Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 251: Arhat Fist

“Come, assume the horse stance. Get in position, and start learning the Arhat Fist.”

Lu Yang followed Meng Jingzhou’s movements. Letting his qi sink to his dantian, he puffed his chest and lifted his head. His left foot took half a step to the left, while both palms traced arcs.

“Ha!”

“You aren’t loud enough! Again!”

“Ha!”

“Louder!”

“Ha!”

Lu Yang shouted louder and louder, until he finally met Meng Jingzhou’s standards.

“Shifu taught me that yelling in battle is a way to release restraints. The louder you shout, the more you can unleash your true strength, surpassing your usual power.

“When throwing a punch, make sure to keep your arms and line of sight level.

“Your fist must be tight. Imagine holding a stone in your hand and squeezing it with all your might, as if you’re trying to crush it.”

These were the lessons Meng Jingzhou had learned from Third Elder, and he was now passing them on to Lu Yang.

“Arhat Fist emphasizes coordination between the upper and lower body, with the feet following the hands. You must achieve a balance between firmness and softness. Your movements are too stiff; they need to flow and be gentler!”

Meng Jingzhou pointed out Lu Yang’s mistakes one by one and corrected him. These were common errors when practicing fist techniques.

Lu Yang was talented in martial arts, which was evident from how he learned the Animal Form Fist in just half a day and then enhanced it into the Lu-Style Animal Form Fist within the remaining half of the day.

“The sea of suffering is endless; turning back leads to the shore!” Lu Yang picked up the form quickly, his countenance reflecting the compassion of a monk.

Lu Yang’s ears rang with Meng Jingzhou’s earnest teachings. “Shifu told me that the Arhat Fist is a fist technique for guiding people toward goodness. The saying ‘The sea of suffering is endless; turning back leads to the shore’ means that if a person can put down their weapons of slaughter and turn toward goodness through practicing the whole sequence, they would have achieved a major success with the Arhat Fist.

“Unfortunately, most people are ignorant. They are unable to lay down their weapons and focus on goodness. As such, not more than three people have mastered the Arhat Fist with major success.” Meng Jingzhou placed one hand over his chest, his posture somewhat exuding the aura of a senior monk.

“When learning Arhat Fist, your mindset is also very crucial. It’s best to imagine yourself as a disciple of Buddhism. In my case, I even studied Buddhist scriptures for a while.”

“Memorize and recite Buddhist scriptures?” Lu Yang faintly felt that he had found a way.

He didn’t need to start learning Buddhist scriptures now. Back when he was in the scripture library, he had read Buddhist scriptures such as The Diamond Sutra, The Vidyaraja[1] Sutra, and The Heart Sutra in his free time. They were incredibly effective at lulling him into hypnosis.

Slowly closing his eyes, the delicate face of the Everlasting Immortal Fairy surfaced in his mind. She was wearing a millet-yellow nightgown, tilting her head as her eyes met with Lu Yang.

“...Immortal Fairy, can you stand to the side of my mental space? I’m trying to recall Buddhist scriptures.”

“Oh.”

With the Everlasting Immortal Fairy gone from his vision, Lu Yang began to browse his memories, the contents of The Diamond Sutra, The Vidyaraja Sutra, and the Heart Sutra emerging before his eyes. He tried to contemplate and understand the mindsets of the authors by placing himself in their shoes.

In the real world, Meng Jingzhou was staring at Lu Yang in astonishment.

Lu Yang’s eyes were tightly closed. His movements were slower than before, resembling a withered old man, but every action of his carried the compassionate air of a senior monk.

Meng Jingzhou wondered, Could this fellow Lu Yang be suited to become a monk?

As Lu Yang’s comprehension of the Buddhist scriptures and Arhat Fist deepened, his movements became increasingly smooth, flowing like the river and not stopping a single moment. It was as though he had practiced these motions hundreds or thousands of times until they were now second nature.

Bang—bang—

Every punch Lu Yang threw was accompanied by the sound of air erupting and the faint echoes of a Buddhist chant, as if an old monk was reciting scriptures in the void to teach the world to show others kindness.

Lu Yang continued practicing with his eyes closed, from morning until evening. Seeing that there was nothing more to teach, Meng Jingzhou squatted at the side and waited for Lu Yang to finally open his eyes.

“Whew.” After completing a set, Lu Yang exhaled deeply and opened his eyes, which now sparkled brightly with energy.

“You mastered it?” Meng Jingzhou stared at Lu Yang in disbelief. It’d taken me three full days to learn it, but this kid did it in less than a day?

Is there still fairness in this world?

“Somewhat successful,” Lu Yang said modestly.

“Let’s try it out.” Meng Jingzhou was itching to test the results of Lu Yang’s training. I have learned this for more than half a month. I refuse to believe I can’t beat Lu Yang, who has only learned it for a day.

“Let’s try it then.” Lu Yang was also itching to gauge his level.

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously assumed their stances, ready to compete with their Arhat Fist.

“Black Tiger Heart Strike!”

“Black Tiger Heart Strike!”

“Downward Smashing Hammer!”

“Downward Smashing Hammer!”

Their fists and feet collided with tremendous force like bolts of thunder in the training ground, shaking the surrounding trees until their leaves rustled.

Exchanging identical moves with equal strength, they enjoyed a thrilling battle, though it would take a while for the outcome to be decided.

“Who would have thought? You learned it in less than a day, and you’ve already mastered the fundamentals of Arhat Fist just like me. Maybe one day you’ll perfect it with major success and guide people toward goodness!”

“It was just a fluke.” Despite Lu Yang’s answer, the smug look on his face showed that luck had nothing to do with it.

Lu Yang wanted to feign modesty again when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the top of Meng Jingzhou’s head, and his expression changed subtly.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with my head?” Meng Jingzhou was befuddled.

“No-nothing.” Lu Yang averted his eyes, as if he had a guilty conscience.

Meng Jingzhou eyed Lu Yang suspiciously and subconsciously touched his head. Hold on, is something missing from my head?

“Where’s my hair?!”

Meng Jingzhou whipped out a small mirror from his identity jade tablet and examined his head for a long time.

His head was so smooth that even a sparrow would slip on it.

He had gone bald.

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Like an arhat monk.

Inside the mental space, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy was rolling on the floor laughing.

Meng Jingzhou’s first instinct was to suspect Lu Yang. “Lu Yang, you better explain to me what happened!” My hair is part of my refined body, so how could it have fallen out for no reason?

Then, he noticed hair all around his feet—they had just fallen off.

“I...I don’t know... I noticed your hair falling out really quickly when we were practicing fists just now. Just as I wanted to remind you, all of it was already gone.” Lu Yang panicked. He genuinely had no idea what had gone wrong.

Suddenly, Lu Yang seemed to have come to a realization. “I understand now.”

“What did you understand?”

“Think about it, isn’t the purpose of the Arhat Fist to guide people to goodness? And where does evil come from? From worries. In Buddhism, there’s a saying about three thousand hair strands of worries. Without these hair strands of worries, there’ll be no more evil, and people can turn toward goodness.”

“Besides, your current appearance looks so much like an arhat monk. It’s a perfect match with the Arhat Fist!”

Hearing his words, Meng Jingzhou immediately lunged at Lu Yang like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. “I think you are the one who looks like an arhat!”

Lu Yang felt guilty and bolted right away. “I have achieved major success with the Arhat Fist. You can’t hit me!”

“This isn’t Arhat Fist at all! It’s a head-shaving technique! Stop right there!”

1. The Wisdom King or literally “Bright King” in Chinese. ☜