The City of Terror

Chapter 530 - True Disposition

Chapter 530: Chapter 530 – True Disposition

In the next moment, Shi Yan Zhen opened his eyes wide.

He didn’t see Wei Xiao Bei do an approach run, nor strike a pose. When Wei Xiao Bei walked under the cliff, he lightly stepped on the ground and immediately became a shadow, quickly climbing up the precipice.

I-i-i-isn’t this simply too fast?

In truth, Wei Xiao Bei had not even activated [Unobstructed Path] and simply relied on his physical body.

For him, climbing this precipice was simply too easy

Now that he had reached a certain level of strength and control, he could do many unimaginable things that normal humans could not.

It must be said that Shi Yan Zhen’s Qinggong was not bad. The Qingong that he trained in was called the Ancient Ape Arts or Guyuangong. If one learned it in-depth enough, then passing over mountain ridges would be easy.

However, he was only a Negative Jing expert. Seeing how fast Wei Xiao Bei was, he had become absent-minded and lost his hold.

When he came to his senses, he was already falling to the ground.

The impact from dropping from a height of 30 meters was enough to heavily injure him, let alone the damage the pointed rocks at the bottom would deal.

Shi Yan Zhen hurriedly extended his hands to grab onto the wall. However, even if he had grabbed onto a rock, the stone walls that had been eroded by the wind could not bear the force of his fall and immediately collapsed.

Due to the force that he used, he had pushed himself farther away from the precipice.

I’m screwed!

Shi Yan Zhen’s heart darkened as the wind beside his ears raged. Once he falls, even if he did not die, he would be crippled!

However, at this moment, Shi Yan Zhen could hear a strong whoosh beside him and his body immediately stopped falling. A hand grabbed onto his shoulders and a voice sounded, “Careful!”

Afterward, Shi Yan Zhen felt his eyesight dim as his body was quickly lifted up.

He did not even pay any attention to the rocks falling on his body.

After a bit of time, Shi Yan Zhen felt his eyes brighten. He noticed that he had already reached the top of the precipice, and the hand on his shoulders let go.

“Reverend Yan Zhen, being distracted is no good.”

A familiar sound came from beside him as he regained his consciousness.

When he had fallen down, it was Wei Xiao Bei who saved him.

Seeing Wei Xiao Bei smile, Shi Yan Zhen was ashamed as he reflected on his thoughts and sighed, “Amitabha Buddha, this small monk thanks benefactor Wei. My master is this way, I would like to ask benefactor Wei to follow me.”

There was no doubt that Wei Xiao Bei had dispelled the Shi Yan Zhen’s arrogance, causing him to refer to himself as a small monk instead of a poor monk.

The precipice was hundreds of meters tall. At the top was an empty space made of limestone slates with deep footprints on it. On the side were some weapons, stone locks, and other equipment.

It appears to be a martial arts training ground.

This was natural. With so many visitors to the Shaolin Temple, if they did not put the training grounds of the Dharma Palace in a remote place, then where would the monks train in martial arts? They would be disturbed by the visitors and some curious maidens who could distract their psyche.

The edge of the empty space was surrounded by courtyard walls with a Chinese classical arch. After passing through the arch, there was a small courtyard with many pine and cypress trees that appeared in his field of view.

In the middle of the courtyard were a stone table and stone benches. There, an old man was sitting on the stone bench and slowly enjoying tea.

“Master, I have invited benefactor Wei.”

Seeing the old monk, Shi Yan Zhen immediately went to report.

The old monk hung down his brows and sighed as he looked at Shi Yan Zhen. How could he not know that Shi Yan Zhen had blundered in front of Wei Xiao Bei? He could already see it just from his dejected appearance.

“Amitabha Buddha. Benefactor Wei, please forgive this poor monk for not personally welcoming you.”

The old monk looked at Wei Xiao Bei with a smile.

Facing this, Wei Xiao Bei did not feel anything. In terms of age or identity, he could not compare. The other person was the master of the Dharma Palace and his martial arts senior. Even his own master might not display the etiquette of a disciple in front of him.

“Bajiquan Wei Xiao Bei greets reverend.”

Wei Xiao Bei respectfully cupped his hands towards the old monk.

After greeting each other, the old monk invited Wei Xiao Bei to sit down and drink tea.

In truth, Wei Xiao Bei had seen this scene many times in Wuxia novels. He did not feel constrained as he sat down, picked up a cup of tea, and tasted it without frowning. However, he wanted to curse.

What kind of tea is this? It tastes just like powdered tea.

Didn’t the Shaolin Temple have a lot of money? How could they treat guests this poorly?

Seeing Wei Xiao Bei sit down, Shi Yan Zhen went up to his master who asked him to face the wall and reflect on his misdeeds for one year because he had looked down on Wei Xiao Bei.

Hearing this, Wei Xiao Bei could not help but bitterly smile. Shi Yan Zhen was too honest. It should be fine to hide these thoughts in his heart but he had actually said them out loud. This made Wei Xiao Bei feel a bit awkward.

“Reverend, Yan Zhen did not do anything wrong, why punish him?”

At this time, Wei Xiao Bei felt he had to say something, or else it would be too awkward.

“There is no need for this poor monk to be punished. Yan Zhen, you have comprehended to look into your own nature and reflected on it. I am very gratified as your master.”

The old monk’s expression did not change in the slightest as he continued to stare at the tea in his hands. Wei Xiao Bei could not really understand his words, but could only show that he understood a bit.

Wei Xiao Bei could feel that after reverend Yan Zhen asked to be punished, the imposing aura of his body had changed. It had lost its stiffness as if he was about to make a breakthrough.

This surprised Wei Xiao Bei a bit.

Shaolin martial arts was truly a bit different.

Shaolin monks needed to train in martial arts to protect Buddha’s teachings, and they also needed to learn the essence of Buddhism. Thus, Shaolin martial arts had close ties with Buddhism.

After Shi Yan Zhen made this decision, it was as if he was in a Wuxia novel, such that once his heart had cleared up, his martial attainment would also increase.

It seems that I need to visit the Sutra Depository Pavilion of the Shaolin Temple.

Wei Xiao Bei faintly sensed that the Shaolin Temple would be his paradise, and his gains would outweigh his visit to other sects.

Once Shi Yan Zhen left, the old monk thanked Wei Xiao Bei. After all, Wei Xiao Bei had saved Shi Yan Zhen.

Wei Xiao Bei was not a naive man who would let things pass with just a simple thankyou.

“The Shaolin Temple holds great power in the martial arts world. I have always admired the Shaolin Temple. I hear that your noble temple’s Sutra Depository Pavillion holds many martial art scriptures. Is it possible for me to go and take a look?”

Wei Xiao Bei brushed on the fact before going to the main topic.

Hearing Wei Xiao Bei’s words, the old monk’s brows trembled a bit. Just when Wei Xiao Bei thought that the other party was going to refuse, the old monk opened his mouth, “The Sutra Depository Pavilion is one of the most important places of our temple. Even our temple’s disciples cannot enter without permission.”

Anyone would think that the old monk was going to refuse the request, but to Wei Xiao Bei’s ears, he happily interpreted a different meaning.

These words were superficial, but the important point was just about to come.

Wei Xiao Bei immediately roused his spirits, thinking about what other conditions the other party would propose.

After all, even if Wei Xiaobei came to sit in the other party’s position, it would not be possible for people to arbitrarily enter a martial arts center like Zang Jingge.

“However, since the benefactor saved Yan Zhen once, I can give up some face and help you with this matter. I can go to the pavilion master and ask for a favor to let benefactor Wei enter the Sutra Depository Pavilion for three days. What do you think of this?”

As Wei Xiao Bei had expected, the old monk expressed some conditions.

“Three days?”

Wei Xiao Bei frowned. Although his learning attribute was high, along with his ability [Ten Lines at a Glance], he could read books very fast, there were tens of thousands of books in the Sutra Depository Pavillion. He would probably need a week to finish reading them all.

“Three days is too short. I might not even be able to finish a single book, how about a month?”

Wei Xiao Bei smiled bitterly and didn’t ask anything at all, but complained to the old month.

“A month? Benefactor must be joking. Three days would already require this poor monk to put in a lot of effort. After all, this already goes against the temple’s rules. How about a week?”

Seeing Wei Xiao Bei’s appearance, the old monk knew that if he did not yield at least a little, it would be impossible for him to repay the debt. Thus, he added four more days.

Afterward, no matter how many times Wei Xiao Bei implored, the old monk did not agree to add more.

This was normal. If Wei Xiao Bei was in the master’s position and an outsider wanted to borrow the secret scriptures of Bajiquan from him, he would also restrict the time to the lowest limit and would not budge.

Seeing this, Wei Xiao Bei did not say anything more and moved the topic to the old monk’s request.

However, the old monk’s matter stunned Wei Xiao Bei.

Originally, the old monk wanted to ask Wei Xiao Bei to enter the Dust World to save someone!

In truth, upon hearing this, Wei Xiao Bei had thought of killing him on the spot to hide this secret.

After calming down, he admitted that he was a bit too impulsive at the time.

However, he was truly unable to calm down as the other party now knew of his secret. It was as if someone had told him his father was not his biological father, and that the neighbor was actually his true father.

Whilst this comparison might not be appropriate, he felt the same level of agitation.

After pondering a bit more, Wei Xiao Bei was much calmer.

It was very simple. Although there were only a few people who could enter the Dust World, it did not mean there were none. On the other hand, the Shaolin Temple was so huge that having a few people enter the Dust World felt normal. Thus it was normal for the old monk to know about this matter.

The only other thing he noticed was that the old monk was actually able to determine that he could enter the Dust World. Coming to this conclusion required great wisdom and knowledge.

Could this truly be telepathy?

Thinking about this, Wei Xiao Bei did not hesitate and his hidden eyes behind his sunglasses opened immediately.

Activate Enlightenment!

The status of the old monk immediately floated up in his line of sight.

In the next moment, Wei Xiao Bei was stunned as he saw the status.