roccoschili Chapter 285: Divine Monk, Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ritual (2)
Chapter 285: Divine Monk, Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ritual (2)
“I will pass down the internal energy I’ve accumulated throughout my life.”
Passing down one’s internal energy meant transferring it.
It signified transferring one’s internal energy to another.
In truth, it was not an easy feat.
How could the Great Star Absorbing Technique be considered anything other than a demonic art?
A person was not a mere waterskin filled with internal energy.
To transfer one’s internal energy also meant to transfer one’s essence and vitality.
It’s fundamentally different from infusing True Qi into someone’s acupoints to aid them, or conducting a True Qi guidance.
“No, this cannot be! How can you perform internal energy transfer on an outsider?” the Arhat Hall Head exclaimed in disbelief.
The only one who remained calm was the Abbot.
“Senior Brother! What are you saying?”
Even Dalma Hall’s master referred to him as senior brother.
That’s how serious the matter was.
Using the Small Recovery Pill, that was acceptable.
Even abolishing one’s own internal energy was feasible. Many high monks, deeming martial arts unnecessary, would place a restriction on their dantian.
However, internal energy transfer was a different matter.
“There will be a heavy burden on your body. Especially in your current state, Senior Uncle...”
The Medicine King Hall Head held back his words, but everyone understood.
After transferring his internal energy, the Divine Monk would perish.
But the Divine Monk spoke with a quiet smile.
“I have lived in suffering for a long time. I barely remember the time I climbed Mount Song with the great monk holding my hand as a child. Even after receiving the full precepts to pursue the path of Buddha, how much blood have I spilled with these two hands?”
The Divine Monk lifted his wrinkled hands.
They were worn and skeletal, like pigskin wrapped around bones.
How many demonic heads had departed for the other shore at the hands of these two?
Prajna True Qi, Arhat Fist, Scattering Flower Palm, countless Shaolin martial arts had bloomed from those hands.
“I wish to return even the gifts I received to achieve Nirvana. If I could, I would share this diseased body, not just my internal energy. If someone lacks eyes, I would dig mine out for them; if someone has no limbs, I would sever my own to give to them.” raꞐỖbƐs
A silence fell over the assembly.
“It is a body that won’t live much longer anyway. Even if I tightly clutch my internal energy within this decaying flesh, what good would it do?”
“Great Senior Uncle...”
“It is said that all who are born must die. Do not dwell on it,” the Divine Monk said sternly.
However, both the Arhat Hall Head and the Prajna Hall Head still had words they wanted to say.
They kept their mouths tightly shut, hoping someone else would raise the matter, but it was something that had to be addressed.
“Gathering the orthodox Murim talents to pass this on to one of them is...”
In the end, the Arhat Hall Head was the first to speak.
The Arhat Hall, which included the One Hundred Eight Arhats, leads in directly overseeing Shaolin’s martial power.
Therefore, he couldn’t ignore it.
“To pass down Shaolin’s internal energy to an outsider talent, no matter the reason...”
“No-attachment almsgiving.”
“...Excuse me?”
“When giving charity, one must do so without attachment. Why did you even become a monk? You should just grow your hair out and join the military.”
“...”
“If you don’t like it, shut up, you brat!”
The Arhat Hall Head clamped his mouth shut.
The Divine Monk, Shaolin’s foremost master, was transferring his precious internal energy to another.
Mu Myung took a step back.
“It’s not as if I’d pass on the power of the Muscle-Tendon Change Marrow Cleanse technique. Don’t worry. I’ll only pass on pure natural energy.”
“Understood...”
“Jeong Myung will also be given the same opportunity. Furthermore, there will be something left solely for Shaolin, so do not worry.”
The Arhat Hall Head looked silently at the Abbot. Seeing that he remained quiet, it seemed he had already reached an agreement with the Divine Monk.
The Divine Monk grumbled, “You fools. If you act so petty, Shaolin will be disgraced, disgraced.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn
“Who would dare criticize us?”
“News has spread across the entire Murim that Jang Gyeong became an immortal by giving up everything to an outsider. Shouldn’t I do something similar to preserve your honor?”
Jang Gyeong referred to the Sword Emperor.
The tales of the Sword Emperor, the Immortal Divine Dragon, and the ascension had deeply moved the entire orthodox Murim.
The Divine Monk was implying he intended to do the same.
“But...”
“He was always indifferent to worldly praise...”
Mu Myung was someone entirely unconcerned with Shaolin’s reputation.
It was obvious he was merely making excuses.
“As Abbot, I will respect Senior Brother’s wishes.”
“Thank you, Abbot.”
However, with even the Abbot supporting the Divine Monk, the others had nothing more to say.
And so, the discussion in the Founder’s Cave came to an end.
As the high monks began leaving one by one, the Divine Monk looked at the Medicine King Hall Head and spoke, “Hyun Jeong.”
“Yes, Great Senior Uncle.”
The Medicine King Hall Head responded with a respectful bow.
The Divine Monk spoke in a voice devoid of his earlier mirth, “Today is that day, isn’t it?”
“...Yes.”
“Let’s go together.”
The Medicine King Hall Head nodded solemnly.
The Medicine King Hall treated the sick.
Their medical expertise was impressive, as they created both Great Recovery and Small Recovery Pills.
However, some patients at the Medicine King Hall could not hope for a full recovery.
Those included those who had fallen into a severe form of Qi deviation and could not awaken.
Or elderly high monks afflicted with incurable age-related illnesses.
It wasn’t until Beop Il killed a fellow monk that the issue was resolved.
Beop Il was punished by having his dantian sealed and was subsequently expelled.
He hadn’t known that, after disappearing, Hyun Do would later reappear in the Imperial Palace as a sorcerer of the Demon Cult.
“It wasn’t your responsibility, Senior Brother.”
“...We’re here.”
The Divine Monk stopped walking.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the valley.
The temperature had dropped sharply. The dark valley was shrouded in a faint mist that carried a metallic scent.
This valley was called the Serpent Dragon Valley, also known as Yi-ryong.
At the very depths of the valley was a cave entrance.
A boulder, much larger than a person, blocked the cave.
“Can you stand?”
“Yes.”
“Then stand.”
Mu Gyeon stood up.
For the ailing Mu Gyeon to stand and walk was nothing short of a miracle.
It was likely possible only because he had once been a master of the highest level.
He was burning the very last of his remaining vitality to produce a final surge of energy.
The Divine Monk looked at his junior brother briefly before moving the boulder from the cave entrance.
Ggggrr—
As the boulder was moved aside, the cave’s entrance was revealed.
The pitch-black interior, unsurprisingly, had no light at all.
It felt just like a snake pit.
Whiiish—!
A damp breeze blew from inside the cave.
The smell in that wind was sharp and metallic, stinging the nose!
It was a stench that would make anyone recoil.
Mu Gyeon quietly uttered a Buddhist chant.
“Senior Brother.”
Mu Gyeon stood still at the cave entrance, his hands pressed together in prayer.
His posture was remarkably upright.
Among the Mu line disciples, he was especially known for his strong Dharma power. The Divine Monk felt a deep respect for his disciple’s stance.
“Only now, on the verge of Nirvana, have I come to realize.”
“Realize what?”
“The impermanence of all things.”
“...”
“Life is a journey of weariness, and death is simply a return.”
The Divine Monk pressed his hands together in prayer.
“You have already become a Buddha, Junior Brother.”
There was no reply.
Lifting his head, Mu Gyeon did not respond and walked further into the cave.
Swish, swish.
His steps lacked strength, but he did not stop.
The Divine Monk quietly chanted a prayer.
“Om- Amogha Vairocana...”
Mu Gyeon did not return.
Woooo—
A strange wailing echoed from within the cave, as if something were crying out.
The Divine Monk once again blocked the entrance with the boulder.
Meanwhile.
In the Second Founder Meditation Room within the Shaolin temple grounds.
The Second Founder Meditation Room was built in honor of Founder Huike, and though it wasn’t an impressive space, it served its purpose.
It was an old cottage nestled deep within Mount Song, once used by a high monk who had entered nirvana due to a chronic illness. This was none other than the residence of the Three Buddhas of Endless Suffering.
Usually, the Beop line martial monks shared a common dormitory, but as they had the same master, they resided here together.
Currently, they had a guest.
It was Yi-gang.
He was staying here, living alongside the Three Buddhas of Endless Suffering.
Sometimes, Jeong Myung would come to assist Yi-gang with his inconvenient daily life, but today Yi-gang had asked Jeong Myung not to come.
He glared intently at the small table before him.
On it was a bowl of rice mixed roughly with wild greens.
The contents of the meal weren’t important.
Since he couldn’t use his legs, he couldn’t lift the spoon to eat, so he simply sat there, staring at the bowl.
Then—
Clink.
The spoon, which had been lying still, began to rise.
The spoon, now holding some rice, moved slowly.
This was different from telekinetic sword technique. It was the pure manifestation of telekinesis.
Just as Yi-gang opened his mouth to take a bite—
“Huh!”
The spell broke, and the spoon fell.
The grains of rice scattered messily.
Yi-gang frowned and turned his head.
“...What was that?”
Somewhere, he sensed a strange wave of energy.
It was an ominous feeling.