"Thank you, senior brother. I've already seen it clearly.”
Fahai returned to his senses and smiled confidently.
Hearing this, Fayan nodded and said,""It's good that you saw it clearly. Come, practice it once. I'll see if there's anything wrong and give junior brother some pointers.”
"Yes."
Fahai didn't refuse and left.
He took a deep breath.
The various postures of the eighteen Arhats appeared in his mind. They were sitting, lying, riding an elephant, subduing a dragon, subduing a tiger, and so on.
Fahai felt as if he had become one of these Arhats.
He could sense a trace of the marvel in the posture.
So he took a step forward and swung his fist.
At first, his movements were still very stiff.
After all, the maximum level of a divine technique was only deduced by the system. He had never really practiced it before, so even the most basic movements were very unfamiliar.
However, he soon got the hang of it.
His movements became more and more familiar, gradually becoming more and more natural.
Separation, force, charge, dodge, point, lift, press, hook, grab, throw, every fist technique and gesture was as precise as a textbook, impeccable.
His leg techniques also followed suit, leaping, rolling, sweeping, and bouncing.
Up and down, the steps change at will, the body is like a rudder, flexible and changeable, hard and soft.
The simple Arhat Fist in his hands actually had a somewhat wondrous feeling.
The fist technique was strict and grand.
"He only watched me practice it once, and he managed to cultivate the Arhat Fist to such a level?”
Fayan's expression changed slightly.
Arhat Fist was the foundation of Buddhist martial arts. It was easy to learn but difficult to master.
Basically, any Buddhist disciple could quickly master it.
However, it was extremely difficult to cultivate it to a profound level. It required years or even decades of hard work.
Therefore, it was most suitable for tempering the disciples 'temperament and consolidating their foundation.
Fayan had entered the sect for thirteen years. The first three years were spent practicing Arhat Fist.
Until today, he had only barely managed to enter the realm.
However, Fahai had only used a short time to cultivate Arhat Fist to an unprecedented level. Even he could not achieve that kind of feeling!
"Perfection! How is this possible?"
Fayan was extremely shocked.
When Fahai first started practicing the fist, he was obviously still very inexperienced. Many of his movements were like a child learning to walk. It was obvious that he did not have any foundation in martial arts, let alone practice Arhat Fist in advance.
However, he only used a dozen breaths of time.
It went from unfamiliarity to proficiency, and then to perfection.
Such talent was simply monstrous!
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Fayan would never have believed that such a terrifying cultivation genius existed in the world!
"Junior Brother Fahai, your comprehension is amazing!”
Fayan sighed in his heart.
At this moment.
Fahai had already performed the Arhat Fist once.
All the blood and Qi in his body were mobilized at this moment.
It made him feel extremely carefree.
His movements did not stop.
He continued to swing his fists and legs.
At this moment, a faint blood-colored light appeared on the surface of his skin, as if it was plating a layer of blood-colored gauze on him!
As he moved, the 18 Arhat phantoms also moved like Dharma projections.
Dragon Catcher with his left hand and Tiger Subduing with his right.
Stepping on the divine elephant, a majestic aura greeted them.
At this moment, it was as if he was the incarnation of the 18 Arhats who had descended into the human world.
Every move, every punch, every kick, all of them had indescribable power!
"Arhat avatar! How is this possible?"
When Fayan saw this, he was already completely numb.
Legend had it that when the Arhat Fist was cultivated to perfection, it could imitate the majesty of the eighteen Arhats and condense the Arhat Celestial Body.
But this was only a legend.
No one in the Golden Mountain Temple, including the entire Buddhist Sect, had been able to do it for hundreds of years!
And now, Fahai had only used the time it took to brew half a cup of tea to do it!
Although he had just condensed the most basic Blood Qi Dharmakaya, with his talent, it would probably not take long for him to condense the true Arhat Golden Body.
This was an extraordinary top-notch Buddhist divine power!
Impenetrable by swords and spears, indestructible by golden bodies, and able to preserve one's body even after death.
In fact, when one's cultivation level reached a certain level and attained the Luo Han Guo position, one could even be reborn from a drop of blood and be almost immortal!
"Senior Brother, look at my Arhat Fist. Is it passable? If there is anything wrong, you must remind me in time.”
Fahai finished practicing Arhat Fist once again and felt refreshed and vigorous.
His strength had increased by at least several times.
Some of the impurities in his body were also refined during this process.
It was as if he had been reborn.
"Guidance?"
Fayan could not help but shake his head with a bitter smile as he watched him walk over.
He put his palms together and said,"
"Amitabha! Shidi's wisdom is unfathomable. You've already reached perfection in the Arhat Fist and even comprehended the Arhat Dharmakaya from it. It's really gratifying.”
His expression was sincere.
He didn't feel any jealousy.
Fahai was also slightly surprised.
He had thought that Arhat Fist was originally this strong.
Now, it seemed that it was all thanks to the system.
The Supreme Perfection was not only to cultivate this cultivation technique to the maximum level, but also to comprehend even higher divine powers.
"Arhat avatar sounds a little powerful. "However, it seems that I can't directly rely on the system to deduce and perfect this divine power that advances after reaching the maximum level. I still have to slowly master and cultivate it myself before I can cultivate the highest level of Arhat Golden Body. That's right. I can't completely rely on the system. I have to have my own cultivation comprehension to become a true expert in the future."
Fahai pondered.
At this moment, Fayan continued,""Master originally wanted me to teach you the Arhat Fist to cultivate your body and heart. I didn't expect Junior Brother to be so talented. I'm not qualified to be your guide. Junior Brother, please continue cultivating. When Master comes out of seclusion next time, I will report to him and arrange your cultivation.”
Fahai nodded.
Fayan's cultivation was not high, and there was indeed nothing else he could teach him.
If he wanted to learn more profound Buddhist divine powers, he would have to ask Zen Master Lingyou to do it.
"Then I'll have to trouble Senior Brother."
"Junior Brother is too polite."
As Fayan spoke, he bowed and left.
Fahai did not stay idle either. He continued to cultivate Arhat Fist, tempering his physique and Arhat Dharmakaya.
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