Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Vajra Sutra

The clouds and mist dispersed, and moonlight shone between the houses, casting a faint white glow.

A cool night breeze blew as the old monk, draped in Patch Robe Old Monk in the shadows of the house, the wind tugging at his faded, starched clothes as they fluttered slowly.

Liang Qu did not lower his guard because of the Old Monk's words.

Late at night, apart from large restaurants and banks, ordinary people would have already gone to bed and rested, and beggars would not choose this time to come out and beg.

It's strange that an Old Monk suddenly appears and wants to take on disciples.

Furthermore, he couldn't discern the Old Monk's aura at all; he was almost certainly a master.

After considering it carefully, Liang Qu cautiously asked, "Why does the master want to take me as his disciple?"

"Myriad Laws, and all are governed by causes and conditions."

The Old Monk held his prayer beads in his hands, gazing at Liang Qu. His eyes Black and White, like those of a baby, unlike the cloudy and yellowish eyes of the Village Elder.

"Benefactor, you possess the Dragon Tendons Tiger Bones and a tiger. I have a Dharma Gate called the 'Dragon -Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Vajra Sutra.' For ordinary people, practicing it is only a high-level skill, but for Benefactor, it is the ultimate Cultivation Method."

"This old monk observes that you are not yet twenty years old. If you cultivate this method, you will surely reach the True Image within thirty years, and may attain the Arhat Fruit Position, which is what ordinary people call the realm of Martial Saint."

Liang Qu remained silent.

The monk is such a big talker, claiming he'll reach the True Image within thirty years and even become Martial Saint, like growing cabbages? In the folk tales, at least the monk fell off a cliff and met the old man, learning unparalleled martial arts.

I don't even need to use it, how could I run into him on the street? But I didn't expect that someone could recognize my Martial Bone Liang Qu at a glance. He's a master who talks big, and I shouldn't offend him.

Liang Qu declined, saying, "I already have a master and cannot take another as my teacher. Moreover, I am a single disciple in my generation and have no intention of becoming a monk. I fear that I would disappoint the master."

The Old Monk lowered his eyes and silently turned his prayer beads.

A gentle night breeze blew, and all was silent.

Seeing that the Old Monk, Liang Qu felt slightly uneasy.

"Since that's the case," the Old Monk raised his head again, "I will not insist. However, I have been traveling for two days without eating. Would Benefactor be so kind as to allow me to bother you for a while and offer me a vegetarian meal?"

Liang Qu was stunned.

To be honest, he wasn't too willing.

This Old Monk is too strange, but since he's already said this much, it wouldn't be good to refuse.

"Of course, Master, come with me."

The old monk bowed and said, "Thank you, Benefactor."

Liang Qu sighed inwardly, took a step forward, making sure he could see the Old Monk's movements out of the corner of his eye, and led him to open the door of the side shed and into the kitchen.

There was a small table in the kitchen, Liang Qu brought over a small stool for the Old Monk to sit on.

"Please have a seat, Master. I'll go and make some preparations."

"Good."

Liang Qu rummaged through the cupboard, found some vegetables and seasonings, and started a fire to cook.

It was past midnight, and the old woman who cooked had already gone home to sleep, so the Old Monk had to cook a meal himself if he wanted to treat him.

This was the first time Liang Qu had cooked a meal since arriving here. Before hiring a cook, he always ate outside or at the Martial Arts School.

Because I had never used an old-fashioned stove before, I was a bit rusty, but it didn't matter much.

Liang Qu was filled with water and covered. Turning his head, he glimpsed Old Monk holding a wooden board and picking up a piece of charcoal to write on it.

The wooden planks seem to be leftover scraps from building the house and making the doors; I don't know when the Old Monk took them.

I didn't dare to look closely at what was written on Liang Qu. I kept my eyes down and waited for the porridge to cook before serving a bowl.

"Thank you, Benefactor."

The Old Monk put his hands together in prayer, and after bowing, he took the bowl with one hand and handed it to the board with the other.

"Master, this is..."

"The Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Vajra Sutra".

Liang Qu frowned and did not take it.

"I have already said that I have a master."

The Old Monk's withered face trembled, clinging to his bony frame, and he managed to force a smile, "No need for apprenticeship, consider this payment for the vegetarian meal."

This monk aroused Great Prosperity in Liang Qu.

The Old Monk didn't seem as dangerous as I thought; he wasn't some eccentric or reclusive person.

Within thirty years, he will surely attain the True Image and may attain the Arhat Fruit Position.

Admittedly, this statement is quite intriguing, and the fact that it's exchanged for a bowl of congee is practically free.

Who doesn't like getting something for free?

"Master, please enjoy your drink."

Liang Qu put down the bowl and took the wooden board.

With a flick of the wrist, the wooden planks scattered like a peacock spreading its tail.

The wooden board was cut into more than a dozen thin slices! What profound skill!

The wooden planks used to make the doors weren't made of scrap wood; he used Oak Wood, which is hard and heavy.

I didn't see the Old Monk pull out any sharp weapon; he simply used his bare hands to divide the wooden board into so many pages.

Liang Qu lit an oil lamp by the stove and examined it closely.

Each sheet was covered with writing in charcoal ash, the characters vigorous and powerful, like dragons and snakes in motion.

"A person's body consists of the five internal organs and six bowels, and the four limbs and hundreds of bones; internally, it comprises essence, energy, and spirit, and externally, muscles, bones, and flesh, together forming a complete body."

As the candlelight flickered for a while, Liang Qu felt increasingly sleepy, his mind grew more and more foggy, and his eyes became unbearably sore.

This Cultivation Method contains a large number of Buddhism terms and allusions, which are completely outside his knowledge.

Liang Qu studied mostly Classics, Histories, Masters, Collections, history, philosophy, and literature at the academy, as well as humanities and history. He also studied "Myriad Victory Embracing Oneness," so he had some knowledge of Daoist concepts, but he knew nothing about Buddhism.

At first, I could still manage to read it, albeit with some stumbling and difficulty. But as more and more parts I didn't understand accumulated, the connections between different parts became disjointed, and by the second page, it was a complete mess.

Judging from the opening theme, the Unseen is indeed a Cultivation Method that is very compatible with him, and it has some similarities with "Myriad Victory Embracing Oneness", so it is entirely possible to cultivate both.

Just then, the Old Monk finished his porridge and put down his bowl and chopsticks.

Liang Qu deftly produced a tea set, poured boiling water into it, poured a cup of fine tea, and asked with a smile, "May I ask where you come from, Master?"

"I have traveled around the world without settling down. If I had to say, I lingered in Qingzhou for a long time before, and that is where I came Qingzhou."

"From Qingzhou?"

Liang Qu nodded, thinking it was just a coincidence that he was a wandering monk. He then took out his copy of the Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Vajra Sutra.

"Master, I don't understand this Cultivation Method. There are many things in it that I've never heard of before. Could you explain it to me in a little bit?"

The Old Monk smiled and said, "If you become my disciple, you will naturally understand."

So they were waiting for me here.

Liang Qu was speechless, and then asked, "Isn't it too casual for the master to accept me as a disciple? You just glanced at me on the street and want to take me as your disciple? What if I am a wicked person?"

"I noticed you leaving home Xu Time 3:45 PM. I saw, heard, and investigated along the way. Last year you gave away silver to save people, distributed porridge at the end of the year, killed Mountain Ghost to protect the villagers, and you did not forget to give alms after you became wealthy. I know all of this and have made my own judgment."

The Old Monk's eyes were piercing.

There are many types of Martial Bone in the world, but the Dragon Tendons Tiger Bones is not the best, yet it is the type of Martial Bone he most hopes to encounter.

People choose the Cultivation Method, Cultivation Method choose people.

The person who creates the Cultivation Method is not necessarily a master.

A person with unparalleled cultivation level may not necessarily be able to create Cultivation Method.

How difficult it is to find Cultivation Method that perfectly suits one's own needs.

The Dragon Tendons Tiger Bones perfectly match the Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Vajra Sutra!

This method may be considered superior to others, but for those with Dragon Tendons Tiger Bones, it is the pinnacle!

What is even more commendable is that Liang Qu is charitable and generous.

Ordinary people Innate Martial Bone; they can easily injure people's bones with a wave of their hand, and no one can cure them. This often fosters a lawless and unruly nature.

Fugui families Innate Martial Bone and are pampered by everyone, making it difficult for them to understand the suffering of ordinary people.

After traveling for so long, this was the first time the Old Monk had the idea of taking on a disciple.

Liang Qu felt a toothache after hearing this. Luckily, he had always had a good reputation, otherwise he would not have had this wonderful encounter today.

This is truly the first time I've ever experienced such a wonderful thing as a windfall.

However, he was not the kind of person who would betray his promise for the sake of a Cultivation Method.

A teacher for a day is a father for life; how can a person go around claiming fathers everywhere?

Anyway, I have the Cultivation Method in hand. At worst, I can read more Buddhist scriptures and study them on my own.

Liang Qu shook his head, no longer insisting, and casually asked while picking up a cup of tea.

"Master, what level of cultivation do you possess? Perhaps this is presumptuous, but if you don't wish to answer, you are free to remain silent."

"According to common sense, this is the True Image."

"Puff!"

Liang Qu spat out a mouthful of tea.