Chapter 184: Lin Xuan practices the Shadow-stealing Divine Art, and the battle for the strongest disciple of Abbot Sanzang [Subscribe]

Abbot Sanzang spoke in a heavy tone.

There is a lot of self-blame in his words.

Hearing this, Lin Xuan felt that the fault was not on Abbot Sanzang, so he advised:
"Master, you taught Shao Tan the Shadow-Snatching Skill with good intentions. It was because he had evil intentions and was bewitched that he used this skill to harm others."

Tang Xiaolong, Chen Xiaohu, and Hua Xiaolan also expressed their positions:

"Brother, you are right. The monks in the temple also have martial arts skills, but we have never seen them go up the mountain to become bandits, burning, killing, and looting."

"It's just that Shao Tanxin is too mean!"

"Master, there's no need to feel sorry for people like this."

"..."

The disciples' words comforted Abbot Sanzang:

"That's true, but the disaster has already happened. I must go down the mountain and clean up the mess."

He stood up and tried to walk out of the temple.

Seeing this situation, Tang Xiaolong thought for a moment and suggested:
"There's no need for Master to show up. The four of us can handle Shao Tan!"

"No need."

"Shao Tan's cultivation base has probably already reached the Spirit Refining Realm, and he has mastered the Shadow-Snatching Divine Art. You are no match for him, so you'd better not get involved."

Abbot Sanzang shook his head and refused.

After saying this, he turned around and disappeared, completely leaving the Dharma Academy.

Looking at his master's departing back, Lin Xuan seemed to be thinking about something.

In the original plot, Shao Tan's shadow-stealing skill is indeed powerful, but it is still inferior to Abbot Sanzang.

But Shao Tan is a shady person, and it wouldn't be surprising if he hits someone unconsciously.

He remembered that in the end, Abbot Sanzang was indeed tricked by Shao Tan. His shadow was taken away and he fell into a state of suspended death, with his body hanging in the air and his face as pale as earth.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan couldn't help but ask Gong Jin:
"Uncle Master, will it be dangerous for Master to go down the mountain alone?"

With a calm expression, he said:

"It shouldn't be the case. No matter how powerful that traitor is, he has only achieved minor success in refining his spirit. Junior Brother Sanzang has already achieved major success. Moreover, practicing the Shadow-Snatching Divine Art focuses on the power of the spirit and soul. Your master has been meditating and worshipping Buddha for many years. His spirit is pure and his spirit is strong. He is the best in the realm of refining spirits."

As he spoke, he glanced at Tang Xiaolong and the other two and waved his hand:
"Okay, you don't have to stand here, go back."

Tang Xiaolong, Chen Xiaohu and Hua Xiaolan looked at each other, sighed slightly, and left the Dharma Academy.

To be honest, everyone really wants to meet the so-called "senior brother" Shao Tan.

Seeing Lin Xuan standing there, indifferent, Gong Jin was a little confused:

"Lin Xuan, why don't you leave?"

Lin Xuanchao smiled respectfully and harmlessly:

"Uncle Master, I also want to practice the Shadow-stealing Divine Art."

When Gong Jin said that the most important thing in practicing this skill is the power of the soul, he became interested.

You know, in the entire Shaolin, he has the most powerful spiritual power right now.

Moreover, with the soul-controlling technique passed down by Bodhisattva Puji Guangwei, practicing the shadow-stealing technique will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort.

Gong Jin saw through Lin Xuan's thoughts at a glance and smiled helplessly:
"You kid..."

"It's good to have many skills, so please teach me, uncle."

Lin Xuan said with a shameless face.

"It's not that my uncle doesn't want to teach me, it's that I don't know how to do it." Gong Jin said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

It turns out that this kid thinks I am stingy and is unwilling to teach him.

"Master, you don't know how to do it?"

Lin Xuan frowned, a little surprised.

He and his master are both disciples of Abbot Tianlong.

Could it be that this magical skill of snatching shadows can only be learned by the heir of the Shaolin abbot?
Gong Jin didn't know what Lin Xuan was thinking, so he explained:

"This skill should be taught by Zen Master Jueyuan to Junior Brother Sanzang. If you want to learn it, go to the Incarnation Kiln to find Zen Master Jueyuan."

"Disciple understands."

Lin Xuan suddenly realized.

From this point of view, Master Jueyuan is indeed an "old antique" of Shaolin.

……

Incarnation Kiln.

Lin Xuan came here again after many days. Looking at the jars and pots displayed in the kiln, he showed respect on his face and said loudly:

"Shaolin disciple Lin Xuan wants to see Zen Master Jueyuan!"

"What do you want from me?"

A wisp of faint blue soul energy emerged from an gray altar and transformed into the appearance of an old monk.

"To be honest with Master Jueyuan, I want to practice the Shadow-stealing Skill."

There was no need for Lin Xuan to hide anything in front of Zen Master Jueyuan.

"Shadow-stealing magic?"

"How do you know this strange technique?"

Zen Master Jueyuan's tone became solemn.

The Shadow-Snatching Skill was something he had learned by chance from a high-ranking monk when he was traveling around the world.

After practicing this magical skill, Zen Master Jueyuan discovered that this skill had very strict requirements on the strength of the practitioner's soul.

Therefore, when imparting his skills to others, Zen Master Jueyuan would definitely consider it over and over again.

Zen Master Jueyuan will teach it only after he is sure that the power of a person's soul is suitable for practicing this skill.

For so many years.

Those who know this skill can be counted on one hand.

It was only after Abbot Tianlong determined that Sanzang would be the next abbot of Shaolin that he taught Sanzang this magical skill after examining his spiritual power and finding that it met the requirements.

A little.

Abbot Sanzang is right.

At that time, Shao Tan was very intelligent, and Abbot Sanzang wanted to teach him this skill, so he asked Zen Master Jueyuan for permission.

It is understandable that Lin Xuan wants to practice this magical skill.

But what surprised Zen Master Jueyuan was that wasn’t it Abbot Sanzang who came here to ask him for a request?

Why did Lin Xuan come here by himself?

……

I heard the hidden meaning in Zen Master Jueyuan's words.

Lin Xuan told him about the Shao Tan incident briefly and to the point.

Upon learning that this traitor was doing evil in Jiangling Prefecture, Zen Master Jueyuan said indignantly:

"Sanzang should have killed this traitor with one blow!"

Lin Xuan added:

"Master has already gone down the mountain, but I always feel that Shao Tan is treacherous and difficult to deal with, so I shamelessly came here to practice this Shadow-Snatching Divine Skill."

"Has the traitor's cultivation reached the Spirit Refining Realm?"

Zen Master Jueyuan's tone became serious, with a hint of surprise in it.

But before Lin Xuan could answer, he muttered to himself:
"Although this traitor has a bad character, his qualifications are beyond reproach."

"He is now about 27 or 28 years old. Even if there is no guidance from an expert, he should be able to reach this level by exploring on his own."

Putting aside his thoughts, Zen Master Jueyuan looked at Lin Xuan and said slowly:

"Lin Xuan, come closer and I will teach you the method of running this skill."

"I will teach you how to perform the Shadow Seizing Skill. This skill has three levels: the first is Shadow Escape, the second is Shadow Displacement, and the third is Shadow Seizing."

"For those with stronger spiritual power, it would take half a year to practice this skill just to escape from the shadow. Now your spiritual power is even higher than Sanzang. You can probably reach the first level after practicing for a few days."

"Yes, Zen Master Jueyuan."

Lin Xuan nodded in response, then went to Zen Master Jueyuan, held his breath and listened attentively to the teachings of the Shaolin ancestor.

……

After about an incense stick of time, the old voice of Zen Master Jueyuan sounded:
"Alright, I have passed on my secret method to you. Now I will demonstrate this skill to you. You better watch carefully."

Hearing this, Lin Xuan was delighted.

If Zen Master Jueyuan didn't give him practice, it would take him at least half a month to get the hang of it quickly, from the initial level to the level of perfection.

But now, relying on the effects of the Cauldron of Fortune in retaining images, speeding up communication and flowing, he only needs to practice for one day!
It sounds a bit exaggerated, but Lin Xuan’s current qualifications and spiritual power are there.

After speaking to Lin Xuan, Zen Master Jueyuan's dark blue soul body trembled violently.

He circulated his mental skills and exerted his telekinesis. Soon, an illusory afterimage fell off his body and turned into a ball of ink that flowed onto the ground.

"Shadow removal?"

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan's eyes fixed.

The Cauldron of Creation in his mind glowed brightly and divine mist flowed, quickly capturing the scene.

The ink-like afterimage flowed on the ground for a few breaths, then expanded and took on a human shape in an instant.

Soon, the afterimage of the human figure appeared in the incarnation kiln, flying over the eaves and walls, coming and going without a trace, and the speed was so fast that people only felt like a breeze blowing by.

In Lin Xuan's opinion, ordinary naked eyes could not capture this fast-moving afterimage at all.

Occasionally, when it is still, it is like mountain mist caressing the clouds, and when it moves, it is like a waterfall!

Just as I was staring into the distance.

Lin Xuan's heart suddenly palpitated, it was his soul giving him a warning.

At a certain moment, Lin Xuan felt his entire mind being pulled, as if there was an infinite suction force pulling his soul madly.

He glanced sideways and saw that his shadow on the ground was being beaten by the afterimage!

Bang!
Suddenly, Lin Xuan's thought moved, and the vast and condensed power of his soul swept out, causing the incarnation kiln to be instantly covered in dust.

at the same time.

The afterimage also shook.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a wave and retreated.

"It's been a while since we last met. Lin Xuan, your spiritual power has increased a bit. It seems that you have been practicing diligently during this period..."

After finishing the practice, Zen Master Jueyuan praised Lin Xuan.

For a strong man like Lin Xuan who has stepped half a step into the realm of spirit refining, every improvement in the power of his soul requires hard work.

Therefore, in the view of Zen Master Jueyuan, Lin Xuan’s obvious progress must be due to his practice day and night without slacking off.

In fact, he had no idea that Lin Xuan was carrying a treasure and had a secret method specifically for cultivating the power of his soul.

Zen Master Jueyuan spoke from the bottom of his heart, and Lin Xuan felt a little embarrassed.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and humbly say:

"Zen Master Jueyuan is overpraising you."

Zen Master Jueyuan did not chat with Lin Xuan. He had just used up a lot of his soul power by performing the Shadow-Snatching Skill.

"Alright, I'll pass on this Shadow-stealing Skill to you. When you go back, practice it well."

"Even if Sanzang fails, he won't die for a while."

“When a person’s shadow is lost, it doesn’t matter if he finds it within seven days.”

Lin Xuan put his hands together and bowed to Zen Master Jueyuan, saying:

"Don't worry, Master Jueyuan, I will practice well after I return."

……

After leaving the Incarnation Kiln, Lin Xuan did not return to the Dharma Courtyard.

Instead, he arrived at the Bodhi Temple.

courtyard.

Elder Longchuan held a sword in each hand, his face stained with sweat. He came to the water tank and just scooped up a bucket of water when he saw a handsome young man with a clean temperament walking towards him.

There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, and he asked:

"Lin Xuan, how come you have time to come to this Bodhi Temple?"

Among the four disciples of Abbot Sanzang, Tang Xiaolong comes to Bodhi Temple the most.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly and explained his purpose:
"I came to the elder's place to choose a quiet room and practice in seclusion."

Elder Longchuan smiled heartily:
"I can't say anything else about Bodhi Temple, but there are many quiet rooms. You can just pick any one."

At present, Lin Xuan’s strength is still above that of Abbot Sanzang, so Elder Longchuan is extremely polite to him.

He even asked him if he was interested in two-handed swordsmanship.

In his opinion, Lin Xuan has such an incredible talent for martial arts. If he learns his two-handed swordsmanship, wouldn't he be able to become a great swordsman!
It’s a pity that Lin Xuan was not very interested in the two-handed swordsmanship that Elder Longchuan talked about.

He wanted to master the Shadow-Snatching Skill as soon as possible so that he could help his master.

……

In a secluded secret room, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on a cushion, his mind slightly depressed. In his mind, he recalled the practice method that Zen Master Jueyuan had just taught him.

After a while, he figured out how to knock on the door.

Start trying to practice.

After a cup of tea, he completed his first practice.

The second time ran even faster, in less than thirty breaths!
The third time only takes ten breaths!
As he practiced faster and faster, Lin Xuan suddenly felt that his shadow was a little thin.

at the same time.

An indescribable sense of detachment lingered in his heart, making him feel panic-stricken, as if he was throwing away something important.

At the critical moment, the soul-control technique taught by Bodhisattva Puji Guangwei started to operate automatically in his body, like a sharp sword, directly cutting off the negative emotions of uneasiness and fear in his heart!

Wow!
At the moment when these negative emotions were cut off, the shadow behind Lin Xuan suddenly shook, and then completely separated from him and turned into a pool of black ink.

Looking at the pool of black ink on the ground, Lin Xuan was still terrified and said:
"That was a close call. I didn't expect that the first step to escape the shadow would be such a test of my mind."

“If someone has a weak mind, even if he is taught the Shadow-Snatching Skill, he probably won’t dare to take this step!”

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan couldn't help but look at Shao Tan with a new respect.

He seems cunning and greedy for money and power, but his courage and intelligence are far above ordinary people!

If such a person takes the right path, he may be the next abbot of Shaolin.

However, he went astray.

One wrong step and one wrong step!
"I have to try a few more times to escape from the shadow. If I hadn't had that soul technique just now, I really wouldn't have been able to do it for a while!"

"It's better to practice in the cauldron. After all, one day in the outside world is five days in the cauldron!"

"I should be able to perfect this skill..."

It took Lin Xuan only half an hour from acquiring this magical skill of escaping shadows to completing the first step of practicing it.

If Zen Master Jueyuan knew that Lin Xuan could complete the first step in half an hour, he would definitely be stunned.

Because when Abbot Sanzang practiced this skill, it took him twenty-seven days to reach the first step of escaping the shadow!
Shao Tan, who is extremely talented, also took twenty-one days!
But Lin Xuan took half an hour. What does this mean?
……

……

When Lin Xuan was immersed in the practice of the Shadow-stealing Divine Art.

On the other hand, after coming down the mountain, Abbot Sanzang went to Cheng Liangshang’s home in Zhongmu County first and witnessed his "death" with his own eyes.

"Abbot Sanzang, can my master still come back to life?"

Mrs. Cheng, with a look of sorrow on her face, covered her face and asked Abbot Sanzang bitterly.

Abbot Sanzang told her:

"As long as his shadow can return within seven days, he can come back to life."

Mrs. Cheng wanted to cry but had no tears. She choked and said:
"But we have no idea where the master's shadow is."

The words fell.

A servant came hurriedly with a letter in his hand:

"Ma'am, someone just slipped a letter in from the door."

"letter?"

Mrs. Cheng was stunned for a moment, and took it after a moment's pause.

After opening it and taking a look at the contents, she almost fainted.

……

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