I Can Replicate Martial Arts

"That was the Kongtong Sect that just went by. They are a venerable Martial Arts Sect with a long history and deep roots. The sect is filled with masters, and they’re especially known for forging various Divine Weapons..."

A martial arts streamer, phone in hand, had started a livestream.

Master Changkong’s hearing was exceptionally sharp. His already awkward expression darkened when he heard the commentary.

’Damn it, are they treating us like athletes in a competition?’

His pace quickened.

"The Kongtong Sect is truly a venerable sect! Their Sect Leader, Master Changkong, has a vigorous stride and is as agile as a swallow. His Power is immeasurably deep, and he’s preserved his youth so well. A master of his caliber looks to be only in his sixties..."

The streamers lavished him with praise.

’You’re the one who’s preserved their youth! You’re the one who’s in their sixties!’

Master Changkong wanted to strangle the streamer. He was Lin Han’s senior brother; how big could their age difference be?

He just had more wrinkles, which made him look older, that’s all.

The unremarkable streamer had no idea that he had now caught the eye of the Kongtong Sect’s Sect Leader.

What the future held for him would depend on the success of his livestream.

On the mountain path that soared into the clouds, the Kongtong Sect had to endure the constant commentary and discussion of the surrounding Martial Artist onlookers with every step.

Besides the informational streamers, there were others livestreaming pranks, making goofy faces, hawking merchandise, and even performing seductive dances...

The sight completely stunned the members of the other Martial Arts Sects who were arriving.

This was nothing like the Gui Xu Song Realm!

Back in the day, when they held Martial Arts tournaments, the spectators only dared to whisper among themselves. Who would have dared to spout such nonsense?

People looked at them with nothing but awe and reverence.

It was nothing like this current chaotic mess, with all these freaks and weirdos running rampant.

Damn!

’If it weren’t for the Patrols on duty and the protection of the law, not a single one of these people would leave Shaoshi Mountain alive.’

’It’s utter chaos! The world’s been turned upside down!’

"Shaolin, what is the meaning of this? Are you trying to humiliate us?"

The Tang Sect, Luojia Manor, and other sects couldn’t help but grow furious seeing Kongtong endure such an ordeal.

"Please, everyone, calm yourselves. This is not Shaolin’s doing. There are simply too many people, and with the Court’s laws in place, we are powerless to drive them away..."

"Hmph. I refuse to believe that the great and mighty Shaolin can’t resolve a trivial matter like this."

"Please wait a moment, everyone. I will go and request instructions from the Head Elder."

The Guest Monk’s forehead beaded with cold sweat as he hurriedly pulled out his phone and called the Elder.

The Head of the Arhat Hall, up on the mountain, was stunned when he heard the report from the Guest Monk. After all, they, the Gui Xu people, had never encountered anything like this.

Fortunately, a young monk beside him spoke up, saying, "Matters concerning the public should naturally be handled by the authorities. If we of Shaolin were to drive them away by force, we would surely be seen as tyrannical and discourteous...

It would be better to let the officials handle it first. If the situation becomes chaotic, an Elder can then use their great Divine Techniques to display the True Words Divine Technique and awe these ignorant people."

"An excellent point..."

"The Sect Leaders and Elders of the various sects are all transcendent masters, accustomed to moving above the fray. They naturally have no desire to be treated like clowns, subject to public commentary..."

"So why not have them fly here directly? We at Shaolin can fly up to receive them. This way, we not only prevent the common Martial Artists below from gawking and pointing, but we also get to display the transcendent power of the Central Plains sects..."

"An excellent idea!"

The Arhat Hall Elder couldn’t help but look at the young novice, smiling as he said, "Zhen Ding, you have a profound aptitude for enlightenment. You must apply yourself to your studies. In the future, a great destiny surely awaits you."

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder. This disciple will take it to heart."

The monk Zhen Ding hurriedly bowed with his palms pressed together, saluting the Elder.

"Go now. Make the arrangements. Don’t let the other sects laugh at us."

"Yes!"

Having received the order, the monk Zhen Ding turned and left the meditation room to coordinate with the relevant government officials.

"How come only the Kongtong Sect is here? Are the other sects disrespecting Shaolin?"

"Fam, in the chat! Let’s see those little stars! Get those fingers moving! The more you tap, the more motivated I’ll be to get up close and personal with these Martial Dao masters..."

"Hey fans, I’m broadcasting live from the plaza in front of the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song! The place is a total sea of people, all here to spectate the Martial Arts tournament..."

"Hey! Hey! I’m trying to run a stall here! Why are you chasing people off? What business is it of you Patrols?"

"This is Shaolin Temple’s territory! Aren’t you Patrols overstepping your authority?"

"Even Shaolin hasn’t said a word!"

Just as the crowd was in the full swing of livestreaming, a group of Patrols rushed forward and began dispersing people all across the plaza.

They quickly cleared a large, open area in front of the entrance.

This action naturally angered the onlookers, who began to clamor and confront the Patrols.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Just then, a Zen Sound emanated from within Shaolin Temple. The sound grew louder and louder, instantly blanketing the entirety of Shaoshi Mountain, where the temple stood.

The Zen Sound was as deep as the rumbling of the earth. It swept past the ancient cypress trees before the temple, shaking dewdrops from the eaves. It slowly entered everyone’s ears—not loud, yet it carried world-awakening True Words, a sudden enlightenment that washed the mind clean.

The Buddhist practitioners in front of the temple all bowed with their palms pressed together, chanting, "Amitabha Buddha."

Those who did not understand Buddhist principles simply felt their minds go blank, becoming clear and serene. In that instant, all their worries vanished.

Only a few with high Cultivation understood how formidable this Zen Sound was. They hurriedly circulated their Heart Methods to prevent the sound from invading their minds.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

As the Buddha’s name was chanted, absolute silence fell over Shaoshi Mountain. Not even the chirp of a bird or the buzz of an insect could be heard.

"What a powerful Grand Monk!"

The masters from the Tang Sect and other sects waiting at the foot of the mountain were horrified. The way this Zen Sound eroded one’s Divine Soul was in no way inferior to the Demon Sound Piercing Ears of a top-tier Demon—it might have even surpassed it.

Buddha and Demon are both but a state of mind. One thought can make you a Buddha; one thought can make you a Demon.

Whether one becomes a Buddha or a Demon is decided within the confines of one’s own mind.