Chapter 1226: Buddhist Sect Expert

"This old man, Can Ku, is indeed the person in charge of this Pavilion. Actually, I already knew something about your intentions, Fellow Daoist, through the sound-transmission talisman of Shopkeeper Zhang. But this is not a place for conversation. How about you come to the hall with me for a chat?" The plump old man clasped his fleshy hands and said with unusual politeness.

On his ten fingers, he actually wore a ring of completely different styles on each; some flashed with dazzling light, while others were dull and ancient, which was truly amazing.

"Naturally, that's no problem. But this Great Master, may I ask how to address you?" Han Li scanned the rings on the other party's hands and nodded, but then his gaze shifted, landing on a monk beside Can Ku, and he asked without changing his expression.

This monk wore a light yellow monk's robe and had delicate features, looking like a teenager of sixteen or seventeen. But judging from the terrifying spiritual pressure emanating from his body, he didn't know which old monster of the Buddhist Sect at the mid-Nascent Soul stage he was.

"I wouldn't dare. This poor monk is Yan Zhu!" The young monk smiled slightly and pressed his hands together in a Buddhist salute.

"Yan Zhu?" Han Li murmured, but he had no impression of this name in his mind at all.

However, this wasn't strange. The high-tier cultivators of the Four Great Buddhist Sects were rarely known to ordinary cultivators, and furthermore, Han Li wasn't a person from the Great Jin, so not recognizing a Buddhist Sect Elder wasn't strange either.

But the plump old man beside him saw Han Li's indifferent expression, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes. Although it was hidden very cleverly, how could it escape Han Li's caution? His face didn't reveal any strangeness, but he was pondering in his heart.

Could this monk be a Buddhist Sect cultivator with a great reputation? Otherwise, why would this Heaven Mystery Pavilion Pavilion Master have such an expression?

But the young monk remained indifferent to Han Li's expression, just smiling without speaking, looking like a high monk who was calm and detached.

At this moment, the fair-faced middle-aged man and the cultivator surnamed Cao finally arrived at the palace gate and hurriedly went up to pay their respects to the plump old man.

But after Can Ku gave a few instructions, he dismissed the cultivator surnamed Cao, leaving only the fair-faced middle-aged man.

Then, under his humble invitation, the group entered the Heaven Mystery Hall and sat down in a hall that was clearly a side hall. Naturally, the fair-faced middle-aged man and those Core Formation cultivators could only stand on both sides.

"I heard that Fellow Daoist Han came this time to buy the secret technique for refining mustard-seed space. I wonder if this is true?" Can Ku was direct enough, asking about this matter straight to the point.

"That's right, Han did indeed come for this matter." Han Li didn't mean to beat around the bush either and admitted it frankly.

"Since Fellow Daoist wants to ask for this technique, you must have discovered a space rift yourself and want to refine it into a mustard-seed space, but don't want a second person to know the exact location of the space, right?" The plump old man smiled lightly, unconcerned.

This Heaven Mystery Pavilion Pavilion Master had a mid-Nascent Soul cultivation base, and furthermore, as the head of a force, he showed respect when facing Han Li, but he was also calm and didn't show any loss of composure.

"Fellow Daoist has indeed hit the nail on the head regarding my intentions." Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly and said indifferently.

"Hehe, ever since this Pavilion created mustard-seed space, it's not like there haven't been others like Fellow Daoist who came to ask for the refining method. These Fellow Daoists had similar intentions to Brother Han, all wanting to refine the space rifts they discovered into their own exclusive spaces, absolutely unwilling to let a second person know. And among these people, there have been great cultivators of the same stage as Fellow Daoist." Can Ku replied with a light laugh.

"Oh, and did you agree?" Han Li was truly a bit curious.

"No! Although these Fellow Daoists each guaranteed they would absolutely not leak this method to others, if this Pavilion really told them the refining method, I'm afraid things like Heaven Mystery Houses and Heaven Mystery Mansions would long ago no longer be unique creations of this sect." The plump old man said directly.

"Since Fellow Daoist acts this way, you must have another way to solve this matter. Otherwise, even if this Pavilion wouldn't do such an unwise thing..." Han Li fell silent for a moment before saying meaningfully.

"Brother Han is absolutely right. A mere Heaven Mystery Pavilion naturally wouldn't dare to offend so many fellow Daoists. Although this Pavilion hasn't handed over the refining method, we have another substitute that can equally satisfy the requirements of these Fellow Daoists." The plump old man replied with a relaxed expression.

"A substitute?" This time, Han Li was truly a bit dumbfounded.

"Actually, long ago, the previous Pavilion Master had several array masters join forces to design a set of array-arranging tools based on the principle of mustard-seed space, and then almost perfectly replicated this array using the array-arranging tools. As long as the space isn't too large, these array-arranging tools can be applied. As for the flaws, there are only two points. Since they are array-arranging tools and need to form such a large mustard-seed space, the amount of spirit stones consumed is naturally extraordinary; the cost to maintain it for a year is probably over ten thousand spirit stones. Of course, if the space itself has a spiritual vein, the spirit stones consumed can be reduced somewhat. In addition, once this kind of array-arranging tool is set up, this temporary mustard-seed space can last at most two or three thousand years. By then, the array-arranging tools will lose their effect, and the entire space will collapse on its own and can no longer be used. These two shortcomings are not worth mentioning for Fellow Daoists of your status, and as for the latter, as long as Fellow Daoist doesn't intend to use it as a place for family or sect inheritance, the lifespan is naturally more than enough. After all, even if we cultivate to the Spirit Transformation stage, our lifespan is only two thousand years." Can Ku said with a trace of self-satisfaction.

Han Li listened to these words, touched his chin, and an expression of contemplation appeared on his face.

"How about it, Fellow Daoist Han? Are you interested in this set of array-arranging tools from this Pavilion? If you are interested, this Pavilion will naturally sell a set to Fellow Daoist at a discount." The old man smiled and stared at Han Li, but a trace of craftiness flashed deep in his eyes, as if he had calculated that Han Li would definitely agree.

But the next moment, the smile on Can Ku's face froze.

"I still intend to have the refining method for mustard-seed space." After pondering for a long time, Han Li actually shook his head.

This time, not only did the fair-faced middle-aged man standing nearby change his expression slightly, but even the monk named "Yan Zhu" who had been lowering his head and drooping his eyebrows all along raised his head a bit unexpectedly and glanced at Han Li.

"Since Fellow Daoist insists, it seems you must have your own considerations, but you should at least give me a reasonable explanation." The plump old man's eyes flickered a few times before he could only let out a long sigh. One hand placed on the side, however, was subconsciously tapping the jade armrest of the chair in a very rhythmic manner.

Han Li saw this action of the old man but turned a blind eye to it, saying calmly:

"Very simple, the space I discovered already shows signs of instability. I don't believe that just relying on a set of array-arranging tools can prevent the space from collapsing. Han is determined to obtain the refining method." Han Li stared at the plump old man and said in a tone that allowed no refusal.

Upon hearing Han Li's words, Can Ku frowned; clearly, Han Li's answer was also far beyond his expectations, and for the first time, a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

"If you want the refining method for mustard-seed space, that's fine, but let's spar first." Just at this moment, an old voice came from somewhere, and then silver light flashed, and an escape light shot into the hall from outside in the blink of an eye. After circling, a silver-robed old monk appeared from the silver light.

Seeing the old monk, Can Ku and Yan Zhu, who had been sitting, hurriedly stood up to welcome him. The plump old man couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

"Great Master Yuan Zhi, you've come!"

"Greetings, Senior Brother Yuan Zhi!"

These two actually addressed him this way.

Han Li, however, sat on the chair without moving, instead looking at this monk with great interest.

Although this monk didn't look as young as Yan Zhu, he also looked to be in his thirties, with a very scholarly appearance. It was truly impossible to connect him with that old voice.

However, Han Li had indeed heard the name Yuan Zhi. This monk seemed to be one of the three late Nascent Soul elders of the Thunder Sound Sect among the Four Great Buddhist Sects.

Unlike other great Buddhist cultivators, this person had a great reputation in the Great Jin and also served as a very rare Vajra Protector of the Buddhist Sect. He didn't seem to have a good impression of the Daoist and Confucian schools. As for other things, he didn't know much.

"So it's Great Master Yuan Zhi of the Thunder Sound Sect. I didn't expect the Great Master to be a guest elder of the Heaven Mystery Pavilion. Han is truly disrespectful." After looking at the silver-robed monk for a long time, Han Li clasped his fists and saluted while sitting on the chair with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"I don't know which sect Fellow Daoist Han comes from? This poor monk seems to have never heard of you before." Seeing Han Li's casual appearance, the silver-robed monk's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he asked directly without any politeness.

"It's not strange that Great Master Yuan Zhi doesn't recognize Han. This is also the first time I've seen a high monk of the Thunder Sound Sect!" Han Li chuckled, looking lazy.

"You might be seeing Fellow Daoist Han for the first time, Senior Brother Yuan Zhi, but you definitely haven't heard of Fellow Daoist Han's reputation for the first time." The monk Yan Zhu, who looked like a teenager, suddenly smiled lightly and said something that exceeded everyone's expectations.

Han Li's expression changed slightly, and he immediately turned his gaze to this person.

Can Ku was stunned upon hearing this, but then a look of contemplation appeared on his face.

"Oh, what does Junior Brother Yan Zhu mean by this?" The silver-robed monk was also a bit surprised.

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Han Li's expression changed slightly, and he immediately turned his head to stare at this person.

Upon hearing this, Can Ku was startled, but immediately revealed a thoughtful expression.

"Oh, what does Brother Yan Zhu mean by that?" The silver-robed monk was also somewhat surprised.

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