Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 141: Martial Arts, Buddhism, and the Great Formless Power
"How strange!"
Under the bright moonlight, Li Muchan walked half a circle around the monk's robe on the table. As his sight shifted, the outline of the Buddha's shadow became more complete and clear.
And those flowing lights are thin threads that are invisible to the naked eye. They were mixed in with extremely clever techniques and shine under the moon, making them extremely difficult to detect.
"It really contains a great secret."
It's not like he hadn't thought about this before, but unfortunately, apart from a few verses from Buddhist scriptures, he didn't gain anything from it. He thought he was overthinking it, but he didn't expect to encounter such an unusual change.
Moreover, this item was even more magical. It seemed to be the same as the "Great Searching God Hand". They were both made of thousand-year-old ice silk from the Western Regions. They were hard to be damaged by swords and knives, and hard to be invaded by water and fire. They were even harder to break than the golden silk armor on his body, and he had no idea where to start.
Seeing this, Li Muchan simply lifted up his monk's robe and covered the window with it. After a while, the rich moonlight shone through the monk's robe. Light and shadow gathered together, and a vague shadow of a seated Buddha appeared on the wall inside the house.
"There is no self, no person , no sentient being, no life..."
Next to the Buddha's shadow, several scriptures are very eye-catching.
Li Muchan frowned and concentrated, thinking: "I wonder if the old lama found out something strange? With his meticulous mind, it shouldn't be difficult for him to find this Buddha image. Could it be that he failed to understand the mystery behind it?"
His eyes moved, and he looked at those thin, shiny threads.
These crystal-clear threads are the only thing that makes the entire robe different from others from top to bottom. Is there some mysterious secret behind it?
Thinking in his mind, Li Muchan subconsciously stretched out his hand and twisted it, then he opened his eyes slightly and found that the thread could actually move.
But he stopped.
It turned out that after a quick look, Li Muchan discovered that the stitching lines of the monk's robe seemed to be based on these silk threads. If they were pulled out, this unique robe would be ruined.
This ice silk is not only very fine and tough, but also extremely sharp. Once it is unravelled, even Madam Xu, the Tang Sect's top craftsman, may not be able to weave it again, let alone make it intact. The energy and time consumed must be unimaginable.
Li Muchan also understood that the old lama must have seen through the secret, but he stopped at this step. In addition, he was afraid of Xiao Li's Flying Dagger, so he only tried to protect himself and could not make up his mind to destroy it.
Moreover, this man's power has reached the pinnacle of the world, and his martial arts are even more astonishing. To him, even if there are some great secrets hidden in it, they are not as important as his own life, so there is no need to lose sight of the important and pursue the trivial.
Moreover, this thing can not only protect against swords and knives, but also has a strange cold property, which can help people concentrate and improve their skills. How many people in the world would be willing to destroy it?
The most important thing is that once these fine threads are pulled out, the precious clothes will self-destruct. If you cannot uncover the secret hidden inside, you will lose both the wife and the army.
I'm afraid that over the years, countless people have obtained this thing, but most of them stopped at this step.
Li Muchan concentrated his mind and observed it carefully again, but saw that these silk threads were almost all distributed in a criss-cross pattern, densely packed, and seemingly without any pattern at all, but there was a tendency for them to be connected, which was a headache.
The cold moon outside the window gradually rose higher, and before he knew it, the Buddha's shadow was almost at his feet. Li Muchan sat in deep thought, hesitating, when he suddenly caught sight of a few verses of Buddhist scriptures on the ground, and his eyes gradually brightened.
“No form, no appearance, no attachment, haha, it seems that no one has understood these words in all these years, so I’ll do it!!!”
He pursed his lips, laughed wildly, and waved his sleeves. The monk's robe swayed in the air like a kite. Then he stretched out his fingers and twisted them, and two crystal silk threads were pulled out.
The precious clothes, which were originally tightly fitted, suddenly had a small hole.
And on the projected Buddha's shadow, a ray of light suddenly appeared and condensed into a point of light.
Li Muchan's eyes were filled with astonishment: "This is... the Divine Sealing Point!"
His eyes were burning, his hands no longer hesitated, he rolled up his monk's robe, and moved his fingers as fast as flying. In just three or four breaths, he had pulled out the silk threads one by one.
But I saw the monk's robes floating in the air, with rays of light shining through the clothes, dotted above the Buddha's shadow like stars, flickering and changing, still like a dream.
"Lingxu, Youmen, Yindu..." Li Muchan's eyes were like lightning, and the more he looked, the more surprised he became, "They are all acupuncture points."
The Buddha's shadow on the ground was clearer than ever before.
And there were a few more big words under the Buddhist scripture:
【Great Wuxiang Gong】
Li Muchan was startled at first, then his eyes gradually opened wide and he took a deep breath: "The formless magic skill?"
He looked at the monk's robe again, but saw that after the silk thread was pulled out, in addition to the holes, there were also many light-transmitting gaps, connecting all the acupuncture points like tendons.
Li Muchan's eyes sparkled: "Is this the trajectory of the inner breath? It's really a brilliant idea."
What a great fortune!
Who could have imagined that this precious robe actually contained such a unique skill that shocked the world throughout history.
With a wave of his hand, he hung the monk's robe by the window. Li Muchan turned around and sat cross-legged on the ground, with his hands clasped together, like an old monk in meditation. His eyes were fixed on the acupuncture points on the ground and the tendons visible on the monk's robe, staring at them without blinking.
An unknown amount of time had passed before the bright moon passed the zenith and was already setting in the west. Li Muchan's eyelids trembled, and he saw the monk's robe swaying in the wind, then falling to the ground.
Looking at it again carefully, the mystery on it could no longer be recognized, the Buddha's shadow disappeared , and this rare treasure was finally destroyed.
After another half a while, Li Muchan sighed quietly in silence, his face pale, as if he had lost a lot of energy. He slowly closed his bloodshot eyes and reconfirmed everything he had just seen in his mind. He did not let out a long sigh until he was sure there was no mistake.
In the past, he visited various sects and schools but was rejected by all of them. He had no master to turn to and was humiliated several times. Who would have thought that today he alone possesses the two most amazing martial arts in the world.
"The Soul-Stirring Buddha Scroll of the Clavicle" was written by predecessors who integrated the essence of thousands of martial arts. It contains the mysteries of martial arts, the principles of nature, and can be regarded as the ultimate in attack and defense. "The Formless Divine Art" is an internal family secret method that is unparalleled in the world of martial arts since ancient times. It has been lost for who knows how many years, but now it has reappeared in the world through his hands.
If he had one of these two, he would be able to be the most proud martial artist in the world, and look down on everyone. Now, he possesses two great martial arts skills. This is really... The world is unpredictable and fate plays tricks on people.
"It seems that my luck has improved."
Li Muchan glanced at the bright moon about to set outside the window and temporarily suppressed the idea of practicing this skill.
The origin of this thing is mysterious and needs further verification.
He picked up the monk's robe on the ground again, and only when he saw that there was nothing hidden in it did he calm down.
As the sky gradually brightened, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the door.
"Young Master, the brothers have sent news that Qiu Xiaolou was ambushed by the 'Green Dragon Society' and the 'Golden Money Gang' during his escape." Jin Laoqi reported from outside.
"Come in," Li Muchan put away his monk's robe and asked, "Did he die or escape?"
Jin Laoqi pushed the door open and said hurriedly, "Escaped!"
Li Muchan was a little surprised. He hesitated for a moment and said softly, "He actually escaped? Did something unexpected happen?"
Jin Laoqi's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Parting hook."
Li Muchan immediately became interested and asked as he stood up and walked out, "Have you started?"
Jin Laoqi shook his head: "No, the three parties were in a stalemate for half a cup of tea before they each retreated and Qiu Xiaolou escaped in the chaos."
Li Muchan's casual expression disappeared a little, and he smiled with narrowed eyes: "This 'Parting Hook' is so powerful? Interesting."
Jin Laoqi suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Sir, I suspect that man is not from the martial arts world."
Li Muchan was silent for a while. In this world, apart from those in the martial arts world, the only masters left were those in the government.
He smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter. If we are like this, do we have any way out? The forces in this world have finally surfaced one after another. I have never thought of making an enemy of the heroes of the world, but if anyone tries to stop me, I don't mind fighting with them to see who is stronger and who is weaker, and who will rise and fall!!"
