C1 Shaolin

The green water against the green mountains, the dense forest makes the morning sun spread over every inch of land in the mountains.

The water flowing down from the mountainside formed a waterfall, converging at the foot of the mountain to form a river that flowed towards the outside. At the bottom of the waterfall, there was a bare-chested teenager holding a seven-foot-long wooden spear. He stood still in the middle of the waterfall. Not long after, the youth began to rapidly swing the wooden spear in the torrent. The youth's every strike dispersed the water under the sky, allowing the waterfall to wash over him. From the mirages of the flying swords, one could only see the splashes of water, while the youth's figure had already been buried within them. One after another, the marks appeared on the surrounding dirt and rocks.

The youth continued to swing his wooden spear in a continuous cycle until noon, only then did he stop.

The youth jumped down from the boulder in the middle of the waterfall and arrived at the shore. Shoulder's upper body was covered in ripples of light and water. Beads of sweat and water had already covered his forehead and eyebrows. The youth took a towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He would train like this every day.

"Hand and heart, heart and will, will and Qi, Qi and strength." At this moment, the youth's eyes were closed as he muttered to himself, while swinging the wooden spear in his hand. Soon there was another whirlwind, sometimes cutting through fallen leaves, breaking rocks, sometimes chopping wood and breaking piles, and then turning into flowers in the water.

"Elbow to knee, shoulder to shoulder." Other than the stance of the spear, the youth also took a horse stance. Even after emerging from the waterfall, he had always been immersed in his training.

Only when he heard the crisp shout "Senior Brother — —" did he wake up from his stupor.

The youth looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a young boy in a simple robe standing not far away. It was Jingneng, Little Junior Brother.

"Senior Brother Zhi Yan has been practicing for the whole morning! Master Fang told me to call you back for dinner! " Jingneng shouted.

"Got it, Jingneng." "You can go back first, I'll follow you."

Little Wu smiled and turned to leave. Zhiyan picked up his wooden spear again and started practicing his wooden spear under the midday sun. The birds sang happily, filling the surroundings with the feeling of summer.

….

Not far from the mountain, there was a magnificent temple.

The walls and pillars made from black marble were matched with two fierce stone lions and Shaolin Temple tablets. He had fully demonstrated the magnificence of the Martial Ancestor Realm of the world. Mighty and breathtaking. Inside the temple, monks in plain clothes were busy. Be it cleaning, exercise martial arts, or toil hard, meditate and meditate. It was a lively scene from top to bottom of the temple.

Inside the Shaolin Temple, on the second floor of the Sacred Storage Pavilion, Zhiyan was sitting cross-legged at his desk, reading a book.

"A few months ago, the physique strengthening technique that Master Fang told me to practice, the [Vajra Scripture], had already reached the Second Layer Stage. "Over the past few years, I've practiced the [Diamond Sutra] every day, and my body's quality has improved by quite a bit." Zhiyan thought.

According to what the abbot once said, the《 Diamond Sutra》 was a method to suppress the sect with Shaolin Temple. If successful, it could be used for the rest of one's life. It was the foundation of many martial arts cultivation techniques, a total of seven great realms.

At the first level, one could only feel the circulation of one's vital energy and blood speeding up and one's mind becoming more vigorous. The effects were not obvious.

Second Layer Stage, was also the realm Zhiyan had currently reached. The tendons were flowing smoothly, and the body was strong. He could already slowly feel the strength of his muscles and bones, and his ability to move would become even stronger.

At the third level, one could already use tremendous strength to lift a hundred Jin without a problem! The muscles were becoming richer and better.

At the fourth level, ordinary blade-less weapons were no longer able to harm them in the slightest.

The fifth level was a breakthrough, and according to the book, it was invulnerable.

Sixth Layer Stage were exceptionally difficult, but the results were even more obvious. It was not difficult to carry a thousand Jin of strength, but it was also possible to go seven or eight times in the middle of a battle formation. At present, the abbot who cultivated the [Vajra Scripture] had reached this level.

As for the seventh level, the rumors were like legends. The Diamond Sutra was said to have been created thousands of years ago by the overseas Golden Buddha Country's Ancestor Buddha, and in these thousands of years, it was also said that only Ancestral Master Buddha had reached the seventh stage. Ancestor Buddha had the body of the seventh level of cultivation. When he combined his palms, the ground began to crack and shatter. Even if he mastered the [Vajra Scripture], it would be easy for him to look down on the world.

The reason why Reverend Fang said that the "Diamond Sutra" was sufficient for Zhiyan to learn it for the rest of his life.

However, Zhiyan had practiced the [Vajra Scripture] for seven years and had already reached the Second Layer Stage. This could already be considered a very fast speed. Right now, the Reverend is only at Sixth Layer Stage at the age of thirty, while Zhiyan is only thirteen years old, at the age of six. One day in the future, he might be able to surpass Fang Dang.

However, the higher one went, the harder it was for one to breakthrough. At his age, it was not certain that Zhiyan would have the ability of his boss. After cultivating the Vajra Scripture for a few years, Duan Ling Tian was able to sense the practical benefits from it. He, who had been trained in martial arts since he was young, had become much more interested in martial arts these past few years.

"When will I be able to break through to the third level?"

Zhiyan thought and clenched his left fist. The crisscrossing bloodline tribes on the back of his hands made his skin turn red. From afar, he looked like a sturdy stone. The cold air that assaulted his face gave him a sense of fear.

Zhiyan smiled and continued to read the book in his hands. At this moment, a person walked out from the corridor.

It's a man in a red robe and cassock," he said. The abbot had a solemn expression and a serene expression. From afar, one could see that he was a person of great virtue and prestige. It was very easy to be affected by the aura.

"Reverend." Zhiyan stood up to pay his respects.

"Are you reading the Diamond Sutra?" Fang Xun asked, "The number one buddhist body cultivation technique that I passed on to you a few years ago, the《 Adamantine Scripture》, what is your current level of cultivation?"

"Disciple is ashamed. A few months ago, when I reached the Second Layer Stage, I suffered greatly and did not manage to advance during these few days. " Zhiyan said, "However, I have yet to stop practicing. I will study it every day."

"Um... It's not easy for you to reach this realm at such a young age. " "Come to the Martial Arts Practice Hall from Posterior Mountain Wood Puppet Lane tonight. I have something important to report to you."

"Yes." Zhiyan cupped his hands, then Master Fang turned around and walked down the stairs with a smile.

After he had walked far away, Zhiyan started to think.

He grew up in the Shaolin Temple and treated himself like his own biological grandson. At the age of six, when he had been shaven and raised in the Volpo Hall, he had allowed himself to practice martial arts. He had to endure heavy training every day, but compared to his other Senior Brothers and Sisters, he had obtained better results. None of his peers could be a match for him.

Besides the Diamond Sutra, Fang Dang had also taught him the rod art. According to the words of the abbot, the staff, spear, spear, halberd, and trident were all of the same type. Therefore, Zhiyan often went to the nearby waterfall to practice his wooden spear. Enhance arm strength and long weapon attainments.

When he was cultivating the rod art, he had never seen Reverend Fang take out books and scriptures like the one in the annals of the Vajra Scripture. However, according to the teaching of the abbot, Zhiyan's current level of marksmanship was quite high in the temple.

Even if his seniority was disregarded, he was confident that his spear skills would be among the best in the temple. Many times, when he sparred with many senior disciples that practiced the spear, they would be able to fight for hundreds of rounds without falling. Besides cultivating the powerful muscles and bones brought by the Vajra Scripture , spear skills were the only martial arts that Zhiyan had currently mastered. He naturally had to bring a spear with him when he returned to Mu Ren Gang.

Wood Puppet Lane is a corridor constructed in the Shaolin Temple and filled with wooden armored guards, who generally carry hard stone pillars or iron pestles, and move about on their own under the power of the bearings." The passageway was filled with many people, making it very dangerous for them. Even though there were only a small half of disciples that could pass Mu Ren Gang, Zhiyan was an expert in a temple, so Mu Ren Gang only needed a bit of effort to pass through.

Waiting until the time was up, Ye Jing was silent. Then, Zhiyan carried his wooden spear and headed towards Posterior Mountain, Wood Puppet Lane.

….

Zhiyan's forehead was covered in sweat as he exited from the other end of Wood Puppet Lane.

However, with his current strength, he would not be injured by Mu Ren Gang. After leaving the exit, Zhiyan followed the stone steps and walked toward the Posterior Mountain. The Martial Arts Practice Hall was located further back in the Shaolin Temple. Generally, only the abbot or Martial Masters would go there to test the strength of the disciples and have them spar with each other. Therefore, Mu Ren Gang was naturally unforgivable. Walking along the stone steps, Zhiyan had already arrived in front of a small pavilion in the Posterior Mountain forest. There was a light inside. Master Fang must have been waiting for it. Zhiyan pushed open the door and entered the training hall.

There were no tables in the Martial Arts Practice Hall, so the abbot held an oil lamp and waited at the end of the room.

"Did Abbot Fang summon the disciple here late at night to test the disciple's martial arts?" Zhiyan cupped his hands and asked.

"I have already stated today that I am only here for an explanation. I know very well how strong you are, there's no need for me to test you. " "What I'm about to say is extremely important. You need to remember it for the rest of your life."

"Reverend, please speak." Zhiyan replied.

"Normally, you all address me as Lord Fang. However, many of your fellow disciples know that my Dharma Idol is called Huining." What everyone doesn't know is that I didn't grow up in Shaolin Temple. I only came here about ten years ago. Before that, I was still a man of the mortal world. " "My common name is Qin Yu."

"Although you were raised by me and the other senior brothers when you were young, you have a common name. Your common name is Wang Lih. It was given to you by your grandfather. This is related to your background, which is why I chose to tell you in the dead of night. "

"This …" Zhiyan was surprised, "I also have a vulgar name!? I still have a grandfather? "

"Thirteen years ago, you were still a baby. An old man in a simple robe carried you here. He said that your father died in the early years of his enmity with an outsider, and that you yourself had aged, and that you were no longer able to raise you. I hope that Shaolin Temple can receive you, allow you to walk the path of Buddha, ignore all the complicated matters of the mortal world, and nurture you into a Martial Monk. I saw that your family was pitiful, so I adopted you. After your grandfather left, there was no news of him, so I hid it from you. "

"This... What were the characteristics of that old man? Is there a scar? Or lame? "

"It's been thirteen years!" "Even though your grandfather was healthy later on, it was inevitable that he would reach the end of his life. "Thirteen years ago, he was already white-haired. Could it be that he will still be alive today?"

Zhiyan immediately went silent.

After a while, Zhiyan opened his mouth again and asked: "Master Fang, why did you tell this disciple about your background?"

"Shaolin Temple... I'm afraid you can't stay any longer. "