Chapter 1001: Chapter 656: Tathagata, Soul Devourer, Martial Contest Unleashed! (6k)

On the other side of the phone, Meng Chuan’s voice was hot and urgent.

It felt as if he were sitting right next to her, blowing air into her ear, making her heart itch.

Upon this thought, Yang Yuelian couldn’t help but ask:

[Hmm... What are you up to?]

Meng Chuan replied without hesitation:

[Come!]

[... then should I go find you?]

[Okay, I’ll meet you at the foot of the mountain.]

After hanging up, Meng Chuan couldn’t hide his smile, revealing a look of anticipation.

His dance moves were wide and expansive, while Yang Yuelian was even more brightly captivating.

So, if he went to the Yang Family, Meng Chuan might feel restrained; it was more suitable to call her to Lishan Mountain...

...

Time flowed silently amidst the intense applause.

Meng Chuan looked at Yang Yuelian, who was lying sideways on his shoulder, her exquisitely beautiful face like a flowing moonlight.

Hoo—

Meng Chuan let out a long breath, feeling relaxed and open-hearted.

Even though dancing had drained a lot of energy this time, it also relieved much of the stress in his heart...

During the intermission, Meng Chuan sat up to attend to business first.

Slumping his shoulders and lowering his body, the mystery emerged naturally, showcasing the Sitting Forget Skill.

Then Meng Chuan pulled the young lady from the Yang Family over, helping Yang Yuelian sit on him, adjusting her posture to find the right feeling.

"Hmm..."

For a moment, Yang Yuelian’s eyes sparkled, her clear eyes like gemstones, sparkling brightly.

"Chuan’er, I feel like... my body is breathing."

"Breathing?"

"Yes."

Meng Chuan secretly nodded, not expecting her to actually feel it, so different from when he taught Elder Dong!

This [War Heart Clarity] is pretty impressive...

Teaching Yang Yuelian the posture and breathing rhythm of this skill, business was done, and Meng Chuan’s restless hands began to wander over her slender waist, making Yang Yuelian laugh and murmur uncontrollably.

In an instant, Yang Yuelian couldn’t hold her body anymore, lying back down sideways, one hand supporting her tender cheek, smiling at the increasingly breathless Meng Chuan.

She picked up the hair tie held in her mouth, tying her beautiful long hair into a ponytail behind her head, then squatted down.

...

Dancing.

Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it flew by.

The waltz steps left footprints all over the room, whether on the sofa, in the bathroom, or under the tea table.

Every should-be or should-not-be place inside the room was filled with Meng Chuan’s top-tier dance moves.

No matter how terrifying the demands, they were just a bit of frost...

Why not, like last time, soar into the sky and fiercely play a soccer match, racing across the heavens?

There were too many masters at United University; they could easily see through his cloud manipulation with Gang Qi covering their eyes.

Meng Chuan didn’t have a special penchant for live-streaming soccer matches in full view of the public...

Time passed slowly, and dawn turned to light.

The first ray of white light in the morning dragged into a long rainbow.

Flowers in the courtyard trembled slightly after being watered by morning dew.

Her tied-up hair had long scattered, lazily hung down, as Yang Yuelian tilted her head, then raised her neck to kiss him.

A moment later, they reluctantly parted.

Yang Yuelian cradled Meng Chuan’s face, resting his head on her elastic, firm, and round thighs:

"When I return this time, I’ll go into complete seclusion, aiming to break three before the martial arts performance, no matter how pressured you feel... just settle it on your own!"

As Yang Yuelian spoke, she gestured strangely in the air, her pretty face couldn’t help but blush.

Meng Chuan was already in a state like a saintly Buddha, pressed his palms together and spoke solemnly:

"...I don’t need that, I’m going to Shaolin soon for a pilgrimage to purify my mind.

Amitabha—Form is emptiness."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yuelian immediately lowered her head, locking her gaze onto Meng Chuan’s face.

She was anxious...

"Learning martial arts is enough, the other stuff monks do... is not good! Don’t learn it recklessly..."

"I know..."

Meng Chuan lifted a strand of her hair, sniffing it at his nose, feeling relaxed.

This journey to Shaolin is firstly to take the Duo Wen Celestial King’s Dharma Crown, secondly to cultivate the Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill, and thirdly to attempt to pluck the future Buddha fruit.

All should be quick and straightforward, to make the final preparations for the martial arts performance.

...

Meanwhile, far away on Song Mountain.

Shaolin Temple.

Inside a spacious and bright treasure hall, the head monks of the temple, chiefs of each hall, and elders who had been in seclusion for years were all present.

The doors of the hall were tightly shut, with candles burning brightly.

Everyone was solemnly seated on prayer mats, arranged by seniority and duty, forming three circles inside and outside, with a vacant seat for the Abbot in the center.

No one whispered to each other, everyone silently recited scriptures.

Only the incense smoke rose straight up, and the atmosphere was heavy as iron.

Shortly, surrounded by several Celestial King Monks, Abbot Xuanmou arrived slowly.

All the monks stood up and said in unison:

"Amitabha... Abbot Senior Brother!"

The Buddhist Sect talks about the equality of all beings, Abbot Xuanmou, revered as the strongest person at the pinnacle of the Seventh Limit in the mortal world, is only called "Senior Brother" because of his leading cultivation.

Abbot Xuanmou sat cross-legged at the main seat, and the hall was filled with golden light.

His gaze slowly swept across the room, his voice sounded like a deep bell:

"Dear brothers, with compassion, today I called you here to discuss several matters.

The first one... 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

As each matter went by, the expressions of the monks in the hall varied.

There was joy and also a few hidden worries beneath the joy.

Abbot Xuanmou intended to go into seclusion again, accumulate strength, and attempt to break eight and enter the path!

This is Shaolin Temple’s biggest and most critical matter!

Breaking eight means leaving the mortal world, and Shaolin Temple only has this one Seventh Limit to oversee.

Will Shaolin Temple lose its prestige if the Abbot "breaks the boundary and ascends"?

A few Sixth Limit Divine Monks exchanged glances, none showing signs of tension, seemingly prepared...

Upon hearing the Abbot mention the dawn martial arts performance, the Immaculate Divine Monk responsible for this matter stood up, pressed palms together and stated: