Although Wu Xiang was young, he had a pure heart. Stealing the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture indeed filled him with guilt, and it also made him a little prejudiced against Ding Ning. He even decided that after he fulfilled the bet, he would go to the host and confess to receive his punishment.
Seeing Ding Ning insist on not accepting the "Muscle Tendon Changing Scripture" that was already in his hands, he felt a great sense of relief and admiration for Ding Ning's character.
"Not bad, not bad. The sea of bitterness is boundless, repent and you will be saved. If you are really a greedy and shameless person, even if you get the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, I'm afraid you will not be able to cultivate it."
At this moment, an old and comforting voice suddenly sounded in the room, making Ding Ning's hair stand on end. He shouted as if he was facing a great enemy, "Who is it?"
It should be known that with his current strength and spiritual sense, there was simply no one who could approach within a hundred meters of him without him noticing.
In order to prevent people from eavesdropping, he had deliberately released his soul sense to explore the surroundings. However, this person could hide in the room without his soul sense. How could he not be frightened by such a terrifying strength?
Creak!
The door of Wu Xiang's bedroom opened and a thin old monk slowly walked out. With a gentle look in his eyes, he put his palms together and said the name of Buddha, "Amitabha. Benefactor, don't panic. This old monk has no evil intentions."
Although the other person seemed to have no evil intentions and seemed to be an ordinary person without any cultivation, Ding Ning did not dare to be careless. How could a person who could quietly hide in the room without being discovered by his soul sense be an ordinary person?
"Old grandpa, why are you here?"
Just at this moment, Wu Xiang seemed to recognize the old monk and cried out involuntarily with extreme shock.
Ding Ning was confused by him. He had thought that the old monk was a reclusive old antique of Tianyin Temple, but from the way Wu Xiang addressed him, it did not seem to be the case. After all, Wu Xiang was a very polite child. It was impossible for him to not call the elder of the sect but old grandpa.
The old monk looked kindly at Wu Xiang and said with a smile, "I've noticed it since the first day you copied the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, so I'm very curious as to who would make you go against your original intentions and risk betraying your sect to steal the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, a supreme scripture that is looked down upon by all the monks in the temple."
Ding Ning's eyes narrowed, and he immediately deduced that this old monk was indeed the hidden antique of the Tianyin Temple. However, it seemed that Wu Xiang did not know his identity, so he addressed him as Old Grandpa.
Formless pressed his palms together and said with a face full of shame, "Amitabha. This disciple is guilty. I should not have made a bet with others. In order to fulfill the bet …"
"It doesn't matter. A small bet is good for the mood and doesn't affect the big picture. It's my duty to fulfill the bet."
However, the old monk appeared to be extremely open-minded. He smiled without a care, which made the guilt in Wu Xiang's heart lessen a little.
"Senior, how should I address you? What position does he hold in the Tianyin Temple? "
Ding Ning cupped his fists respectfully and took the initiative to ask for forgiveness, "This matter was done wrongly by me. It has nothing to do with Wu Xiang. Senior, don't blame him. If you want to blame someone, blame me."
"Hehe, Sect Master Ding, you worry too much. This old monk is just curious as to who would be interested in the 'Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture' that all the monks in the Tianyin Temple have abandoned. I have no intention to punish you."
The old monk smiled amiably and waved his hand indifferently, "My name is just a form of address. This old monk has long forgotten it. You can call me nameless. As for my position, hehe, this old monk has never held any position in the Tianyin Temple. I'm just a sweeping monk in the Sutra Depository."
Nameless old monk?
A sweeping monk in the Sutra Depository?
Do you think this is a remake of the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils?
Ding Ning secretly ridiculed in his heart, but he did not dare to show it. Although this old monk was definitely not the nameless sweeping monk written by Elder Jin, he was probably more terrifying than that sweeping monk in terms of martial arts.
Wu Xiang nodded at Ding Ning to confirm the identity of the nameless old monk, "Grandpa indeed does not hold any position in the temple. As long as I can remember, he has been cleaning in the Sutra Depository. If it wasn't for grandpa appearing today, I wouldn't have known that he knows martial arts."
Ding Ning nodded in understanding. He cupped his fists again and bowed, "Senior Nameless is of noble character and unquestionable integrity. You don't pursue my previous mistakes. I thank you for your magnanimity."
The old monk laughed involuntarily, "Young benefactor, you are really cunning. You were afraid that this old monk would find trouble with you, so you actually blocked my mouth in advance. Unfortunately, you used it in the wrong place. This old monk has no intention of settling accounts with you. Let me say it again, I'm just curious as to why you want to obtain the 'Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture'."
Ding Ning did not say a word and revealed a troubled expression. What could he say? He could not possibly say that Ancestor Su Zhe had instructed him to cultivate the 'Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture'.
Wu Xiang also looked at him curiously. In reality, he was also curious about the reason why Ding Ning wanted the 'Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture'. Although the 'Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture' was described by its masters to be miraculous and omnipotent, in reality, it was only a way to strengthen the body and relax the muscles.
It might be of some use to a beginner martial artist, but to a powerful cultivator, it would be of no use at all.
However, Ding Ning did not think so. Not to mention the fact that Su Zhe would never joke with him like this, based on the nameless old monk's description of the 'Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture', he knew that the 'Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture' was not as simple as most people thought.
Seeing that the old monk was staring at him with a piercing gaze, looking as if he would not give up until he got an answer, Ding Ning deliberated over his words for a while before saying slowly, "I am a physique cultivator."
When the old monk heard this, a look of realization appeared on his face. This made Ding Ning secretly heave a sigh of relief. Indeed, his guess was right. The 'Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture' was only useful to physique cultivators. Even if other cultivators obtained it, they would not be able to see through its mysteries.
The old monk's doubts seemed to have been resolved. He clicked his tongue in admiration and said, "Almsgiver, you are indeed a man of great fortune. You have actually obtained a physique cultivator's cultivation method. I remember that the last physique cultivator I met was my registered disciple, Bodhidharma …"
Before he could finish speaking, Ding Ning felt as if his head was about to explode. He stared at the old monk in shock and stuttered in disbelief, "You … you are the master of Ancestor Bodhidharma? The nameless … senior who lives in the Little Forest Mountain. "
"Eh, you have actually heard of me. You are indeed not simple at such a young age."
The old monk did not deny it and spoke with some surprise.
Wu Xiang's face was full of confusion. He blinked his eyes and did not know what was so strange about it. However, the name 'Bodhidharma' felt somewhat familiar. Where had he heard it before? It was just that he could not recall it at the moment.
Ding Ning, on the other hand, was different. Having grown up in the secular world, he was naturally familiar with the well-known Bodhidharma. Moreover, Old Master Hai had previously told him about the origin of Shaolin Temple. Naturally, he had heard of it even more.
What era was Bodhidharma? According to his understanding, he was a figure from the Northern and Southern Dynasties. It had been more than one thousand and five hundred years since then.
Although he had seen many characters from myths and legends, they were either transmigrations or dreams. The old monk in front of him was definitely the only one he had seen on Earth. How could it be possible that he didn't have any fluctuations in his heart?
What a joke. This was the first time that a human antique who had lived for more than a thousand years had appeared in front of him. Who wouldn't be excited?
Moreover, when Bodhidharma became his disciple, the nameless old monk in front of him had already appeared as an old monk. There was no way to know how old he really was.
As for people like Xi, Athena, Susu, and the Emperor, strictly speaking, they no longer belonged to the category of normal humans. They were standard deities and could not be compared to the old monk in front of him at all.
Of course, Vampire Grand Duke Millies and the Demon Clan could not be counted. They were long-lived species and not humans. It was very normal for them to live for thousands of years.
"Yes, I was fortunate enough to hear about the story of Patriarch Bodhidharma becoming his disciple. I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true," Ding Ning answered very seriously.
Ding Ning answered very seriously. Facing such a legendary figure, he felt respect and awe from the bottom of his heart.
The old monk nodded slightly, as if he did not care about such a thing. He only had one thing in mind. "Punch me with your greatest strength."
"Ah!"
Ding Ning raised his head in shock and looked at the old monk. Seeing that he did not seem to be joking, he could not help but show a conflicted expression.
His strongest punch was the combination of nine punches after entering his second personality and entering the state of bedevilment three times. Even he himself did not know how terrifying the power of such a full-force punch was. However, he estimated that even an expert at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm would suffer greatly if he were to take on his punch without dodging it.
Although the old monk in front of him was definitely an otherworldly master, living for a long time might not mean that he was stronger than a cultivator at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm. The old monk had been amiable and did not mean to harm him, so he really did not want to punch him to death.
The old monk seemed to have noticed his hesitation. An encouraging smile appeared on his old face. "Don't worry, you can't hurt me yet. You must use your strongest strength so that I can evaluate your body-refining level and consider whether to tell you the true secret of the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture."
The true secret of the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture? Whatever, I'll go all out. Anyway, this was the old monk's request, so I can't be blamed.
Ding Ning was tempted. Although he had previously guessed that the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture was only suitable for body-refining cultivators, he really did not know what kind of secret it held.
"Then be careful, Senior. My strongest punch can instantly exhaust the power of every cell in my body. I don't know how powerful it is, either."
Although he had decided to punch, Ding Ning still kindly reminded him.
The old monk's expression was emotionless. He chanted the name of Buddha and said indifferently, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
"Then I'll make my move."
Ding Ning did not waste any time. He instantly entered the second personality and three times of demonization. A monstrous pressure filled the air, causing Wu Xiang's small face to turn pale. He had difficulty breathing and his chest felt stuffy. He retreated in fear. This was the result of Ding Ning deliberately restraining the pressure in his direction. Otherwise, this pressure alone could instantly crush him into a pile of flesh and blood.
The old monk felt Ding Ning's terrifying pressure. A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, but he was not afraid. With a wave of his hand, a golden light left his body and enveloped Wu Xiang's body. Only then did he feel much better.
"I'm coming."
The combination of the second personality and the three times of demonization made Ding Ning feel like a volcano that was about to erupt. He had the urge to spit it out. With a loud shout, he instantly punched out eighty-one punches, which merged into one, towards the old monk.
Facing such a terrifying pressure, even the confident old monk did not dare to ignore it. He softly chanted Buddhist scriptures. Suddenly, his body shone with golden light, and he turned into a dignified Buddha, standing firm and unmoving.
Ding Ning felt that the power in every cell in his body was instantly sucked out. It was as if the floodgates had been opened. The power flowed along his right arm and gathered on his fist. As he waved his fist, it was released.
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