Lao Tzu is Ji Gong

Li Xiuyuan spent 500 merit points to exchange for it. At the same time, the golden Buddha in his upper dantian was constantly deducing this cultivation method.

The golden Buddha statue is practicing the twelve forms of the Golden Bell Shield, each corresponding to a different entrance.

First; Subduing the Dragon and Tiger, Two Eagles Flying Together, Overlord Offering Wine, Azure Dragon Swinging its Tail, Wild Horse Shaking, Laozi Ascending the Throne, Immortal Guest Dusting, Dragonfly Skimming the Water, Cat Catching a Mouse, Tiger Seeking Food, Two Elements Twin Winds, Embracing the Moon in One's Arms.

After a while, Li Xiuyuan deduced the principle behind these twelve forms, but he still needed to put in some effort to truly master the Golden Bell Cover.

After all, although Li Xiuyuan knew this martial art, he couldn't master it immediately; it required a process, just like he had learned it before.

With more practice, as long as there are enough resources, it can be built up.

Chapter 16 Great Wheel King

Fortunately, the white tiger with piercing eyes that Li Xiuyuan killed last time contained immense spiritual energy, which would be a valuable resource for his external training.

As the saying goes: "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts!"

Without the right resources, it's difficult to train effectively. But with thousands of pounds of tiger meat, Li Xiuyuan's progress has been incredibly rapid.

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On this day, Li Xiuyuan traveled to the Western Regions. It had been a month since he left the Valley of Eternal Spring. He had cultivated the Golden Bell Shield to the eighth level, and as for the Supreme Heavenly Demon True Scripture, he had reached the Great Perfection of the first level.

However, Li Xiuyuan only had less than a third of the tiger meat left. Although the tiger meat contained a lot of essence, it would consume more and more energy as time went on. The remaining tiger meat would at most allow him to cultivate his Golden Bell Shield to the tenth level.

Another point worth mentioning is that Li Xiuyuan already has over a thousand merit points. As for sin points, he also has quite a few, having done things entirely as he pleased along the way.

The customs and traditions of the Western Regions are very different from those of other countries, and their clothing and decorations are even more different from those of the Central Plains.

On this day, Li Xiuyuan suddenly heard someone say that the National Preceptor of Turpan was about to give a speech, and that many monks from temples had rushed over to listen.

Li Xiuyuan learned from these people that this national teacher of Turpan preached and expounded the Dharma every five years, and today marked the fifth anniversary.

what!

Li Xiuyuan was startled. Could it be the National Preceptor of Turpan?

According to the plot of Tianlong, this person probably hasn't been born yet, but considering this chaotic world, it's possible that he might appear.

After thinking about this, Li Xiuyuan became interested and headed towards the place where the National Preceptor of Turpan was giving a sermon.

But before us stood a magnificent monastery, with green tiles and red walls. Its gates were wide open, above which hung a black plaque bearing three large vermilion characters: 【Nyingma School】.

Inside the Nyingma school was a large courtyard, densely packed with hundreds of monks. In front, on a high chair, sat a senior monk with an air of composure.

The man was dressed in a yellow monk's robe, was not yet fifty years old, and wore simple clothes and straw sandals. He was completely unremarkable, but his face was radiant and seemed to have a faint glow.

As for the thousands of people around, they must have been listening to the lecture.

what!

Sure enough, he's got some skills.

Li Xiuyuan was surprised. Of all the powerful people he had encountered along the way, Xiaoyaozi was the most formidable.

Secondly, there's the monk in front of us. Of course, Wu Yazi, Li Qiushui, Wu Xingyun, and others are still young and have great potential. Sooner or later, they will be more powerful than this monk.

However, this monk in front of us has probably exhausted his potential, and it will be extremely difficult for him to make any further progress.

Unless this person has a major opportunity, but not everyone in this world is as lucky as Li Xiuyuan.

The monk sitting in the chair spoke, "Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk is Kumārajīva. Today I will open the altar to preach the Dharma for everyone."

As he spoke, he began to continue.

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan suddenly spoke up, saying, "Wait!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and appeared before everyone's eyes, exuding the aura of a highly accomplished monk, making him someone not to be underestimated.

Kumārajīva was only a person at the acquired level, so naturally he was not taken seriously by Li Xiuyuan. However, he could not leave empty-handed after coming to the Nyingma Sect.

As for what Li Xiuyuan should value in Kumārajīva, it was only the scriptures of Esoteric Buddhism.

The Nyingma school is also a branch of Tantric Buddhism.

Although Li Xiuyuan's Great Sun Tathagata Sutra is thousands of times stronger than the martial arts in the esoteric sect, he would not complain about having too much!

Kumārajīva's heart sank slightly. Although the monk in front of him looked young, the voice he heard made it sound as if the monk was speaking right next to him.

Li Xiuyuan said calmly, "This humble monk is Daoji. Today I have seen that Your Majesty's Buddhist teachings are extraordinary. I feel an instant connection with you. It is truly a great destiny. Why don't I take you under my wing as my disciple? What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Even among ordinary martial arts practitioners, if anyone dared to openly offer to take him as a disciple, the other party would surely be furious and overturn the table on the spot. However, Kumārajīva behaved with great composure.

He chuckled lightly a few times and said, "This humble monk dares not say that he is an expert in Buddhism, but he has achieved some success. I don't think I need to become a disciple of a master."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said, "The Buddha's teachings are boundless; who dares to claim even a small achievement? Since the King of Light remains stubbornly deluded, I have no choice but to use my demon-subduing techniques to convert you!"

He spoke with a solemn expression.

Since the potential of the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva has been exhausted, Li Xiuyuan will not spend much effort to actually take him under his wing!

However, it's just an excuse to start a fight.

Kumārajīva clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "It is not that this humble monk is stubborn and unwilling to change, but rather that the master is making things difficult for me. However, since the master has the pleasure of giving me instruction, this humble monk will gladly accept the order."

As he spoke, he gently placed his right index finger and thumb together, as if he were holding a flower, with a smile on his face.

With each breath, a solemn and imposing aura emanated from Kumārajīva. An aura as precarious as a mountain pressed down upon Li Xiuyuan.

Upon seeing this, Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly and said, "What a pity!"

As he spoke, he pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the ground, then brought both hands together in front of his chest, forming a magic-subduing hand seal. The energy churned endlessly in the center of the hand seal, blooming into lotus flowers. Each bloom was filled with boundless vitality, and he smiled.

Kumārajīva was startled and exclaimed, "You also know this flower-picking finger technique!"

Li Xiuyuan said calmly, "That's natural."

After seeing Kumārajīva's movements, he simply copied them and learned the finger technique.

If Kumārajīva's aura was as solid and steadfast as a mountain, then Li Xiuyuan's aura was as ethereal and indistinct as a mountain.

Without a trace, he seemed to be sitting in the sacred realm of Mount Ling, facing the Arhats and Bodhisattvas, expounding on Zen and Dharma, and even his voice seemed to contain traces of Sanskrit chants.

Kumārajīva's monk's robes fluttered as he let out a long whistle and said, "Very well, let me experience the master's flower-picking finger technique!"

As he spoke, his long sleeves flipped, and his figure slowly rose into the air. With a flick of his wrist, a burst of energy shot out.

Chapter 17 Thirteen Deadly Swords

Li Xiuyuan flicked his fingers together, also pointing out with one finger, but this finger was ethereal and utterly devoid of any trace of fire or earth.

In the blink of an eye, the two finger strikes clashed across the distance.

Boo!

Without the sound of energy splashing, a clear, melodious sound rang out, like water splashing and bubbles bursting. Kumārajīva's finger force was instantly torn apart and vanished into thin air.

The Great Sun Tathagata—hold the flower with one finger!

Li Xiuyuan's authentic method, combined with his powerful strength, made this finger technique far superior to that of Kumārajīva.

not good!

Kumārajīva was greatly alarmed. Before he could land, he suddenly clapped his hands together and wiped them apart.

Whoops!

This gentle touch was like a thunderbolt striking the earth; flames burst forth between his palms, and strands of fire rose up. Centered on Kumārajīva, the air temperature within a radius of ten feet increased dramatically.

"Flame Knife!"

With a sharp shout, Kumārajīva used his hands as knives, slashing with both palms in quick succession. Accompanied by wisps of flame, he had already unleashed forty-nine consecutive strikes.

The blade's energy burst forth amidst the flames, its fierce power enough to terrify anyone who beheld it.

The Flaming Blade is the essence of Kumārajīva's lifelong martial arts skills, and his mastery of this martial art far surpasses his previous Flower-Picking Finger technique.

"The Great Sun Tathagata, pick up the flower with one finger!"

Faced with the overwhelming force of Kumārajīva's forty-nine flaming blade strikes, Li Xiuyuan still responded with a single finger.

It is still the finger gesture, but this time it is driven by the Mahavairocana Sutra. As the finger is extended, the five elements and five energies flow into the palm like a hundred rivers converging, becoming part of this finger force. Under the mutual integration and mutual assistance of the five elements,

The power of this single finger strike truly possesses a magical quality that can make even the most ruthless people in the martial arts world change color.

Buzz!

As the trembling sound filled the air, a golden phantom image of the Great Sun Tathagata appeared behind Li Xiuyuan, seemingly with his index finger and thumb touching, and a smiling expression on his face.

A series of ethereal chants of Buddhist hymns drifted in.

Li Xiuyuan's fingertip power was slowly extended along with the chanting.

The airflow dissipated in all directions, creating an illusion of spatial distortion in Kumārajīva's eyes.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on Kumārajīva's face. Under this finger, he felt that there was nowhere to hide, and his powerful aura collapsed layer by layer. Before the forty-nine flame blades could even be unleashed, they were all wiped out by this finger.

Boom!

Like a shattered watermelon, the finger pierced through Kumārajīva's head, instantly splattering his brains and causing blood to flow from his neck. He collapsed to the ground.

hum!

Everyone was horrified. The two men had attacked far too quickly. Kumārajīva had been killed in less than a second as he rose and landed.

"Master..."

"King Maharin Ming..."