Novice monks are what the Shaolin temple call young monks below twenty years old. Shouldn't the Tantra Sect call them little lamas? "
Cheng Dongfeng turned toward Jiang He, but quickly corrected himself when he saw the unfriendly look on Jiang He's face. "Of course. I've always believed that both the Shaolin temple and the Tantra Sect are Buddhist legacies, and novice monks and lamas are the same. Why make such a clear distinction?"
Lowering his voice, he said, "Jiang He, the Tantra Sect is one of the five Holy Grounds. They have deep roots and many elites, so let's keep a low profile."
"That's right."
Afraid that Jiang He would cause trouble, Chen Jingzhou quickly said, "How precious are the slots to the Secret Realm? It's said that the requirements are very strict even for the average Tantra Sect disciple to enter. Now that Minister Wang has insisted on six slots, the entire Tantra Sect is displeased, and it's understandable that they would slight us a little. "
Jiang He ignored both Cheng Dongfeng and Chen Jingzhou's words, and took a step forward, looking up silently at the clouds above.
His mental strength had already reached the "Divine Power Realm" two days ago, and in the past two days … he had eaten at least a few kilograms of treasures like the purple gold sunflower seeds that could increase mental strength …
He had also drunk up to five bottles of rank-nine Origin Fluid.
One could say that Jiang He's spirit was slowly growing with every passing second.
While the others could not see through the shroud, Jiang He could vaguely see through it to the many majestic buildings atop the mountain, and slowly released his spirit …
…
At the same time.
Atop the mountain peak.
Inside a majestic temple.
In the instant that Jiang He's spirit extended, the withered lama who had been sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes. His turbid eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and even though there were many obstructions between them, he still glanced at Jiang He's direction from the distance.
The old lama smiled and said, "Corban, Minister Wang's men are here. Go down the mountain and bring them up."
A tall lama with an iron staff in his hand bowed respectfully towards the main hall before turning around and walking down the mountain.
At the gates of the Tantra Sect's Diamond Realm, a monk stopped him, saying, "The Elder Sangha has decreed that no disciple is allowed to leave the mountain."
Corban replied calmly, "I'm the Iron Staff Lama of the Tantra Sect. Even the Elder Monks can't control me, not to mention that I'm descending the mountain under the Living Buddha's orders. Make way!"
The Record of Monks was actually a title and a degree in Tantric Buddhism. Usually, it was responsible for teaching Tantric Buddhism disciples chanting sutras and practicing martial arts … Of course, the Lama of the Record of Monks had a very high status. Under normal circumstances, the hard work of teaching disciples chanting sutras and practicing martial arts was carried out by the Weng Zeng monks in the temple.
Corban, on the other hand, was the 'Iron Staff Lama', a position no weaker than the 'Monk Record Lama'. He was in charge of the monastery's discipline, and was also known as the Sentinel Monk or the Hall Master. Since he always carried the 'Iron Staff of Discipline' with him, he was known as the 'Iron Staff Lama'.
Tantric Buddhism was different from Xiaolin Temple. The Dharma name of Tantric Buddhism's disciples was not fixed. It would often change with the advancement of knowledge and martial arts. Moreover, the seniority of Tantric Buddhism's monks was also divided according to the "monk officer" system of the old era.
For example, the suzerain of the Tantric Sect was called the Head Monk.
The Record of Monks below the Head Monk was also called the Record of Monks.
The Iron Staff Lama was a monk.
"Living Buddha!"
The monk's expression twitched, and he hurriedly made way.
Watching Corban leave the mountain, the monk promptly reported the matter of the 'Living Buddha' ordering Corban to leave the mountain. Soon, many of the Tantric Buddhism's higher-ups were shocked.
Some looked towards the great hall whose doors were sealed, puzzled.
"Of the six who came from the foot of the mountain, the strongest is merely rank-nine pinnacle advanced. Corban is our temple's monk, a divine-tempest elite. Is there a need for him to greet them personally?"
Some monks sought out the Tantric Buddhism's Head Monk.
The Tantric Buddhism's Head Monk was equivalent to Xiaolin Temple's abbot, and held the highest position apart from the Living Buddha. The Tantric Buddhism's Head Monk was an elderly man with white beard and eyebrows. He wore monk's robes, red lama robes, and a cockscomb hat. He smiled. "The Living Buddha has his own reasons for speaking. Now that a new era has begun and a great age is upon us, those chosen by the King and Marquis must be extraordinary."
The Head Monk strode out of the great hall and looked into the distance, smiling. "Ancient martial arts have long since fallen, and the new martial arts are the future. After the Five Great Holy Grounds have accomplished our mission, we must integrate into the new martial arts as well."
"Let's go!"
"Come with me to greet the new martial artists."
The many monks' faces twitched at that.
How grand was it for the Head Monk to personally greet them?
After all, the Head Monk did not greet Wang Hou when he ascended the mountain, and that had to do with Wang Hou attacking even before he ascended the mountain, before heading straight to the Living Buddha's seclusion hall.
…
At the foot of the mountain.
Chen Jingzhou, Cheng Dongfeng, and the others spoke up again, urging Jiang He to ascend the mountain.
That was when Jiang He's gaze twitched and he smiled. "Someone's coming."
Just as he spoke, the mists halfway up the mountain parted abruptly, and Corban, iron staff in hand, dressed in monk's robes and red lama robes, descended the mountain.
Arriving before Jiang He and the others, he smiled. "I'm Corban, the Iron Staff Lama of the Tantric Buddhism Sect. By the Living Buddha's orders, I've come to greet you, young benefactors."
Chen Jingzhou, Cheng Dongfeng, and the others' faces twitched, and they promptly offered a fist-palm salute.
They had done their homework before coming, and were aware of who the Iron Staff Lama of the Tantric Buddhism Sect was. Moreover, Corban's aura was so powerful that he was not much weaker than Three Blades Lin.
Even as they saluted, they were feeling doubtful inwardly …
Were their group of people really that cool?
Even the Living Buddha of the Tantric Buddhism Sect had personally sent an Iron Staff Lama with great authority and power to greet them …
"Corban?"
As for Jiang He …
He was completely clueless about the Iron Staff or the Silver Staff. Lingzhou City had many Tibetans and few Hans, and there were not many temples either. How could Jiang He learn about such things?
All he knew was that the monks of the Shaolin Temple were called monks, while the monks of the Tantric Buddhism Sect were called lamas.
On the other hand, the name 'Corban' triggered some memories in Jiang He. Studying Corban from head to toe, he could not help asking, "Master Corban, do you know a martial artist named Cordo?"
Corban smiled and shook his head.
Beside him, Cheng Dongfeng's face promptly turned green, and he quickly communicated with Secret Acoustics, "Mister Jiang He, I'm begging you, please stop … Cordo is a Sky Demon Cultist, while Master Corban is the Iron Staff Lama of the Tantric Buddhism Sect, a monk of the Tantric Buddhism Sect. How could they be mentioned in the same breath?"
"What does the Iron Staff Lama mean?"
Jiang He asked through acoustics as well, and Cheng Dongfeng briefly explained to Jiang He.
Then, with Corban leading the way, the six of them followed him up the mountain archway of the Tantric Buddhism Sect.
On the way, Jiang He could not help asking, "Master Corban, why is the mountain archway of your sect called the Diamond realm?"
"The Diamond realm is also known as the Black Sun Rakshasa, as opposed to the Womb Realm. Both are the foundation of our Tantric Buddhism Sect, which believes that everything in the universe is a manifestation of Maha-Vairocana. The aspect of wisdom is called the Diamond realm, while the aspect of reason is called the Womb Realm."
Corban smiled. "Of course, those are just classic doctrines used to educate the future generations. The sun, moon, and stars in the universe are all evolved by the world, and we Tantric disciples are not ignorant — most of us believe in science."
They had already arrived at the clouds halfway up the mountain.
Corban extended his hand and pushed, his muscles flexing as a dragon's roar and an elephant's trumpeting echoed. A thick stream of True Qi shot out from his palm, blasting into the clouds as he cried, "Open!"
Kaboom!
The clouds parted once more, and a path of clouds appeared beneath their feet.
"Everyone, this way!"
Corban stepped on the cloudy stairs and ascended the mountain.
Chen Jingzhou and the others were stepping on the clouds as well, with Jiang He following at the rear. A certain Daoist was telling people to believe in science, before turning and leaping off the mountain peak and flying away.
"Believe in science … like hell I'll believe you!"
Jiang He complained inwardly, but a thought occurred to him.
When Corban exerted his strength just now, a dragon's roar and an elephant's trumpeting echoed from his body, and it was clear that he was using Dragon-Elephant Prajna …
"Dragon-Elephant Prajna … but why is Corban's technique different from mine?" Jiang He was rather puzzled. When Corban charged Dragon-Elephant Prajna, the dragon's roar and elephant's trumpeting were clearly much weaker and almost inaudible from a distance.
Moreover, there were no 'anomalies' when Corban used it.
"Could it be that his cultivation is not up to par?"
"No, that can't be. Corban's cultivation would not lose out to Three Blades Lin, and there's no telling how many years an elite like him would have cultivated. Even a martial arts newbie like me could cultivate up to the fifth tier of Dragon-Elephant Prajna, so how could he be less accomplished in it?"
"Therefore, my revamped Dragon-Elephant Prajna must be stronger, which is why there's such an effect."
Jiang He appeared thoughtful.
As for the phenomenon …
It was normal that there were no dragon or divine elephant silhouettes leaping into the air when Corban charged Dragon-Elephant Prajna. After all, the phenomenon was a special effect that Jiang He added after revamping Dragon-Elephant Prajna.
Climbing up the mountain, the head monk of the Tantra Sect was already waiting outside the mountain gates with a group of monks.
Chen Jingzhou, Cheng Dongfeng, and the others were left in shock, feeling as if they were walking on clouds. Before they came, their superiors had repeatedly instructed them to keep a low profile after coming to the Tantra Sect, claiming that disciples of the five Holy Grounds were born with a sense of superiority and might look down on martial artists of new geniuses.
But now …
The Tantra Sect's head monk was personally descending the mountain to receive him, while the head monk and other elites were waiting outside the mountain gates to receive him. What kind of treatment was that?
After a round of introductions and getting to know each other, the head monk suddenly turned toward Jiang He and frowned. "Young mister, your cultivation is profound, and your qi is pure … Did you cultivate the Dragon-Elephant Prajna, a secret technique of our sect?"
At those words, every monk around them promptly turned toward Jiang He.
Jiang He's heart skipped a beat!
That monk had such sharp eyes.
However, his expression did not change at all. He smiled and said, "I have indeed cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. However, it is not the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art of your Tantric Buddhism Sect. It is the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art that I created.
His answer made the atmosphere at the scene quiet down in an instant.
One of the head lamas exclaimed angrily, "What a load of nonsense! You created yourself? The Dragon-Elephant Prajna is a secret technique of our Tantra Sect, and not even average disciples have the right to cultivate it. Tell me, where did you steal our secret technique? "
Jiang He lifted a brow at the monk who spoke.
The head monk was wearing monk robes and red lama robes, though he was not wearing a cockscomb hat.
His one arm was tanned from the sun, and his muscles were as firm as steel. His aura was robust, and Jiang He felt that he was much stronger than the Black King Drake, although he was still lacking compared to Feral Kings like the Red Toad King and the Golden-Crowned Black Eagle.
"Head Lama, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I, Jiang He, may be a martial arts newbie and have not been exposed to martial arts for long, but I am quite talented in creating cultivation manuals. Why can't I create a Dragon-Elephant Prajna?"
Jiang He sneered, his gaze sweeping past the many infuriated lamas.
What would a bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well know?
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