just as dawn approached, Meng Chuan stood in stance, slight movement of the nasal wings, smelling the fragrance of millet.
Master Baibao often cooked porridge in the morning, with the saying "Cooking porridge is also practice."
Although he didn’t understand these, at this moment he wanted to ask for a bowl of porridge.
Having just finished practicing fists, a bowl of hot porridge would be delightful...
With the kitchen door open, he greeted as he walked in:
"Good morning, Master Baibao."
Baibao was standing by the stove, stirring the pot of porridge.
The millet porridge in the pot bubbled, steam rising, as he handed over the ladle, smiling:
"Help this old monk cook, finish up and the rest of the pot is yours."
Meng Chuan agreed, with a palm releasing fire towards the pot bottom.
Cooking porridge with high heat, it’s tastier.
"Is fist intent used like this? You kid... don’t burn it."
Baibao stood behind Meng Chuan, taking a look up and down, surprised:
"You’ve mastered the basics of Arhat Fist?"
"Master Baibao’s keen eyes, I found joy yesterday, practiced through the night."
Meng Chuan wasn’t surprised.
To quickly invite the spirit of Arhat, he was maintaining the "upper false lower real" stance as much as possible during walking and standing.
What Master Baibao saw was the change in his posture, visibly to the naked eye.
"Not bad."
After another glance, Baibao returned to the main hall, waiting for Meng Chuan to serve the porridge.
"Mastering the Arhat stance overnight, daily battering of fist foundation enables such exaggerated progress, deeply connected to Buddhist Sect..."
Moreover.
This kid caused a series of waves not long after arriving.
Whether the impact is positive or negative, it’s all a meeting of fates...
...
Time flies, half a month has passed.
As early autumn approached, rainy days increased in Yu Province, making the mountain climate even more humid.
Shaoshi Mountain.
The new Martial Monk Institute construction is in full swing.
Meng Chuan, as a construction worker, frequently came over to check things out.
He wanted to see where the ten billion from United University was spent...
In the distance, Liao Chen spotted him, raising a chubby hand to greet:
"Donor Meng, let’s go!"
"I’m coming."
Meng Chuan responded, following Master Chen’s steps.
Lately, in fist practice, the big monk helped him a lot, and he gleaned considerable insight from Elephant Form Arhat Fist techniques.
During leisure time, they often sparred.
He lost more often than won.
Liao Chen broke three, three years ago.
His Qi Blood at five figures starting with five, Dragon Form Boxing intent quite dominating.
Body Technique also extremely akin to a dragon, showcasing flexibility completely inconsistent with physique.
Releasing the body beyond 300% or 400% range is impossible to win.
He discovered that the current controllable limit is [Liberation: 300%].
Higher liberation would result in emotions expanding continuously, gradually losing rationality.
If the heart spirit loses control, it can easily be drawn in by the heart demon again.
Therefore, unless it’s a matter of life and death, before the initial construction of the physical auditorium, he wouldn’t activate a higher level of liberation.
Lest "Eighteen Arhat Souls" haven’t been summoned, and his own soul is taken away by the heart demon...
He also learned from Liao Chen that Shaolin Temple’s monks of the Kashyapa lineage indeed fear this as much as fierce tigers.
Meng Chuan followed him, pondering:
"Recently, the progress of the two Arhat Fist techniques has been delightful, yet there seems to be no response from the Eighteen Arhats..."
Every time he finished practice, he would use Qi Observation Skill to explore a bit, but has yet to notice anything.
In the short span of a week, Seven Days, the exploration hand and wide fist achieved perfection, while the Long-Brow Fist was mastered.
This kind of speed, not attracting the arhats?
Not to brag, but Meng Chuan’s progress in practicing the Arhat Fist is definitely at the level of outshining the other monks.
He remembered how effortlessly Doma Hard Skill drew in the [Great Brahman Heaven] during his initial practice.
Now, with increased talent, receiving the effects of multiple traits.
Much stronger than back then, perhaps a hundred times over.
Why aren’t they coming, no clue, shouldn’t be...
Previously, listening to Master Chen speak, with half of the Eighteen Arhats tainted by demons, they should be in a rush...
But at this moment, it’s Meng Chuan who is anxious...
Meng Chuan said inwardly:
"There’s still time, let’s observe further."
Recollecting his spirit, he caught up with the big fat monk, walking towards the temporarily designated training ground for the monk disciples.
Audit the class!
Reaching the destination, it’s an open ground.
In the center, an old monk wearing yellow-brown robes is already leading the crowd in fist practice.
One glance, it’s the Elephant Form Fist.
[Shaolin Five Elephant Fist].
It’s a martial arts technique merging the initial forms and divine charm of dragon, tiger, leopard, snake, and crane into one, an ancient second-tier fist.
Legend has it that the creator was none other than the famous Ancestor Master Bodhidharma.
Previously, seeing Little Monk Jue Ming warming up, he was practicing the same fist, like [Arhat Piles], a foundational skill in Shaolin.
Meng Chuan first went to the side to practice his own techniques.
Wait for the white-clothed master to come and teach Arhat Fist, then join the session.
He stood to practice, entering a state of unwavering focus.
In terms of dedication, he didn’t fall behind anyone.
A moment later, the fat monk Liao Chen practiced for a while, inviting him for a few moves.
It’s just exchanging techniques, not truly fighting.
Between fists and feet, they chatted as they sparred.
"New demon nests have appeared in Yu Province recently, are you interested, Donor Meng?"
"Is there a task?"
Meng Chuan extended his Long Fist in attack, responding casually.
"There isn’t. Recent state tasks are mostly centered in Jin Land."
"Then forget it."
Fang Jianxing might be waiting at the bottom of the mountain, it’s not time yet, let that fellow wait a bit longer...
Liao Chen’s pudgy hand countered, intercepting the fist aimed at his own waist, and squinted with a smile:
"Xiaomeng, your exploration hand is getting increasingly flavorful, must have reached a great level."
"I am flattered, compared to Senior Brother’s Dragon Form Fist, it falls short."
"You primarily study Arhat Fist, if comparing, compare it with the Five Elements Fist."
"Too much to worry about, senior brother Liao Chen, you’re taking it too seriously."
"Hey! You brat..."
...
At noon, three quarters past, at the Moon Platform Garden.
Today, as agreed, it’s the weekly Buddhist theory class.
But Master Bai Bao isn’t on the mountain, Meng Chuan practiced first, waiting quietly.
Little monk Jue Ming also arrived early, practicing his fists aside, waiting to audit the lesson.
Seeing him grasping a stick, repeatedly rubbing to roll up the weight below, curiously asked:
"Brother Meng, is this for strengthening forearm power? Which family’s method?"
"Wudang."
99...
100...
Counting inwardly, hitting the count he returned these practice tools to his waist badge.
Those "furniture" were special products brought down from Wudang Mountain.
Meng Chuan occasionally uses them during Arhat Piles to complement warm-up exercises.
Tao and Buddhist don’t coexist.
Jue Ming listened and twitched his lips, displaying a "not surprised" expression:
"Shaolin also has similar methods with better training effects."
Curiously asked:
"Oh? Please share details."
"Lift a stick by one end with a weight tied at the other end, like the magic iron block you just used, and strike a bell with the weight."
Hearing this, he contemplated:
"The longer the stick, the greater the pressure. In the future, when strength increases further, there’s no need to adjust the object’s weight."
Jue Ming nodded happily, eyes filled with anticipation:
"Excellent... The master taught me when I first joined: every inch added, the weight hanging increases by a factor."
Brother Meng, is this method more convenient than Wudang’s?
Meng Chuan nodded, contemplating the principle behind it, indeed has some truth.
"... Yes, little master taught a good method."
Create a telescopic fishing rod made of True Martial material, extend and retract, hang magic iron to practice is quite nice...
... 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Meng Chuan communicating with Master Bai Bao over the phone.
He’ll be back tonight due to business down the mountain.
Buddhist teachings go on as planned tonight.
"Little Monk Jue Ming, Master Bai Bao said he will return tonight, will you wait?"
Jue Ming felt aware, standing far away, and couple hundred meters from Meng Chuan, practicing posture exercises.
His meaning was clear to Jue Ming...
