Chapter 45

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In the coming days, Zhao Hao lived a leisurely life, reading ancient Buddhist scriptures and enjoying a peaceful existence.

A storm was brewing, and this period was the last calm before the storm.

What was to come would inevitably arrive, and Zhao Hao was well-prepared.

When you decide to do something, you don't have to talk about it all the time.

Action is always more powerful than words.

And Zhao Hao's presence became increasingly contradictory.

His demeanor grew more serene and distant.

With a wealth of knowledge from both Buddhist and Taoist scriptures, Zhao Hao naturally exuded the aura of a hermit and a high monk.

But if you really looked into Zhao Hao's eyes, no one would think he was as indifferent as he appeared.

There was a fire in Zhao Hao's eyes.

Everyone who met his gaze could feel the intense passion behind his eyes.

This was certainly not the demeanor of someone with a heart as still as water.

"Your Highness, what realm have you reached? I can't see through you anymore," Zhongxin said with a bitter smile.

Over this period, Zhongxin and Zhao Hao had become much closer.

Zhao Hao smiled faintly and said, "If I said I don't know, you wouldn't believe me, but I really don't."

Zhongxin frowned.

Seeing Zhongxin's puzzled look, Zhao Hao explained, "In martial arts, there are no specific realms. Only the individual knows their own level. Can you accurately describe the current realm of the Five Greats?"

Zhongxin shook his head.

"That's right. The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name. Some things cannot be explained in words, nor do they need to be. We just need to enjoy the essential evolution of life," Zhao Hao said.

"Your Highness is truly a prodigy. Even in Shaolin, the number of people who can cultivate the *Yi Jin Jing* can be counted on one hand," Zhongxin sighed in admiration.

"That's because they treat the *Yi Jin Jing* as just another martial art and ignore its true wonders," Zhao Hao said.

"How can you guide me, Your Highness?" Zhongxin asked sincerely.

As the abbot of Shaolin, Zhongxin had the qualifications to cultivate the *Yi Jin Jing*, but he had yet to master it.

"The *Yi Jin Jing* is essentially a Buddhist scripture, explaining the path of life evolution in Buddhism. When the *Yi Jin Jing* is fully cultivated, the body becomes like a crystal Buddha, achieving the essential elevation of life. Such a divine skill cannot be measured by the methods of ordinary martial arts. But Zhongxin, you should give up," Zhao Hao said.

Zhongxin was not much older than Zhao Hao.

Over this period, Zhao Hao had gradually started calling Zhongxin by his name.

After all, they were both young, and both were intentionally building a closer relationship.

"Why?" Zhongxin said, unwilling to give up.

The *Yi Jin Jing* was a core skill of Shaolin. As the abbot, not being able to cultivate it was a significant regret for Zhongxin.

"Since you have already started cultivating the *Nine Yang Divine Skill*, focus on this skill. Once the *Nine Yang* is fully cultivated, the internal energy will be inexhaustible, surpassing most martial arts in the world. With your talent, achieving the full cultivation of the *Nine Yang* is already a stroke of luck. Wasting time on the *Yi Jin Jing* will only lead to failure," Zhao Hao said directly.

Zhongxin could only smile bitterly.

"Can you not be so direct? Even if I don't have your talent, I'm not as incapable as you say," Zhongxin said.

Zhao Hao shook his head and said, "The *Nine Yang Divine Skill* has no specific techniques, only pure martial arts philosophy. Especially at the final stage, you must endure the intense heat and the burning sensation throughout your body, and open all the hundreds of acupoints before truly mastering the *Nine Yang Divine Skill*. Achieving full cultivation is no easy task. Even I don't have complete confidence."

Zhao Hao was speaking the truth.

Some martial arts cannot be mastered by talent alone; they also require opportunity.

The more divine the skill, the more difficult it is to cultivate.

Each divine skill has a very low applicability.

Those who are qualified to cultivate them are all geniuses among geniuses, and those who can master them are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

The *Nine Yang Divine Skill* has an extremely powerful effect when fully cultivated, but it is also very difficult to achieve.

In Zhao Hao's knowledge, only Zhang Wuji, with his extraordinary luck and the help of the *Qiankun Bag*, managed to break through dozens of barriers and fully cultivate the *Nine Yang Divine Skill*.

Apart from Zhang Wuji, no one else has achieved this, not even Jueyuan, Zhang Sanfeng's master, who did not fully cultivate the *Nine Yang Divine Skill*.

After Zhao Hao gave the *Nine Yang Divine Skill* to Shaolin, Zhongxin began to cultivate it. Although his talent was not as great as Zhao Hao's, he was still a genius, not inferior to Zhang Wuji.

He made rapid progress in a short time.

However, Zhao Hao was not optimistic about his ultimate achievement.

Of course, even if Zhao Hao said this, Zhongxin would not give up his cultivation.

To become the abbot of Shaolin, Zhongxin naturally had his own persistence.

Some things cannot be changed by what others say.

"Alright, let's not talk about this. Your Highness, are you not planning to return to the palace?" Zhongxin asked.

"Not yet, it's not the right time," Zhao Hao said, his eyes flashing.

"Your Highness, you don't have to lie to me. Although you have been trying to suppress your inner killing intent with Buddhist scriptures, remember that suppression is not the solution. The more you suppress, the more intense the outburst will be. Heart demons cannot be eliminated. No matter how many Buddhist scriptures there are, they cannot cure your heart demons," Zhongxin said.

Over this period, Zhongxin and Zhao Hao spent a lot of time together, and he naturally understood Zhao Hao. He saw the changes in Zhao Hao.

Although Zhongxin's demeanor became more serene, even more like a high monk, he knew that Zhao Hao was actually suppressing himself.

The external image and demeanor were just a disguise.

Deep within Zhao Hao's heart was a fire-like passion.

Zhongxin could sense that Zhao Hao had many desires.

He just hid them deeply, layer upon layer of hard shell.

"Who told you I'm trying to resolve my heart demons?" Zhao Hao's lips curled into a strange smile.

Zhongxin looked puzzled.

"I am nurturing my heart demons, cultivating my killing intent. Only by compressing them to the extreme can they burst forth with a shocking force. There is no better way to nurture killing intent than through Buddhist teachings. All things are interconnected and counterbalance each other. Buddhist teachings, to some extent, are also great killing techniques, though few people realize it," Zhao Hao's eyes flashed with a dark light.

Buddha and demon are separated by a thin line.

PS: To everyone, as a precaution, don't be too concerned about the timeline when reading *Zhi Jian*. Sometimes, for the sake of the plot, certain characters may be advanced or delayed.

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