With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 613 - 550: Leading the Team to Linfengdeng, Who Will Forge the Sacred Embryo?

Chapter 613: Chapter 550: Leading the Team to Linfengdeng, Who Will Forge the Sacred Embryo?

Just as Meng Chuan was immersed in his cultivation.

At the same time, the little monk Jue Ming didn’t last as long.

He had already stepped out of the cultivation room and was playing chess with his master in the first floor hall.

The master’s daily duty was to guard the cultivation room, which was quite lonely.

Even if he didn’t come to the cultivation room to practice boxing, he often played chess with his master to relieve his boredom.

"Master, Meng Chuan and Master Liao Chen, what secret mission are they undertaking at the Demon Nest, do you know?"

Jue Ming picked up a chess piece, curious.

These few people have been acting a bit strange lately.

They stick together all day and are mysterious, as if they’re hiding something from him...

The old monk smiled slightly and gave some advice:

"This is an exclusive task only accessible to those with the status of national talent; many aspects have confidentiality policies, so they won’t tell you.

Without this status, one can only break through to Grandmaster.

Otherwise, even as a master, I cannot leak the secrets."

"National talent?"

Jue Ming knew of this term.

Shaolin would have just about ten nomination quotas each year, but few pass.

He had never been nominated and was unaware of the specific assessment items.

Having asked Brother Meng, who was tight-lipped about it.

He merely said: "When the opportunity comes, it will happen..."

The old monk rubbed his head, quietly reneging on a move...

Then laughed and said:

"Concentrate on cultivating, when your skills improve further, I’ll strive to get you a nomination quota."

Jue Ming was attracted by these words, completely unknowingly of the master’s small actions...

He excitedly asked:

"Is there any danger?"

"Of course there is, just like: The three realms have no peace, like a house on fire, full of sufferings, frightfully terrifying."

"I understand..."

Jue Ming nodded, reining in some of his excitement.

Being a national talent isn’t easy.

The master’s words were from the "Lotus Sutra."

The meaning is that worldly sufferings are like a house on fire, filled with various pains, requiring constant vigilance.

With this Buddhist philosophy, he advised him that nothing is absolutely safe, and one should not expect things to come easily.

He secretly motivated himself.

Determined to practice martial arts well and soon join Meng Chuan and Master Liao Chen’s ranks.

The old monk smiled brightly, placing a piece, advising his disciple on the essentials of cultivation.

A moment later, just as he was about to continue speaking.

At this moment, a damp feeling swept in from the staircase entrance, like water vapor, shining resplendently.

Circles wavered, filling the entire hall.

Giving the surrounding decorations, even the floor tiles beneath feet, a thin layer of moist dew.

The little monk saw this scene and squinted in amazement.

Every time Brother Meng’s skills increased greatly, the aura when he completed his retreat was spectacular!

Had he known...

Had he known the Xingyi Sect was so miraculous, he wouldn’t have practiced the Elephant Form!

The little monk regretted...

Sadly now, nothing can be done.

Entering the stage of condensing the six apertures, the meridians have already set.

Even if he "severs his meridians," it’s too late to change cultivation.

It was just a thought, the Xingyi Sect emphasizes "principle," not suitable for his stubborn mind...

The old monk flicked his sleeve to protect the chessboard.

Then beckoned, stopping the dispersing invisible water waves, and the abnormal phenomenon calmed.

Meng Chuan strode in, his movements like a dragon and tiger.

Like waves of spiritual energy surging, enveloping him as they flowed around, filling the entire hall.

Standing by the old monk and Jue Ming, the intense Water Attribute Martial Arts Momentum dissipated.

Seeing the master once again put away his nearly "defeated" chess game.

The little monk looked helpless.

The old monk laughed heartily, then concentrated, amazed at the lingering scattered aura on Meng Chuan:

"Donor Meng, has your Divine Skill advanced again? Breakthroughs are like eating and drinking, truly making the old monk envious."

Coming to cultivate every day, Meng Chuan was also familiar with the counterpart.

He pulled over a nearby chair, sat down, and with clasped fists, smiled:

"Sorry to disturb your chess game, senior, I feel guilty."

"Not at all, not at all, old monk was about to win anyway."

Beside them, Jue Ming was pouring tea:

"..."

A gulp of boiling tea went down his stomach, Meng Chuan voiced thanks.

Chatted for a bit, and incidentally discussed Buddhism with the old monk, gaining much.

The old monk was accepting of Meng Chuan’s queries.

They talked about the past, present, and future of the three worlds.

The old monk smiled slightly, explaining:

"The annotation here is from the ’Vimalakirti Sutra.’ Although it is the philosophy of the Yanhua Sect, it does not stump the old monk.

It is like the sun in the sky, illuminating everything; Buddha wisdom is like that, understanding the law of the three worlds."

Meng Chuan solemnly admired him, truly worthy of being a high monk from Shaolin Temple.

Even with other sect’s classics, his knowledge was comprehensive and admirable.

Seeing the old monk’s erudition, just right on the topic of "Great Sun," Meng Chuan asked about the recent weather.

"Senior, recently the weather feels like a cauldron overturned, blazing hot, could this be the Buddha showing power?"

"...Don’t stick everything onto the Buddha."

The old monk continued sipping tea, slowly speaking:

"About the recent weather, the old monk was curious a few days ago.

Yesterday, facing the sun, ascended with the wind, wanting to observe the sun’s change, guess what happened?"

Meng Chuan glanced at Jue Ming, who stood serving tea, his voice thinly woven to him:

"The human dimension elevated, causing sunlight change, Zhao Dasheng broke through eight secretly?"

"...Also don’t stick everything onto dimension changes, dimension changes are subtle and gradual.

If you want to witness specific changes, you must break through the atmosphere and face the one outside."

"..."

Meng Chuan understood; the one mentioned was the "Upper Demon God."

Could he dare go, it’s joking isn’t it?

The old monk sighed, tone somewhat envious:

"Whether Zhao Dasheng broke through eight is unknown, but someone is about to break seven and become a saint."