"You can leave!"
Once the amazing Mad Monk in the clouds asked him to leave, he did not say anything else.
With countless questions in his mind, Happy could only leave Punishment Mount for the time being. Obtaining Shaolin Temple's Nine Yang Skill was his first priority. However, on his way down the mountain, Happy obtained some information about Mad Monk from Yuan Mie!
It was said that Mad Monk had wreaked havoc in the world of martial artists and killed innocents because the people in the righteous path had destroyed the evil cult known as Sky Demon Sect. Coincidentally, before Mad Monk became a monk, he was an orphan abandoned by the sect master of Sky Demon Sect. When he learned that Sky Demon Sect was destroyed, in his rage, he killed his way out of Shaolin Temple and the other sects. He paid blood for blood, and he killed countless people.
In the end, if Shaolin Temple had not sent a hero invitation and Mad Monk's master had personally led the army, the elites from the sects might not have been able to kill Mad Monk as they wished.
In fact, there were many people who said that Mad Monk had already taken his revenge and was tired of it, which was why he was willing to be captured by Shaolin Temple. His shoulder blades were pierced, and he was imprisoned in Punishment Mount for more than thirty years!
"In truth, with Mad Monk's heart that has no desires, even the abbot of Shaolin Temple is not his opponent. If he wanted to leave, it would have been easy."
Yuan Mie's words shocked Happy, and he could not help but blurt out.
"Then why did he stay at the summit to suffer?"
Yuan Mie smiled wanly. "Senior, you're a divine monk with great wisdom. You can't try to understand him with a secular mindset. I originally couldn't understand him, but just now, I seem to have understood a little."
"What?"
Happy had a curious look on his face. They were both eminent Buddhist monks, so he believed that Yuan Mie could understand it.
Yuan Mie called out the name of Buddha with great emotion.
"When you were young, you killed countless people. Even though you did it in the name of revenge, you also harmed many innocents, including the martial artists from various sects. Countless people died in his hands. If people learn that Mad Monk left Punishment Mount, the world of martial artists might welcome a storm of blood." Yuan Mie stopped talking for a moment. Under Happy's slightly enlightened gaze, he said, "Senior, you didn't leave Punishment Mount because you didn't want Shaolin Temple to offend the martial artists. Second, you wanted to sacrifice yourself in exchange for peace in the world of martial artists and extinguish the anger of countless people who lost their loved ones. Third, you no longer have any distractions in your heart. He was tired of everything in the world. World of martial artists is no longer in his heart."
"I see."
Happy came to a realization.
"Also, there's a rumor in the world that I, Yuan Mie, can withstand ten moves from the Mad Monk and not die. Yuan Mie said, "Actually, every time the senior met an opponent, he would always consider the person's character. If he came for the ultimate arts of Wulin, to seek revenge, or if the monks on the peak wanted to get something from him, he would strike him down from the peak. Only I stayed on the peak for three years, facing the wall of the Dharma Cave and comprehending the murals left behind by Patriarch Dharma. During this period, I would send him meals from time to time. I was touched by the senior, so he taught me the Vajra Exorcism."
"I see." Happy came to a realization again.
"In that case, the Mad Monk is actually a pretty good senior." However, he soon revealed a puzzled expression. Why did the Mad Monk stop him? Let me transcend life and death and then look for him?
Strange …
As they spoke, the two of them quickly entered the temple.
Abbot Kong Xiang welcomed them in Mahavira Hall. When he saw Master Yuan Mie, who was dressed in a tattered gray kasaya and followed behind Happy, tears shone in his eyes. "Amitabha, Yuan Mie, you're finally back …"
"I, the sinful monk Yuan Mie, have come to report to you. After more than twenty years, I have finally gained some achievements!" When he returned to Shaolin Temple, Yuan Mie was so touched that he could not even speak clearly. His lips trembled repeatedly.
"It's good that you're back … It's good that you're back …" Master Kong Xiang was also very excited. He helped Yuan Mie up. "Take the kasaya and give it to Martial Nephew Yuan Mie."
"Thank you, martial uncle!" When Yuan Mie heard this, tears streamed down his face, and he bowed again.
There was an important meaning behind taking the kasaya. Yuan Mie had been in Punishment Mount for more than twenty years, and he had finally returned to the temple. Changing his kasaya meant that he had completely gotten rid of the title of a monk who broke his vows, and he had returned to the temple.
"Young Swordsman Happy, I am eternally grateful for helping my martial nephew return to the temple and enter the temple," Master Kong Xiang said. "You first searched for Dragon Immortal Grass, then found Flower-pinching Finger, and now, you helped Shaolin Temple bring Yuan Mie down Punishment Mount. Even I am indebted to you for saving my life. If I continue to hesitate, I will not be able to repay your kindness." Master Kong Xiang said.
As he spoke, under Happy's excited gaze, he slowly brought out a soft booklet from his kasaya. "Shaolin Temple's Nine Yang Skill is one of the cornerstones of Shaolin Temple. I am sorry, but I cannot give you the only copy of it. This is the handwritten copy of Shaolin Temple's Nine Yang Skill that I have prepared a long time ago. I hope that you will carry out Shaolin Temple's goal of fighting the strong and helping the weak so that you can bring benefits to the world of martial artists!"
"I will definitely not disappoint you, abbot."
Happy took the handwritten copy in great excitement.
The handwritten copy immediately turned into a ball of light and was imprinted on his forehead.
"Ding!
The system gave a notification.
"Learned Shaolin Temple's Nine Yang Skill. Emei Sect's Nine Yang Skill has been upgraded to Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill. Its effects have increased. If you search for Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill, you will be able to complete Nine Yang Divine Skill!"
Happy checked his own status with excitement.
[Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill: Lvl 1.00]
[Strengthened qi cultivation technique for Nine Yang Skill. Circulate Nine Yang Skill, increase the recovery speed of qi, and it is double the recovery speed of one page of Nine Yang Skill. Increase resistance toward soft and cold qi, and reduce the influence of soft and cold qi by 80%.]
Even though Emei Sect's Nine Yang Skill had disappeared and its level had returned to zero, when Happy saw the attributes of Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill, he was instantly filled with confidence.
The double recovery speed did not just refer to the recovery speed when he circulated his qi, but also when he fought, Nine Yang Skill would circulate on its own, and his recovery speed would increase by leaps and bounds. He would no longer need to worry about using up a large amount of qi when he used his martial arts.
With double recovery speed, he could ensure that his qi would always be at a relatively full state, as long as he did not use Ten True Dragon Styles too often.
"Amitabha."
The loud Buddhist chant shifted Happy's attention from Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill to the abbot. For the first time ever, he thought that the old monk was actually rather cute.
"Patron, since you have obtained Shaolin Temple's Nine Yang Skill as you wished, I will now enter the temple to carry out the ritual for Martial Nephew Yuan Mie to return to the temple. In the future, we welcome you to visit Shaolin Temple at any time."
"Thank you for fulfilling my wish, abbot. I will take my leave now."
Even though he had obtained two pages of Nine Yang Skill, he still lacked one page of Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill.
Only when he obtained the complete Nine Yang Divine Skill would he have enough confidence to face One Emperor, the man who had been invincible for more than three years in his previous life.
However, once he left Shaolin Temple, Happy returned to Punishment Mount for some strange reason, and he arrived at the back of the mountain that was always shrouded in white fog.
Right when he stood still, an old sigh rose beside his ears!
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