Chapter 1054: Chapter 670: Eternal Withering and Flourishing, The Truth of the Buddha, Super Enhancement! (Part 2)

Can’t figure it out...

But these are all Meng Chuan’s guesses, cannot be considered reliable.

Everyone tells him not to speak recklessly, and he doesn’t dare to ask...

In front of him, the Grandmaster Shi Nan is teaching the "Anuttara Samyak Divine Skill," and turns to Meng Chuan with an encouraging look.

Meng Chuan nods in response secretly.

Master Bai Bao was right, too many Shaolin divine skills are not suitable for him right now.

These cultivation techniques, most of their names he doesn’t quite understand, how to even begin learning...

...

A cropped head suddenly appeared among the bald heads.

The monks, in seamless understanding, all focused their gaze on him, even the ’Senior Brothers’ seated on the meditation mats looked at him curiously.

The monks’ perceptions were exchanging ideas:

"What’s this kid’s name again? Didn’t he have a big fight with Junior Brother Hui Yuan earlier, causing quite a stir?"

"Meng Chuan, a kid from Northern United University, deep Buddhist nature, too bad Senior Brother Shi Xinghuai tried to recruit him several times, but he wouldn’t join our Buddhist sect."

"Meng Chuan, the Sitting Forget Divine Skill was created by him, this technique is truly formidable, really a young hero!"

"Oh? Have you practiced it?"

"No, no, Junior Brother doesn’t have time to practice this, really no time."

The latter quickly argued, but for some reason showed a trace of bitterness...

"Tsk tsk, I see you cannot enter the sect, this technique is indeed difficult, even I... ahem."

Meng Chuan didn’t know what the monks were thinking, only saw Senior Brother Ding Guang in front of him, with his right elbow resting on his thigh, hand supporting his chin, his unique gaze along with everyone else’s focused on him.

"..."

He didn’t have time to ponder, quickly stepped closer, stopping within reach of Senior Brother Ding Guang’s outstretched arm, then placed his hands together in prayer:

"Junior Meng Chuan, pays respects to Senior Brother Ding Guang, Junior wants to learn the Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill."

He first introduced himself, thanks to Master Bai Bao for speaking on his behalf, so Senior Brother Ding Guang wasn’t surprised by his hairstyle.

Finally, imitating the straightforward manner of others before him, he directly stated his wish to learn without dilly-dallying.

This procedure should be absolutely fine.

Senior Brother Ding Guang didn’t say anything, like the power transmission process with others before, he reached out and pointed at his forehead.

Feeling the cold... a bit unlike a living person’s touch, Meng Chuan was a bit nervous, his hair involuntarily standing slightly.

"Don’t be nervous."

With these words from Ding Guang, it seemed to carry some inexplicable magic, Meng Chuan instantly felt much more at ease.

Seeing how the other wasn’t bothered at all by his identity, he thought to himself "Master Bai Bao is the best indeed."

What connections!

Meng Chuan took shallow breaths, a thread of golden light emerged from Senior Brother Ding Guang’s fingertip, slowly pouring into the sea of consciousness.

Initially, the golden light surged like a tide, illuminating all around, awe-inspiringly majestic.

But as the light gradually solidified, the golden light shifted to a dry yellow, seemingly eroded by some invisible force.

In this process, the golden light transformed into a woven pattern with dry yellow and faded green on the sea of consciousness surface, finally forming into a drifting leaf-shaped imprint.

The vein of the leaf was clear as carved, edges curled and eroded, color dim as withered wood in deep autumn.

The imprint floated silently in the center of the sea of consciousness, no longer exhibiting the former dazzling golden light.

Meng Chuan could only feel... a sense of desolation.

"Is this the Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill?"

Why does it seem close to dying?

Meng Chuan was puzzled, but didn’t dare linger longer, remembering Senior Brother Ding Guang’s earlier principle of being quick and simple, expressed gratitude and turned to leave.

"Meng Chuan, aren’t you going to ask me what I’ve imparted to you?"

A voice neither sad nor happy echoed from behind, Meng Chuan’s steps halted, feeling inwardly uneasy...

What’s the intention...

What kind of mistake has occurred now?

Since the other mentioned it, he turned around.

Trying hard to appear calm, forgot to clasp his hands together in prayer, instinctively combined fist and palm in martial salute.

"May I ask Senior Brother Ding Guang, what you have imparted to me..."

"..."

Silence for a while, Meng Chuan lowered his gaze, but saw his hem being lifted by the wind.

A golden gleam like floating light, generating a nearly tangible aura from nowhere.

He slowly lifted his head, meeting a pair of deep greenish-yellow eyes.

This pair seemed soaked in eternal temple lamp oil, impossible to tell whether grand or eerie.

Meng Chuan only felt that in the murky yellow laid meditative tranquillity, in the deep green hid demonic aggression.

Senior Brother Ding Guang also looked at him, his gaze had undergone a transformation completely, similar to the hanging withered leaf in his sea of consciousness.

Ding Guang didn’t blink, staring intently at him.

His eyebrows raised gradually, the corners of his mouth kept rising.

The expression...

Becoming increasingly distorted!

"Uh...!"

Right then, Meng Chuan broke his meditation skill, took a step back and instinctively shrank his neck.

What’s going on, learning the Prajna Dragon Elephant did it make the other collapse? Or crash?

He did nothing, all these monks are watching.

Is it a setup!

At the same time, his head was filled with a myriad of questions, the monks also discovered something unusual.

The monks left in Bodhidharma Cave to digest had begun their own practice.

The monks queued afterward also put away their curiosity about Meng Chuan, silently waiting for Senior Brother Ding Guang to call him over to discuss the imparted divine skill matter.

Everyone raised their perception.

For a long time, why so slow?

Also... whoa!

What is that expression on Senior Brother Ding Guang?!

Meng Chuan instantly felt dozens of gazes assessing him, his body tensed up tightly. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

While pondering if Lao Yang’s recording stone could aid his escape, in a moment of extreme urgency, he relaxed.

The monks’ gaze was not blaming, hostile, or even intending to hit him...

But felt envy, jealousy!

What’s happening?

Meng Chuan didn’t know.

In the Buddhist sect, although it advocates emotions neither happy nor sad, meditative mountains...