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Chapter 3: A Once-in-a-Millennium Martial Arts Prodigy?
Chapter 3: A Once-in-a-Millennium Martial Arts Prodigy?
For Hui Wen, a peak innate martial artist, very few things could stir his emotions. The Buddhist cultivation techniques naturally had a calming effect, and Hui Wen, having immersed himself in Buddhist teachings for seventy to eighty years, had cultivated an unperturbable demeanor.
However, at this moment, tumultuous waves were stirring in Hui Wen's heart.
"Is that the Arhat Fist? No, it's not the Arhat Fist!"
Hui Wen observed the young shami intently as he practiced his punches. Unlike the hundreds of adult monks who were practicing the Arhat Fist, exuding a vigorous aura, this young shami's practice was unassuming and quiet.
Yet, in Hui Wen's eyes, there was something extraordinary about the boy's movements—a natural grace, like a gazelle hanging from a branch.
Every punch and kick the young shami threw held an inexplicable meaning.
"How is this possible?" Hui Wen exclaimed in disbelief. "How can a mere child master such an advanced martial art?"
It typically took a significant amount of time and dedication to master any martial art, including Buddhist martial arts. Even for a normal person, it would take six or seven years of diligent practice to achieve some level of proficiency in the Arhat Fist.
But the fist technique that the young shami was demonstrating was evidently several notches above the Arhat Fist, and yet he had already mastered it perfectly. It was inconceivable.
What left Hui Wen even more bewildered was that he had never seen this fist technique before. It bore traces of the Arhat Fist but was infinitely superior. It was almost on par with the Great Chan Temple's seventy-two ultimate techniques.
For Hui Wen, a monk approaching a hundred years of age, to be unaware of such an exceptional Buddhist martial art was astonishing.
"Head Monk," the other young shamans whispered, noticing Hui Wen's intense gaze. Their faces turned pale, and they stood still, not daring to move.
Only Lin Yuan remained oblivious, continuing to practice the 'Great Arhat Buddha Fist' that he had just comprehended.
"Hmm?" Hui Wen waved his hand, signaling for the young shamans to leave. His attention was solely fixed on Lin Yuan, who was still engrossed in his practice.
"Great Arhat Buddha Fist!" Lin Yuan exclaimed as he practiced the newly comprehended martial art. He could feel a tingling sensation throughout his limbs, as if he were soaking in a comfortable hot spring.
Time passed, and unbeknownst to Lin Yuan, a strand of qi silently coalesced in the dantian of his lower abdomen.
"This should be inner qi," Lin Yuan mused. "The innate inner qi that only innate martial artists can master?"
Lin Yuan's guess was based on his limited knowledge as a three or four-year-old shami. He understood that innate inner qi was a power wielded by innate martial artists.
As soon as the inner qi formed, Lin Yuan felt a surge of hunger. Instinctively, he stopped his practice, knowing that if he continued, he might starve to death.
However, when Lin Yuan looked around, he noticed that the hundreds of monks and the dozen or so young shamans who had been present earlier had all disappeared. In their place stood seven elderly monks, their ages seemingly indiscernible.
The monk with the long eyebrows stood out, his piercing gaze making Lin Yuan's scalp tingle.
"Elder Monk?" Lin Yuan asked tentatively.
Lin Yuan recognized three of the seven monks: the Head Monk of the Martial Arts Temple, the Head Monk of the Precept Temple, and the current Abbot of the Great Chan Temple. As for the other four, he had never seen them before, but their standing alongside the Abbot and Head Monks indicated their high status.
Especially the long-browed monk, before whom even the Abbot seemed to stand half a step behind, exuding an air of deference.
"Little one," the current Abbot of the Great Chan Temple, Hui Jue, asked with a gentle smile, "where did you learn the fist technique you were just practicing?"
After sending the other young shamans away, Head Monk Hui Wen immediately contacted the Abbot of the Great Chan Temple and the other Head Monks. These true martial arts powerhouses of the Great Chan Temple immediately grasped the seriousness of the situation and hurried over, setting aside whatever tasks they had been attending to.
Everyone shared the same judgment as Hui Wen—the fist technique Lin Yuan had been practicing was profound, no less impressive than an advanced martial art. Moreover, it was a Buddhist martial art they had never heard of before.
If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that there existed a superior Buddhist martial art that they had never even heard of.
"Where did you learn it?" the Abbot asked.
Upon hearing the question, Lin Yuan felt a slight relief. By demonstrating the 'Great Arhat Buddha Fist,' he had also intended to showcase his talent. Through his three attempts, Lin Yuan had realized that to maximize the benefits of his heaven-defying comprehension, he needed to expose himself to the profound martial arts of this world.
By observing the sparrows and earthworms, he could only comprehend ordinary martial arts like the 'Divine Sparrow Crossing Technique' and the 'Earth Dragon Turning Technique.' But by watching the monks practice the Arhat Fist, he had directly comprehended the superior martial art of the 'Great Arhat Buddha Fist.' If he could observe an advanced martial art, he might be able to comprehend something even more extraordinary. Although Lin Yuan was unaware of the status of superior martial arts, he knew that for it to help him condense innate inner qi, it had to be extraordinary.
However, to gain access to such advanced martial arts of the Great Chan Temple, or even more profound arts, he knew that his status as a young shami would not be enough.
"I humbly report to the Abbot that I saw my senior brothers practicing their punches, and I wanted to join them," Lin Yuan replied, feigning hesitation. "As I was practicing, I suddenly comprehended this fist technique, but I'm not sure if I should have..."
Lin Yuan's words held a hint of trepidation, and they were not entirely false. In the Universe Human Alliance, such honesty might have led to him being observed or even studied.
But in this world, akin to an ancient feudal dynasty centered on martial arts, especially within the Buddhist atmosphere of the Great Chan Temple, Lin Yuan's display of extraordinary talent would only lead to him being revered as a reincarnation of a true Buddha or a living Buddha.
"To witness monks practicing the Arhat Fist and then comprehend a superior martial art that far surpasses it..." The Abbot of the Great Chan Temple and the other Head Monks fell silent. Even the long-browed monk, whose intense gaze had been fixed on Lin Yuan, remained quiet.
If anyone else had made such a claim, they would have been dismissed as jesters. How could one comprehend a superior martial art so casually?
Superior martial arts were not commonplace; most were created by Martial Grand Masters who poured their heart and soul into their craft. The Great Chan Temple, as the holy land of Buddhism and the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, relied primarily on its seventy-two ultimate techniques to cultivate Innate Realm martial artists.
These seventy-two ultimate techniques were seventy-two advanced martial arts. For a three or four-year-old child to claim that he had comprehended an advanced martial art would be laughable, and yet, as the Abbot and the Head Monks thought about it, they couldn't deny the possibility that Lin Yuan was telling the truth.
Firstly, the Great Arhat Buddha Fist was indeed an advanced Buddhist martial art. While there were other Buddhist sects in the world besides the Great Chan Temple, there was no doubt that the Great Chan Temple stood at the forefront.
There were Buddhist superior martial arts beyond the seventy-two ultimate techniques, but the Abbot and Head Monks would certainly have heard of them. However, the fist technique Lin Yuan had demonstrated was completely new to them.
Secondly, it was evident that the Great Arhat Buddha Fist was closely related to the Arhat Fist, corroborating Lin Yuan's claim that he had comprehended it by observing the Arhat Fist.
In a flash, the Abbot of the Great Chan Temple and the Head Monks exchanged glances, a shared thought forming in their minds.
Could it be that among this batch of new disciples, a once-in-a-millennium martial arts prodigy has emerged?
(End of Chapter)
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