With virtue

Zhao Yunshu continued walking without stopping.

Monk Yuanmeng stood there, hands clasped together, holding prayer beads in his hands, watching Zhao Yunshu come up: "As expected of a Taoist master with true teachings, even the serpent could not stop you." Monk Yuanmeng said.

"You demonic monk!" Zhao Yunshu cursed as he opened the door. "What kind of thing is it? How many people's resentment did you collect to create so many vipers?"

Upon hearing this, Yuanmeng smiled slightly, as if she had heard an interesting question.

He lowered his head, flicked a bead on his rosary, and chuckled, "Do you need to collect them?"

"With so many refugees outside, who among them doesn't harbor some resentment?"

Zhao Yunshu stared at him and said, word by word, "Having resentment isn't enough. You also need to use the method of gathering qi to collect it, refine it, and even use a human body to nourish the resentment, like Master Zhou."

Yuan Meng did not deny it, nor did he show any panic at being exposed.

He simply nodded slightly and said approvingly, "Indeed, by gathering resentment into poisonous words and then nurturing it with a righteous and kind-hearted person, this is the yin within yang, the fire within water. My lineage practices the arts of water and fire and is most skilled in this art."

"Then I don't understand," Zhao Yunshu took two steps forward, "Why did you ask me to come here? Back in Dingzhou, why did you write me a letter of introduction? Since you already have Master Zhou to nurture your resentment, why go through all this trouble?"

Upon hearing this, Yuanmeng suddenly laughed.

However, while he smiled, his eyes were filled with jealousy, resentment, and envy. These emotions intertwined, distorting his once handsome face into something somewhat terrifying.

"Because I could tell at a glance that you are an upright and kind-hearted person. I brought you to the kiln to appease your resentment and to refine the virile dragon for me."

As he spoke, his fingers, which had been moving the prayer beads, stopped. He looked directly at Zhao Yunshu, his gentle mask finally shattering, revealing naked jealousy beneath: "But who would have thought that this humble monk would run into a brick wall? You actually know how to observe the Dharma! On your very first day here, you 'saw' resentment! By what right? Back in Anguo Temple, I begged my master to teach me the Dharma, kowtowing countless times, but he wouldn't even look at me. How could a mere twenty-something Taoist priest like you possibly obtain what I've always dreamed of?"

At this point, Yuanmeng's voice suddenly rose, and the muscles on his face, which was as bright as the moon, twitched uncontrollably!

His former gentle and refined demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by a continuous flow of resentment emanating from his body. This resentment was as dark as ink and mud, almost solidified, churning and surging on the surface of his robe, blurring his entire outline.

"Observe the Dharma! Observe the Dharma! Observe the Dharma!"

The monk's voice had completely lost its peacefulness and had even become sharp and piercing!

"Regardless of the school of thought, regardless of the three religions, all regard this as the true transmission of cultivation! It is the threshold to truly step onto the Great Dao and enter its inner sanctum! Without the method of observation, even if one cultivates magic to the heavens, one is nothing more than a witch or shaman!"

He seemed to be talking to himself.

And there's one more thing he didn't say.

Without the means of observation, you think you can cultivate your magic to the heavens? That's as difficult as climbing to heaven.

"Do you think this humble monk doesn't want to cultivate himself openly and honestly? Don't you want to become a great monk? Do you think this humble monk is willing to deal with these resentful vipers?!"

"Back in the temple, this humble monk served and provided for my master, even washing his clothes, cooking for him, and cleaning up his excrement, all in order to beg him to teach me the Dharma!"

However, there were some things he couldn't say later.

Serving his master for over ten years, he couldn't even utter a loud fart.

He had to wash his anus with water every day; every time the old monk relieved himself, he had to…

With his face, his face that his master loved so much, dignified as the bright moon, he traded his dignity for the magic and the teachings, but even until his death, that old man refused to teach him the method of observation!

In the entire temple, which disciple is like him?! Which one?!

For what?

Isn't it all for the sake of a true transmission of the method of contemplation?

He then took a deep breath, and the fierce look on his face slowly subsided.

The young Taoist priest was somewhat impressed by him; he could instantly regain his calm and detached demeanor, as if his momentary loss of composure had never occurred.

He moved four or five prayer beads and recited a few Buddhist scriptures.

Then, his voice became calm again, even carrying a hint of the compassion that a monk should naturally possess: "So be it, it's all in the past. In short, what I hate most in my life is people like you, who are blessed with extraordinary talents but don't know it, who possess true knowledge but don't cherish it. Since what I can't obtain—"

At this moment, Zhao Yunshu suddenly interrupted him.

The young Taoist priest said with a grin, "Oh, Master, I've brought you a ritual to observe. Would you like to observe it?"

Monk Yuanmeng's eyes widened suddenly!

His face, which had just regained its composure, suddenly stiffened, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"What did you say?" His voice unconsciously lowered, and his expression turned ferocious again.

That calm and aloof demeanor just now shattered with a gentle tap of the question, "Do you want it or not?"

He stared intently at Zhao Yunshu's face.

Zhao Yunshu did not avoid his gaze, and with a cheerful smile that made the monk feel disgusted, said: "The White Bone Contemplation is a Buddhist practice. It involves observing the flesh and blood dissolving, the white bones becoming translucent, and finally the white bones emitting light that illuminates all directions. Since you came from Anguo Temple, you should have heard of it, right? If you want to learn, I can teach you, so you don't have to complain all day long."

Yuanmeng did not answer.

The thing he had searched for, begged for, and hated for half his life was casually mentioned by a young Taoist priest in his early twenties.

He gripped the prayer beads tightly, and the beads creaked in his palm.

He wanted it, he really wanted it, even if it was just a possibility, it was the 'true transmission' he was pursuing!

So he softened his tone, and his previous arrogant and murderous attitude towards the young Taoist priest turned into a friendly one: "In that case, what's wrong with that? Young brother, you must be tired from your journey up the mountain. Would you like to come in and rest? Although my place can't compare to the city, I do have a few decent snacks and a pot of good tea."

"I'll take a break then. I just want to know, Master Yuanmeng brought these dolls up here. Are you trying to use them and Master Zhou to cultivate my resentment?"

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding." Master Yuanmeng smiled obsequiously. "I just invited them over for some snacks. Those children are very well-behaved; I like them more than anything. How could I possibly harm them?"

Of course, the young Taoist priest was right.

The purpose of bringing the children up was to incite Zhao Yunshu's resentment, to make her watch helplessly as the person she wanted to save couldn't be saved; that resentment was quite pure.

"Then let the children come out. As for the visualization, let's go inside and talk about it. I have a visualization diagram here. Master Yuanmeng can tell from afar whether what I'm saying is true or false." Zhao Yunshu reached out, took out the yellow book, and waved it outside.

It was the page with the Ghost General.

A visual representation of this quality is so realistic that you can tell it's not fake at a glance.

The techniques required to forge a book are no different from those required to make a genuine one.

Master Yuanmeng's breathing suddenly became heavy.

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