Chapter 37

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"The Nine Yang Manual," in the end, is just a martial art.

It can indeed significantly enhance Zhao Hao's strength, but that's all.

What if the Nine Yang reaches its peak?

It would just be a smaller version of Zhang Wuji.

For such a martial art that can be seen through, Zhao Hao has never had much interest.

If he wants to transcend and achieve enlightenment, what Zhao Hao needs is a martial art with infinite possibilities.

For example, "The Nine Yin Manual."

For example, "The Yi Jin Jing."

These two martial arts can be compatible with any martial art in the world.

Their greatest function is not to compete in strength or to enhance power.

They merely solidify your foundation and strengthen it.

A tall building rises from the ground.

And martial arts like "The Nine Yang Manual" and the "Nine Swords of Dugu" help you build the building.

The buildings they build might be very solid, but that's not what Zhao Hao wants.

Everyone's path, in the end, needs to be walked by themselves.

And some martial arts, if you practice them, will fix your path.

Changing course halfway is not easy.

How old was Zhang Sanfeng when he established the Wudang School?

And how many Zhang Sanfengs are there in the world?

Zhao Hao's talent is not weak, but he does not dare to claim that he is more outstanding than Zhang Sanfeng.

And with the countless pieces of information from the future, Zhao Hao has an advantage that Zhang Sanfeng could never match.

Zhao Hao naturally needs to make good use of this advantage to minimize detours.

Zhao Hao wants to become the best in the world, not just the best in the "The Return of the Condor Heroes" world.

Therefore, from the beginning, Zhao Hao's vision has never been limited to the "The Return of the Condor Heroes" world.

The universe is vast, with countless extraordinary martial arts. Why be tempted by fleeting allure?

As the first world Zhao Hao experiences, his goal from the beginning has been to lay a solid foundation.

To give up is to gain. Only by giving up can you gain.

Sometimes, rejecting temptation is more important than moving forward bravely.

Compared to the Shaolin Temple's supreme martial art, "The Yi Jin Jing," the "Nine Yang Manual," which is currently ignored, is undoubtedly more powerful.

But since Zhao Hao has made up his mind, he has no intention of changing it.

Moreover, Zhao Hao has never planned to take it by force. He wants the Shaolin Temple to willingly hand over the "Yi Jin Jing" to him.

In life, cunning and tyranny ultimately cannot last.

The righteous path, acting with integrity and overwhelming force, is the long-term strategy.

Although the Shaolin Temple is in seclusion, it is not closed to visitors.

So-called seclusion merely means they do not involve themselves in the affairs of the world.

There are still believers who come to worship, and there are still guest monks to welcome and send off visitors.

After all, the monks of the Shaolin Temple also need to live.

Relying on the mountain is just an empty phrase.

For a sect like the Shaolin Temple, what they can rely on is their followers.

Zhao Hao, alone and penniless, soon arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

"Amitabha, greetings, sir." As soon as Zhao Hao stepped into the Shaolin Temple, a guest monk came forward to greet him.

The Shaolin Temple, with its thousand-year tradition, has its unique way of treating people.

And although Zhao Hao was dressed simply, he was never one to neglect himself.

His simple blue robe, though elegant, only those with excellent discernment could appreciate the value of this hand-made garment.

Zhao Hao nodded to the guest monk, not wasting time, and directly said, "I have some matters to discuss with your abbot. Could you please inform him?"

The guest monk was taken aback and his face showed a look of difficulty.

After all, he was just a guest monk and could not make decisions for the abbot.

"I wonder what business you have? The abbot is usually in seclusion and rarely manages the temple affairs," the guest monk said.

The guest monk was not being evasive. Zhao Hao knew that what the guest monk said was true.

The main reason was that the Shaolin Temple was in seclusion and not involved in the affairs of the world, so there was nothing that required the abbot's personal attention.

The Shaolin Temple, at this time, was merely opening its doors to welcome visitors and quietly accumulating strength.

In this situation, the position of abbot was essentially a figurehead.

However, the abbot was still the abbot. Even if he was a figurehead, his status remained.

What Zhao Hao needed to do next required the abbot's approval.

Therefore, he had to meet the current abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

"Master, please present this token to the abbot. He will naturally see me," Zhao Hao took out a blood-red token, on which was engraved a clenched fist.

When the guest monk saw the token, his pupils involuntarily contracted. He respectfully took the token and said to Zhao Hao, "Please wait in the guest room, sir. I will inform the abbot immediately."

The guest monk, who welcomed and saw off visitors, was more sensitive to the affairs of the world and had a higher discernment than other monks in the Shaolin Temple.

The blood-red token in Zhao Hao's hand was not a secret. It was the symbol of the Power Sect.

Every disciple of the Power Sect had their own token, also engraved with a clenched fist.

However, the token Zhao Hao took out was blood-red.

In the entire Power Sect, only two people had such a token.

The leader, who rules the world.

The deputy leader, the Empress Flower.

Although the Shaolin Temple claimed to be uninvolved in worldly affairs, they could not be completely unaware of the Power Sect.

Living in this world, no one can truly be detached from it.

And anyone who could produce a blood-red token was certainly qualified to have the abbot of the Shaolin Temple meet them.

Zhao Hao waved his hand and said, "Master, please go ahead. I am visiting the Shaolin Temple for the first time and would like to visit the Great Hero Hall."

The guest monk hesitated for a moment and then said, "Please feel free, sir. I will be back shortly."

Inside the Shaolin Temple, the guest monk was not worried about Zhao Hao having ulterior motives.

Although the Shaolin Temple's reputation had been low for nearly a hundred years, it was not to be taken lightly.

The guest monk quickly went to report Zhao Hao's situation to the abbot, while Zhao Hao entered the Great Hero Hall.

Looking at the Buddha statue, cast in gold and seated high above, Zhao Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp.

At that moment, the Great Hero Hall was empty, with only Zhao Hao present.

Zhao Hao never knelt or bowed; he merely gazed at the massive Buddha statue.

Solemn and dignified, awe-inspiring without anger.

"One flower, one world; one tree, one life; one grass, one paradise; one leaf, one Buddha; one grain of sand, one bliss; one square, one pure land; one smile, one dust; one thought, one tranquility. The 'Sutra of the Original Vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva' says that in the three thousand great worlds, all grasses, trees, forests, rice, hemp, bamboo, reeds, mountains, rocks, and dust. Each thing is a number, each number a Ganges. Each grain of sand in the Ganges is a world. Within each world, each grain of dust is an eon. Within each eon, the accumulated dust is an eon. Is the Buddha you, my lord?" Zhao Hao's eyes were deep, black light flickering, filled with a light that no one could understand.

At that moment, a clear voice sounded behind Zhao Hao: "Amitabha, I am Zhongxin, greetings, sir."

Zhao Hao turned around and saw the monk in front of him. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he blurted out, "What a fine monk with red lips and white teeth."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the monk's face, and he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I am Zhongxin, temporarily serving as the abbot of the Shaolin Temple."

Zhao Hao was taken aback.

Because in front of him was a young monk, not much older than himself.

A young monk with red lips and white teeth, who was still a bit shy in his speech.

He was actually the abbot of the Shaolin Temple?