Chapter 91 Master
Jiumozhi was born with wisdom and had encountered many adventures since he was a teenager. He had never met an opponent in his life. But at this moment, he was knocked to the ground by a palm from a young man like Li Anran. The anger in his heart was greater than his fear.

Jiumozhi's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to get up. He wanted to take action again, but he found that his internal energy was like a tide, swirling and conflicting in the meridians and acupuncture points, as if it wanted to break out of his body, but there was no way to vent it, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Murong Fu, what did you do to me!"

Jiumozhi was extremely frightened. He felt that his head, chest, and stomach were all swelling and seemed like they would explode at any time.

Li Anran said, "I told you before that you forced yourself to practice the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills in the wrong order and without any compassion. Sooner or later you will go astray! Isn't this happening?"

Jiumozhi's mind flashed with lightning, as if he suddenly understood something. His eyes were red with anger, and he roared: "Murong Fu, you two are deliberately plotting against me!"

When he met Murong Bo by chance, Murong Bo taught him the 72 Shaolin unique skills.

It's not that he didn't suspect Murong Bo had bad intentions, but every secret book Murong Bo gave him was so exquisite that he couldn't describe it, and after repeatedly pondering it, he didn't find any problems.

Only then did he feel relieved and practiced hard.

Now it seems that he was too arrogant and fell into Murong Bo's trap!
Jiumozhi instantly became furious. Regardless of his own life and death, he forced himself to circulate his internal energy and slashed towards Li Anran with a "flaming knife".

Li Anran stood there, motionless. He just raised his hand, grasped the flaming knife in his palm, clasped his five fingers together, and crushed it into pieces with a bang.

The true energy spread out and turned into a howling gale.

Jiumozhi's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured over his head, instantly extinguishing all his anger and making his whole body cold.

The "Flame Sword" was the first magical skill he practiced and the one he mastered the most. After he mastered it, he traveled all over the world and was successful in everything he did. It was far beyond the reach of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills!

At this moment, seeing Li Anran crush the flaming sword with ease, the impact on him was far greater than the previous palm that knocked him to the ground.

Jiumozhi calmed down from his rage and realized that today might not be a good day. He made a prompt decision, spun his body, poured his true energy into his robes, and threw it towards Li Anran with force.

After forcibly circulating his internal energy twice in a row, Jiumozhi felt unbearable pain in his meridians and dantian, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

However, Jiumozhi no longer cared about all that at this time, and suddenly pounced on Wang Yuyan, wanting to take Wang Yuyan as a hostage.

But before he could reach Wang Yuyan, the cassock flew back and wrapped him tightly like a rice dumpling, making him unable to move.

Jiumozhi still wanted to use his strength to break free, but his inner strength was completely out of control, rushing around in his meridians and dantian. Blood oozed out from his pores, instantly dyeing his cassock blood-red.

Even though Jiumozhi had extraordinary endurance, he could not endure the pain that was even worse than lingchi, and screamed miserably: "Murong Fu, kill me! Kill me!"

A-Bi, A-Zhu and Wang Yuyan were so frightened that they backed away one after another.

Li Anran stepped forward and slapped Jiumozhi's Danzhong point with his palm, but he did not want to take Jiumozhi's life. Instead, he poured his internal energy into Jiumozhi's body, helping Jiumozhi repair his meridians and regulate his internal breath, while feeling the fluctuations of Jiumozhi's soul.

Since Bodhidharma, the founder of Shaolin, no one has been able to master all the 72 Shaolin martial arts.

The core reason is that the martial arts created by Bodhidharma all come from Buddhism, which requires those who practice it to have a deep understanding of Buddhism and always have compassion in mind.

However, martial arts itself is a method of killing people that is full of violence, and the two are fundamentally conflicting.

Jiumozhi relied on his mastery of Buddhism to practice more than twenty unique skills, but he was unable to resolve the conflict between his hostility and compassion.

Just now, Jiumozhi was knocked to the ground by his palm. His mind was agitated and his anger surged, and the conflict broke out!

It was also the first time that Li Anran had seen such a state of spiritual obsession. He was very curious about what Jiumozhi's soul would look like under such circumstances.

Soon, Li Anran sensed the fluctuations of Jiumozhi's soul——

Essence, energy and spirit are interdependent and mutually reinforcing. The stronger the essence and energy, the stronger the spirit and soul.

Jiumozhi's internal strength is much better than Feng Qingyang's. The fluctuations of his soul are already quite strong. At this time, he is in a special situation of being possessed by a demon, so the fluctuations of his soul are even more obvious.

Li Anran discovered that the fluctuations of Jiumozhi's soul were not as violent and changeable as he had expected, but was in a state of extreme depression, and was self-consuming and self-destructive.

If this goes on, even if Jiumozhi is fine physically, his soul will collapse, and he will go completely crazy!

"Why did you save me?"

With Li Anran's help, after just a few breaths, the raging internal energy in Jiumozhi's body gradually calmed down, blood no longer seeped out of the pores of his skin, and the screams gradually stopped.

However, this only temporarily solves the superficial problem. If the conflict between the spirit and soul is not resolved, it is only a matter of time before Jiumozhi becomes possessed again.

Li Anran said frankly: "Curiosity."

Jiumozhi was furious when he heard this: "You two, father and son, are really using me as an experiment!" When he got angry, the internal force in his body, which had originally stabilized, suddenly accelerated, and there were signs that it was going out of control.

Jiumozhi had just suffered from the pain of being possessed by a demon, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly calmed his mind, silently recited Buddhist scriptures, and calmed himself down.

Li Anran's eyes lit up slightly. Jiumozhi's anger and calmness made him discover many interesting things. He thought to himself, "Emotions and thoughts can affect the soul. If I attack his soul in turn, will it change his ideas and thoughts?"

Li Anran's thoughts turned into a thousand words, and he said, "I told you, I don't know anything about the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills."

Jiumozhi snorted coldly. Although he didn't say anything, his attitude clearly showed disbelief.

"Jiumozhi, in your own eyes, you may be a person of note, the Tibetan national teacher, the Great Wheel King, and a martial arts master. But in my eyes, ha!"

Li Anran sneered and said, "You have lived for so many years, but you can't even tell the difference between truth and lies; you have studied sutras for so many years, but you have only learned the basics; your martial arts skills are even less worth mentioning. Do you think you are worthy of my calculations?"

The anger that Jiumozhi had just calmed down suddenly burst out again. Regardless of the fact that Li Anran was helping him heal his wounds, he raised his hand and slapped Li Anran.

However, all his internal strength was under the control of Li Anran.

Li Anran simply directed his true energy slightly to another place.

Jiumozhi was unable to exert any strength at all, and his palms swung limply halfway before falling down helplessly.

"Murong Fu, if you want to kill me, then kill me. If you want to cut me up, then cut me up! If I, Jiumozhi,... what will you do!"

Before Jiumozhi finished speaking, he realized that his internal energy was rapidly running under Li Anran's guidance.

Jiumozhi wanted to regain control of his own internal strength, but Li Anran's internal strength was much stronger than his. His resistance was useless. He could only watch Li Anran control his true energy to flow continuously in his body.

Li Anran did not have direct means to act on Jiumozhi's soul, but he could indirectly affect Jiumozhi's soul through the operation of his skills.

One week, two weeks, three weeks...

Jiumozhi's angry and irritable mood gradually dissipated, and he sat cross-legged, immersed in breathing.

When he opened his eyes again, they were full of compassion and peace. He sighed deeply and said guiltily, "Although I am a Buddhist, I am more competitive and suspicious than ordinary people. Master Murong repays evil with kindness and is compassionate, but I..."

Before he finished speaking, the true energy in his body was once again guided by Li Anran to circulate, but this time he was no longer practicing the Buddhist compassion technique, but the extremely violent Seven Injury Fist.

One week, two weeks, three weeks...

Jiumozhi was still sitting cross-legged there, still wearing the monk's robe, but even Azhu, Abi and even Wang Yuyan, who had never practiced martial arts, could sense the murderous aura emanating from him, as if he wanted to destroy everything.

Sudden.

Jiumozhi opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of black light in his pupils, as if he was a man-eating evil ghost crawling out of hell. His face was ferocious, and he muttered: "I, the Buddha, am the best figure in this world! Murong boy, you dare to disrespect the Buddha, I will kill you!" He stood up and was about to kill Li Anran.

boom!
Li Anran exerted force with his palm and pushed Jiumozhi back, then changed his kung fu again.

"Monks should be compassionate..."

"Kill! Kill! I will kill you all..."

"The purpose of practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body. I really shouldn't lose sight of the main purpose..."

"I must master the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills..."

……

Jiumozhi's expression kept changing, sometimes compassionate and peaceful, sometimes ferocious and terrifying, sometimes repentant and crying, and sometimes arrogant and presumptuous.

Ah Bi and Ah Zhu looked at each other in bewilderment and couldn't help but whisper to Wang Yuyan: "Miss, what is the young master doing?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand it either.

That's when.

Li Anran stopped.

Jiumozhi put his hands together, his expression was compassionate and peaceful, but there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes when he looked at Li Anran. He bowed down and worshiped, "The Tathagata taught his disciples that the first thing is to get rid of greed, love, desire, and entanglement, only then can there be hope of liberation. Today, I was enlightened by my master, and finally understood the truth. I got rid of the shackles of fame and wealth, and was able to be pure and liberated."

(End of this chapter)