With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 585 - 537: Extending the Arm, The Six Senses of Perception, Grandmaster Doma!

Chapter 585: Chapter 537: Extending the Arm, The Six Senses of Perception, Grandmaster Doma!

At the entrance of the temple hall, livestock is prohibited from passing.

The monks and novices inside the temple took the esteemed guests’ horses away for good care.

Prince Fanluo patted the muzzle of his black horse, then bent down to kiss its forehead, bidding farewell to his beloved steed.

In the side room of the hall, Venerable Shi and the gatekeeping monks did not step out.

According to the temple’s rules, they must wait for the guests to enter on their own.

Meanwhile, the gatekeeping monk curiously said:

"Venerable Elder Shi, which door do you think this prince from the Western Regions will enter the temple through?"

The temple hall, serving as the main entrance to the Shaolin Temple, has three passageways available for entry.

The one on the far left is called ’Formless Gate.’

The far right is the ’Non-Action Gate.’

The central one leads into the ’Empty Gate.’

Venerable Shi clasped his hands together in prayer and began to speak:

"I speculate that he should enter through the Empty Gate. This is not Loulan; to him, there’s nothing he can leave behind or take away, everything is empty."

"Such wisdom..."

As the two speculated, Fanluo proceeded straight towards the Formless Gate, followed closely by his attendants.

Seeing this scene, Venerable Shi smiled:

"Amitabha—I was wrong..."

It seems this prince from Loulan has come to Shaolin with ’intentions,’ determined to find something within Shaolin.

Why so?

The Formless Gate signifies that upon entering, one should keep their eyes clear, not be confused by appearances, and find what they seek...

Of course, the ’Three Gates Inquiry’ only applies to those with faith in Buddha.

People like Meng Chuan, who lacks faith, always chooses whichever gate is closest when going up and down the mountain...

But Prince Fanluo, honored as the descendant of the Twin Saints of the Western Regions, certainly believes in Buddha.

Moreover, his faith aligns with that of the Central Earth, venerating Buddha, Shakyamuni Buddha.

Thus, entering the Formless Gate, his purpose is apparent.

What in Shaolin could attract the descendants of the Twin Saints?

Given his distinguished background, he should not have chosen the Formless Gate...

"Could he be looking to learn the Seventy-Two Supreme Skills, or...the Fundamental Divine Skill of the Great Sun Tathagata?"

Venerable Shi couldn’t quite understand and shook his head, deciding to go and greet the guests first.

He passed through the arch and entered the hall behind.

With an introduction by the temple novice, the prince met Venerable Shi.

Venerable Shi walked two steps forward to greet him, clasping his hands in a prayer gesture.

Prince Fanluo did not exhibit arrogance, quickly closing the distance, both exchanging the Buddhist invocation.

"I apologize for the lack of etiquette, Prince Fanluo, for coming from afar and not being welcomed properly. The upper room has been cleaned and arranged. Would you like to settle in and have a vegetarian meal first?"

Prince Fanluo bent lower, showing respect to the Buddhist elder Dust Guardian:

"Such wisdom—Elder Shi has been considerate. Just trouble a novice to guide the way; there’s no need to trouble the venerable one."

Venerable Shi smiled, joined his hands in a prayer gesture, and said:

"That will be fine. I shall await Prince Fanluo at the Joyful Ground."

The Joyful Ground is a place where the Buddhist sect hosts vegetarian meals for foreign guests.

Having said this, he instructed the novice beside him:

"Yan Jie, once the prince is settled, guide him to the Joyful Ground for a meal."

"Amitabha, this novice understands."

Yan Jie acknowledged the instruction and then said to Fanluo:

"Prince, please follow this way."

Fanluo’s expression was courteous:

"Thanks for the trouble, young master."

On the north side of Shaoshi Mountain lies a lush forest.

Here, there is a tranquil courtyard, more than sufficient to accommodate the prince and his attendants.

In the front room, Fanluo and his close attendant entered and closed the door.

Inside the room, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and focused his mind, while his dark-skinned attendant busied himself nearby.

His left palm turned outward, the ring finger raised.

The other fingers formed an unknown gesture, all pointed towards his brow.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and waited for about half an hour.

Then he picked up his phone and made a call:

"Father, I’ve already arrived at Shaolin."

On the other side of the call, a purple light flickered on the throne, a male figure faintly visible within, slowly standing up:

"Fanluo, does Shaolin know your intentions yet?"

Receiving the psychic connection from his youngest son, the man hastened back from the Celestial Demon Realm.

Fanluo replied:

"I have yet to mention it, but by entering through the ’Formless Gate’ to the mountain, Shaolin might have some inkling of my intent."

"Whatever you’re planning, I don’t care, nor will I ask. As the number of demon nests in our Western Regions grows, we must rely on the martial arts strength of the Central Earth for assistance, understood?"

"Father, rest assured, I am not one to cause trouble, nor will I use your name to do any intimidation."

On the other end of the call, the King of Loulan drummed his fingers on his thigh, still unsure of what his youngest son intended to do.

But he had no time to concern himself, spending most of his days in the Celestial Demon Realm and only recently learning of his son’s journey to the Central Earth.

His third son, Fanluo, was the only child born to him and his present Great Saint wife.

Thus, he paid significant attention to him.

"Alright, hand the phone to your attendant; I have instructions for them."

Fanluo nodded in agreement, then called his attendant, who was packing:

"Grandmaster Doma, please come here, my father has something to say to you."

...

In the Moon Terrace Garden, inside a guest room.

"The reward is good and close by, but it’s a pity there’s no vacancy..."

Meng Chuan set aside his phone, shaking his head.

Sigh...

The national task board displayed a new mission regarding a newly formed demon nest outside Fengdeng City.

The reward of three hundred special merit points was indeed appealing.

Yesterday, he reached a critical point in fist skill practice and stayed in the training room the whole day.

The phone was left outside, and he missed the message notifications.

"Never mind if I can’t go, fortunate if I get it, fate if I don’t."

He shook his head, not dwelling on it, refocusing his mind back on heart method practice.

Five Hearts towards the Heavens, gather the spirit and channel the strength.

The internal breath dances wildly like a dragon and snake, swiftly transforming energy into Qi Blood.

The Three Elements Brain God Pill increased the transformation efficiency by twenty percent, demonstrating it vividly here.

After an unknown period, he opens his eyes, introspecting on the panel:

[Tao Heart Planting Demon: Level 7 (89%) → (90%)]

Just 10% proficiency left to break into the eighth level of Tao Heart Planting Demon.

Once perfected, along with other conditions met, he can attempt to break the third major limit.

Advance as a Martial Arts Master.

In this way, Meng Chuan deduced.

The martial arts outline will reach the limit-breaking standard sooner than the Qi Blood.

Not bad.

Maintaining communication with the panel, he senses a descent, looking at the [Martial Arts section].

[Long Brow Fist: Perfection (11%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Longevity Brows (Intermediate)]

"First-rate ancient martial art fist, breaking the limit is still somewhat difficult..."

After practicing for over a month, there’s still some distance from breaking the limit, more effort is needed.

The idea for breaking the limit of the Arhat Fist points directly to the Arhat Pile form.

Combining the principles of Eternal Sky Technique, transforming the Arhat Pile.

It also enabled the second-tier [Exploring Hands Wide Fist] to break the limit early, obtaining the [Extending Arm (Basic)] trait.

Two main effects:

One[Flexible Arm], barely useful...

His current arm is like a boneless snake, able to twist and turn from the back of his head to the front to pick his nose...

Another effect[Extending Arm], freely extending and stretching, the arm is exceptionally long...

But unfortunately, this effect is overshadowed by the effect of Flower of the Flesh, rendering it completely useless.

The new trait’s effect is mediocre, he didn’t dwell on it too much.

He had psychological expectations for second-tier fists.

But the key is, he has practiced to break the limit, yet the Arhat brothers still haven’t come to find him...

Meng Chuan now realizes his earlier thoughts were a bit overly optimistic.

Whether the Eighteen Arhats will seek him does not depend on his own wishes, but on their own considerations.

Cannot force it.

Perhaps because he does not have a Buddhist Sect faith, or because his talent display is still insufficient, unable to attract martial arts fortune.

Various reasons, one way or another, are all possible.

"But I can only do my best, focus on accomplishing my own tasks..."

Wait until the Long Brow Fist breaks the limit and then see, if he still cannot summon them, then consider other strategies.

The living cannot be suffocated by urine.

...

The next day.

The weather in Yu Province turns cooler, Shaoshi Mountain is the first to notice.

The martial artist novices, due to not having taken the full ordination, cannot wear specially made robes that are warm in winter and cool in summer.

They all change into thicker cassocks, enveloping the mountain in a coat of dark yellow.

Meng Chuan remains as usual, wearing a thin shirt convenient for martial arts practice.

Worldly temperature fluctuation is irrelevant to him, comfort in clothing is all that matters.

The young monk greets from afar:

"Brother Meng, let’s go!"

"Coming."

Upon hearing the call, he gathers his fists to respond.

Descends the mountain with him, heading to the martial monk courtyard.

Today, the elderly instructor in white robe teaching Xingyi Arhat Fist is coming to give a lecture.

At the pivotal moment for breaking the limit of Long Brow Fist, perhaps he could gain an inspiration or two, cannot be missed.

The descending mountain path is steep, Meng Chuan exchanges Zen insights with the young monk, talking while walking.

After several rounds of exchanges, Jue Ming secretly marveled.

Brother Meng’s progress in Buddhist philosophy is too apparent, just like himself, deriving classic interpretations from subtle observations, without any hesitation.

Unaware of the young monk’s surprise, he curiously asks:

"Jue Ming, do you think with my current level of Buddhist philosophy, I could pass Master Baibao’s test?"

The young monk pondered for a moment, shook his head:

"The standards set by Divine Monk Baibao, the difficulty of the test, I do not know.

But in my humble opinion, Brother Meng, you are not of Buddhist Sect origin, yet with such a background in Buddhist philosophy, the Divine Monk should not make it difficult for you."

He nodded, then said:

"Does the young master know this Heart Sutra spell? Named [Pharmacist Purify the Six Roots Recognize Color Technique]."

Jue Ming nodded:

"Of course I know, the ultimate method for purifying the six roots and overcoming Heart Demon.

Once I break two, and my sea of consciousness is broadened, I shall also learn it for study."

Meng Chuan understood, seemingly this method is indeed extraordinary.

Considered widely to be a powerful Heart Sutra spell within Shaolin.

"Then does the young master think, with my current level of practice... am I qualified?"

"Brother Meng studies the Buddhist philosophy, is it for this method?"

"There is some partial motivation."

This method requires passing Master Baibao’s Buddhist philosophy test before it can be learned.

"I’m afraid there’s still some heat lacking, my master is a strong figure in this practice.

He once said: practicing the Six Roots Recognize Color requires a deep understanding of Buddhist teachings, able to perceive Buddha in the subtle aspects of the Six Roots."

The Six Roots, refer to the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, these six senses of human contact with the external world.

Corresponding perceptions, are seeing colors with the eyes, hearing sounds with the ears, smelling scents with the nose, tasting flavors with the tongue, feeling touch with the body, cognizing phenomena with the mind.

Meng Chuan contemplated for a moment.

Color, sound, scent, taste, he often debates Buddhist philosophy with the young monk, these four roots pose no problem.

As for the body’s sense of touch, perceiving Zen from the objects touched, perhaps still a bit lacking.

And regarding the mental thought, perceiving Zen in the thoughts of others.

He himself is uncertain, ultimately he must rely on Master Baibao for judgment.

Thinking this way, he finds he is not too far off.

Meanwhile.

The annoyance from not being able to summon the "spirit" of Arhat brothers is also somewhat alleviated.