Chương 222: The Kasaya Subduing Demons Technique

"That was the Kongtong Sect just now. They are an old martial arts sect with a long history and profound cultural heritage. The sect has many masters and is especially skilled in forging all kinds of divine weapons."

A martial arts streamer started a live broadcast in front of the phone camera.

Master Changkong, with his keen senses, was already embarrassed, but after hearing these explanations, his face turned dark.

Damn it, are they treating us like athletes in a competition?

His steps became increasingly swift.

"The Kongtong Sect truly lives up to its reputation as an old and established sect. Its leader, Master Changkong, moves with agility and lightness, possesses profound internal energy, and has mastered the art of preserving his youth. Such a master looks like he is only in his sixties."

The anchors praised it enthusiastically.

"You're the one who's got the secret to staying young; you're only in your sixties."

Master Changkong wished he could strangle the streamer. He was Lin Han's senior brother, and how much of an age difference could there be between them?

It's just that she has a lot of wrinkles on her face, which makes her look older.

Unbeknownst to the streamer, this unremarkable man had already caught the eye of the leader of the Kongtong Sect.

What the future holds depends on the success of the live stream.

On the towering mountain path, the Dong Sect had to endure the comments and discussions of various onlookers with every step they took.

Besides those doing live streams to introduce products, there are also those who do funny live streams, those who make themselves look ugly, those who sell products, and even those who dance sexy dances.

This sight stunned the other martial arts sects who arrived one after another.

This scene is different from the Ruins of Song!

Back in the day, when they held martial arts tournaments, the onlookers only dared to whisper among themselves; they dared not utter any nonsense.

The gazes directed at them were filled with nothing but awe and reverence.

Where it used to be, it was a chaotic mess, with demons and monsters running rampant.

wipe!

If it weren't for the police on duty and the protection of the law, none of these people would have been able to leave Shaoshi Mountain alive.

This is truly a reversal of the natural order!

"What do you Shaolin mean by this? Are you trying to humiliate us?"

The Tang Clan, Luojia Mountain Villa, and other sects were furious to see Kongtong suffering such torment.

"Please calm down, everyone. This is not something Shaolin should do. There are simply too many people, and the imperial court has laws in place, so we are powerless to drive them away."

"Hmph, I refuse to believe that the mighty Shaolin Temple can't solve such a small problem."

"Please wait a moment, everyone. I will consult the chief elder immediately."

The monk in charge of receiving guests broke out in a cold sweat and quickly took out his phone to call the elder.

The head monk of the Arhat Hall on the mountain was stunned when he heard the report from the guest monk down the mountain, after all, these people from Guixu had never encountered such a thing before.

Fortunately, a young monk nearby spoke up: "The affairs of the people should naturally be handled by the authorities. If Shaolin forcibly drives them away, it will only earn us a reputation for being domineering and rude."

"It would be better for the authorities to intervene first. If the situation becomes chaotic, then the elders can use their great supernatural powers to intimidate these ignorant people."

"That's very well said—"

"The sect leaders and elders are all reclusive masters, always acting with aloofness and superiority. Naturally, they do not wish to be judged like clowns."

"In that case, it would be better to let them arrive by air, and then Shaolin will greet them from the air. This way, we won't be subject to the criticism of ordinary martial artists below, and it will also demonstrate the extraordinary strength of all the sects in the Central Plains."

"That's excellent!"

The elder of the Arhat Hall looked at the young novice and said with a smile, "Zhen Ding, you have profound wisdom. You should strive to learn and you will surely have a bright future."

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder. I will keep it in mind."

The monk Zhen Ding quickly bowed and clasped his hands together, paying his respects to the elder.

"Go ahead and make the arrangements, lest his faction laugh at us."

"yes!"

After receiving the decree, Abbot Zhending turned and left the meditation room to communicate with the relevant official administrators.

"Why is it only the Kongtong sect that came? Don't the other sects give Shaolin any face?"

"Family members in the live stream, please click the little star icon and move your fingers! This will give me more motivation to film these martial arts masters up close —"

"Fans, I'm currently in the square in front of the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song. It's packed with people, all of them here to watch the martial arts tournament —"

"Hey, hey, I'm just setting up a stall here, why are you chasing me away? What business is it of yours, police?"

"This is Shaolin Temple territory. Aren't you police overstepping your bounds?"

"Even the Shaolin monks didn't say anything!"

Just as everyone was engrossed in their live stream, a group of police officers rushed up and began dispersing the crowd along the entire square.

They quickly cleared a large open area in front of the entrance.

This action naturally provoked dissatisfaction among the onlookers, who shouted and confronted the police.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Just then, a Zen chant suddenly rang out from within the Shaolin Temple, growing louder and louder until it instantly filled the entire Shaoshi Mountain where the Shaolin Temple is located.

The deep, resonant sound of Zen chanting swept across the ancient cypress trees in front of the temple, dispelling the mist and dew from the eaves. It slowly entered the ears of everyone. Though the sound was not loud, it delivered a profound and enlightening message, like a sudden awakening, cleansing the mind.

In front of the temple, there were Buddhist practitioners who bowed and chanted Amitabha Buddha.

Those who do not understand Buddhist principles only feel that their minds are empty, clear and transparent, and all their troubles vanish in an instant.

Only a few highly skilled practitioners knew the power of this Zen sound and hurriedly circulated their mental techniques to prevent it from invading their minds.

"Amitabha!"

As the Buddhist chant was uttered, the entire Shaoshi Mountain fell into complete silence, devoid of any insects or birds.

"What an amazing monk!"

The Tang Clan and other sect experts waiting at the foot of the mountain were horrified. The erosion of the soul by this Zen sound was no less than that of the demonic sound of a top demon, and perhaps even more so.

Buddha and demon are both thoughts; one thought can make you a Buddha, and another a demon.

Whether one becomes a demon or a Buddha, it all lies within the confines of one's mind.

"Esteemed sect leaders, when we enter the mountain now, we don't need to take the path on the front mountain; we can fly directly up from the back mountain—"

"Oh? Very well. Shaolin is indeed a great sect. Its demeanor is truly extraordinary."

Tang Zhengfei, the head of the Tang Clan, stroked his beard and exclaimed in admiration, "Generally speaking, the mountain gates of sects do not allow guests to fly over."

Guests would not be so rude unless they were looking for revenge or trouble.

The way Shaolin acts these days is truly admirable.

The group exclaimed in admiration, glanced at the disciples behind them, and then leaped into the air, using their unparalleled lightness skill to carry the disciples and fly towards Shaoshi Mountain.

Those watching at the foot of the mountain, seeing the crowd emerge, assumed they would head towards them. However, in the blink of an eye, they saw the members of various sects leap into the air and fly directly towards the mountaintop.

Immediately, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Leaping into the air, covering tens of feet in a single bound, is not difficult for martial arts masters. Some even possess exceptional lightness skills, able to travel swiftly by stepping on blades of grass and using the slightest point of leverage.

But these are nothing compared to skimming flight.

Even those at the Divine Void Realm cannot fly through the air; they can only rely on the power of their divine soul and control their powerful true energy to temporarily float and glide through the air.

True aerial flight requires at least a high level of spiritual attainment.

At this moment, the aerial flight is true flight. The body is as light as a swallow, the true energy fills the whole body, and one walks directly through the air, floating like an immortal.

A skilled master can easily lift a dozen people into the air at the same time using the power of their Dharma form.

"Amazing! Like an immortal."

This scene directly shocked the martial arts practitioners who were there to watch the spectacle.

Most of them have only practiced martial arts for a little over ten years, and their spiritual energy has only fully recovered in a little over a year. Their strength is at most at the Grandmaster level.

Upon seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded, having witnessed firsthand the power of the sect's experts.

Previously, I only saw blurry images taken by others online, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes, the impact is more than ten times greater.

Then, recalling the Dharma Image Master I had seen before, who displayed the Dharma Image True Form, resembling a giant in the form of a mountain.

A thought arose in the minds of everyone present.

It turns out that the ultimate level of martial arts is akin to that of an immortal.

The gasp of surprise didn't last long before turning into a sigh.

Because these experts simply flew away into the air and disappeared from their sight.

For the next hour, everyone only heard the sound of something breaking through the air, but they never saw any disciples from any sects go up the mountain again.

"Don't wait any longer, they must have already flown up the mountain."

A martial artist at the foot of the mountain complained.

"Then let's go up the mountain and take a look."

"What are you looking at? Go home and take care of the kids. Even if we have some martial arts skills, in their eyes we're no different from ordinary people. Don't let us dream of being taken in as disciples by a master."

"They've withdrawn! They've withdrawn!"

I waited all morning, but apart from glancing at the Kongtong Sect, I didn't see anything else.

I waited in vain.

Some people lost interest and went down the mountain.

Some left disappointed, while others persisted, staying on Shaoshi Mountain, sitting on the ground, waiting for these sect leaders to appear.

In the Thousand Buddha Hall of Shaolin Temple, all the wise men and masters gathered, and there were countless experts.

Most of the well-known sects in the martial arts world sent people up the mountain.

These sects at least have a Dharma Aspect master guarding them. Sects without a Dharma Aspect master are no longer qualified to participate in such high-level events.

Sects such as the Bagua Sect and the Five Tigers Sect have long lost their status due to a decline in disciples and a lack of masters.

Those who can come here are all renowned sects and factions in the martial arts world.

The martial arts tournament was hosted by Abbot Huikong of Shaolin Temple.

Seated at the lower level were Master Puhua, an elder of the Emei Sect, Zhuge, the head of the Huashan Sect, and other masters from various sects.

Not all those who came were sect leaders, because in many sects the sect leaders remained in Guixu and did not return to the Central Plains. At this time, the elders were managing the sects on their behalf.

Sects like the Dongpai temporarily selected a local disciple skilled in business as their leader, which can be considered a temporary exercise of decision-making power.

Elders from other sects, such as Emei and Kunlun, also came.

However, the people who came at this time all represented different schools and sects, but their significance was actually the same.

"With chaos looming over the world, the martial arts world of China is in grave danger. I have humbly summoned you all here to discuss the future. Given the precarious state of the Song Dynasty, I propose that we exert pressure on the authorities as soon as possible to open up the road between the Song Dynasty and the Central Plains and bring the people of the Song Dynasty back."

"The Zen master's intention may provoke resentment and misunderstanding from the current authorities."

"Alas, I previously dispatched three monks from the Bodhidharma Academy, carrying communication equipment, in an attempt to return to Song territory—but unfortunately, there has been no news of them since."

"this----" Upon hearing Master Huikong's words, everyone's expression changed drastically. The martial monks of the Bodhidharma Academy were all experts at the Dharma Aspect Realm, and the Eighteen Arhats were comparable to the top elders of various sects.

Such a master returned to Song territory and never came back. It is impossible that there was no unexpected event involved.

"What the Zen Master said is very true. Although we have come to the Central Plains, the Song territory is still our homeland. Moreover, we all understand the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'."

"I suggest that we exert pressure on the Song Dynasty while simultaneously dispatching our elite forces to form an advance team to investigate the true situation within Song territory!"

"Mr. Zhuge of the Huashan Sect spoke with a solemn expression and a furrowed brow."

"Mr. Zhuge is right —" Everyone nodded in agreement. After all, their sects had a number of high-level combatants who remained in the Guixu Song Realm. If these people could return, the sect's strength would naturally increase significantly.

The martial arts tournament is divided into two categories: literary and martial.

As the name suggests, it's all about chatting and fighting.

Discussing important matters of the martial arts world is naturally a matter of literature.

Choosing a leader of the martial arts alliance and deciding the life or death of a sect naturally requires the use of martial arts.

This time, it's naturally the martial arts tournament for the literary world.

After discussing the matter of Guixu Song territory, the group then discussed the invasion by the Great Shang and Great Zhou dynasties.

This also includes the incidents of evil masters invading various sects and factions during this period.

Now that the news from Guixu is different, and the evil forces have launched a large-scale invasion, it's hard not to have all sorts of speculations.

The pressure on the hearts of the sect leaders and elders grew heavier and heavier.

If the Song territory cannot be defended, the Shang dynasty will advance unimpeded and conquer Southeast Asia.

When the enemy forces approach Guangdong, Guangxi, Yunnan, and Hainan, the entire Central Plains will truly be besieged on all sides.

This doesn't even include the wild beasts that are gradually recovering and returning to the southeastern coast.

"Amitabha! The world is in chaos, and demons are running rampant. This is the time for us righteous people to uphold justice and maintain order in the martial world. Fellow practitioners, after a hundred years of resistance, we have finally reached this point. If we retreat any further, there will be nowhere left to retreat to."

Zen Master Huikong spoke solemnly, his tone so dignified that it commanded respect.

"Who?"

Just as everyone was feeling tense, Zen Master Huikong suddenly took off his prayer beads, which transformed into streams of light that pierced through the roof of the Thousand Buddha Shop and swept outwards.

"How dare you!"

The warrior monks guarding outside the main hall shouted and leaped onto the roof in unison.

"Haha, is this how Shaolin treats its guests?"

A deep voice came from the roof, followed by the sounds of fists and feet clashing.

Moments later, several loud thuds were heard as several figures fell from the roof and landed on the main hall, emitting muffled groans.

It was those same martial monks who had just jumped onto the roof.

"If you were to visit Shaolin Temple, although our temple is rather poor, we do have some fine tea."

"Poverty? Ha, what a joke."

The man on the roof was dressed in black, wearing a mask with the head of a monster. His eyes were sharp as swords, and he fearlessly swept his gaze across the many martial arts masters.

"A bunch of chickens and dogs. Once the Great Zhou army arrives, you are nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly vulnerable."

The man in black shouted arrogantly.

"Amitabha, in that case, please stay at Shaolin Temple."

Huikong's kasaya was flung out instantly, growing longer in the wind, and instantly wrapped around the man in black.

"Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill, Huikong, you are actually proficient in several of the seventy-two unique skills. I underestimated you."

T The man in black was caught in the middle, constantly using his martial arts to resist the shrinking force of the cassock.