We bear people have power

Deep within the cave, Guan Bo sat quietly on a futon, flanked by two small red and green demons. As the saying goes, even the most beautiful flower needs green leaves to support it. Originally, Guan Bo was only seven-tenths handsome after transforming, but beside these two ferocious demons, he appeared as beautiful as a god.

Looking at the furious butcher with a scrutinizing gaze, Guan Bo felt that there was really nothing about him that made him worthy of his attention.

Not only is his nickname so lame that he has no friends, but regardless of his looks or abilities, "Angry Fist Butcher" is just an average person.

But in this world, the most taboo thing is to be of average appearance.

Novels, historical novels, and supernatural tales are all about underdogs rising to power and geniuses suffering misfortune. Those of average appearance are mostly just passersby, background figures, or symbols in these fascinating stories. Whether they live or die, these are the least memorable.

Guan Bo had spent several days learning sleight of hand and creating such a grand spectacle, but he never intended to waste his efforts on a passerby who was destined to be just another face in the crowd.

However, since only this one person among all the guests had put in money, it was a kind of fate, and Guan Bo naturally wouldn't break the rules he had set.

"Maybe this person's luck stat is maxed out," Guan Bo thought to himself, trying to comfort himself.

Then Guan Bo threw a scroll of longevity cultivation manual in front of the Furious Fist Butcher and said, "It is fate that we meet. I have a peerless divine skill here. I hope you will practice it diligently. After you have mastered the skill, remember to uphold justice and do good deeds."

After saying that, he directly saw the guest out, letting the angry fist butcher figure it out on his own.

This wasn't Guan Boyan's whims or his attempt to play the role of a reclusive master; rather, it was related to the longevity cultivation technique of the Black Bear Spirit.

That day, Guan Bo, in a fit of desperation, gave the longevity cultivation method to the young monk Yideng, originally just on a whim to pass the time.

But it seems that fate has its own design, and this longevity technique that Guan Bo discarded like trash is actually quite extraordinary.

After just two days of training, Yideng opened one meridian. Although it was far slower than Guan Bo's speed, it was still considered a good achievement. Although only one meridian was opened, it drew upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, cultivating Taoist magical power that was incomparable to ordinary internal energy.

The little monk suddenly gained immense strength, scaling walls and rooftops as if walking on flat ground.

This effect amazed and greatly impressed the other monks.

Yideng was kind-hearted and knew that this technique had the effect of prolonging life. He originally intended to share the secret manual with his fellow disciples.

However, one of the senior disciples warned, "This is a gift from the immortals and should not be shown to others lightly. This is your good fortune. If you pass on the secret method without permission, you may be punished."

These were words of wisdom and prudence, and the others nodded in agreement.

Of the five monks who remained, one was already sixty years old. In the Tang Dynasty, sixty was considered a long life. But since he was considered old, he was naturally not far from death.

Between life and death lies great terror. Even the gods and Buddhas in the heavens only begin their cultivation because of fear, and only in this way can they overcome this great terror and attain enlightenment.

There's nothing shameful about a mere mortal being afraid of death. But this old monk was not only afraid of death, he was also adept at judging others with malice.

Yideng's generosity was merely a casual remark; if you were to actually ask him for the secret manual, he would undoubtedly refuse, and might even complain to the immortal. The others, while claiming to be ungrateful, were simply seeking fame and fortune, hoping to gain the immortal's favor.

Having passed sixty years of age and with little time left, how could I wait for decades in vain, and try to move the immortals with my sincerity?

The chance to achieve immortality is here; not seizing it would make you the biggest fool in the world.

So, this is roughly what the old monk was thinking.

There are always some people in this world who are incredibly proactive, like those who want to grow something at home today and have already transformed their balcony into a rooftop garden by the next day.

The old monk was undoubtedly a remarkable person. He had just made up his mind to steal the longevity manual in the morning, and he took action that very evening.

While Yideng was fast asleep, he stole the roll of silk.

The old monk was quite shrewd; he neither took the silk scroll with him nor copied it, but instead memorized it by rote.

It must be said that at his age, he is still sharp of hearing and sight, which is quite remarkable. He memorized the first level of the technique in about half an hour and then casually put the silk scroll back.

The next day, the old monk continued sweeping the floor as if nothing had happened, but his daily morning and evening prayers quietly turned into practicing the exercises recorded in the longevity manual.

The miraculous methods of the immortals produced almost immediate results. Within a few days, the old monk felt that his body was no longer as weak as before, and he was no longer as lifeless and about to enter a coffin. A faint vitality was growing in his body.

The shriveled muscles regained their strength, the loose skin regained its elasticity, and even a single beard hair turned black.

However, how could such a change be kept secret from the other disciples who had been with him day and night? Before the old monk could even open up the second meridian, everyone had already begun to have doubts.

The old monk's choice was direct and simple: he ambushed and injured Yideng, stole half of the manual, and fled Black Wind Mountain.

The silk scroll was torn in two, and the old monk snatched the top half.

If that were all, Guan Bo would at most laugh it off. That so-called secret manual was nothing but useless stuff for immortals. Even if the old monk practiced it and lived to be as old as Elder Jinchi for two hundred years, he would still just be a mortal who lived a long life.

Who knows, Guan Bo might take a nap one day and he'll already be a pile of bones.

But when the old monk injured Yideng, he displayed an unusual ability. His body swelled up as if inflated, unleashing terrifying power.

"The legendary Toad Kung Fu?" Guan Bo couldn't help but think of that after hearing the monks' description.

It has to be said that the Toad Style Kung Fu in the movie "Kung Fu Hustle" is really deeply ingrained in people's minds.

There is absolutely no such bloating effect in the longevity manual, which means that this skill was discovered by the old monk on his own.

"Could it be that this manual really has some kind of miraculous effect?" Guan Bo wondered and had the remaining monks begin practicing.

As a result, he painstakingly managed to gather the Eastern Heretic, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar, and the Central Divine.

Although the Eastern Heretic was tone-deaf, the Northern Beggar used the Tiger-Taming Palm, and the Central Divine directly mastered the Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Skill, as for the Southern Emperor Yideng, who was the earliest to cultivate it, he did not develop any special abilities.

The so-called One-Finger Zen was a technique that Guan Bo forced the little guy to practice, but it wasn't much better than what others could do.

As for the one who ran away, Guan Bo naturally assumed he was the drug addict Ouyang Feng.

Guan Bo's experiments proved that this longevity cultivation method seemed truly extraordinary, but its underlying principles remained completely unclear. These monks practiced in the exact same way, yet each exhibited different variations, leaving Guan Bo utterly perplexed.

Therefore, Guan Bo had several monks spread the word that Guanyin Temple possessed unparalleled martial arts skills. He then selected a group of martial arts practitioners to be his test subjects, hoping to unravel the mystery of the manual. Guan Bo put a lot of effort into this, even learning this deceptive trick from Gongsun Jing, which could only fool ordinary people.

This Furious Fist Butcher, whether by luck or not, was chosen by Guan Bo. At first, he was skeptical, but after successfully channeling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body, he immediately understood the benefits of this secret manual.

His once-proud and refined internal energy felt like years-old grime in the face of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, leaving him feeling utterly unclean. After his meridians were cleared and his magical power was fully formed, he began to practice his own fist techniques.

It was incredibly powerful, more than ten times stronger than before.

However, after watching for a long time, Guan Bo found that apart from the fact that this guy's strength had increased significantly, he did not develop any special effects like the others.

"As expected, it has nothing to do with age. Yideng's inability to achieve special effects is definitely not because he is underage. But what is the reason? What secret does this technique hold?"

Guan Bo observed the Furious Fist Butcher's condition while taking notes in his notebook.

He analyzed and reasoned point by point, and his writing was quite decent. However, after several attempts, Guan Bo still couldn't grasp the key points.

Scratching his head, Guan Bo was truly baffled. However, Guan Bo had no intention of continuing to ponder this behind closed doors.

In his view, the reason why no pattern can be found is simply because there are not enough test subjects.

Therefore, he simply rode the demonic wind and left Black Wind Mountain, arriving at the ruins of Guanyin Temple.

In the stillness of the night, even the stars in the sky were not very bright. Although the news of the emergence of divine skills had attracted many people, it was rare to see anyone in the dead of night.

Guan Bo saw the stone tablet that was three zhang tall. The original four characters "Guanyin Temple" had been erased by countless sword and knife marks, leaving only a faint outline.

Guan Bo stretched out his palm and placed it on the stone tablet. Under the infusion of demonic power, the stone was not much harder than soft mud.

Guan Bo smoothed out the messy marks from the swords and knives, creating a smooth surface. Then, using his finger as a brush, he carved the upper half of the longevity secret method onto the stone tablet.

After finishing this task, Guan Bo deliberately made a commotion, then used a trick to hide in the shadows, waiting for the martial arts practitioners to take the bait.

A short while later, a man dressed in a black robe with a large sword on his back arrived in front of the stone tablet.

By the light of the tinderbox, he quickly noticed the changes to the stone tablet. After reading only a few sections of the incantation, he was stunned into silence.

"The rumors of a divine skill being unleashed are actually true?!"

With a gasp of amazement, the man quickly memorized the incantation.

After a short while, the man read through the entire scripture and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity."

Guan Bo thought to himself, could this person really be a genius, discovering the problem in the manual after only reading the first half? Upon closer inspection of the man with the knife, he was indeed imposing and handsome, with the appearance of an idol drama protagonist.

"If Lingxiu is the protagonist of a cultivation novel, then is this person the template for a martial arts protagonist?" Guan Bo thought about it more and more and felt that this idea was reliable.

But then the man continued, “It’s a pity. This is clearly a peerless martial arts manual, but why is the writing so ugly? It looks like dog scratch. I wrote better when I was three years old. It’s a complete waste of talent.”

Guan Bo: 0_0?! ……