Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 629 13: Divine Power! Shakyamuni Tosses the Elephant

The old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, heading down to Yangzhou amidst the blossoms of March.

The lone sail disappears into the azure sky, only the Yangtze River flows to the horizon.

A ferry drifts downstream, with a handsome young man standing at the bow, beside him is a beautiful girl, exuding a subtle air of worldliness. After all, this is the treasured land of Jiangnan; if someone knowledgeable happens by, they might glimpse a hint of a Yangzhou skinny horse's background.

The beautiful girl resembles the personal maid of a wealthy young master, busy preparing fish soup, while nearby a meditating monk occasionally opens his eyes to glance at the boy's back.

This youth carries too much killing intent.

Previously, they passed through Jiangling and other places, where a group of bandits known as the Twelve Tigers of Jiangling dwelled. The young man climbed the mountain alone, challenged their bandit camp, and took all twelve bloody heads, exchanging them at the yamen for some reward money.

In recent days, the monk Bujie has also probed for some information and learned that when the dragon emerged, this young man was there and in one breath killed the Six Freaks of Jimo, cleaning up the green forests of Shandong as well.

Apart from his decisiveness in killing, in other areas, this youth is no different from ordinary people, even displaying the grace of a handsome young lord, carefree and roaming the world.

"As long as you don't provoke him actively, there's no issue."

"If anyone without sense provokes this calamity star, they should just prepare for their end."

The Twelve Tigers of Jiangling met their match in a god of pestilence.

The young man admired the scenery along both banks, and soon after the fish soup was ready. Zhi Nu brought a portion in a porcelain bowl, respectfully presenting it: "Young master, please enjoy."

The monk Bujie closed his eyes, ignoring them, focused on devouring a melon.

Though it's river fish, it's still delicious.

After the young man finished his meal, he sat cross-legged with the monk Bujie discussing the Vajra Dharma Gate. After some probing, they found out both were practicing the Shijia Zhixiang Skill. However, the monk Bujie trained in a composed and gradual manner, increasing strength and bones progressively.

The young man's practice of Shijia Zhixiang Skill, on the other hand, directly opened the meridians, stirred the blood and energy, forcing out human potential, then unleashed astonishing power with essence energy.

For someone lacking in essence energy, training like this might lead to the exhaustion of one's life.

"Benefactor, isn't your training method a reverse method?"

The monk Bujie seemed to realize something, frowning deeply: "Your Shijia Zhixiang Skill doesn't seem like the orthodox Buddhist approach."

"Where did you acquire it?"

Nowadays, martial arts manuals are in disarray. Some practice blindly, some modify without thought. As long as they don't become possessed, there's no issue. As they pass down, it becomes even more chaotic.

Even Ouyang Feng managed to train the Nine Yin Manual backwards; chaos in martial arts manuals is not uncommon. As long as it results in success, it works.

Practicing backwards isn't just messing around.

For instance, orthodox Dharma Gates require opening a specific meridian first, progressing step by step until success follows naturally. Reverse training involves either focusing on powerful meridians or directly going the opposite way, aiming for efficiency, taking an unconventional path.

The young man's rapid progress in Shijia Zhixiang Skill is due to his unconventional, almost extreme approach.

If it weren't for his excellent foundation and astonishing roots, he would have suffered severe damage long ago.

"I got it from a Demon Monk of the Western Regions," Duncan frowned.

The monk Bujie clapped his hands: "That explains it."

"Western Regions Buddhism often takes unconventional paths. In their hands, who knows how Shijia Zhixiang Skill was modified."

"How about this, I'll transcribe a copy of the orthodox method."

"Then you pass me the reverse method."

"How about it?"

The monk Bujie was also a bit envious; the reverse method is the reverse method, but it works. It's not inferior to the Dragon Elephant Skill; the young man is almost becoming a Heracles.

This is no longer just martial arts; the version of Shijia Zhixiang Skill he's cultivated is practically a Buddhist Divine Power.

He has mistaken the young man's innate divine power for Heraclean Divine Power.

Duncan pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

The monk Bujie immediately wrote down a copy of the orthodox method, while the young man handed the reverse Shijia Zhixiang Skill to him. Once compared, the issue became clear.

Lu Shanjun's version trained along extraordinary meridians, while the monk Bujie's version followed the Eight Extraordinary Vessels.

Immediately practicing according to the reverse method, the monk Bujie's blood and energy surged. Suddenly, his face turned pale; a sliver of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He had trained too hastily, assuming his Vajra Power allowed rapid progress; unexpectedly, his True Qi nearly became chaotic.

The young man practiced the traditional method; he found it easy. Once he came to his senses, even the mark of Shijia Zhixiang Skill had changed.

——"Shijia Zhixiang Skill (Golden): A Buddhist technique, divine power, completion of direct and reverse, unconventional path. Greatly enhances muscle strength and force. Once mastered, obtains the power of Shijia Zhixiang, subduing demons with Heraclean power."

This is certainly the case of great force achieving wonders.

After both exchanged and completed the Shijia Zhixiang Skill, it had become a first-class technique, though the monk Bujie's reverse practice nearly led him astray.

The youth could absorb killing intent directly; what of the minor matter of reverse meridian practice? The two were of entirely different levels.

"If he were to master the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing next."

"Even if Bodhidharma himself were alive, he wouldn't dare confront this person head-on."

The monk Bujie had a secret technique, the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing, even the version traced back to Bodhidharma; however, this technique couldn't be passed on, unless the other became a member of the Buddhist sect.

If the Patriarch Bodhidharma saw him, he would likely be delighted.

The young man paid no attention to the monk Bujie beside him; he picked up a pebble, skipped it across the river, and the stone shot out, disappearing from view. Beside him, Zhi Nu applauded in admiration, lifting the emotional value to its peak.