Chapter 1053: Chapter 670: Eternal Withering and Flourishing, the Truth of the Buddha, and the Super Inheritance!

It was a lad of about sixteen or seventeen, looking not much older than Jueming’s junior brother, Yuan Xin!

The admonition of Grandmaster Shinan echoed in his ears, and Meng Chuan quickly put away any ’disrespectful’ thoughts.

The so-called Senior Brother Ding Guang in the mouths of the monks was slender, not tall, with his right hand lightly covering his yawning mouth and nose.

Then his eyes opened, clear and innocent like those of a glass child, with a faint golden circular mark intermittently visible on his forehead.

"..."

The boyish appearance was completely contrary to the ancient, dignified, and powerful image he had in his mind.

But Meng Chuan did not display even the slightest contempt.

The Qi Observation Skill transcended the realm of perception, detecting a unique trace of aura.

Unlike any ’great martial arts master’ he had ever seen, the Zen charm within was like an eternal lamp, silent yet transparent, extending endlessly.

This aroused a bit of curiosity in Meng Chuan.

Meanwhile, Senior Brother Ding Guang’s gaze spread out, sharing a trace with Meng Chuan, yet it felt as substantial as a heavy weight.

A thin layer of light pressed on his shoulders, comparable to the force of a thousand tons of water... 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Meng Chuan lowered his head, his brows furrowing deeper.

With a glance at the others, he mused that every Shaolin monk was indeed a master of hard martial arts...

Did others feel the same way?

Seeing no sign of pressure on the monks’ faces, he had some doubts...

Just as he was pondering, the heavy pressure quietly vanished.

Though his expression remained unchanged, Meng Chuan felt quite conflicted and puzzled inside.

He remembered.

This Senior Brother Ding Guang, why did he feel like he had seen him somewhere before, but couldn’t quite recall...

"My memory never fails, could it be that my perfect recall is malfunctioning?

It shouldn’t be..."

A new disturbance arose.

Meng Chuan suppressed his doubts, activating the Qi Observation Skill again, listening intently.

Ding Guang sat cross-legged, his back naturally against the cave wall, with an indescribable aura surrounding him:

"Young Chongyi, what do you wish to learn?"

The old monk named Chongyi at the forefront stepped forward.

Holding prayer beads in his hands, he bowed slightly:

"Replying to Senior Brother Ding Guang, the Eight Divisions Dragon God Fire."

Senior Brother Ding Guang raised his hand into a supportive gesture, then placed a finger on Chongyi’s forehead.

Meng Chuan noticed that the fingerprints on Ding Guang’s finger were unlike ordinary ones, appearing as regularly patterned radial lines, radiating outwards like spokes, distinct and clear as golden threads.

He knew that this was indeed the [Thousand-Spoked Wheels], an aspect of the ’Buddha’.

Senior Brother Ding Guang...

Meng Chuan’s pupils constricted like needlepoints, swallowing a gulp, continuing to observe the teaching process.

A wisp of fire appeared, swirling and winding with the fingertip’s touch, disappearing into Chongyi’s forehead.

Ding Guang raised his head, looking at everyone.

He spoke, his voice giving no clue to his age:

"No need for formalities in the future, time is late, let’s keep it simple today."

The monks’ expressions shifted from solemn to smiling.

Some even showed surprise, seemingly saying, "What’s with Senior Brother Ding Guang today?".

Thoughts flashed by like lightning, and recalling the usual majesty of Senior Brother Ding Guang, everyone bowed in unison:

"We obey Senior Brother Ding Guang’s decree."

Meng Chuan, pretending respect, followed suit, clasping his hands together inconspicuously.

He wondered in his heart:

"Why are these monks so serious, feeling that this Senior Brother Ding Guang... he’s actually alright."

Apart from imposing a pressure when meeting, his other actions were even amicable, far from being the overwhelming threat as rumored.

"Is today’s behavior greatly different from usual?"

Meng Chuan puzzled, listening to the monks reciting various divine techniques like a menu, to which Ding Guang accepted without refusal.

With this, he suddenly realized that Senior Brother Ding Guang was not only powerful but also very learned.

Not just ordinarily learned!

Whether it was the unique skills of Shaolin Temple, even the prime Divine Skill [Tathagata Divine Palm], or divine techniques that had entered from outside, like [Immovable Wisdom King Fist], [Incarnate Compassion Sutra for Disasters], [Great Mercy Divine Skill of Deliverance], and so on.

As long as it was a Buddhist divine technique, Senior Brother Ding Guang knew them all, even mastering them, able to impart divine intentions in teaching!

And the semblance of the Buddha just revealed, isn’t that the Great Saint?

A Buddhist Sect Great Saint is the Physical Buddha!

No, even Great Saints wouldn’t encompass so much.

He’s a living, walking human transmission machine of Buddhist secret techniques!

Though he didn’t quite understand, Meng Chuan retracted those immature thoughts he had earlier.

Shaolin Temple, truly a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, its legacy unbroken since ancient times, shouldn’t be underestimated.

With such senior mastery, even the Four-sided Alliance University has to strive to catch up...

The transmission of skills ahead was nearing its end.

Today’s process was fast, only three more before his turn.

As Meng Chuan was about to refocus and stop pondering, he suddenly thought of something:

"Hold on, encompassing so many paths, could it be that Senior Brother Ding Guang intends to ’destroy his own future’?"

Even someone extraordinary like him wouldn’t dare to dabble in so much, what then is Senior Brother Ding Guang relying on?

Or perhaps he truly has a great heart of compassion, willingly becoming a human transmission machine.

This is why he doesn’t cultivate to the highest path, breaking through to the Celestial King realm...

Regardless, Meng Chuan’s expression inadvertently became more serious and respectful, admiring his ’sacrifice’.

At this thought, Meng Chuan suddenly paused.

He couldn’t help but think of beings like the venerable Kashyapa, god-incarnate relics of incense...

He mused in his heart:

"Could Senior Brother Ding Guang be the same, being a Great Saint in a past life, thus becoming a Buddha in this one?

Highly possible, his sudden appearance earlier, as if descending from the Dharma Realm.

But why does he have substance and form, and why can’t Venerable Kashyapa do the same, emerging from his own Dharma Realm..."