nownovels Chapter 211 The Arrogant Little Monk, Half a Slap
Chapter 211 The Arrogant Little Monk, Half a Slap
"Uncle-Master, this is ultimately our business. Isn't it inappropriate to involve these two fellow Daoists?"
The young monk Jiekong stepped out from behind Zen Master Huijing. He curiously sized up Zhang Zhiwei and Lü Qian for a moment, and a fighting spirit welled up in his eyes.
"My name is Jie Kong. I greet you two fellow Daoists."
As Lü Qian sized up this future Buddhist elder, he suddenly felt the wonder of time and the world.
In his time, Jiekong was a leading figure in Buddhism and a renowned monk both within and outside the Buddhist community.
Normally, this high monk always had a kind and benevolent appearance, exuding a serene Buddhist aura, and seemed to be an easy-going and tolerant old monk.
However, according to Grand Tutor Zhou Meng and Grandfather Lü Ci, this easy-going and tolerant old monk was not weak in martial arts; he could be described as an extremely powerful martial monk.
Lu Qian had also inquired about the conduct of these elders when they were young, but they all remained silent, as if they had been told what to say.
At first, Lü Qian didn't understand the reason, only thinking that the past was too painful to recall and would only cause sorrow.
But the experience of the dream of wealth and glory told Lü Qian that these past events were indeed unbearable to recall, but they were not only saddening, but also easy for his younger disciples to laugh at.
Who would have thought that the venerable and dignified Celestial Master who would later dominate the world of supernatural beings was once a carefree and mischievous troublemaker in his youth?
The later cruel and ruthless Lü Ci, cold-hearted and even more heartless, was a young man who valued brotherhood, was bold and cheerful, and always obeyed his elder brother Lü Ren.
Zhou Meng, who later became the pillar of Wudang Mountain and possessed superb Tai Chi skills, is now just a nobody ignored by his fellow disciples.
Not to mention the difference between the somewhat belligerent and arrogant young monk Jiekong today and the easygoing and tolerant Master Jiekong of the Ten Elders of Buddhism in later generations—the difference is like heaven and earth.
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Lu Qian looked at the young monk Jie Kong blocking his way and smiled as he waved his whisk.
"We two have no intention of getting involved in Buddhist affairs, but if it concerns ordinary people, no matter what their situation is, we still have to make a trip."
"I wonder what guidance Brother Jiekong has?"
"I wouldn't call it guidance, but this matter is indeed dangerous. I'm afraid your cultivation is insufficient, and you might lose your lives as a result."
Although Jie Kong's words were made out of concern, his arrogance was undisguised and extremely unpleasant to hear.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei stepped forward, flicked his sleeve to reveal his strong arms, and opened one large hand toward Jie Kong.
"Brother Jie Kong hasn't even tried yet, so how do you know our cultivation levels are insufficient?"
Indeed, Lü Qian also stepped forward, his arm holding the whisk swaying, revealing a strong arm and a large hand.
"Amitabha, since that's the case, then I'll trouble you two young friends to teach my nephew a lesson."
Zen Master Huijing stood behind Jiekong, not stopping the current scene, but rather seemingly pleased with it.
According to his understanding, at the Lu family's birthday banquet, these two Taoist heroes were like immortals descended to earth, making some of the sect leaders present feel ashamed.
While in the temple, Jiekong defeated all his peers and was even able to debate and discuss scriptures with some of the elders.
This has led to Jie Kong's current excessively arrogant personality.
Originally, Zen Master Huijing was also somewhat troubled by this matter.
After all, the only thing that can truly subdue a young prodigy is another young prodigy.
Their elders' intervention, ironically, only highlighted Jie Kong's outstanding qualities among his peers, potentially fueling his arrogance.
Now is the perfect time to have these two fellow Daoist disciples take action, so as to completely suppress Jie Kong's temper.
Ultimately, while Jie Kong is outstanding enough, he cannot reach the level of these two, because that level is no longer that of an ordinary person.
Moreover, Zen Master Huijing had only heard about the two men's deeds and could not personally determine the extent of their spiritual cultivation.
This is a good opportunity to let Jie Kong act as a punching bag and test the cultivation level of these two junior Daoist disciples.
This will also allow him to figure out how to allocate the tasks most efficiently.
Thinking of this, Zen Master Huijing smiled with relief, as if worried that Lü Qian and Zhang Zhiwei were not exerting enough force, and he quickly added.
"Young friends, please do not be careless. My nephew Jiekong is a rare talent in our temple, one in a hundred years. His Buddhist cultivation is comparable to that of some of the older generation of monks."
"If you want to test their strength, there's no need for that. Let's use our real skills instead."
Zen Master Huijing's words were like a spring breeze, making the young monk Jiekong smile with a touch of pride.
"Fellow Daoists, please don't hold back. For your sake, I, too, will not hold back."
He got into position and shouted at the two men opposite him, "Come on!"
Lü Qian and Zhang Zhiwei exchanged a slightly strange glance.
"Who goes first?"
"Old Lu, you go first."
Zhang Zhiwei stepped back, handing the stage to Lü Qian, who then displayed a slightly mischievous smile.
Lu Qian casually tossed the whisk that was draped over his arm to his shoulder, raised his right hand, and the wide sleeve of his robe slid down, revealing his strong arm even more completely.
He opened his palm and gestured towards Jie Kong with his four fingers together.
"please!"
"boom--"
The words had barely left his mouth when a muffled thunderclap sounded.
Suddenly, Jie Kong, who was seven steps away, unleashed a powerful aura, and his tattered clothes bulged as his body was stretched taut.
His eyes became piercing, the muscles in his face tensed, he lowered his waist and hips, rooted himself to the ground, and drew immense strength from the ground, making his clothes billow even more violently.
The little monk who looked like a beggar just moments ago now resembles a majestic Arhat in a temple.
"drink!"
Jie Kong glared angrily and roared, the sound like thunder emanating from his mouth, resembling the fury of a lion.
"The Lion's Roar of Buddhism".
Lu Qian stood there with great interest, his posture unmoving, his eyes still calm and indifferent.
The Buddhist Lion's Roar was initially a technique used to shake the mind and disrupt the enemy's energy flow, essentially a means of frightening people.
If a person is frightened, their three souls and seven spirits become unstable, and the Qi flowing throughout their body will naturally be affected, even causing weakness in their meridians.
But if one practices to the end and develops profound skill, then this frightening skill can truly be terrifying.
Seeing that Lü Qian was not affected, Jie Kong also began to take this young man from the Daoist sect seriously.
He braced his fists on either side of his body, tilted his body slightly to the side, and pressed his feet firmly to the ground, like a tiger poised to pounce.
【Tiger-Taming Arhat Fist】
"Thump!"
It was like a muffled thunderclap striking a giant drum, the sound deep yet imposing.
Jie Kong's taut legs slammed against the ground, and like a tiger that had just gathered its strength, he leaped into the air and pounced down with tremendous force.
In nature, tigers have very strong hind legs and are very good at jumping because they usually hunt by pouncing.
"call--"
In mid-air, Jie Kong's fists, which were positioned on either side, were swung out, the force of the punches carrying along the air in their path.
A sharp wind enveloped his fist and palm, like a sharp tiger's claw striking towards Lü Qian.
"Splash splash splash..."
The sound of waves seemed to echo in the void. Lü Qian stood still, turned his body backward, pulled his outstretched palm back, and then struck forward with his body.
In the back and forth, a continuous, flowing force arose in his palm.
These forces flowed and surged along the palm lines, instantly spreading to the entire hand.
Ripples spread outwards, propelling the water with a force that gradually builds up into waves.
【Tai Chi Ruyi Jin】
Lu Qian's movements appeared slow, but in the blink of an eye, he had accumulated a torrent of power, as if the waves of the ocean were swirling within his palm.
He calmly extended his fist, which seemed to contain the ocean, forward to meet the tiger's claw descending from mid-air.
The surging force surged and overturned with his movements, sweeping towards the fierce wind.
"Pop!"
Like the sound of a bubble bursting, a wave-like force surged and flowed, dissolving and dissipating the originally powerful tiger claw.
In an instant, the force, like a wave, spread from the point of contact into a surface, and then flowed upstream along Jie Kong's arm.
The wind blades that were wrapped around the arms were neutralized by the layers of force, and then transformed into a stream of wind that carried the force as the waves pushed them forward.
No sooner said than done, all of this happened in the instant the fists and palms collided.
"Um?"
Jie Kong, who was swooping down from mid-air, suddenly frowned. The force coming from his arm seemed to have absorbed his own strength, causing half of his body to go limp.
He used his waist and abdomen to turn around in mid-air, and kicked his legs towards Lü Qian, trying to take advantage of the situation to withdraw his fists.
"It's too late."
"Tai Chi never lets its opponent have the upper hand, Master Jiekong, be careful."
Seeing this, Lü Qian remained calm and withdrew his right palm, which had been holding the waves, backward. As he turned, the surging waves swept over his entire body.
"Splash splash splash..."
Like a floodgate being opened, the force spread throughout his body with the movement of his robe sleeves, and the surging waves transformed into a vortex that enveloped Lü Qian.
"Pop!"
When Jie Kong's legs touched the vortex, the surging force within completely neutralized the force in his legs, and then carried his lower body along with the vortex.
"Whoosh—"
Lu Qian, amidst the waves, resembled an immortal playing with the tides. His strength emanated from his sleeves, and with a flick of his hands, the whirlpools surrounding him expanded, making the waves swirl even more violently.
"Splash splash splash..."
The suddenly expanding vortex directly encompassed the void in mid-air, submerging it in layers of stacked waves.
[Golden Bell Cover]
Pulled by the force, Jie Kong panicked. The surrounding force was like wind and water, completely enveloping him from head to toe. He quickly gathered his energy and calmed his mind, and his whole body shone with a brilliant golden light.
"Brother Jie Kong, my Tai Chi is not just about strength."
Just as he was resisting the crashing waves, Lü Qian's voice suddenly rang in his ears.
In his line of sight, a hand wrapped in water slammed toward his chest.
The Golden Bell Cover is a defensive technique, the key to which is to condense a breath of true qi within the body and keep it still, thereby suppressing the entire body.
The golden light dissipated from his right hand, and taking advantage of the moment when the golden light faded, he emptied his right hand into a claw and went straight to meet Lü Qian's slap.
"Splash splash splash..."
But the force of the surrounding waves constantly eroded the power of his claw, while Lü Qian's palm seemed to be in its element, striking down on Jie Kong's head just before they were about to make contact.
"Snapped!"
Jie Kong turned his head in a panic, but half of the palm landed on his face, catching Lü Qian off guard.
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