My Buddha Does Not Save Those Without an Affinity

Here at the Daoist temple.

The old Daoist priest glanced at the mountain path, saw the figure slowly descending the mountain, but didn't bother to pay attention, and turned back to say:

"Jingxuan, this Daoist temple is now in your care. You must look after it carefully and not slack off."

Now that the first battle for destiny has ended, it's time for the rotation and resignation of leaders.

Li Jingxuan bowed and cupped his hands, saying, "Respectfully seeing off Senior Brother."

The old Daoist priest grunted in response, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the grotto where he had stayed for many years, feeling a slight sense of melancholy.

Unexpectedly, the dissipated luck he had knocked away with his final all-out attack ended up benefiting young friend Yu. Could this be the destiny between them?

This truly proves the saying that life is unpredictable.

For these younger generations, the blessing of Martial Fortune prowess and the tempering of their Inner Qi Seed are secondary; the most fundamental key lies in the invisible protection they receive the Unseen the Great Dao.

When one's luck reaches a certain level, the arrival of good fortune and the combined power of heaven and earth are not just empty words.

Most directly, Yu Xiaoyou's boxing style might have a chance to be released ahead of schedule.

Unfortunately, according to the old Daoist priest's prediction, given the slow growth rate of the divine intent on Yu Tunzhou's body, even with Martial Fortune by his side, unless there is another great fortuitous opportunity, this set of fist techniques would have to wait another ten or eight years before it could truly be born.

It would probably take a considerable amount of time just for that wisp of divine intent to take shape.

Wanting to carve out a path and establish one's own territory is not that simple.

Thinking of this, the old Daoist priest glanced at the young friend Yu and decided to bid him farewell in his heart.

Upon looking at it, the old Daoist priest suddenly paused.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly sighed:

"Jingxuan, your current cultivation level is still a bit too weak. You were barely able to stay here and oversee things, but who would have thought that such a troublesome neighbor would come? We are both from the Supreme Purity Lineage, and I am truly worried about you."

"Very well, I will guard this place for you for a while longer. You should continue your secluded cultivation in the study. This way, I can have an explanation to give to the lineage in the future, lest others say that I don't care for my juniors."

Li Jingxuan looked over in surprise.

What's going on with you now, senior brother?

Hadn't they already decided to return to the lineage and settle old scores?

Besides, someone like Lu Huaiqing can hardly be considered a bad neighbor.

This person is so intelligent that it harms their health; they know exactly when to advance and when to retreat.

Night had fallen in the mountains and forests.

Yu Tunzhou displays the ancient and simple stance of Taijiquan. Each punch and movement is slow yet not sluggish, gentle yet not superficial, with stillness hidden in movement, opportunity within stillness, and power hidden within opportunity.

Over the past month, thanks to his body's ability to focus on his inner self, he had already adjusted the Taijiquan he learned in his previous life to its most perfect state. His Qi was in harmony, his center of gravity shifted, and his breathing was all just right.

He even developed Taiji Mountain-Leaning Strike that best suited him, based on his own ideas.

But that's still not enough.

These are still at the stage of hand-to-hand combat; they are fighting, not martial arts, let alone the Martial Dao.

He never managed to achieve the divine will manifesting as the old Daoist priest had described, nor did he live up to the Old Mo's description of it being "somewhat interesting."

As Yu Tunzhou became increasingly aware of Old Mo's skill, he realized that Old Mo was absolutely right.

Moreover, this set of boxing techniques was already famous in his previous life. It is in harmony with the principles of Yin and Yang and has great potential. It contains profound meaning and mystery, but he has not yet fully explored it.

At this very moment.

Whether it was due to the blessing of Martial Fortune, his mind became increasingly clear and serene, and all sorts of thoughts arose naturally without any agitation or confusion.

What he had initially considered a perfect boxing stance now revealed numerous flaws, as if everything could be repaired or remedied, especially the flow of Inner Qi within the body and its coordination with the fist movements, which was far from satisfactory.

He was completely absorbed in the new developments of the boxing technique, without any distractions.

At the same time, a surge of Inner Qi from his Dantian flowed through his meridians, following the route of the Great Spirit Courtyard, turning one circle after another.

Seventeen revolutions... Twenty-three revolutions... Twenty-nine revolutions... Thirty-six revolutions...

Within the body's meridians, the Inner Qi roared like a dragon's cry, like a dragon moving through water. The further it progressed, the more powerful the sound became, until finally it was like a series of muffled thunderclaps.

His Inner Qi surged like thunder, yet the Fist Intent flowed like a long, gentle stream.

Each move unfolds slowly, the Inner Qi dissipating and transforming into the force of the fist.

The wind swirled around him, stirring up the fallen leaves, but instead of blowing them away, it kept them firmly bound within three zhang of the Yu Tunzhou, rising and falling with his fists and sinking and rising with his breath.

Sometimes it is as still as a deep pool, without a ripple.

Sometimes it suddenly becomes like a whirlwind, sweeping across all directions.

Everything moved with the force of his fists and changed according to his will.

In the stillness of the night, when all is quiet, only the heart and fist are united.

As time went by, the originally somewhat rough boxing style became more and more refined and smooth, giving people a sense of flowing clouds and water.

It was during this time that a surge of Fist Intent flowed slowly around him like water.

This Fist Intent is formless and intangible, perfectly natural, like a painting yet to be painted, with large blank spaces waiting to be written and depicted.

Each punch from Yu Tunzhou was like a drop of ink, gradually completing the painting.

Meanwhile, the string of dormant golden characters in his mind had quietly awakened, gradually drawing in, eroding, and refining the invisible protection of Martial Fortune.

With each sliver of Martial Fortune is devoured, tiny golden sparks will splash onto the surface of the golden characters.

Once the remaining Martial Fortune was fully absorbed, the various golden characters suddenly shone brightly, transforming into a Daoist book that emitted an ancient, pure light. The cover bore only one word:

easy.

Yu Tunzhou, still practicing his boxing techniques, was unaware of the changes in his mind.

He felt that the more he practiced this set of boxing techniques, the smoother and more proficient he became.

It wasn't until he stumbled that Yu Tunzhou came to his senses and was shocked to find that he was starving and had almost no energy left to practice his stance and boxing.

What's going on?!

He glanced at the sky; it didn't seem like too much time had passed since he Meditative Concentration. Why was he feeling so exhausted?

Suddenly, Yu Tunzhou's gaze fell on his feet.

Within a radius of three zhang, not a single fallen leaf was visible; it was as if the courtyard had been swept clean.

Three zhang away, a circle was drawn with fallen leaves, as if there were an invisible field.

Yu Tunzhou was invigorated, recalling every detail of his boxing practice just now, and realized that his boxing skills had indeed greatly improved!

This is definitely not just a matter of "physical combat"!

Is this the wonder of Martial Fortune?

Yu Tunzhou carefully sensed his body. With just one gulp of Martial Fortune, his Inner Qi Seed had grown several times stronger, and his meridians and bones had been expanded and reinforced. He no longer had any worries about not being able to withstand the full operation of the [Spark Instruction].

Recalling the details of his boxing practice, he was surprised to find that he had unknowingly pushed the Refining the True Method to the thirty-sixth stage!

If I remember correctly, Old Xie once said that the highest record for the Qi Ingestion Realm was held by a person with an Innate Dao Body who had consumed many rare and precious medicines to barely reach the thirty-ninth stage.

Of course, those thirty-nine cycles were actually achieved by enduring the backlash of Blood Qi from those thirty-nine cycles.

His thirty-six transformations were achieved by utilizing his extraordinary wisdom to find a unique path and greatly reduce the degree of Blood Qi backlash.

Compared to the other two, he still has considerable room for improvement. Although precious medicines are rare, Luofu has its own Martial Fortune, and he may well reach the forty-ninth stage of Refining the True in the Qi Ingestion Realm in the future.

Just one Martial Fortune had brought about such a tremendous breakthrough, which greatly pleased Yu Tunzhou and also made him very hungry. He patted his belly and headed towards his residence.

After a long and winding journey, Yu Tunzhou returned to the mountainside, only to find Dingguang still standing outside, which puzzled him.

Dingguang not eaten yet?

As soon as he stepped forward, Dingguang's eyes lit up, and he jogged over:

"Senior brother, senior brother, Master says he wants to see you. There are also other guests today."

"A guest?" Yu Tunzhou remembered, "The one you mentioned who came to the temple to beg for alms?"

Dingguang proudly declared, "Master said it was a stinking beggar; he's inside receiving him."

stinking beggar...

The Yu Tunzhou, speechless.

Inside the temple.

One beggar traveled all the way from the Northern Dark Continent to Luofu Grotto-Heaven.

Lu Huaiqing looked at the Buddha statue behind the old monk and laughed first, "Master Xuanku, do things made of clay and wood deserve to be called gods and Buddhas?"

The old monk in the temple got up, turned around and wiped the Buddha statue until a dazzling golden light flowed through the room.

The old monk turned around and solemnly corrected him:

"True gold, Buddha doesn't save those without affinity."