Chapter 42

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"Venerable Zhongxin, I would like to gather all the senior and junior monks to discuss matters. I wonder if His Highness plans to continue touring Shaolin or to rest?" Zhongxin asked.

"I would like to visit the Sutra Pavilion. May I?" Zhao Hao asked.

Seeing the hesitation in Zhongxin's eyes, Zhao Hao smiled faintly and said, "I do not need to view martial arts techniques; I just want to browse through the Buddhist scriptures. The classics contain great wisdom."

Zhongxin's expression relaxed, and he then realized that with Zhao Hao's current martial arts skills, the Seventy-Two Unique Techniques of Shaolin were indeed no longer of interest.

Only a martial art of the level of the *Yi Jin Jing* could make Zhao Hao take a second look.

Thinking of this, Zhongxin nodded and said, "I will take His Highness to the Sutra Pavilion. Please follow me, Your Highness."

The Sutra Pavilion was located on the back mountain. As Zhao Hao passed by, he suddenly stopped.

"What is this?" Zhao Hao's eyes were filled with shock.

A huge sword mark, from top to bottom, spread wildly.

From a distance, Zhao Hao vaguely felt the indomitable sword intent.

Wild, arrogant, and defiant, it was so powerful that it was despair-inducing.

With Zhao Hao's current martial arts skills, leaving a mark on the stone wall was not difficult, but to leave such a huge sword mark would require at least twenty more years of cultivation.

Is there still such a powerful swordsman in the world today?

When Zhao Hao came to his senses, he noticed that Zhongxin was looking at him with a more complex gaze.

"Your Highness, what did you feel?" Zhongxin asked.

Zhao Hao closed his eyes and carefully recalled the sensation, muttering, "An indomitable sword intent, wild, arrogant, and defiant, powerful, and somewhat familiar."

By the end, even Zhao Hao was uncertain.

Because Zhao Hao had never seen such an outstanding swordsman.

If he had really met such an outstanding swordsman and felt such a powerful sword intent before, Zhao Hao would never forget it.

However, that vague sense of familiarity refused to go away.

Hearing Zhao Hao's words, Zhongxin's body trembled, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

"Could Your Highness know the senior who left this sword mark?" Zhongxin asked.

Zhao Hao shook his head and said seriously, "I have never seen him, and it is hard to imagine how high his martial arts skills are. In the world today, there is probably no one who can match him."

"Not just in the world today," Zhongxin said with a bitter smile.

"Can the abbot introduce me to this senior?" Zhao Hao asked.

Shaolin Temple is a holy place of martial arts, with countless experts and unfathomable depth.

To leave such an indomitable sword mark in such a powerful Shaolin Temple, and to do so with such wild and arrogant flair, is something that inspires awe.

"Speaking of which, this is a part of our temple's history that we do not wish to recall. At that time, this senior challenged the world with his sword, finding it hard to be defeated. He eventually came to Shaoshi Mountain with his sword, and after a great battle, he left, leaving this sword mark. Since then, our temple has closed its doors to visitors, and half of the reason is due to this senior." Zhongxin's tone was a mix of admiration and unhidden shame.

Clearly, this senior's strength was so great that Shaolin was at a loss.

For Shaolin Temple, this was a stain that could not be easily washed away. However, for such a level of strength, you can hate him, but you cannot help but admire him.

Zhao Hao could tell that Shaolin Temple's defeat in that battle was severe.

"May I know the senior's name?" Zhao Hao asked.

Zhongxin hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head, saying, "Our temple has not passed down his name, and this senior has never returned to Shaoshi Mountain since then."

Zhao Hao saw that Zhongxin was holding back but did not press further.

Everyone has their secrets, and for Shaolin Temple, this is a true disgrace. It is normal for Zhongxin not to want to talk about it.

Zhao Hao had no intention of forcing the issue.

Just looking at this sword mark and feeling this sword intent, Zhao Hao found it hard to calm down.

This wild and unrestrained martial path is what he has always strived for.

But the enemies in this life are too powerful, and Zhao Hao bears too much responsibility in this life.

A true man should not shirk his responsibilities.

"There will be an opportunity. One day, I will also reach this level, with a sword in hand, asking who in the world is a hero." Zhao Hao clenched his fists.

"Let's go to the Sutra Pavilion." Zhao Hao said solemnly.

Rice must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked one step at a time.

Zhao Hao has enough patience.

"Your Highness, this is the Sutra Pavilion. Most of the Buddhist classics are on the first floor, and most of the martial arts secrets are on the second floor." Zhongxin introduced as they entered the Sutra Pavilion.

Zhao Hao nodded and said, "Regardless of whether the matter succeeds or not, there will be no conflict between me and Shaolin Temple. Later, I hope to stay in the Sutra Pavilion for a longer time. Since I was young, I have read many Daoist scriptures and gained many insights. The classics contain profound meanings and the wisdom of many sages. Daoist scriptures are like this, and I believe Buddhist scriptures are the same. There is no better place in the world to read Buddhist scriptures than the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple."

Buddhism and Daoism are doctrines that have been passed down for thousands of years and will continue to be passed down.

Throughout this process, countless wise men have devoted themselves to these doctrines, adding to the teachings of Buddhism and Daoism.

In the world today, no one dares to claim to have mastered both Buddhism and Daoism.

It is hard to imagine how much wisdom is contained within these teachings.

What Zhao Hao aims to do is to make himself as well-versed as possible.

This will not significantly enhance Zhao Hao's strength, but the impact will be lasting and permanent.

The more books you read, the more you realize your own ignorance.

Therefore, learning is endless.

Zhao Hao has never wanted to be just a martial artist.

Obtaining the *Daming Xinjing* was a turning point in Zhao Hao's life.

What Zhao Hao aims to do is to make himself worthy of this fortuitous encounter.

Mud cannot be shaped into a wall, and the power of a golden finger never represents oneself.

Zhao Hao has never lost his way.

This opportunity is a once-in-a-thousand-years chance.

For this, Zhao Hao is willing to endure any hardship.

When the opportunity comes, you must seize it tightly.

"Your Highness is indeed no ordinary person. The doors of Shaolin Temple will always be open to you." Zhongxin sighed in admiration.

A person with an enviable background and astonishing talent is already enough to stand out.

If this person is also diligent, it is very difficult for them not to succeed.

"Abbot, please go. I will wait for your good news." Zhao Hao said.

"I will take my leave." Zhongxin bowed and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion.

Seeing Zhongxin leave the Sutra Pavilion, Zhao Hao smiled faintly.

There were still people in the Sutra Pavilion, but as long as they were not the Sweeper Monk, they had no significance to Zhao Hao.

Soon, Zhao Hao found his target—the *Lengyan Jing*.

Zhao Hao did not know that the storm he had caused was just beginning.

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"Abbot, what did you say the name of the Crown Prince is?" A red-robed monk's voice trembled.

"His Highness is named Zhao Hao." Zhongxin's expression was also incomparably complex.

"What?"

"Zhao Hao?"

"Is it really him?"

"Is this a coincidence, or is it really that person?"