Chapter 671

Learning from Di Shitian, he had secretly climbed to the peak of Qinglong.

Perhaps the great Longshou would also take him in, just as he had with Di Shitian.

That way, he would also be able to learn all of this a bit earlier.

Thinking of this, he fiercely took another piece of pastry, then said faintly to Di Shitian,

"Old Xu! I really do envy you!"

"Hm? Envy me for what?"

Di Shitian had no idea what was going on; naturally, he did not know what Wu Wudi was thinking.

With the refreshing tea and pastries, the awkwardness between Wu Wudi and the Qinglong Society was, at last, completely set aside.

In this council hall, they were no longer two opposing sides.

On the contrary, Wu Wudi chatted and laughed with them as if he had already joined the Qinglong Society.

During the conversation, they also touched upon the martial Dao.

Among those present, Wu Wudi's cultivation realm was the highest.

He held nothing back, sharing his own martial Dao with them.

Although his martial Dao still fell short of Ximen Wudi's, it was considerably higher than these men's.

With his martial Dao as a reference, everyone felt they had gained much.

Zhang Daoling grew even more excited, gesticulating wildly as he stood up,

"Brother Wu, your earlier suggestions regarding the Thunder Art—I find them very reasonable. I've had a sudden insight and need to go into closed-door cultivation to digest it.

I cannot stay longer; if I have offended in any way, please be magnanimous!"

After this round of conversation, the few of them had indeed grown familiar with one another.

Wu Wudi insisted that they drop all distinctions of seniority and simply call him Brother Wu.

Only Di Shitian was different—since Wu Wudi called him Old Xu, he insisted on calling Wu Wudi Little Wu.

Hearing this form of address, Wu Wudi could not help but want to laugh inside.

Old Xu, do you know?

My son is called Little Wu!

Naturally, Wu Wudi would not say this out loud. Hearing that Zhang Daoling had gained an insight, he knew it was hard-won and immediately said,

"Brother Zhang, hurry along—pay no heed to such empty formalities."

"Good! Farewell."

Zhang Daoling did not stand on ceremony; his figure flashed, and he vanished.

Seeing that Wu Wudi's discourse on the martial Dao had benefited Zhang Daoling considerably, Senior Xiaoyaozi offered a word of praise before saying,

"Brother Wu, since you have treated us in good faith,

our Qinglong Society naturally will not shortchange one of its own. Let me tell you how to break the blood curse."

"I'm all ears!"

Wu Wudi's eyes lit up; he had come to the Qinglong Society precisely for this.

It was only after this heartfelt exchange that he found himself in no hurry.

Now that Senior Xiaoyaozi had brought up the main business, he was naturally glad to listen.

"Do you know the origin of this blood curse?"

Senior Xiaoyaozi's expression turned odd; he deliberated for a moment before asking.

"Our ancestors recorded that, a thousand years ago, there was an unrivaled supreme expert named Shi Dingtian. This man was originally a top-tier expert of the orthodox path.

But for some unknown reason, he fell into the demonic path and became cruel and bloodthirsty.

It is said that the Great Evil King—that ultimate demonic divine weapon—was forged by this very man after slaughtering ten thousand people.

My ancestor, Wu Wuer, in order to save all living beings, took action and fought him.

In the end, he was no match, defeated and perished.

Before dying, consumed by unwillingness, he used his life's cultivation and soul to curse the descendants of my Wu family.

Generation after generation, no martial Dao prodigies shall appear; and should one appear, they shall die untimely before the age of forty."

The origin of this blood curse actually reached back a thousand years!

After hearing Wu Wudi's account, the expressions of those present all turned somewhat strange.

Dugu Jian deliberated for a moment, then said,

"Brother Wu, are you certain this record was passed down from your ancestors?"

"Hm? What do you mean by that, Brother Dugu?"

An uneasy feeling flashed through Wu Wudi's heart.

After thinking it over carefully, he realized that the so-called ancestral record of the blood curse's origin was, in fact, somewhat off.

Because the so-called ancestral record actually came from the Monk Emperor!

The foremost diviner of Yunzhou, revered as emperor by countless monks, the close friend of Xiao Sanxiao—the Monk Emperor!

Yet this man was of high virtue and prestige, and wore the look of one who pitied all under heaven.

How could he possibly use falsehoods to deceive him?

Just as he was thinking this, Dugu Jian said to Di Shitian,

"Mr. Xu, you've lived the longest—why don't you tell us what really happened back then!"

Having consumed phoenix blood, Di Shitian had long lost count of how many years he had lived.

As for events of a thousand years ago, he naturally knew them inside out.

But since it was none of his concern, he naturally had not paid it any heed back then.

Now that Wu Wudi had cleared the air with him, and he might join the Qinglong Society.

When it came to his own people, Di Shitian naturally knew what to do.

Di Shitian looked at Wu Wudi, deliberated for a moment, then slowly recounted the secret affair of those years.

Originally, in the very beginning, there was no such peerless evil divine weapon as the Great Evil King at all.

In earlier years, the Yunzhou Wu Lin was still led by the Qidamen Sect.

Among them, Yunzhou Shaolin was the most powerful of the Qidamen Sect.

Within Shaolin, each generation would produce a divine monk, revered as the sovereign by monks great and small throughout the land — this was the Monk Sovereign.

That year, two reincarnated divine monks appeared.

One had the dharma name Wu Hui, the other had the dharma name Wen Hui.

Both bore the mark of a divine monk's reincarnation, so Shaolin could not decide for the moment which of them should inherit the position of Monk Sovereign.

In the end, after deliberation between the Shaolin Abbot and the Seven Elders of the Heart Chan Hall, it was decided that the two would compete openly.

They would cultivate Wu Gong and Buddhist dharma side by side; whoever proved superior would inherit the position of Monk Sovereign.

Wu Hui was true to his dharma name — apart from Wu Gong, he could not even get the Jin Gang Sutra into his head when it came to Buddhist dharma.

Wen Hui, on the other hand, aside from being slightly weaker in Wu Gong, could recite Buddhist scriptures at will — and more critically, he had even ventured into the path of fate-divination that no previous Monk Sovereign had ever touched.

The reason was that the path of fate-divination was truly not the way of Fomen.

Yet once he delved into the study of fate-divination, it actually corroborated with Buddhist dharma.

Gradually he hit upon a new key, forging a path that no previous Monk Sovereign had ever walked.

Therefore the Shaolin Abbot and the Seven Elders of the Heart Chan Hall no longer waited for the day of the contest, and without notifying Wu Hui, directly announced that Wen Hui had become the new Monk Sovereign.

After assuming the position of Monk Sovereign, Wen Hui further relied on the Buddhist relics left by previous Monk Sovereigns and actually refined the unprecedented Mirror of the Mind.

This Mirror of the Mind could not only observe the past and future, but could also examine karma.

The most crucial secret was that it seemed able to communicate with the Buddha!

From then on, Wen Hui's position as Monk Sovereign was as steady as Taishan; the world, including Shaolin, no longer addressed him as Wen Hui.

From the Shaolin Abbot downward, all members of the Wu Lin respectfully addressed him as Monk Sovereign.

The renown of every previous Monk Sovereign was eclipsed by him.

When one spoke of the Monk Sovereign, only this one remained!

Now back to Wu Hui.

After losing his inheritance of the Monk Sovereign's throne, he was naturally resentful and indignant.

He believed it was the Shaolin higher-ups showing favoritism to the Monk Sovereign, not that he himself was unfit.