After the first snow, Jade Capital looked exceptionally enchanting. The entire capital wasn't quiet because of the snow. On the contrary, because it was close to the end of the year, various countries sent envoys to Jade Capital for an audience. The endless stream of horses and carriages, fresh clothes and lively horses, made the city even more bustling and lively.
The city was extraordinarily lively, and the Marquis Ding's residence was also bustling. The servants began to clean up under the steward's arrangement, making every corner spotless. They decorated the place with lanterns and colored banners in preparation for the new year.
However, no matter how lively Jade Capital was, it had nothing to do with Cheng Hao.
Ever since he returned to the residence, Cheng Hao had handed over all the preparations for the new year to the steward. He then freed up a large amount of time to cultivate.
During the day, he cultivated the Tiger Devil's Bone Tempering and the Snake-like Breath Holding Technique. At night, he closed the doors and windows, lit up sandalwood, and sat cross-legged on the bed to visualize the pagoda. After a few days, Cheng Hao felt that his corporeal body and spirit had made great progress.
Especially his spirit, it was much more condensed and solid. Even if the night wind blew in from the crack of the door, Cheng Hao only felt a little cold. He was no longer like a drowning mortal who was on the verge of his soul dissipating.
On this afternoon, Cheng Hao was crawling on the ground as usual, shaking his head from time to time. His breathing was sometimes fast and sometimes slow as he cultivated the Snake-like Breath Holding Technique.
Peng peng peng! There was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Cheng Hao stood up and patted the dust off his body before instructing in a clear voice.
"Young Marquis, the scholar we met at the Autumn Moon Temple some time ago is here. He said he's your friend and wishes to meet you." The steward, Fu, walked in and reported with his head lowered.
"It's Hong Yi? Ask him to wait in the parlor for a while. I'll be there in a moment! "
After giving a simple instruction, Cheng Hao changed into a more formal purple robe. After all, it was Hong Yi's first time here. Dressing formally was a way to show his respect.
When he arrived at the reception hall, Hong Yi was already seated in the guest seat. Beside him, a servant girl had already prepared tea for him. Housekeeper Fu, on the other hand, was standing at the side, exchanging some simple pleasantries with Hong Yi.
"Hong Yi, you're here." Walking into the hall, Cheng Hao waved his hand to signal for everyone to leave. Then, he looked at Hong Yi with a serious expression. "Could it be that First Madam has already made a move on you?"
"Not yet. Thank you for your concern, Cheng Hao!" Hearing that Cheng Hao didn't greet him politely but was concerned about his safety, Hong Yi's heart warmed. He was even more determined about his decision to come here this time.
"Cheng Hao, I'm here to show you something!" Hong Yi stood up and looked around cautiously, as if he wanted to make sure there was no one else around.
"There's no need to be nervous. Other than the two of us, there's no one else here. Without my permission, no one would dare to come here!"
"That's good!" Hong Yi nodded and then asked, "Do you still remember the Martial Scriptures and Taoist Scriptures that Bai Ziyue left for us before he left?"
Cheng Hao smiled and looked at Hong Yi with interest, "Of course I remember. I have already obtained Brother Bai's cultivation method. If I continue to cultivate, I can reach the Martial Saint Realm. The martial scripture only records the Martial Saint Realm. There is no record of the Human Immortal Realm after that. Therefore, I took the Dao scripture and you took the martial scripture. What, did you discover something new in the martial scripture?" “
There's indeed a new discovery! " Hong Yi's expression was serious. He slowly took out a thin silk scroll from his bosom. The scroll was densely covered with golden characters. In the middle of the scroll was a golden Buddha statue, sitting upright in the void. Countless suns, moons, and stars revolved around it.
This was a Buddhist cultivation method scripture!
Glancing at the silk scroll in Hong Yi's hand, Cheng Hao suddenly stood up and walked over to take the golden scripture. He saw three large words: Amitabha Sutra!
Looking at the scripture in his hand, Cheng Hao's voice trembled slightly. He was excited. "Is this the supreme scripture that Brother Bai mentioned before, the Great Zen Temple's Divine Soul cultivation method, the Amitabha Sutra of the Past?"
"That is indeed the case. At that time, I accidentally dropped the martial scripture into the brazier. By the time I fished it out, the entire book had already been burned. However, it left behind such a scripture that is not afraid of being burned by flames!" Hong Yi simply explained how he obtained the Amitabha Sutra.
"Haha, Hong Yi, you're really lucky. Even a Demonic Immortal like Bai Ziyue could only come across a treasure by chance. You actually obtained it by accident. This blessing is simply awe-inspiring!"
Holding the Amitabha Sutra, Cheng Hao took a few deep breaths and barely managed to calm his mind. He looked at Hong Yi with a serious expression.
"Hong Yi, you could have not told me about this scripture at all. If you didn't tell me, no one would have known!"
Hong Yi shook his head. His expression was much more indifferent than Cheng Hao's. "I've studied sages for ten years. I understand the principle of not being moved by beauty and not being disturbed by treasures. Moreover, Brother Cheng has been very kind to me before. You even taught me the Tiger Demon's Bone Refining Fist. How can this kindness and friendship be tarnished by a scripture? "
Cheng Hao took a deep look at Hong Yi. At this moment, he felt heartfelt admiration for him. Although this person was still very weak, it had to be said that he was a very strong-willed person. Even Cheng Hao himself could not guarantee that he could remain calm in the face of such a supreme secret scripture.
"Cheng Hao, I'll leave the scripture with you. I've already memorized the contents. I have no use for the silk scroll. Moreover, I'm too weak. If the news that the Amitabha Sutra is in my possession leaks out, I'm afraid that I'll be killed."
"That's fine. This scripture is far too precious. It is indeed rather dangerous to leave it with you. Leave it with me for now. If you want to read it in the future, you can come to my place at any time."
In the past, Cheng Hao had only treated Hong Yi as a treasure seeker and a guide to opportunities. But from this moment onwards, he truly regarded Hong Yi as a friend that he could make. He truly admired such a clear distinction between gratitude and grudges, as well as a personality that did not monopolize food.
When Hong Yi left, Cheng Hao did not waste any words. He only patted him on the shoulder and made a solemn promise.
"If there's anything that can't be resolved, feel free to come find me! Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up! "
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After returning to his room, Cheng Hao did not immediately read the Amitabha Sutra. Instead, he sat cross-legged on his bed. Only after he had completely calmed down did he slowly open the silk scroll in his hand and read it word by word.
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