Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

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With a pull of his claws outwards, the man was wide open. Ah Niu seized the opportunity to advance, and in one stride, his shoulder struck the man's chest. Just as the man was about to be sent flying, Ah Niu grabbed his arm with his claws and pulled him back.

Taking advantage of the man's momentary pause, Ah Niu clasped his hands together at his chest and suddenly exerted force, striking the man's chest with two loud 'bangs'.

The man took a few quick steps, his right hand clutching his chest, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. Before he could go any further, a man with short, disheveled hair reached out and stopped him...

"Bayadi, that's enough, step back. They've already held back. If they had used their claws to hold you down, your hands would be ruined."

"The two palms that slapped your chest used a gentle force. If it had been a powerful force capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, you would have died twice already."

The man named Bayadi wiped his mouth angrily and retreated into the crowd unwillingly.

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The man with disheveled hair stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Gerile, a disciple of the Vajra Sect, please enlighten me!"

As he spoke, he channeled his energy into his palms, which turned a metallic sheen, with energy flowing through them. Clearly, he had cultivated powerful true energy from the outside in.

Gerile took a single step and was already in front of A Niu. He unleashed a series of rapid palm strikes, as fast as thunder, with the sound of wind and thunder faintly emanating from each strike, leaving only afterimages.

Ah Niu gathered his energy and channeled his power, his hands radiating purple energy as he gripped Ah Niu's arms and the major acupoints on his shoulders.

The two fought with lightning speed, their palms flashing and their fingertips whistling, leaving behind a dense array of afterimages within a foot in front of them in an instant.

Gerile was no ordinary fighter; his attacks with both palms were like a tidal wave, relentless and powerful; his defense was like an impenetrable fortress. The two exchanged blows, fighting for the slightest opening within a small space.

The two men used their bare hands to produce metallic clangs. As their moves became faster and more powerful, their energy spread a foot around them, forcing the others to retreat.

Gerile's palms gradually turned golden, clearly indicating that he had pushed the Vajra Palm to its limit. As he accumulated more and more energy, he suddenly unleashed the "Vajra Shore Slap," his palm force surging like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, aimed directly at A Niu's chest.

At this point, Ah Niu no longer held back. He moved his palms together and unleashed the move "Regretful Dragon Soaring High." Two purple phantoms flashed, and both palms struck out simultaneously with full force. With a "boom," the four palms collided.

The two men's palm strikes were fierce and domineering, and the overflowing energy shattered the threshold.

Gerile's body trembled, and his face flushed an abnormal red. He felt the force of the two palms opposite him like a tidal wave, one after another, the force of the palms continuous and relentless, overwhelming his meridians.

Ah Niu clenched his fists and said, "Forgive me!" Then he walked past Gerile and headed into the doorway.

Only after A Niu and the other two left did the others gather around. Ba Yadi gently pushed Gerile, and a "crackling" sound was heard from his arm, which was broken into countless pieces.

Gerile swayed, his arms hanging limply, and he collapsed into Bayadi's arms. Bayadi picked up Gerile and rushed to the backyard, clearly to provide medical assistance.

Ah Niu and his two companions had already crossed the square when they saw a bald, burly man with a monk's robe draped diagonally standing at the entrance of the main hall. He put his hands together in prayer and asked the three of them, "May I ask where you three have come from and what brings you here?"

Ah Niu glanced at him and knew that this person's martial arts skills were on par with his own, and that he was not comparable to the people at the door.

He stepped back, revealing Zhu Yuchen in a blue robe. Zhu Yuchen pointed to Wei Yixiao beside him and said, "My attendant here is injured and needs your 'Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment'."

The bald monk chanted "Amitabha," then pulled a flat brocade box from his sleeve. With a flick of his finger, the box landed in Ah Niu's hand. He said, "This is the 'Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment,' enough for this benefactor."

After saying that, he looked at Wei Yixiao and suddenly said, "The Green-Winged Bat King, one of the Dharma Kings who protect the Ming Cult, has become someone else's attendant?"

Wei Yi chuckled, not surprised that the monk recognized him. He turned his head away without replying. The monk lowered his head, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and then fell silent.

Zhu Yuchen carefully examined the bald monk. The monk felt as if his entire being had been thoroughly exposed, and he asked with his palms together, "Is there anything else, benefactor?"

Knowing he was no match for you, the Vajra Sect Master happened to meet a Buddhist disciple from the Jokhang Temple who was visiting. He specifically asked the disciple to help you get rid of the situation. In return, the Vajra Sect Master would provide the Jokhang Temple with a batch of Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment at cost price.

[The Buddhist disciple Jixiang Dekang of Jokhang Temple has reached the seventh level in the practice of the Tantric Buddhist art of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. He may reach the ninth level before the age of forty-seven.]

Following the narrator's prompts, Zhu Yuchen looked around at the carved beams and painted rafters, and the Buddha images filling the courtyard, and asked, "The monk has cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique? His skill is quite good, already at least the seventh level."

The bald monk paused for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "This benefactor has good eyesight. This humble monk is indeed practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique. However, this humble monk is dull-witted and has only reached the seventh level of cultivation so far."

Zhu Yuchen smiled meaningfully and said...

"Monk, there's no need to be modest. At your age, you're only in your thirties. To have cultivated to the seventh level is already a rare talent!"

"As far as I know, there was only one person who was able to cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the tenth level before the age of fifty. The monk's talent is no less than his."

"I would like a complete copy of the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill' and the prescription for the Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment. Monk, you might as well ask the Vajra Sect Master."

Zhu Yuchen was all smiles under the sunlight, but the heart of the Buddhist disciple Jixiang Dekang at Jokhang Temple was ice-cold, as if he had encountered the deepest winter, chilling him to the bone...

"Amitabha, please wait a moment, benefactor."

Chapter 151 One Palm Defeats the Old Monk

After the monk left, Wei Yixiao's lips twitched. Just from the monk's powerful aura and vigorous blood, he could tell that the monk was definitely one of the top masters in the world.

Faced with Zhu Yuchen's rude request, Wei Yixiao felt a chill in his heart. Looking at Zhu Yuchen, whose expression was calm and who seemed to have only come to ask for a bowl of water, he felt even more that Zhu Yuchen was unfathomable.

And then there's A Niu, who always sees himself as a servant and never as the "Great Desert Blade of the Sun." Just thinking about that old-fashioned name makes Wei Yixiao's lips twitch.

"How could a local tyrant like Zhu Wu Lianhuan Village have such a terrifying expert?" he thought to himself.

Thinking of how Zhu Yuchen openly demanded the secret techniques of the Tantric sect without any restraint, showing no regard for the Jokhang Temple next door.

Wei Yixiao's initial resentment at being forcibly demoted to a junior servant dissipated, and it seemed that it wasn't entirely unacceptable.

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Zhu Yuchen ignored the Vajra Sect disciples watching from the outside and stepped into the main hall to admire the golden Buddha statue in the center.

The Buddha enshrined here is Vairocana, a deity in Tibetan Buddhism: the Buddha statue is dressed in monk's robes and a monk's hat, holding a scepter of wisdom, with a red dot symbolizing flame between its eyebrows, and its eyes gazing at the main hall as if it has compassion for the world.

Moreover, no matter what angle you stand at, you can feel the Buddha statue watching you, which shows that the craftsman who sculpted this Buddha statue has reached the state of having Buddha in his heart.

Zhu Yuchen shook his head. He only believed in himself and the sword in his hand. He could agree with the ideas of Buddhism and Taoism, but he would not contribute his faith.

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Shortly after, footsteps sounded, and then three figures emerged from behind the Buddha statue.

The first one was the Buddhist disciple. Behind him on the left was a Han Chinese man with a beard covering his face and piercing eyes, sharp as knives, with the look of an eagle and the presence of a tiger. On the right was an old monk with white eyebrows and beard, thin as skin and bones, his eyes showing vicissitudes, carrying the unique tranquility and compassion of Buddhism.

[You forcibly demanded the secret teachings of Tantric Buddhism, which attracted the attention of Vajrabodhi, the Dharma King who protects the Jokhang Temple, and the ninth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.]

[You forcibly demanded the formula for the Vajra Sect's secret medicine, and the Vajra Sect's leader, Fang Ruzhi, came specifically to see you make a fool of yourself. The system reminds you that he doesn't believe you can defeat Master Vajra Zhi, so he didn't bring the formula.]

Zhu Yuchen gave the old monk a half-smile and asked, "The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is at the ninth level. Is this your confidence in refusing me?"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk stepped forward, past the Buddhist disciple Jixiang Dekang of the Jokhang Temple, and stood a foot away from Zhu Yuchen, putting his palms together and asking, "May I ask where you come from, benefactor?"

Zhu Yuchen shook his head and said, "If you ask Buddha, Buddha will say that we come from where we come from and go to where we are going. If you ask me, we are just strangers who met by chance, so why should we know each other?"

Vajrabodhi's eyebrows twitched, and he shakily extended a finger, saying...

“This old monk is not a disciple of Zen Buddhism and does not believe in this saying. The Buddha, Vairocana, saves all beings in the world; I only believe in the fire that purifies the world.”

"You can see through my cultivation level at a glance. I dare to ask you to make a move. If I am fortunate enough to survive, please step back. What do you say?"

Zhu Yuchen nodded and said, "I won't take advantage of you. You make the first move. If you can withstand one of my palm strikes, I will leave and never come back."

Vajra Wisdom bowed in eleven prostrations, instantly straightening his back and unleashing boundless power within his body, like a majestic Mount Sumeru rising in the hall. With a push of his withered right palm, a series of booming sounds rang out, and the air rubbed violently against his right palm, seemingly bringing forth streaks of lightning-like light. Clearly, the air rippled and refracted light as he pushed with his palm.

A silver-gray aura transformed into nine illusory bone dragons, roaring towards Zhu Yuchen.

A sudden gust of wind swept through, and ten feet away, the wooden doors of the main hall banged and shattered into pieces; the lights inside the hall flickered, and those nearby went out; the wooden shelves holding lamp oil collapsed on the ground.

A wall of energy appeared around Vajra Wisdom, about one foot in size. As he descended from the sky, nine dragon-shaped phantoms swooped down.

Zhu Yuchen stretched out his right hand, which was behind his back, palm down, and slowly raised it. Nine golden dragon shadows swirled in his palm as he casually patted it.

A three-foot-tall golden dragon phantom, solid as a physical object, rushed toward Vajra Wisdom. The two tangible walls of true energy collided with each other, producing a dull "thud" that sounded like a morning bell or a thunderclap, making everyone else's ears ring and their eyes dazzle.

Those with lower skill levels, such as Wei Yixiao and Fang Ruzhi, already had blank stares, looking dazed as if they were mentally impaired; A Niu's face was covered with purple aura; Jixiang Dekang, a Buddhist disciple of the Jokhang Temple, frowned and rapidly flicked the prayer beads in his hand, the two of them trying their best to resist the impact of this energy.

In less than two breaths, the golden dragon phantom effortlessly broke through Vajra Wisdom's palm strike, shattered the air barrier, and slammed into the old monk's chest.

With a "crack," Vajrabodhi's sternum broke. He came quickly and went even faster, his body retreating rapidly.

Ji Xiang Dekang leaped and caught him on the back. Instantly, a surge of true energy rushed into his body, and he felt more than ten different forces erupting within him.

Jixiang Dekang felt a numbness in his body, and heard a sound of bones breaking inside him. He and Vajrabodhi were thrown backward together, crashing into the huge Buddha statue behind them.

The two possessed the same power and were of one mind. Jixiang Dekang used himself as a link to transfer the true energy and immense power that had invaded their bodies and poured it onto the Buddha statue.

With a loud "crack," the part of the Buddha statue that was hit collapsed, revealing a deep pit with numerous cracks extending in all directions. The Buddha statue creaked and groaned, as if it would collapse at any moment. The two then smashed the offering table and slammed it to the ground.

Both of them coughed up blood at the same time, their faces flushed red, then turned pale, and then turned pale gold, clearly indicating that they had suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

Jixiang Dekang pulled an old book from his pocket and flung it towards Zhu Yuchen. Zhu Yuchen picked up the old monk, leaped over the Buddha statue, and was gone.

All of this happened too fast. In the blink of an eye, before the Vajra Sect Master Fang Ruzhi could even react, the two of them had vanished in a single leap.

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After a long while, Zhu Yuchen looked down at the words "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" on the ancient book, while A Niu stared at Fang Ruzhi with wide eyes, as if asking why he hadn't handed over the prescription yet.

Wei Yixiao and Fang Ruzhi were still stunned when A Niu snorted coldly. Fang Ruzhi trembled and came back to his senses. He looked at A Niu and said tremblingly, "Please...please wait a moment, esteemed guests. The disciples of the secret formula are still copying it. It will be ready soon, very soon."

Seeing that Zhu Yuchen had already begun to peruse the Dragon Elephant Prajna Manual, A Niu snorted and said, "Aren't you going to lead the way?"

Fang Ruzhi gave a trembling reply and immediately led A Niu to the back. A moment later, A Niu came out carrying a small bundle.

He walked up to Zhu Yuchen and said, "Young Master, the prescription has been copied, and I also brought some finished products."

Zhu Yuchen nodded, closed the book, turned and walked outside. As he passed through the dilapidated main hall gate, the Vajra Sect disciples scattered, watching the three of them drive away in their carriage.

Not long after the three left, the five-meter-tall Buddha statue finally succumbed to the force and broke in half. The upper part of the Buddha head crashed to the ground with a loud thud, shattering into countless fragments.

Fang Ruzhi and the disciples of the Vajra Sect, who had rushed over, looked at each other in disbelief at the rock fragments scattered all over the ground, and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

Chapter 152 Cultivating the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, Reuniting with Chen Agen

Inside the carriage, Zhu Yuchen glanced at the prescription and, based on the principles of monarch, minister, assistant, and guide, deduced that the medicine's efficacy was probably not bad.

He handed the prescription out of the car and said, "It's probably correct. Ah Niu, go back and get the medicine according to the prescription, then refine it and see how effective it is."

Ah Niu, who was driving the cart, agreed, put the prescription in his pocket, and drove to Zhu Wu Lian Huan Zhuang. He had been away from home for a long time and didn't know how his family was doing.

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[Jin Gangzhi was struck by your palm, causing his bones to collapse and him to die three days later; Jixiang Dekang, a Buddhist disciple of the Jokhang Temple, was also affected by the residual force of your palm strike, and was forever limited to the eighth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.]

[Influenced by you, the Tibetan noble leader Jokhang Temple abandoned its plan to take advantage of the chaos in the Central Plains to invade the border. You saved tens of thousands of people on the border, and your merit is immeasurable.]

Zhu Yuchen looked at the system's narration and remained silent for a moment. This coincided with his own thoughts. It was good that these people in Tibet could behave themselves.

Putting all that aside, Zhu Yuchen picked up the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" and began to read it slowly.

At this time, Zhu Yuchen had the foundation of the "Great Dao Green Lotus Chapter", integrated the three schools, and was proficient in the Bodhidharma Body Refining Secret Method. He had already reached the state of internal and external unity and the strength to lift a cauldron. At this time, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was not so difficult to understand.

On the return journey, with the blessing of divine sense, every movement of the blood and true energy in his body was as natural as observing the lines on his palm. In just two days, Zhu Yuchen had reached the tenth level of this martial art, which was the realm of the former Golden Wheel Monk.

Moving further up requires more time to strengthen the internal organs and expand the meridians; these are not things that can be accomplished overnight.

At this moment, with a casual clench of his fist, the divine power within his body moved at will, and there was no longer any sluggishness in his body as before. The power was completely under his control.

[You have successfully cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, reaching the tenth level. From the eleventh level onwards, you must replace the old blood in your body to reach a state where your blood and qi are like gold and mercury, at which point you will be unable to cultivate.]

[You cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, using great wisdom to circulate the Great Circulation Divine Power. Your Qi and Blood flow freely throughout your body, and the majority of your physical strength has been developed.]

You are proficient in the Buddha's Elephant Throwing Technique, Tai Chi, and Dragon Subduing Palm. You can truly turn four ounces into a thousand pounds, and you can turn the rotten into the miraculous. You are a true human siege machine.

[You have successfully integrated ten levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique into the Foundation Establishment Chapter of the Great Dao Azure Lotus Chapter]

Seeing the system's narration, Zhu Yuchen knew that he had reached the highest level he could cultivate to, and further cultivation was basically impossible in this world.

That evening, after parking the car, Zhu Yuchen explained his insights into the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to A Niu and Wei Yixiao, breaking down the cultivation methods and Buddhist concepts within it and connecting them with their understanding, saying...

"Dragon and Elephant Prajna Skill: Dragon and elephant represent strength; Prajna represents wisdom. This skill requires great wisdom to subdue divine power, like Mount Sumeru, which remains unmoved and unshakable, in order to make normal progress."

"This skill itself is not difficult. You just need to practice it step by step according to the levels. There is absolutely no way that you cannot master it."

"This is a process that requires patience and perseverance, and it requires a Taoist mind to maintain a calm and composed state of mind, without being hasty or impatient."

"Even with my current cultivation level, I can only reach the tenth level. The rest will be a matter of patience and perseverance, and I can't rush it."

“Ah Niu, your Taoist skills are profound and your cultivation of Qi is accomplished. You have now reached the third level, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. As long as you continue to cultivate, you will eventually achieve something. I am not worried.”

“Ah Xiao, the unorthodox martial arts you practice specialize in, focusing on the cold and yin path, are inherently extreme and prone to causing you to go astray. In addition, you have drunk human blood in the past, which makes it even easier for you to have inner demons. If you cannot choose to specialize in Buddhism or Taoism, you will easily be taken advantage of by your inner demons and die from going astray in the future if you become impatient.”

"Just remember that haste makes waste, don't be impatient, and let time slowly grind away the dust."

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The next afternoon, the three drove to Chenjiazhuang. A Niu's parents were overjoyed to see their eldest son suddenly return.

Zhu Yuchen and his servant had been traveling back and forth for nearly two years, including their time spent in the Central Plains.

At the dinner table, Chen Agen and Zhu Yuchen chatted about the changes over the past two years, their smiles spreading across their faces...