Arhat Demon-Subduing Fist?
Chen Tang mused thoughtfully.
From what he understood, the Arhat in the Buddhist Sect symbolizes the suppression of demons and the expulsion of heresies, and it is a title only bestowed upon those with great divine power.
After a brief rest, Chen Tang continued practicing.
"Horse Stance Single Whip!"
The Sanskrit chant did not appear, as if the previous scene had been merely an illusion.
"Leg-Expanding Punch!"
"Great Peng's Stride Claw!"
"..."
After practicing several moves in succession, Chen Tang suddenly felt a tremor throughout his body. These fist techniques flashed through his mind and were simplified into one move.
"Elephant Throwing Form!"
The Sanskrit chant in his mind sounded once more.
Chen Tang thrust a punch forward, imagining a giant elephant being thrown from his palm, and followed through with several steps forward, his momentum impressive!
"Hee-hee."
In the Arhat Hall, many disciples watching Chen Tang practice his fist techniques couldn't help but snicker and whisper to each other.
"What was that freeloading pilgrim just practicing? Was it Horse Stance Single Whip?"
"It looked more like Leg-Expanding Punch."
"I think it looked even more like Great Peng's Stride Claw."
"Haha, such simple moves, yet he managed to turn them into something unrecognizable."
Even the little novice monks who had just joined Xinping Zen Temple for a year or two could perform the Arhat Fist with some proficiency while watching the spectacle.
"Didn't you see him earlier? He even got the simplest opening move, Child Worshipping Buddha, wrong."
"Yes, yes! I saw it too. He looked more like a monk holding a begging bowl for alms than Child Worshipping Buddha."
"Haha!"
The laughter and discussion around him seemed to go unnoticed by Chen Tang.
He simply practiced the Arhat Fist instinctively.
"Contemplation Form."
At this moment, Chen Tang wrapped his knees, supported his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes, and sat in meditation in a strange posture. Instantly, the surrounding noise vanished into thin air.
"How bizarre!"
Chen Tang quickly came to and realized that what he had been doing was not so much a fist technique as a form of meditative breathing method.
"Joyful Form!"
The Sanskrit chant sounded again.
Numerous moves from the Arhat Fist transformed once more.
Chen Tang demonstrated various peculiar poses on the spot.
Unlike before, the Joyful Form unfolded into many variations, extremely odd, not quite resembling a fist technique.
Deep in his martial arts practice, Chen Tang remained oblivious.
Some monks, upon seeing Chen Tang's recent moves, seemed to think of something, blushing and spitting in disgust!
"Senior Brother, those moves of the freeloading pilgrim are so strange!"
"Indeed, what on earth is he wriggling about there?"
"Hmph! Such vulgarity, an eyesore in this pure Buddhist sanctuary, yet that person acts so indecently. You should all stop watching!"
Though he said as much, the monk would sneak a peek from time to time.
Unfortunately, before long, Chen Tang switched to another move.
Chen Tang practiced the sixty-one moves of the Arhat Fist once, ultimately transforming them into sixteen moves.
Some of the cultivation techniques within seemed familiar, related to the Eighteen Arhats he had heard of in his previous life.
Such as the Bowl-Lifting Arhat, the Contemplative Arhat, and the River-Crossing Arhat, all belonged to the Eighteen Arhats.
However, the Arhat Demon-Subduing Fist only consists of sixteen forms, differing from what he knew in the past life.
The sixteen moves of the Arhat Demon-Subduing Fist are not all fist techniques.
The Cyan Lion Form, for example, seems linked to a hand seal.
And the Joyful Form, he only faintly understands.
During the Joyful Form practice, his body heats up uncomfortably, ironically not joyful at all.
Whereas the River-Crossing Form seems akin to a Lightweight Skill.
The Heaven-Supporting Form, related to a palm technique.
In his heart, Chen Tang began to grasp an understanding.
If the Arhat Fist is the simplest and most accessible fist in the Buddhist Sect.
Then, the Arhat Demon-Subduing Fist must be the foundation of all Buddhist martial arts!
This fist technique encompasses myriad forms, including not just fist techniques, but also Buddhist hand seals, palm techniques, Lightweight Skills, finger techniques, and even training-secret methods about the Opening the Apertures.
After finishing the sixteen forms of the Arhat Demon-Subduing Fist, Chen Tang was already drenched in sweat.
Unknowingly, two hours had already passed, taking more time and effort than practicing the sixty-one moves of the Arhat Fist.
Chen Tang took a deep breath, gradually calming his mind, conserving his energy, as he recalled the details of the Arhat Demon-Subduing Fist in his mind.
Some moves are meant for combat and fighting.
While others are more like cultivation techniques, needing advance comprehension.
Soon, several senior monks hurried over.
"Master, this freeloading pilgrim hasn't mastered a single form of the Arhat Fist all afternoon," a young monk reported.
"Not a single move?"
The head monk of the Arhat Hall frowned deeply.
The time might have been a bit tight, but becoming familiar with a few moves and techniques of the Arhat Fist shouldn't be a problem.
To not grasp even one technique, this person's aptitude seems severely lacking!
"Ming Jing, can you do it?"
The head of the Precepts Hall frowned and said, "Time is running out."
"Let's go."
Chen Tang opened his eyes, stood up, and said calmly, "Let's meet that Esoteric Monk."
The monks without much assurance, but at this stage, had to push forward against their discomfort.
"Come on, let's go over and take a look too!"
Many disciples of the Arhat Hall quickly followed.
"What's happening with all this noise?"
Disciples from other halls and temples quickly came forward to inquire.
"Don't you know? That freeloading pilgrim is going to spar with the little monk from the Esoteric Sect!"
"The freeloading pilgrim, just him?"
"Indeed, he was just in our Arhat Hall learning the Arhat Fist for an entire afternoon!"
By this time, Chen Tang had already become 'infamously notorious' among the younger generation of Xinping Zen Temple disciples, prompting many to rush to the square, eager to see the commotion.
Before long.
The senior monks led Chen Tang to the square in front of the Great Heroic Hall.
On the square, Abbot Ben Guang and many senior monks from Xinping Zen Temple sat in the central position.
On the left side, a group of monks wearing dark red monk robes stood.
On the right side, the crowd wore various styles of clothing, a mix of freeloading pilgrims, Jianghu people from across the land.
Senior Brother Ming Yuan and Sister-in-law were there.
The elder stood behind them like a towering iron pagoda.
Upon seeing Chen Tang, Senior Brother Ming Yuan nodded at him, smiling faintly.
"Abbot Ben Guang, how long do you plan to delay?"
The Esoteric Sect Leader sitting at the head of the Esoteric Sect side spoke slowly, "Your temple, known as the leading temple in Qian Country, yet after so many days, not one among the younger generation is a match for Zhaba."
"That young monk is Zhaba," someone pointed out to Chen Tang.
Squinting his eyes, Chen Tang looked over.
Behind the Esoteric Sect Leader stood a skinny young monk with sunken eyes, a slight red flush on his cheek contrasting with his dark skin, looking quite peculiar.
The Esoteric Sect Leader continued, "The Vajra Relic is a treasured item in Buddhism. Since Qian Country's Buddhist Sect successors are lacking, it should be entrusted to the Esoteric Sect for safekeeping. Furthermore, the Esoteric Sect upholds the authentic legacy of the Vajra Lineage."
Abbot Ben Guang replied in a deep voice, "As far as I know, the Esoteric Sect's Vajra legacy is not complete, with the Great Strength Vajra Hand already lost."
In his heart, Chen Tang's thoughts stirred, his eyes rolling slightly.
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