Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

"I wonder why you summoned me, senior? What are your orders?"

Li Xiaochen, who was secretly hunting Buddhist and demonic cultivators on the outskirts of the South China Sea Market to spread his knowledge and improve his cultivation, rushed over without hesitation as soon as he received Su Yuchen's telepathic message.

Su Yuchen, sensing her inner thoughts, naturally knew what she was worried about, but he didn't take it to heart.

Looking at Li Xiaochen, Su Yuchen said calmly:

“My guardian spirit beast is about to undergo the Heavenly Immortal Tribulation, and on the day it undergoes the tribulation, a calamity will surely befall it.”

"But at that time, I will have some enlightenment and will inevitably fall into a state of sudden enlightenment and cultivation. I will not have time to take care of it. I will need you to help it out at that time."

Li Xiaochen was startled, thinking: "The tribulation of a celestial being can't be a lightning tribulation! Could it be a human tribulation? But a human tribulation for a celestial being, even if the one who comes isn't a celestial being, he's probably close. How could a nobody like me, who hasn't even reached the Nascent Soul stage, interfere?"

"Senior, you think too highly of me. I am only at the peak of the Yuan Dan realm and have not even achieved the Nascent Soul realm yet. How could I be qualified to interfere in such a calamity?" Li Xiaochen hurriedly refused.

Su Yuchen flicked his finger, and a five-colored net landed in front of her. It was the "Taiyi Five Smoke Net" refined by the Taiyi Hunyuan Ancestor.

"I hereby bestow this magical artifact upon you. It is sufficient to withstand a full-force attack from a Celestial Immortal. Moreover, you do not need to defeat the Human Tribulation; you only need to hold off the enemy for three breaths while it has time to react."

"The one who came was just a Celestial Immortal Realm demon dragon from the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan. Its purpose was to capture it and take it to the Northern Wilderness Dragon Palace."

"Moreover, I have prepared two other backup plans. All three of you are peerless geniuses, so holding off a Celestial Immortal for ten breaths should not be a problem."

"Ten breaths later, that lazy fellow will be free from the tribulation of lightning and will naturally have a way to deal with a demonic dragon."

Hearing this, Li Xiaochen breathed a sigh of relief. She pondered for a moment and decided that the deal was still worth doing. Without hesitation, she put away the Taiyi Five Smoke Silk.

She pondered for a moment and asked, "With your great power, even a celestial being would surely have many ways to help that spirit beast escape its tribulation. Why are you unwilling to take action?"

Su Yuchen smiled and said:

"Firstly, it brought this calamity upon itself without cause. If it isn't taught a lesson, I fear it will become complacent and lazy in its cultivation."

"Secondly, this calamity, while indeed a tribulation, is also related to another person, yet it is a benefit that I, the humble Taoist, have arranged for him. However, how can one obtain such a benefit without undergoing a tribulation?"

"As for the third one, I had important matters to attend to at the time and was too lazy to deal with such a trivial matter. Consider it a test for you."

"Damn it!" Li Xiaochen couldn't help but curse. In the end, he just wanted to train his own spirit beast and was too lazy to even glance at it.

At this moment, Li Xiaochen felt utterly helpless. The spirit beasts in this big shot's house were countless times stronger than him, and the big shot had arranged his cultivation path for him. He was just a nanny taking care of the 'dog'.

Seeing that Su Yuchen had no further instructions, Li Xiaochen took his leave. Now that he had suddenly accepted such a task, whether it was to advance to the Nascent Soul Realm or to refine this magic weapon to improve his life-saving ability, both were of paramount importance.

"Moreover, there are so many players in the South China Sea, especially the Emei Sect. It would be a huge loss not to make good use of them."

Thinking of those guys from the Emei Sect, the Heavenly Emperor and the Earthly Sovereign, Li Xiaochen had even more ideas in his mind.

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Shaolin Temple.

On this day, a golden rainbow beam filled with Buddhist chants and Zen-like wisdom traversed thousands of miles and headed towards Shaolin Temple on Mount Song; its immense power attracted the attention of various sects.

The original protective array of the temple activated spontaneously upon sensing the rainbow light, and thousands of illusory figures of Arhats appeared, guarding a golden illusory figure of Buddha pointing to the sky and drawing lines across the earth, enveloping the vast Songshan Mountain in a Buddhist land and isolating it from all prying eyes.

In Shaolin Temple, many elders, including Lingxiu, Lingzhu, and Linghui, simultaneously sensed the operation of the great formation and arrived above it.

Ignoring the speculations of countless Shaolin disciples, the several Nascent Soul stage monks exchanged glances and saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

"The fact that the temple's protective formation could be activated on its own means that the person who came must be related to Shaolin."

"Could it be that Xuanzhu really has made a gain?"

"But how long has he been gone?"

"Among the Shaolin Temple, Xuanzhu is probably the only one left, right?"

"I wonder if it's a magic weapon or a senior from Shaolin? To have such a presence, even if he's not an Earth Immortal, he must be a high-ranking monk at the Selfless Realm."

"Amitabha! Shaolin Temple is saved!!"

……

Just as the old monks were discussing this, a golden rainbow broke through the great formation and transformed into a golden lotus platform, which landed above Shaolin Temple.

On the lotus platform, Xuanzhu's spirit closed his eyes and concentrated, a golden bowl in his hand radiating golden light, endless chanting resounding throughout Shaolin Temple; the bowl emitted a pool of golden water that swayed gently, and each drop of water, upon closer inspection, was actually a monk.

A bowl of golden water could contain countless amounts of it. All living beings chanted together, and the Buddhist chants and Zen spirit lingered in the heavens and earth. The great formation that enveloped Shaolin Temple became even more conspicuous. Influenced by the Zen chants, the Great Hall of the Great Sage and the Pagoda Forest on the back mountain emitted boundless Buddhist light, echoing the golden lotus in the distance.

As the golden lotus of Buddha's light spread, the Buddha in the center of the formation condensed from a phantom into a golden Dharma body. Countless Shaolin disciples only glanced at it and couldn't help but feel enlightened, feeling that they had gained more understanding of the Shaolin tradition they were cultivating.

The moment the monks of the Lingzi generation saw the Buddha, it was as if they saw Bodhidharma reborn, and their eyes were filled with endless compassion and pity.

The next moment, the golden lotus platform beneath Xuanzhu spontaneously combusted without fire, and rays of golden Buddhist light enveloped the young monk Xuanzhu's soul, flowing like water and reforging his body.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing this scene, the old monks trembled with excitement. This was a body recreated from the Buddha's golden lotus, a true son of gods and Buddhas, worthy of the respect of all Buddhas.

Shaolin is truly blessed.

Chapter 669 Bodhidharma's Legacy: Hope for Shaolin's Revival

Inside the Abbot's Zen Temple.

Under the watchful eyes of several senior monks of the Ling generation, Xuanzhu's physical body, which consisted only of his divine soul, was reforged from nothing by the golden lotus, and his physical constitution was stretched to almost the limit of the human realm.

In addition, he possesses a golden Buddhist light that can be seen even without cultivation. All the monks of the Ling generation know that as long as he is willing to cultivate, his progress in Buddhist divine skills will be rapid, and he may even reach the Yuan Dan stage.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, Xuanzhu's body and bones were naturally perfected. The last Buddhist swastika symbol emerged from the source of his soul, flashed slightly on his forehead, and then turned into a cinnabar mark on his brow.

As the aura of Buddha receded, his slender body possessed an indestructible and invincible power, as if every movement carried the force of ten thousand pounds.

The old monk Linghui spread his hands, and a white monk's robe representing the second generation of true disciples appeared in his hand, which he then draped over Xuanzhu's body.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Xuanzhu opened his eyes and could see all the blind spots around him in a 360-degree circle without turning his head. As long as he wanted, he could see them in his mind. With a slight twitch of his ears, countless buzzing sounds exploded in his ears. He could even feel the restless emotions of the Ling generation monks in front of him with a thought.

"This is... one of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism: the divine eye, the divine ear, and the mind-reading ability?"

The moment the thought crossed my mind, countless streams of information flashed through my mind, and all sorts of thoughts moved as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, I came up with the most reasonable result.

The young monk Xuanzhu smiled slightly, like spring flowers blooming, his joy and liveliness brightening the courtyard and causing the plants to sway.

He reached out, and the Bodhidharma Golden Bowl that was floating beside him automatically fell into his hand. A pool of golden water rippled slightly, but never overflowed the bowl.

"Xuanzhu, you...you have gained the approval of the Ancestral Master Jinpu?" The old monk Lingxiu said excitedly as he watched this scene.

"Amitabha!" Xuanzhu bowed with one hand and said, "This disciple has made meritorious contributions in subduing demons on this trip and has been fortunate enough to gain the approval of Bodhidharma."

Before the old monks could get excited, the wooden door in the abbot's room opened by itself without any wind, and a worn white-gold kasaya flew out automatically and was tied to the outside of the white monk's robe.

Seeing this scene, the old monks were even more excited. Their aged faces softened, and they couldn't help but smile slightly. The Bodhidharma mantle was a treasured heirloom of Shaolin, a golden immortal level. The revival of Shaolin was in sight!

For a moment, the old monks were so excited that they were at a loss for what to do, not even knowing whether to cry or laugh.

"Good, good, good! Xuanzhu, you... are not bad, very good... very good!"

"Amitabha! May the Buddha bless us, and the revival of our sect is in sight!"

"By the World Honored One, we have finally lived up to the name of the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism."

……

Seeing the old monks so distraught, even their voices trembling, Xuanzhu inwardly scoffed. He coughed and said, "Disciple, I have something else to report. Master, fellow senior monks, there is hope for the revival of Shaolin. Disciple has found the legacy of Bodhidharma."

Awakened by the young monk Xuanzhu's cough, the old monks, who had lost their composure, had no time to feel guilty before they heard the bombshell dropped by Xuanzhu. They trembled and their eyes were filled with doubt, uncertainty and fear, leaving them completely at a loss.

After a long while, with Xuanzhu smiling, the old monk Lingxiu grabbed his hand, his expression more devout and fervent than ever before, and said tremblingly, "Xuanzhu, my disciple, you...you're telling the truth?"

"Amitabha!"

Xuanzhu chanted a Buddhist prayer, placed his right hand across his chest, and said, "Master, I have received the transmission from Bodhidharma. The highest teaching of this temple, the 'Buddha Explains the Great Compassionate Crossing Sutra,' is right here in this golden bowl."

Several old monks twitched their snow-white eyebrows, staring blankly at the golden bowl in Xuanzhu's hand, their eyes filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

Xuanzhu did not hesitate. He raised his left index finger, and a phantom golden lotus flower appeared at his fingertip. With a flick of his finger, the golden lotus flower disappeared into the golden bowl. A flash of golden light appeared on the bowl, and a golden light slowly unfolded in the courtyard, revealing the mental cultivation method of a Buddhist divine skill to the group.

It is the highest lineage of Shaolin, the "Buddha Explains the Great Compassionate Crossing Sutra".

At the same time, above the Shaolin Temple's protective formation, the golden Buddha statue sitting cross-legged had its eyes light up, and two golden beams of light shot out from the left and right, respectively, to the brows of Linghui and Lingxiu.

Amidst countless golden light spots dancing in the air, the pagoda forest on the back mountain emitted boundless Buddhist light, and a deep yet unwavering chanting of sutras quietly arose, accompanied by the automatically ringing morning bells and evening drums, drawing the two accomplished old monks into a state of sudden enlightenment.

With the blessing of various favorable conditions, Linghui and Lingxiu, who were already at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, broke through the barrier of the Divine Illumination Realm in a natural way, and an image of the Immovable King appeared behind them.

Acala, the Immovable King, is surrounded by golden light, wears a five-wisdom crown, has one vertical eye on his forehead, and three eyes that are closed. His countenance is dignified, and his hair and beard flow freely. His right hand holds aloft a phantom sword, seemingly capable of severing all afflictions; his left hand hangs down, holding a sword.

Beneath his feet stood an illusory lotus platform, surrounded by raging flames, representing his unparalleled power and the wisdom to burn away all worries.

As the King of Light opened his three eyes wide, the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance in their hearts transformed into raging flames, illuminating the lotus platform.

With the three poisons gone, the two old monks were no longer hindered in their Divine Illumination Realm. Under the endless energy infusion of the great formation, their original Nascent Souls grew at a rapid pace. In the blink of an eye, their Nascent Souls had already transformed into the size of ordinary people, gradually approaching the illusory image of the Immovable King behind them.

The Shaolin Temple Protection Formation, with its accumulated energy over countless years, continuously infused the two old monks with energy. The lotus platform drew away the impure thoughts that had just arisen in their minds, transforming them into flames of rage.

In the darkness, the two old monks heard a faint, 'pop' sound in their ears. They crossed the last barrier of the Divine Illumination Realm, their bodies transforming into boundless golden light and merging with the Immovable King. As the Immovable King became real, the two old monks unsurprisingly entered the Formless Realm.

The two people's Qiankun bags opened automatically, and their respective flying swords flew into their hands, merging with the Mingwang Sword. The flying swords possessed the supernatural power to cut off all troubles.

With a wave of his hand, the old monk Linghui sent a blue rope flying out from his sleeve, merging with the illusory rope in his left hand. With the blessing of each swastika, its power to subdue demons and monsters was even greater than before.

As the two men's Buddhist light subsided and their vertical eyes closed, leaving only a red mark, the other old monks and Xuanzhu chanted Buddhist prayers to celebrate their successful entry into the Formless Realm.

After years of accumulation and the elimination of all worries, the two people are no longer hindered in the realm of formlessness. They only need to transform their appearance from existence to non-existence, transforming it into the appearance of all beings, and then transforming the appearance of all beings into the appearance of their true self, so that they can step into the realm of selflessness.

With the power of Acala to contain and refine all afflictions of greed, anger, and ignorance, the state of no-self is simply a natural outcome for them.

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"Amitabha!"

Linghui and Lingxiu opened their eyes and began chanting Buddhist mantras.

"Amitabha! Congratulations to the two senior brothers!" Several senior monks of the Ling generation said respectfully, their heads bowed.

"Amitabha! Congratulations, Master and Senior Uncle!" Xuanzhu said with a smile.

Abbot Linghui glanced at the golden bowl in Xuanzhu's hand, then clasped his hands together and said:

"Xuanzhu, you have rendered meritorious service in subduing demons and bringing back the legacy of Bodhidharma. You have made great contributions to Shaolin and your achievements are truly remarkable."

"You have lived up to Shaolin's expectations, and Shaolin will not let you down either."

"I will give you a reward after I have discussed it with my fellow disciples."

Chapter 670 Xuanzhu Returns to the South China Sea

Above the South China Sea, a golden rainbow tore through the fierce winds of the heavens, ignoring the roaring thunder and lightning behind it. A pair of wings, hundreds of feet long, left streaks of white-gold light along the way. The original Heavenly Dragon Wings were further refined by the boundless Buddhist light when the Bodhidharma Golden Lotus reconstituted the body, making them even more extraordinary.

Now, his body is not only perfectly compatible with Buddhist teachings, magical treasures, flying swords, and so on, but also, during the purification by Buddhist light, these wings have become a part of him.

Now, in addition to the boundless Buddha light, he also has a wisp of Heavenly Dragon bloodline. Between being neither human, nor Buddha, nor demon, the little monk Xuanzhu unhesitatingly chose to become a demon Buddha (the Heavenly Dragon bloodline makes him a demon).

After resting at Shaolin Temple for a few days, he not only became familiar with the three innate Buddhist supernatural powers, but also mastered the wind and thunder supernatural powers bestowed upon him by the Heavenly Dragon bloodline. With a flap of his wings, he could travel a thousand miles, even though he had no true qi in his body at all.

If he could master the mental techniques of the Tathagata Palm and possess a physique comparable to that of a demon, the young monk Xuanzhu dared not even imagine how fast he would be.

Three days ago, before the young monk Xuanzhu had received the reward from Shaolin, several shameless old monks and nuns from the Buddhist community came to his door, saying that a Buddhist disciple had been born in Shaolin, but Shaolin had no famous teachers and would only delay the disciple. They demanded that the old monks Linghui and others hand over Xuanzhu so that they could take him back and teach him.

Fortunately, Linghui and Lingxiu, the old monks, broke through to the Formless Realm and improved their control over the Shaolin Temple's protective formation, preventing those old fogies from directly storming into Shaolin and taking Xuanzhu away.

At that moment, the young monk Xuanzhu felt a chill creep into his heart, as if boundless terror was descending upon him. Before the old monk Lingxiu could even come to question him, he ran away.

With the protection of Bodhidharma's mantle, concealing his destiny and fate, he was not afraid that a few old fogies could deduce his position, unless Li Jingxu made a move, or the shameless Changmei bullied the weak in the Lingkong Immortal Realm.

After leaving Shaolin, Xuanzhu headed straight for the South China Sea. Now, the only one who could save him was that mysterious and unpredictable big shot.

"Ha! Come to think of it, after all this time we've known each other, I haven't even asked the big shot's name, and the big shot doesn't even introduce himself."

"If this were a game, at least you could see a name."

"I just hope the big boss really has the Tathagata Palm technique, otherwise I'll have to cultivate the 'Buddha Explains the Great Compassionate Salvation Sutra.' But no matter how I think about it, I can't help but feel uneasy!"

"Damn it, there must be something wrong with this scripture, otherwise I wouldn't feel a chill just thinking about it."

The little monk Xuanzhu flew absentmindedly, and the huge air waves stirred up by his wings tumbled over several small kalami flying on swords along the way without him noticing.

………………

Arriving deep in the South China Sea, they could see islands made up of floating boats in the distance. Before the young monk Xuanzhu even got close, a portal of light opened in front of him.

"This... has the big boss been keeping an eye on me all this time out of boredom? Meow, does that mean all my plans these past few days have been seen through by the big boss?!"