"Chen Jue?"
"So it is Benefactor Chen, who fought masters from all across the land and stands first among a million soldiers!"
"Your martial attainment borders on the profound, Benefactor Chen. No wonder you recognized the Heart-Mind Boxing stance at a glance."
"It was only natural for my martial nephew Yantong to lose to you. After all, you are an accomplished master who has attained the Way, with sacred flesh just like our Buddha." Master Jiande seemed to have heard of Chen Jue. He bowed slightly and invited him to sit on one of several stone stools beside the stone temple, continuing to watch the young monks harvesting the wheat below.
Out of curiosity, Chen Jue used heavenly sensitivity to observe Master Jiande and discovered that he, too, bore a powerful spiritual imprint.
It was the same "sincerity" of devout Buddhist worship that the monk Yantong possessed, but this eminent monk's "sincerity" was even stronger.
Beyond that, his martial skill had clearly reached an extremely profound level. Although he had not achieved embracing the elixir and sitting on the hips, his vitality was wholly contained within him. Clearly, he already had one foot in Buddhism's "formless and unmanifest" śarīra realm.
The depth of this eminent monk's cultivation was probably greater than that of Li Wei, who had subdued half his White Tiger.
I never imagined Shaolin Temple had an accomplished eminent monk like this hidden away!
An austere life apart from the secular world-is this the path of uniting Zen and martial arts? Curious, Chen Jue surveyed the interior of the stone temple.
He discovered that apart from a few clay Buddha statues enshrined inside, the stone temple held nothing else. It did not even have electrical wiring.
Compared with the endless stream of worshippers and splendid surroundings of the