We bear people have power

Every martial artist who practices this technique will have a trace of demonic power implanted in them by Guan Bo for constant monitoring. When Guan Bo senses that the demonic power is stimulated by magical power, it means that the person has at least mastered the first level of the technique.

A few days later, Guan Bo sensed that the first person to master the first level of the divine skill was Daoist Qinglian.

Because his dantian was destroyed, Daoist Qinglian had long since lost all his internal energy, so he couldn't escape very far. Seeing the inexplicable death of the Golden Fan Scholar, he panicked and ran haphazardly to the foot of Black Wind Mountain.

After Guan Bo planned to make the technique public, Yi Deng and the other monks were sent back to the mountain, where they happened to meet Master Qinglian.

Unlike the Zoroastrians, who would shout "Holy One is supreme!" and then attack and kill any non-believers they saw, these people took good care of the frail old man.

When Guan Bo returned to Black Wind Mountain, just as he was about to see if Daoist Qinglian had developed any mutated abilities, he discovered that there were no Daoists on the mountain at all.

Gongsun Jing was busy helping Lingxiu break through to the final stage of Foundation Establishment, the two little demons were carefree every day, and the remaining five monks were also leisurely discussing Buddhist scriptures.

Wait, five monks?

Since the old monk Ouyang Feng stole the martial arts manual and went down the mountain, there should only be four monks left on the mountain.

As Guan Bo approached, he discovered that the demonic energy was being sensed by one of the old monks.

Seeing Guan Bo approach, Yi Deng and the other monks quickly came forward to greet him, saying, "Greetings, Immortal."

Guan Bo had no time to pay attention to that. He grabbed the old monk and said without any politeness, "Master Qinglian? How did you become a monk? Aren't you afraid that if the Three Pure Ones find out, they'll strike you dead with a Purple Heaven Divine Lightning?"

Master Qinglian, no, he should be addressed as Master Qinglian at this point, was caught by Guan Bo without any ability to resist, and was greatly shocked. However, judging from the expressions of Yideng and the others, they did not seem to be bandits or villains, so he explained, "This humble monk has experienced a life-or-death ordeal and was rescued by you all. I have come to understand that Buddha is the true refuge. Even if the Three Pure Ones have spirits, they would not hold a grudge against a mortal like me."

Guan Bo had no intention of interrogating him; he was simply curious as to why the Taoist priest had suddenly changed his faith. However, for now, he needed to find out whether Master Qinglian had mastered this longevity-prolonging technique.

Upon being asked, Master Qinglian said in a deep voice, "Although you all saved my life, I should not keep this mere technique to myself. However, this technique has already caused the deaths of countless martial artists. It may seem like a benefit, but it is actually the source of disaster. If you have no intention of getting involved in the conflicts of the martial world, it is best not to force it."

His tone was sincere, and his motives were well-intentioned, but everyone looked at him with concern, as if he were mentally challenged.

"Ahem, that would be good if Master Qinglian knew that we have all practiced that technique." Yideng, being young and innocent, explained to Daoist Qinglian.

Master Qinglian was stunned for a long time upon hearing this, almost unable to react. These monks had already practiced the secret manual that they had risked their lives to obtain? Judging from their frank admission, they didn't seem like the kind of people who would hoard their secrets.

Master Qinglian felt utterly exhausted. If he had known this would happen, he would have sought guidance at Black Wind Mountain earlier that morning instead of going through all this trouble.

“Since you have already learned it, why ask me?” Master Qinglian said helplessly.

Despite saying that, this person still cooperated by demonstrating the success of his cultivation.

Guan Bo saw Master Qinglian clasp his hands together, with magical power flowing around him, which quickly formed a golden light that enveloped his entire body.

Master Qinglian shouted, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"

A sonic-like energy burst from his mouth, creating a crater the size of a face on the ground. Its power was comparable to a full-force strike from a martial arts master.

"It's an ability similar to a lion's roar; it really has mutated. But why is that?"

Guan Bo fell into deep thought again.

Including Master Qinglian, there are now five people who have developed similar innate supernatural abilities through their cultivation techniques. Among the other people who cultivate this technique, many have reached the first level, but none of them have obtained this mutation.

Why is that? These five successful individuals seem to have nothing in common; the only thing they can share is that they are all monks…

Wait, are they all monks?

Guan Bo felt he had found the key. The cultivation technique came from the Black Bear Spirit, a mischievous demon who didn't care about eating Tang Sanzang's flesh, nor did he like killing, arson, or gathering bandits in the mountains; instead, he had a heart devoted to Buddhism. If this cultivation technique had nothing to do with Buddhism, Guan Bo wouldn't believe it either.

But here's another question: since they're both monks, why didn't Yideng develop any special skills?

"Have you guys been slacking off in your morning and evening prayers?" Guan Bo asked the monks.

"I dare not, I will never forget it." Several monks quickly patted their chests to assure them, even the newly ordained Master Qinglian did the same.

But Guan Bo also noticed that the little monk Yideng looked completely bewildered, and he was the only one among the group who did not answer.

"Yideng, what's wrong with you? Did you slack off?" Guan Bo asked curiously.

The Medicine Master explained to Guan Bo, "It's not that Yideng is being lazy; it's just that he's young and only half-understands the meaning of the scriptures. One must understand the true meaning of the scriptures to accumulate merit and gain wisdom when reciting them. Otherwise, it's just empty talk and a waste of time."

Guan Bo slammed his fist into his palm and said happily, "So that's how it is. Then everything makes sense. This martial art is actually practiced together with Buddhist scriptures."

Without hesitation, Guan Bo immediately entered the Black Wind Cave and began practicing the technique while chanting scriptures.

On Luojia Mountain, although Guan Bo was lazy and gluttonous, he had listened to many scriptures and his understanding of them was much deeper than that of ordinary people. Moreover, Guan Bo was born with good intentions, which aligned with the profound teachings of Buddhism. At this moment, he calmed his mind, recited Buddhist scriptures, and instantly entered a state of ethereal meditation.

The technique didn't require any conscious effort to control; it flowed smoothly like clouds and water.

A long, golden light shone from the dantian, circulating throughout the body in the shape of a crouching tiger and a coiled dragon, finally converging at the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, as if opening a third eye.

Guan Bo felt that the chaotic magical power he had cultivated had become incredibly pure after being purified by the Buddhist scriptures. His meridians seemed to flow like gold, all of which gathered into the unfinished talisman in his head.

"So that's how it is. The Golden Core and the cultivation technique complement each other, but they need Buddhist scriptures to unleash their power." Guan Bo felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rapidly gathering, like a giant vortex. The spiritual energy poured into his body, transforming into golden magical power, which nurtured the talisman.

A powerful aura emanated from Guan Bo's body, directly enveloping the entire Black Wind Mountain.

Whether it was the five monks or the two demons, red and green, they all knelt down and kowtowed under this majestic aura, as if they had seen the true face of Buddha.

Guan Bo was unaware of this change, focusing solely on nurturing the talisman within his mind, hoping to complete it in one go and gain innate supernatural powers.