Chapter 251: Not Skilled in Magic Dao Cultivation Methods

As the monks were about to advance, Monk Mingxin quickly interjected, "Please wait, senior brothers! Let me be the one to vanquish this demon and kill this vile creature!"

Before the other monks could speak, Monk Mingxin had already rushed forward. He winked at Qin Mu and whispered, "When we spar, exchange a few more moves, and then you surrender. If you surrender, they won't be able to kill you. Also, don't use any demonic techniques, or they'll become enraged again."

"The young monk has a good heart, much better than old Monk Jingming," Qin Mu thought.

Qin Mu's eyes gleamed as he smiled, "Let's exchange a few pointers."

Monk Mingxin immediately attacked, starting with the Eight Forms of Thunder Sound. His movement, reminiscent of a solitary figure harnessing spring thunder by the East Sea, generated a thunderous roar, like a mighty river surging into the ocean with the sudden burst of spring thunder!

When this move was unleashed, it manifested the phenomena of divine abilities. Monk Mingxin's vital qi, both in front and behind him, transformed into a surging river. One could vaguely discern towering mountains, with the river flowing down from them, as if descending from the heavens to crash into the sea.

The Eight Forms of Thunder Sound, when performed to this extent, were almost indistinguishable from divine abilities. The Great Thunderclap Temple's Mahayana Sutra of Tathagata truly lived up to its formidable reputation!

Qin Mu also unleashed the Eight Forms of Thunder Sound, equally majestic with its imagery of towering mountains, mighty rivers, and oceanic spring thunder. With an earth-shattering bang, the muscles on both their bodies rippled, their sinews squirming like tiny dragons beneath their skin as they pushed their power to the extreme, drawing widespread cheers from the monks!

"Mingxin, kill this demon!"

A gaunt old monk shouted, "This demon dares to cultivate the techniques of our Great Thunderclap Temple! This is blasphemy against the Buddha! Kill him!"

Qin Mu's moves changed, transforming into a Thousand-Armed Buddha. Instantly, countless attacks erupted, his palms blurring as if he possessed a thousand arms. Each movement unleashed a burst of thunder, resembling a great Buddha wielding a thousand arms to vanquish demons. The sight caused all the monks to change color.

In terms of his comprehension of the Eight Forms of Thunder Sound alone, Qin Mu, the demon leader of the Heavenly Devil Cult, had completely mastered all its intricacies. Just with this one move, Thousand-Armed Buddha, Qin Mu's mastery already surpassed eighty to ninety percent of the monks in the temple!

The monks' shouts quieted down as they began to murmur to themselves, "It seems Mingxin's mastery of this move isn't as good as his. He probably can't win..."

Monk Mingxin also unleashed the Thousand-Armed Buddha. The moment they collided, he immediately knew his mastery was insufficient. He quickly shook his body, activating the Battle Victory Technique, and his physique rapidly expanded. Innumerable Buddhist scriptures appeared all around him, encircling his body like a massive bell, and a continuous ringing sound of bells resonated.

The two thousand-armed Buddhas collided, and in an instant, their respective strengths were evident. When Qin Mu's palm struck the massive bell formed by the Buddhist scriptures, Buddhist light immediately burst forth from the bell's surface, radiating in circles.

At this moment, Qin Mu hardly resembled a demon. He clearly appeared as an enlightened high monk, a young Buddha, surrounded by azure dragons, his demeanor solemn and majestic.

The next moment, Monk Mingxin saw Qin Mu's palm break through the massive bell. His palm transformed into a fist, and the fist imprint landed on his chest, startling him.

Qin Mu's punch precisely exploited the flaws in his Mahayana Sutra of Tathagata. The fist, acting as a seal, penetrated the opening and struck directly at his core, almost hitting his death point!

However, Qin Mu's punch had little power; he merely touched him lightly before withdrawing it.

The monks' hearts settled. "This demon's cultivation isn't high," they thought. "Only his moves are exquisite."

Monk Mingxin composed himself and quickly counterattacked. Qin Mu, however, moved like a roaming dragon, his thousand arms dancing. In an instant, the massive bell of Buddhist scriptures showed countless flaws. His vital points—such as his glabella, ears, eyes, back of heart, Qi Sea, and Jade Pillow—were all touched by Qin Mu's attacks. In the blink of an eye, he had received hundreds of supposedly fatal strikes!

These attacks consistently targeted the flaws in his Mahayana Sutra of Tathagata. Monk Mingxin was stunned, feeling like a leaky jar, riddled with fatal vulnerabilities everywhere. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

In recent years, to remove his flaws, he had taken it upon himself to modify the Mahayana Sutra of Tathagata. He had originally thought he had eliminated the flaw near his throat, but unexpectedly, one change affected the entire system, creating more and more vulnerabilities instead.

"This demon's cultivation is indeed not high!"

The monks relaxed. "He still can't break Mingxin's Golden Bell protective aura," they thought. "Even if his moves are exquisite, without powerful cultivation, they have no destructive power."

Qin Mu withdrew his hand, and Monk Mingxin came to his senses. He quickly bowed in thanks, saying, "Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance! Now I understand that the Mahayana Sutra of Tathagata cannot be easily altered."

Qin Mu shook his head. "It's not that it can't be changed," he said, "but rather that you lack an opponent who can push you to fully utilize your talents and potential. If there were someone of superior intellect and profound insight who could force you to constantly improve and eliminate flaws in your techniques, then you could achieve a state with no flaws."

Monk Mingxin quickly looked at him, but Qin Mu shook his head again. "I cannot," he said. "I don't have that ability. You should go to Tathagata and let him directly impart the Mahayana Sutra of Tathagata to you. My being your opponent would only provide limited improvement for you."

Monk Mingxin acknowledged this, saying, "Tathagata speaks of predestined connections, and I don't know if I have that connection... Oh no!"

His expression changed drastically, and he stamped his foot. "This is terrible!" he exclaimed. "If you had lost to me, they might have been too embarrassed to continue trying to kill you. But now that you've won against me, they'll still try to kill you! What are we going to do?"

"Mingxin, step back."

A middle-aged monk stepped forward, his expression slightly grim, and admonished, "Junior Brother Mingxin, you are far too compassionate! This is about vanquishing demons. You held back and didn't use your full cultivation. Are you going to let this demon live to harm humanity? This is a great sin!"

Monk Mingxin opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but the monk waved his sleeve and said, "Why don't you retreat and reflect on yourself?"

Monk Mingxin had no choice but to withdraw, feeling extremely wronged. "Where did I hold back?" he thought. "I clearly used all my strength!"

The middle-aged monk looked at Qin Mu and said, "Cult Master Qin, you are the leader of the Heavenly Devil Cult, while I am merely an unnamed monk from the Heavenly Dragon Court of the Great Thunderclap Temple. This isn't considered bullying the weak, is it?"

Qin Mu smiled faintly. "No, it's not," he replied. "It's me bullying the weak."

The middle-aged monk chanted a Buddhist name and said, "Cult Master Qin, I shall let you know the vastness of Buddhist Dharma. Look at the dragon pillar beside you; the dragon image on it is one of the Hundred Dragon Illustrations of our Great Thunderclap Temple. This humble monk shall use this very dragon image to send Cult Master to the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

Qin Mu examined the dragon pillar beside him. The dragon image on it was a celestial dragon, fierce and menacing, with sharp claws gripping downwards in a posture of vanquishing demons.

The middle-aged monk suddenly moved, his heavy footsteps rapidly approaching, and shouted, "May Cult Master be born into a good family in the next life, and no longer be a demon!"

*Boom!*

He unleashed a palm strike, and thunder roared. What he unleashed was the Nine Dragons Harnessing Wind and Thunder, one of the Eight Forms of Thunder Sound. His vital qi transformed into an azure dragon, its form precisely matching the celestial dragon image on the pillar beside Qin Mu!

The azure dragon surged forward, thunder rumbling continuously, as if a Dragon King had descended!

Qin Mu withdrew his gaze from the dragon pillar. Suddenly, his vital qi erupted, also unleashing the Nine Dragons Harnessing Wind and Thunder. The two dragon forms collided, and immediately, incessant dragon roars and cries resounded. Ninety azure dragons appeared around the two of them—forty-five from each, formed by their fist techniques' dragon-strength energies.

"Brother Tanxin's cultivation is excellent!" the monks cheered in unison.

No sooner had they spoken than the middle-aged monk let out a muffled groan. He felt Qin Mu's magical power crushing down like a tempest. The dragon-strength energies in Qin Mu's fist changed unpredictably. Though Qin Mu used the same dragon image from the pillar, his single dragon form displayed countless variations, overwhelming the monk and making it impossible for him to defend against them.

"He has obtained the true inheritance of my Heavenly Dragon Court..."

Despair appeared in the middle-aged monk's eyes. The forty-five dragon-strength energies formed by his vital qi immediately collapsed and disintegrated, while Qin Mu's forty-five dragon-strength energies merged into one and surged into his chest!

Qin Mu had only just arrived at the Heavenly Dragon Court and merely glanced at the Hundred Dragon Illustrations, yet he had already obtained the true inheritance of the Heavenly Dragon Court's Hundred Dragon Illustrations. This was almost an impossible feat!

The middle-aged monk immediately knew something was wrong and quickly unleashed other dragon forms from the Hundred Dragon Illustrations, attempting to counter the changing dragon-strength energies of Qin Mu's punch.

His cultivation was higher than Monk Mingxin's; he had opened the Six Harmonies Divine Treasure, possessed extraordinary abilities, and could transform his vital qi into divine abilities.

The Heavenly Dragon Court was one of the many courts in the Great Thunderclap Temple. Most monks cultivating there were at the Five Luminaries and Six Harmonies realms, though there were also powerful cultivators at the Seven Stars realm, such as Monk Xinkong, who had just self-immolated.

Of course, the Head Monk of the Heavenly Dragon Court was very powerful, but at this moment, old Monk Jingming and several other elder monks were accompanying Grandpa Ma and the blind man, unable to disengage.

This middle-aged monk was already considered a relatively outstanding master in the Heavenly Dragon Court, but his vital qi cultivation was not superior to Qin Mu's, and when it came to clashing with dragon-strength energy variations, he was greatly outmatched.

"Oh no, I can't break it..."

Monk Tanxin's expression changed drastically. His chest exploded with a *bang*, and the forty-five dragon-strength energies burst out of his body. Forty-nine ferocious dragon heads opened their mouths and roared in all directions, utterly savage.

Blood splattered, flying in all directions and landing on the faces and robes of the monks.

Qin Mu shook his head. "If you had no intent to kill," he said, "I could have held back and spared your life. But you insisted on trying to kill me, so I couldn't hold back."

The monks stood dumbfounded.

Suddenly, a monk pointed at him and furiously declared, "He used demonic techniques to kill Brother Tanxin! He used demonic techniques!"

Qin Mu's gaze fell on him. He slowly said, "Are the Eight Forms of Thunder Sound demonic techniques? I am at the Five Luminaries realm, and he was at the Six Harmonies realm. I killed him using the same move. You refuse to admit that you are inferior in skill, so you call it demonic arts? Tathagata, your disciples bring shame upon you."

"Demonic words to mislead the masses! I'll kill you!"

A furious roar came as a monk in yellow robes rushed forward with a whoosh. His vital qi surged mightily; he was clearly at the peak of the Six Harmonies realm. His techniques were incredibly domineering, with the momentum of rushing thunder.

Qin Mu didn't even look. He raised his hand, and the Young Protector Sword flew out. Sword light erupted with the force of "River Surge, Setting Sun," instantly riddling the yellow-robed monk with holes. As his corpse fell, Qin Mu said with a cold expression, "This is the Sunset Sword Art from Yu Yuan Country."

A monk lunged behind Qin Mu, just as he was about to deliver a fatal blow. Suddenly, a gateway opened behind Qin Mu; it was precisely the Gate of Heaven's Mandate.

The monk unluckily rushed into the gateway. A beam of light shone, and the monk's soul was immediately sucked into Youdu, carried away with a boat.

The Gate of Heaven's Mandate behind Qin Mu closed. He said coldly, "This is not a demonic technique either, but Youdu's Gate of Heaven's Mandate."

"Kill this demon!"

Another monk attacked. Qin Mu unleashed a punch, shouting, "Mayasattva!"

The monk's soul was blasted out of his body and shattered in mid-air. Qin Mu angrily declared, "This is a demonic technique! Do you understand now? I'm not even skilled in demonic techniques!"