The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Huiming sighed: "Huijing, you are exceptionally talented, reaching the pinnacle of your abilities at fifty. You are indeed a rare genius. But you must know that there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding."

"I have personally witnessed and experienced Benefactor Chen's cultivation level. Let alone you, even I am insignificant before him."

Huijing suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with resentment and shock.

Not worth mentioning?

Senior brother is at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, ranking among the top in the hundred-year history of Tantric Buddhism, yet he says that he is insignificant in front of that young man.

He didn't believe it.

But he dared not contradict his senior brother again, and simply lowered his head and remained silent.

Huiming looked at Chen Hao and put his palms together, saying, "Benefactor Chen, this humble monk has not been strict enough in disciplining you, and you have suffered injustice."

Chen Hao waved his hand: "It's alright."

Huiming smiled wryly: "Your kindness is truly admirable."

He paused, then looked at Huijing and several young monks: "Come here, all of you, and apologize to Benefactor Chen."

Several young monks quickly stepped forward to pay their respects. Huijing stood there, hesitated for a moment, then walked over, bowed, but remained silent.

Huiming frowned, about to speak, when Chen Hao spoke up:

"Don't force yourself. It's normal that you don't believe me."

Huijing looked up at him.

Chen Hao said calmly, "You started learning martial arts at the age of six and spent fifty years cultivating diligently before reaching the pinnacle. In your eyes, this is already a rare talent. You cannot imagine that someone can reach a level that your senior brother couldn't achieve even after sixty years at the age of thirty. This is quite normal."

Huijing's expression changed, but she remained silent.

"But you must remember," Chen Hao looked at him calmly, "that some people in this world exist to shatter your perceptions."

Huijing was startled.

In the live stream:

[I am Ying Zheng: That's so well said! Some people exist to shatter your preconceived notions!]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: My brother is so handsome! He exudes charisma!]

[Dongmen Chuixue: I'll remember those words. Indeed, my grandfather practiced his whole life and only reached the Transcendent Realm. But Master Chen is thirty years old...]

[He's not delivering food anymore, he's taking Didi: This monk's face turned green, haha]

[Afan: Awesome! So awesome! This is how it should be—a slap in the face!]

Watching this scene, Huiming nodded inwardly. This young man not only possessed extraordinary cultivation but also a transcendent state of mind. Faced with doubt, he remained calm and composed, leaving Huijing speechless with just a few words.

He coughed lightly: "Alright, it's getting late. Please follow me for a meal, everyone."

The crowd followed him toward the dining hall. Huijing stood there, watching Chen Hao's retreating figure with a complex expression.

The dining hall was small, but very clean. A simple vegetarian meal was laid out on the long table: barley porridge, tsampa, butter tea, and a few side dishes.

"This is just a simple meal, nothing special," Huiming said.

"It's already very good," Cai Jingwen said politely.

After everyone took their seats, Chen Hao placed the wolf cub on the futon next to him. The little guy seemed very interested in the butter tea, constantly tilting his head back to sniff it.

Li Li found it amusing and broke off a small piece of tsampa for it. The wolf cub sniffed it, cautiously licked it, then its eyes lit up and it swallowed it whole.

"It likes to eat it!" Li Li exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

After the meal, Huiming invited everyone to the main hall for tea. Inside, butter lamps were lit, casting a dim, yellowish light that made the Buddha statue appear exceptionally compassionate.

Several young monks served butter tea and snacks, then stepped aside but did not leave, all secretly observing Chen Hao.

Huiming looked at Chen Hao, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Benefactor Chen, this humble monk has a request."

"Please speak, Master."

Huiming sighed: "I have cultivated for over sixty years and consider myself quite diligent. But today's battle has made me realize that my cultivation is still far from sufficient. I fought with all my might against that Gu Diao King and could only barely hold my own. If it weren't for your intervention, I would have already passed away."

He looked at Chen Hao earnestly, "This humble monk dares to ask you some questions about cultivation. Would you be so kind as to offer some guidance?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall perked up their ears.

Huijing stared intently at Chen Hao, wanting to see what this young man was capable of that could make his senior brother so humble.

Chen Hao picked up the butter tea, took a sip, and said calmly, "What would you like to ask, Master?"

Huiming's spirits lifted, and he quickly asked, "This humble monk has practiced Tantric techniques for over sixty years, and has long since reached the pinnacle of the Transcendent Realm, yet I have been unable to break through that final step and touch the realm beyond returning to the true nature. May I ask, benefactor, where exactly lies the key to this?"

Chen Hao put down his teacup and looked at him: "What kind of cultivation technique does the master practice?"

"The Esoteric Buddhist text, the Mahavairocana Sutra."

Chen Hao nodded: "The Mahavairocana Sutra is indeed a superior practice of Tantric Buddhism, but there is a problem."

Huiming quickly asked, "What's the problem?"

"Incomplete".

Huiming was taken aback.

Chen Hao continued, "The Tantric practices originated in ancient India. After being introduced to China, many were lost due to wars. The original Mahavairocana Sutra had nine levels, but only the first six levels are still in circulation today."

The master has reached the peak of the Transcendent Realm, which is the limit of this incomplete technique. To break through, he must complete the last three levels.

Huiming's expression changed several times before he finally said, "What you say is absolutely right. All the patriarchs of Tantric Buddhism have tried to complete the practice, but they have never been able to find the right method."

"This humble monk has also considered that if I could obtain the complete cultivation method, perhaps I could achieve a breakthrough. But..." he smiled bitterly, "The complete cultivation method has been lost for a thousand years. Where can I find it?"

Chen Hao remained silent for a moment, then took out a yellowed booklet from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Master, take a look at this."

Huiming was taken aback, picked up the booklet, and turned to the first page.

His expression changed after reading only a few lines.

"This...this is..."

He grew increasingly excited as he read, his hands trembling. He flipped to the last page, then abruptly looked up, staring at Chen Hao: "Benefactor! This is the last three chapters of the Mahavairocana Sutra! The last three chapters, lost for a thousand years!"

These words shocked the entire hall!

Several young monks murmured and crowded around, eager to see the booklet. Huijing pushed his way to the front, staring intently at the yellowed booklet, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Impossible!" he blurted out. "The last three chapters of the Mahavairocana Sutra have been lost for a thousand years. The patriarchs of Tantric Buddhism have searched the world without finding them. How could they possibly be in his possession?"

Huiming glared at him and said in a deep voice, "Huijing! Don't be rude!"

He turned to Chen Hao, holding the booklet in both hands, bowed deeply, his voice trembling: "Benefactor...this...this is too precious...this humble monk...this humble monk is unworthy of such kindness..."

Chen Hao said calmly, "I obtained this by chance while traveling in the Western Regions. It's of little use to me. Since you need it, Master, I'll give it to you."

送？

deliver?!

Everyone in the hall thought they had misheard.

The supreme esoteric Buddhist technique, lost for a thousand years, was just... given away like that?

Huiming's hands trembled as she held the booklet, her eyes reddened, and her lips quivered, but she couldn't utter a word.

The young monks looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Huijing stood there, stunned, her mind completely blank.

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