With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 595 - 541: Mad Demon Staff Technique, The World Recognizes Me!

Chapter 595: Chapter 541: Mad Demon Staff Technique, The World Recognizes Me!

As soon as the protective aura was removed, the old monk turned his head and shouted loudly:

"All of you disperse and get back to your martial arts training! The Buddha is watching, one by one, you’re all embarrassing."

As he regained his thoughts, Shi Nan couldn’t help but wonder...

Clearly, Shaolin is in its heyday, with the second most powerful [Physical Buddha] abbot, and disciples growing strong and talented.

Yet ever since this young man came to the mountain, there’s a sense of impending decline...

While pondering, Shi Nan looked at Meng Chuan with regret.

He lamented that the boy wasn’t a Shaolin disciple, sigh...

Shaking his head, the old monk stopped dwelling on these thoughts.

Shi Nan, understanding the greater matters at hand, thought, what does it matter if he’s not a Shaolin Temple disciple?

If this boy is strong, so is the human race; why harbor any resentment!

Reflecting on this, he recalled the young man’s recent feat of defeating ten men with one blow.

The old monk waved him over, feeling moved.

Meng Chuan sensed the call and stood at attention.

"Fat monk, let’s talk another day. Grandmaster Shi Nan is calling me over."

Meng Chuan said as Liao Chen resumed his squinty, sneaky smile, pressing his palms together to bid farewell:

"Donor Meng, go ahead, don’t keep Master Shi Nan waiting. We’ll discuss matters of the law another day."

As he turned and walked away, Liao Chen pondered as he watched his back:

"I should visit Yaoshi Peak to get some medicine for internal injuries.

If Brother Liao Hai has an epiphany and breaks through with Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, I, the Buddha, will become the main force in the Demon Nest task..."

Recalling the national task [Chi Li] Demon Nest outside Fengdeng City.

Liao Chen’s squinted eyes narrowed further; he suddenly thought:

"If Brother Liao Hai can’t make it to the breakthrough, I could ask Donor Meng if he’d be willing to come..."

Compared to myself, this boy is resilient and better suited as a vanguard...

If worse comes to worst, I’ll even give him Liao Hai’s captain role.

Having an extra strong ally greatly enhances safety.

It’s much more important than the 20% special battle merit incentive for the mission captain.

Amitabha—the Buddha cherishes life...

...

The Martial Monk Academy training ground.

The disciples circled around the old monk, practicing fists from a distance.

Fearing to offend them as he was somewhat angry.

Meng Chuan heard Grandmaster Shi Nan’s call and walked to the front, clasping his fists in a respectful salute:

"Greetings, elder, may I ask what you require of me?"

He had great respect for this Grandmaster Shi Nan.

When teaching the fist skills, he didn’t hold back because Meng Chuan was a "fake monk", but taught inclusively.

Everything was taught, and taught with care.

The Arhat Fist skills progressed so quickly not just due to talent, but also because of his contributions.

This type of elder master, along with Master Bai Bao, Venerable Shi, and other monks, truly embodied the esteemed monk image in his mind.

The old monk, seeing him approach, said nothing more, reaching behind his back.

Meng Chuan followed with his gaze, puzzled, unsure of the monk’s intention.

The next moment, the jujube wood zen staff, previously used for striking the disciples, slipped out from the monk’s sleeve into his palm.

The staff tip lightly touched the ground tiles, and without much force, it reverberated with a "boom!", causing Meng Chuan to stumble.

Shi Nan spoke:

"This move is called the Stabilizing Sea Needle."

Before the words fell, the old monk flicked the staff’s end with his finger.

The jujube staff swiftly left the ground, caught in his fingers, becoming horizontal.

The next moment—

The old monk swung the staff, "Sweeping the Clouds to See the Sun."

In an instant, the world fell silent as the staff tip swept across the void, reaching a hundred zhang far, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Meng Chuan’s eyes followed the ripple into the distance.

In this scene, everything seemed to transform into this dark yellow line.

In the distance, withered pine wood collided, the line skewed, twisted, and shattered like a snapped string.

Bringing the pine wood with it, transforming into wisps of white smoke.

Silently and spontaneously, a towering ten-zhang ancient tree returned to dust and soil.

The power was unmatched, yet the presence was subtle.

Apart from the disciples practicing fists around them, no one else noticed.

Seeing his gaze turn back, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The old monk retracted the staff, pressing his palms together to explain:

"It couldn’t survive this winter, I merely helped it enter reincarnation, which is a kind of merit.

Your perception of all things’ Qi isn’t enough, you can’t see the cycle of cause and effect.

Like when I saw you, as if witnessing a sunrise, radiating vibrant life.

In contrast, I am like tomorrow’s withered flower."

"Elder, you overpraise, I understand..."

Meng Chuan awkwardly smiled.

He initially thought the old monk was doing environmental destruction like he used to...

Unexpectedly, he could relate it to Buddhist teachings, truly a high monk...

However, what he said is correct.

My observation of the spiritual energy of all things is indeed superficial.

Ultimately, it’s due to the shallow years of practice and insufficient enlightenment.

Returning to his senses, he saw the old monk examining him, asking:

"This is one of Shaolin’s seventy-two ultimate skills, also the strongest staff technique in existence, known as the [Demon Fury Staff Technique], would you like to learn it?"

Meng Chuan thought for a moment and shook his head, declining.

Previously, he learned the [Gold Point Finger] secret technique to save time on weapon practice.

The second layer of this technique, [As If Using an Arm], was halfway through proficiency.

He’s not far from the third layer [Unity of Man and Weapon] realm, ensuring mastery of all eighteen types of weapons.

Though this Demon Fury Staff Technique could enhance his skills.

But it neither grants Qi Blood nor breaks through limits.

His time is limited, and overall it doesn’t serve much purpose.

Besides, he doesn’t use a staff...

The old monk’s expression remained unchanged, seemingly anticipating his refusal.

Then, he practiced stick techniques by himself, speaking softly:

"Mad Demon Stick Technique is the top-level stick skill passed down in our temple for a thousand years. Although it cannot exchange Yuan energy, it adds to the skill of weapon strikes.

Yet, by studying it deeply and mastering the four major parts [Tianqi, Tianmen, Mad Demon, Niusi], you can greatly enhance your martial arts abilities."

Improving martial arts skills?

Meng Chuan’s eyes brightened, and he spoke candidly...

"Have you ever seen the realm known as [Recognizing Heaven and Earth]?"

He clasped his hands in respect and asked earnestly:

"Please enlighten the junior."

"Recognizing Heaven and Earth?"

The old monk chuckled, twirling his staff, and pointed at the pine forest a hundred meters away.

"Can’t make it through this winter?"

Meng Chuan widened his eyes, thinking the old monk wanted them all to enter the cycle of reincarnation...

In the next instant, they heard a rustling sound like the rain.

The pine trees bowed low in succession, bending towards the old monk, as if worshiping Buddha.

The old monk retracted his staff and laughed boldly:

"It’s Heaven and Earth recognizing me, it seems!"

"Heaven and Earth recognizing me..."

Meng Chuan pondered repeatedly and suddenly felt enlightened.

Even the Divine Mountain within him rose a few inches, greatly benefiting him.

He fully understood the essence of what the predecessor described.

At its core, it’s the old saying:

Weapons are an extension of the fists and embody the wisdom of Fist Skill.

Seeing Meng Chuan moved, the old monk continued:

"Stick techniques are not difficult. Once you learn them, you can find time to comprehend them, which won’t take much time away from practicing boxing.

Do you know why, among the myriad stick techniques in our temple, only the [Mad Demon Stick Technique] is listed among the world-renowned seventy-two supreme skills?

It’s not just about the skills; it allows realization of [principles]. Many top-level Fist Skills in our temple were created based on it.

If you master it, you’ll naturally find endless uses."

Meng Chuan was finally intrigued, but still hesitated:

"I have a doubt, why is the predecessor so insistent on teaching me..."

Not seeking personal gain.

Wary of the Buddhist sect’s causal theories, he’s worried about being entangled in karma.

For this reason, he felt it wasn’t quite worth it.

Upon hearing this, the old monk angrily drew out the staff, blew his beard, and glared:

"You brat, seeing your immense strength, seemingly born with Divine Power, I kindly offer to teach you. Fine, don’t learn then."

"Really?"

The old monk said nothing, raising the staff as if to strike...

Meng Chuan smiled sheepishly, dodged to the side, and firmly declared loudly:

"I’ll learn! Predecessor, if I wield the real heavy weapon in the future, can I fully unleash the power of this Mad Demon Stick Technique?"

The old monk’s expression softened, nodding:

"You possess great strength, indeed suited for such heavy real weapons, the combination is complementary.

The halberd, excluding weight and length, isn’t it just a stick with a fork at the front?

As long as you can handle them with ease, you can fully display your skills!"

"..."

Realizing his own fixation, the old monk was right, rough words yet sensible logic...

No better time than the present, Meng Chuan followed the old monk away.

First, they obtained the stick technique manual, followed by teaching.

Before leaving, he glanced back and saw two sets of big white teeth...

The two Western Regions people were still sizing him up.

Seeing his gaze, they responded with a smile.

Hmm... Their teeth are really white.

"That person is a distinguished guest from the Western Regions, son of the Double Saints. Perhaps they were curious because you looked valiant earlier."

The old monk saw him looking back and offered some advice.

Meng Chuan nodded in response, turning his body to leave.

Even if the other party’s status is noble, it doesn’t concern him, nor does he see any need for an alliance.

His primary connections are within the Central Plains and he has no reason to venture to the Western Regions.

...

That night.

"Mad Demon Stick Technique consists of seventy-two sequences, three hundred and sixty sticks, also including twenty-four techniques, ten swings and eight folds.

Being listed as one of the seventy-two supreme skills is truly reasonable..."

Meng Chuan mused as he walked, reflecting as he returned from learning the stick skills.

Most of the stick techniques, he has grasped.

The more difficult ones are supplemented through occasional practice.

To achieve what the old monk described, feeding back into martial principles, even creating realms for Fist Skill.

Relying on specialization, repeated practice, and understanding the underlying principles.

Relying on precision, often performing movements and mastering the fourteen-character essentials "rotate, block, latch, poke, chop, intercept, lift, strike at end, hidden hand grip" also allows for insights.

Naturally, he doesn’t have time to practice sticks every day, thus, grasping during future practices will suffice.

Once proven, eternally proving, excelling at this stick isn’t too difficult.

"It’s time to put getting a real heavy weapon on the agenda..."

The stick technique shouldn’t be learned in vain, back in Yong’an, I’ll put Tiger Soul online.

Perhaps it can fetch some money, to exchange for a Third Grade heavy weapon.

[Tiger Soul], being a Second Grade True Martial, feels somewhat light.

Usually, it’s used like a javelin or other long-range hidden weapon, quite effective...

Returning to the Moon Platform Residence.

After battling and studying martial arts during the day, Meng Chuan went back to his room, took out a bathing barrel from his waist badge, and enjoyed a thorough cleanse.

He shed all fatigue, got rid of the herbal bath aroma with a breeze induced by his will, then left the room.

Arriving at the side room, he saw Master Bai Bao cooking porridge, and helped himself to a bowl unceremoniously.

Meng Chuan slurped from the bowl, recounting the event with Liao Chen earlier today.

Master Bai Bao nodded with a smile:

"I went to Three Doors Palace for a delivery in the afternoon, and also heard monks discussing how you won the snake scale fruit bet by defeating Chen.

Being competitive is not bad, but victory should be justifiable. In the future, always introspect to avoid being targeted by Chi Li again."