With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 693 - 573: Bountiful Battle Merits, Revealing the Secrets of Two Realms!

Chapter 693: Chapter 573: Bountiful Battle Merits, Revealing the Secrets of Two Realms!

Meng Chuan listened intently, his expression heavy.

According to Master Baibao, the human world has truly reached a critical point of destruction and rebirth.

Compared to the high layers of the Cosmic Realm, with their terrifying lifespans stretching thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

The path of Qi Blood Martial Arts, the journey of the Martial Arts Family, has only just begun in the human world.

If the mountain whispering can be suppressed, it might extend a considerable period of growth for martial arts on Earth.

Seeing Master Baibao’s interest, Meng Chuan also took the opportunity to inquire about matters he did not understand:

"Mountain whispering... Is it similar to Chi Yan, like a ’Split Soul’ descending to Earth, trapped in Taihang Mountain?"

Bai Bao pondered:

"You can say that, but there are subtle distinctions.

You’ve been to the Dharma Realm many times; you should know its laws.

The arrival of mountain whispering in the human world is akin to how you travel to the Dharma Realm.

Its true form, the Divine Mountain, remains in the Cosmic Realm, while its spiritual power descends to Earth.

Meanwhile, most of the ultimate darkness on Earth exists in a similar manner.

In this way, they ingeniously avoid the massive dimensional barriers between the Cosmic Realm and Blue Star."

"Hmm... do Great Saint powerhouses traverse to the Cosmic Realm in spirit, while their physical bodies remain on Earth?"

Meng Chuan recalled when the Divine Dragon Great Saint appeared before him, surrounded by that green halo, and couldn’t help but ask for clarification.

Baibao nodded:

"Indeed... The Great Saint keeps a low profile in the human world; no one knows where they truly exist, as it’s also a means of protecting their physical body, avoiding giving opportunists a chance.

The barrier between the Cosmic Realm and Earth is significant; apart from the Great Saint’s mental strength, even I cannot send my spirit to this realm.

Of course, the Divine Temple serves its purpose, allowing worldly beings to transform into the cosmic energy of the realm, essentially as a precursor to crossing the dimensional barrier with a physical body.

With the Martial Arts True Gang protecting the body, it can remain unbroken as one traverses the chaotic time stream to descend upon the Cosmic Realm."

Meng Chuan understood; this was the reason the Divine Dragon Great Saint had previously explained to him why only a Martial Arts Grandmaster could journey to the Cosmic Realm.

It was suggested that the frequent ventures of Great Saints between two realms might not only be for personal cultivation but also to discern the physical forms of the ultimate darkness and find a way to counteract their Split Souls.

With this in mind, an idea struck him suddenly:

"Master Baibao, could it be that the move against mountain whispering was initiated because the Great Saints in the Cosmic Realm found this old demon’s weakness?"

Bai Bao thought briefly and shook his head.

"Even I do not know, perhaps.

Alright, the matter of demon elimination at Taihang is unrelated to you; focus earnestly on your cultivation.

Every being has Buddha-nature, though actions are impermanent, a good thought shines eternally. The human race stands firm and prospers, ultimately achieving success, without fear or worry."

"Understood."

Meng Chuan nodded repeatedly in agreement.

In his mind, humanity will surely win.

Defeating the Cosmic Realm invaders is only a matter of time.

Recalling the task of picking the Buddhist fruit from the Dragon-Crossing Tree, he immediately said:

"Before the new year, I need to return to my hometown Yong’an, and by then I will travel with Grandmaster Huijue.

If the Abbot can emerge by then, it would be best; if not, I won’t force it."

In order to exterminate the demons of Taihang, Abbot Xuanmou went into seclusion.

Given the gravity of the situation, it was natural for his affairs to be put on hold.

Baibao smiled warmly:

"You understand weighing importance and urgency; very good."

He thought for a while and added:

"With that matter resolved, you may come to Shaolin at any time.

Soon I will be leaving Shaolin; in the final days, take care of yourself.

Do not provoke those two Western Region guests again. If you cause trouble, without me in the mountains, no one will be able to help you."

Meng Chuan’s face showed some embarrassment.

He had indeed caused quite a bit of trouble during his half-year stay at Shaoshi Mountain...

He folded his hands in respect and thanked Master Baibao:

"Thank you, Master Baibao, for your care during these days; Meng Chuan won’t forget your great kindness."

Baibao waved his hand and laughed:

"You have understood Buddhist logic and the martial path; your future achievements are immeasurable.

The future Buddhist fruit, though precious, the world is an illusion, the future like the void embracing all phenomena, all comes from current karma, who can foresee?

According to your previous words, when breaking the predestined marking, rely on great wisdom to change the trajectory of past karma, the future is not fixed."

Meng Chuan solemnly replied:

"I will remember."

He rose to take his leave, knowing Master Baibao needed to prepare for the journey ahead, he did not interrupt.

Baibao also stood up and gave a final reminder:

"If there are any changes regarding Taihang Mountain, I will send you a message. Be cautious after you return to Yong’an."

Meng Chuan nodded:

"I understand."

Just then, he saw Jue Ming emerge from the kitchen, wiping his hands with a smile:

"The bowls are clean, Brother Meng; are you satisfied?"

Meng Chuan jested:

"Expecting a reward for cleaning bowls? Next time, I’ll give you an extra bowl of congee."

Stepping out of the main hall, Meng Chuan glanced at the sky and escorted the young monk down the mountain, all while considering his next steps.

The matter of harvesting the fruit of the Dragon-Crossing Tree still required patience.

But the path of cultivation is long and not urgent.

Continue to practice briefly at Shaoshi Mountain, then return to Yong’an with Grandmaster Huijue when his tasks are complete.

For now, focus on self-cultivation, to eliminate Fang Jianxing at Zishou Temple and to prepare for the Dawn Exhibition Martial Arts afterward.

As he was contemplating, he suddenly heard the young monk beside him speak earnestly:

"Brother Meng, my Qi Observation Skill has seen some progress recently, I’d like to ask you for guidance."

Jue Ming had been secretly practicing Daoist Qi Refinement methods day and night, and had made considerable progress.

He had always been curious about Meng Chuan’s ’real skills.’

Meng Chuan imitated Master Baibao, casually testing the young monk’s discernment of Qi movement.

Afterward, he was somewhat surprised himself.

The young monk stood on the threshold of the main hall, and with a simple sniff, he could tell if the chickens in the coop had made any droppings today...

His Daoist Qi Observation level was already quite proficient, not considered entry-level.

For a monk to possess such talent within a few short months was remarkable.

Seeing this, he nodded and said:

"Little monk, today I will teach you the ’Yu Anle’."

The other party learning it now is still a bit early.

But since I’m about to leave the mountain, teaching it early might as well fulfill the little monk’s wish.

"Thank you, Brother Meng, Brother Meng is so generous!

May you encounter good fortune on your journey, may all troubles disperse, day by day..."

The little monk looked delighted, clasping his hands together repeatedly, his mouth overflowing with auspicious words...

Day and night I’ve yearned for this, finally I’ve learned it!

Shaoshi Mountain is indeed a big "training ground."

To stand out among many disciples, having some "unique skills" is essential.

Learning this skill, surely for next year’s mid-autumn ’Monk Arena Competition’, and a position in the national talent quota.

I should have my own place!

Meng Chuan saw the little monk so excited, and gave a heads-up before teaching, to prevent overly high expectations.

"The Yu Anle method is based on ancient Qi refining techniques; it requires actions to guide, internal energy harmonization, and long-term perseverance for improvement.

The core lies in the harmonious internal-external union of form and spirit, practicing diligently like polishing a mirror to remove dust, progressing daily, this is not a feat achieved overnight."

He himself progresses in cultivation by months, not to mention others?

Meng Chuan patiently instructed, but the little monk didn’t care about that.

"What are you babbling about? Donor Meng, quickly teach it to me!"

"..."

...

Time flies like a white colt crossing a gap, in less than ten days it’s the year-end.

Meng Chuan was training briefly on Shaoshi Mountain, waiting to descend the mountain with Grandmaster Huijue back to Yong’an, while deeply immersing himself in martial arts.

A few days ago, the clearing of remaining Celestial Demons inside the Chi Li Demon Nest was nearly complete.

This place has completely turned into a breeding ground for fire attribute related treasures for humans.

The nation transplanted many celestial treasures suitable for Fiery Sun Heaven growth.

They also migrated dozens of first and second-tier Tiger Demons, used for growing Tiger Saliva Dates.

Meng Chuan learned of this news from the Fengdeng Garrison, and their battle achievements were also compiled.

Expected around midday today, they would be uploaded to individual info panels for query.

Quartermaster Wang Mian said the time taken for compiling just his heavenly demon material-converted achievements took a whole day.

Meng Chuan was embarrassed.

But indeed, in this wave of entering the demon nest, he truly killed to his heart’s content...

At Liao Chen’s home.

At noon, Meng Chuan came for a small gathering.

The chubby monk Liao Chen personally handled the cooking, full of fish and meat, dripping with greasy oil.

No wonder he didn’t want to dine at the Shaolin Temple’s cafeteria.

Turns out he privately cooked at home every day...

"Amitabha—Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha stays in the heart."

Liao Chen came out with braised large pork knuckles, seeing Meng Chuan’s expression of disbelief, he smiled and explained.

Meng Chuan shook his head, which home’s monk eats fish and meat daily; Liao Chen is truly unique...

"If I were Buddha, I would collect you tonight."

Receiving the bowls, chopsticks, and cups handed over by a novice monk, he poured himself some kung fu wine and also poured some for Liao Chen.

At a table for four, only he and Liao Chen drank wine.

The other two monks only ate meat, not drinking wine.

Upon hearing Liao Chen’s "excuse", Liao Hai showed a look of disdain.

He was about to mock the chubby monk for stealing meat while trying to act virtuous.

When he saw Liao Qing silently moving his chopsticks to snatch a large piece of pork skin.

He got anxious too, said nothing more, and hurriedly moved his chopsticks.

Liao Chen saw this scene and, wiping his hand on the apron, immediately joined the fight for pork skin...

"Leave some for Buddha!"

"Can’t leave any!"

...

After eating and drinking his fill, Meng Chuan rubbed his belly, the chubby monk’s cooking skills weren’t bad.

After a short rest, he and the three monks left the table, returning to the main hall to sit down.

Tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks didn’t need manual cleaning.

Two little novice monks, one wiping, one washing dishes, had clear division of labor.

Meng Chuan saw this, and silently lamented Shaoshi Mountain, not easy.

Not all monks on the mountain can be like the Monk Arena disciples.

They only need to practice martial arts, other things are put aside.

They have to work, Shaoshi Mountain does not feed idlers.

But on second thought, Meng Chuan felt relieved.

On the path of pursuit of Martial Arts, some people with good talent practice diligently, resisting celestial demons and protecting the human realm;

Some with lesser talent, work to support martial arts, seeking a chance to enter the martial path;

And some with neither talent nor perseverance, just muddle through life, live freely.

In the main hall.

Several monks all took out their phones, full of joy.

Clicking into personal info pages, checking their gains.

"Got it, got it!"

Liao Hai’s face was beaming, showing his phone to everyone.

"Amitabha—Profited greatly, fourteen thousand!"

Liao Chen chuckled, showing his achievements:

"Hehe, Buddha has seventeen thousand! Liao Hai little novice, also Liao Qing little monk, Buddha’s smelly socks should be washed by you two."

Liao Qing coughed lightly, usually calm and collected face was also showing a hint of joy.

He placed his phone flat on the table, smiled faintly and said:

"This humble monk has seventeen thousand nine hundred two, apologies, both of you should wash the socks for this humble monk."

Liao Yuan and Liao Hai crowded over, confirmed repeatedly several times, then angrily cursed:

"...Damn!"