bookbashuk Chapter 200 Entering Sainthood
Chapter 200 Entering Sainthood
Chapter 200 Entering Sainthood
Wu Wenhui's eyes were cold when he said this.
For these modern military groups, no matter how well they practice martial arts, it's no match for dozens of guns.
Why is it that during the Republican era alone, among the 400 million people of China, there were no fewer than ten martial arts masters with the strength of Gangjin, such as Li Shuwen, Sun Lutang, Li Jinglin, Guo Yunshen, Li Luoneng, Sun Fuquan, Dong Haichuan, Wang Zongyue, Wu Yuguo, and Cao Jiwu?
In modern times, even if you add up all six billion people in the world, there are very few martial arts masters who can reach the level of blood transfusion or even surpass it. The only ones with clear traces of activity are Tang Zichen and GOD.
Because we live in an age of guns and cannons, the era of hand-to-hand combat is long gone.
Even if Wu Wenhui wanted to contact Tang Zichen, it wasn't because the other party was particularly skilled in martial arts.
In Wu Wenhui's view, in the age of guns and cannons, no matter how good one's martial arts are, no matter how powerful Tang Zichen is, no matter how legendary he is, he may not be able to compare with a few dozen ordinary soldiers who have handled a gun for a month.
He tried every means to contact the other party, all for one reason: the other party was the head of the Tang Clan! He had personally built this organization with hundreds of thousands of Chinese members in Southeast Asia alone!
Not only in Southeast Asia, but also in Europe, Africa, North America, and South America, there are elite armed forces and influence of the "Tang Clan".
The Tang Clan has assets exceeding one trillion yuan and its organization spans the globe.
For Wu Wenhui, a hundred Wang Chaos couldn't compare to Tang Zichen's influence.
What is Wang Chao? Although he is a genius, he is just a skilled fighter in the modern world. He is useless except for fighting in the arena. In Wu Wenhui's opinion, he is not even as strong as ten ordinary soldiers.
It would be worth any huge price to unite such a large overseas Chinese community through Tang Zichen.
Otherwise, how could Wu Wenhui have allowed a brat who only knew martial arts to become the leader, and even spent huge resources to promote Wang Chao?
Of course, this is mainly because the Tangmen and Hongmen groups among overseas Chinese have extremely high status for their martial arts masters, who even directly serve as the main leaders. Otherwise, Wu Wenhui would not have wasted his resources.
But even if it costs resources, if Wang Chao refuses to obey, then we have no choice but to give up.
Thinking about this, Cao Yi recalled Wang Chao's personality.
Wang Chao values loyalty and would never compromise or betray his friends and family for such a thing.
"This seems a bit tricky—"
Cao Yi had a headache.
More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and the end of the year was approaching. Wang Chao returned from Hong Kong, but instead of going back to Laoshan, he went directly back to his home in S Province to celebrate the New Year.
Wang Chao was relieved to see that his parents were doing well.
After his two apprentices, Huo Ling'er and Han Xiaoqing, arrived, Wang Chao moved into the villa left by Tang Zichen in the Tianxinghu community.
This stay lasted for more than ten days.
During the ten days or so, he occasionally gave Huo Ling'er and Han Xiaoqing a few pointers, but he himself didn't practice his boxing even once.
Huo Ling'er only saw Wang Chao staying in the study every day, holding a calligraphy brush and quietly practicing calligraphy.
When Huo Ling'er couldn't help but ask a question, Wang Chao put down his pen and slowly explained, "No matter how much you train the human body, there is a limit."
"And the ultimate skill is the limit of this."
"Like the top experts in the training camp in Siberia, Russia, they can reach the peak of strength through external tools and hard training, possessing strength comparable to the peak of the Transformation Realm. With a horizontal sweeping kick, they can break a 30-centimeter-thick iron stake."
"At this point, there is no point in continuing to practice boxing. Only by turning to spiritual cultivation can one make further progress."
He lightly touched the inkstone with the tip of his pen, dipping it in ink, and spoke calmly:
"Essence, Qi, and Spirit are just one thing. When they flow, they become Qi; when they condense, they become Essence; and when they are used in a wonderful way, they become Spirit. After you have mastered the Transformation of Strength, you need to Embrace the Elixir, which is also about condensing Qi and Blood and controlling the Qi in your whole body. The main focus is on training the lower abdomen."
"You can imagine how difficult it is to condense all your energy, strength, spirit, and even your soul, spirit, senses, and sensitivity into a single point the size of a needle tip."
"But once you enter the path of alchemy, you can circulate qi and blood and stimulate the dantian acupoints. In this way, even if you sit or lie still, your physique can be improved to a level that surpasses the limits of the human body."
"After achieving the Dao of alchemy, one will have the strength to throw an elephant, meaning one can carry and throw an elephant weighing one or two tons dozens of meters away."
"This is how the popes, saints, and bodhisattvas in some religions came to be worshipped by the world."
Wang Chao looked at Huo Ling'er as he finished speaking:
"Your strength may be comparable to theirs, but your spiritual realm is still far behind."
Although Huo Ling'er is talented and possesses the strength of a Dan Jin expert, it is much easier for her to cultivate her spirit from scratch than for others. However, it is almost impossible to reach this level without talent.
After explaining, Wang Chao started practicing calligraphy again.
What amazed Huo Ling'er even more was the way Wang Chao practiced calligraphy.
Wang Chao practices calligraphy without using ordinary copybooks; he uses wood, granite, jade, ceramics, and even refined iron as paper.
Regardless of the material, Wang Chao's brushstrokes, though seemingly effortless, possess a remarkable depth and penetrating power, even on hard materials like jade.
Even ink stains can penetrate to the back of refined iron.
What Wang Chao wrote was not literature or lyrics, but rather mysterious and difficult-to-understand Buddhist and Taoist texts, as well as boxing manuals and classics.
But every time Wang Chao puts pen to paper, he concentrates intently, as if all his energy and spirit are focused on the tip of the pen, as if he is pouring his mind and soul into the words he writes.
This was not an illusion. Every time Huo Ling'er admired Wang Chao's calligraphy, she could understand the martial arts techniques and artistic conceptions that Wang Chao wanted to express.
What Huo Ling'er remembers most vividly is that one day Wang Chao seemed to have an epiphany and wrote down a passage from Zhuangzi about sitting in oblivion on a wooden board.
What is meant by "sitting in oblivion"?
Abandoning limbs and intelligence, separating from form and wisdom, one becomes one with the Great Void; this is called sitting in oblivion.
After Wang Chao left, Huo Ling'er became increasingly engrossed in looking at the calligraphy, seemingly truly feeling its essence.
Forgetting oneself and others, the soul returns to the primordial chaos, leaving only a glimmer of light.
She had just become engrossed in the story when Wang Chao woke her up.
"Fortunately, you can't understand the spiritual realm contained in my calligraphy, otherwise even I couldn't save you."
Wang Chao said this afterward.
When Huo Ling'er asked what it would be like to have such a spiritual realm, Wang Chao smiled and said:
"Have you ever heard of rainbow body transformation? In ancient times, some eminent monks, after reaching a very high level of spiritual cultivation, would have their entire bodies burst into flames, transforming into a rainbow and disappearing without a trace. This phenomenon is called 'rainbow body transformation.'"
"In essence, it is because of an excessive understanding of the unity of man and nature, which leads to self-forgetfulness and ultimately assimilation by the will of heaven."
After saying that, Wang Chao looked at the calligraphy copybook in his hand, and with a single swipe, the wooden board turned to dust.
But the next moment, even though Wang Chao turned the wooden board to ash, Huo Ling'er seemed to still be able to see some words floating in the void, floating in the air and not dissipating at all.
These fonts are a manifestation of Wang Chao's spirit.
Seeing this, Wang Chao knew that his mind had finally reached a sacred state and could manifest in the world.
It could even be said that Wang Chao could now abandon his physical body, reincarnate, and surpass the lifespan of ordinary people who cannot live past one hundred years.
However, his own spirit was too weak, not even comparable to Wang Chao's physical strength.
"If you only cultivate your nature and not your life force, your spirit will never attain sainthood. Without a powerful body and boundless energy, how can you gain supreme power?"
"No matter how strong one's spiritual realm is, one cannot create things out of thin air or bring something into existence from nothing. This violates the law of conservation of energy, and I am still far from achieving that."
Wang Chao couldn't help but sigh.
If one wishes to enhance one's spiritual power in this barren world devoid of any spiritual energy or other support, there is only one way: to replenish the spirit with the physical form, using the energy of the body to support the soul, and finally dissolving into nothingness.
>