860: C860 Two Body Training Meridians

C860 Two Body Training Meridians

From the initial suspicion to being called uncle-master by the abbot Cicheng, not to mention the other monks, even I was shocked.

Disperse the Divine Sense and scan the entire temple's area, I found a few hanging pictures in the depths of the temple, one of them was my master!

However, the Ren Tu that was written in the painting was not a butcher, but a traveler with an extremely high seniority.

Quietly withdrawing the Divine Sense, no one noticed, I gradually understood, my master's real name, was Ren Road.

He immediately stood out and denied it, "You must be faking it. For so many years, Ancestral Martial Aunt Ran has disappeared, and we don't even know if he's alive or dead. If you pretend in the name of Martial Granduncle, we will definitely not be able to endure it."

He slowly picked up the staff from the ground and knocked it hard onto the ground, saying kindly, "Disciple Deshan, don't be overbearing when you speak. Everything is about fairness, so if Benefactor Zhang can show evidence, then what if I, Cicheng, call him Uncle-Master?"

And the origin of his Body Refinement Scripture has a suitable explanation. Because many years ago, this Body Refinement Scripture was managed by Martial Ancestor and was obtained by our temple by chance several hundred years ago, I ask for Almsgiver Zhang to explain clearly. After all, this is a great treasure.

This Reverend Cicheng was rather polite with his words and acted rather properly.

It's just that Monk De Shan thought that I was a thief, insisted that I was a fake, and even picked on my master. He's simply unworthy to be a monk!

Thus, I gathered the Divine Sense once again and channeled a portion of my master's and my memories into their minds.

With the Divine Sense out, his memories came in handy.

Monk De Shan was shocked and his expression changed. He shouted, "What is this? "Why did you drill into my head?"

Even the few nearby monks reacted the same way. When they looked at each other, it was impossible to conceal their shock.

"This is senior granduncle!"

"Whose memories are these?"

"Is Martial Granduncle so lonely? "That's impossible!"

Cicheng was moved and asked: "Benefactor Zhang, may I ask..." "What method is this?"

"You don't need to know. All you need to know is that my identity isn't fake. Do you still doubt me now?" "No," I said.

Monk De Shan did not dare to speak anymore nonsense. After sensing the Divine Sense's memories, the way he looked at me changed. He could not help but retreat stealthily. He was so scared that his hair stood on end.

Liu Ming also felt the Divine Sense's memories, and secretly gave me a meaningful look, as if he was expressing his respect.

I nodded slightly and stepped forward. No one dared to stop me.

Cicheng lowered his posture and led the way. He smiled and said, "So it's Junior Martial Uncle. Cicheng has offended you. Since Junior Martial Uncle is here for the scripture, with Junior Martial Uncle's status, there's no harm in taking a look."

"Then lead the way, I only have a few glances, I won't steal from you, don't worry." I walked past Monk De Shan, deliberately swaggering.

The corner of Monk De Shan's mouth twitched. He was almost angered to death by me, but he still obediently followed me and called me Uncle-Master.

"..."

After arriving at an attic, I sat at the main seat with Cicheng. Monk De Shan and a few of his fellow apprentices could only stand at the side with a funny expression on their faces.

Cicheng waved his hand and immediately sent someone to fetch the scripture. As he was waiting, he said, "Martial Granduncle has been missing for many years. I didn't expect him to have a disciple. What a pity."

"Uhm, I'll just call you Reverend. Just call me Zhang Quan. I just want to ask, why did my master disappear all those years ago?" I raised my eyebrows. I really wanted to know more about Master's past.

Just then, Monk De Shan came back with a cup of tea. He changed his expression faster than a juggler, his expression full of flattery, and said with a smile: "Junior Master, how can I call you by your name? No one will be able to find out the reason for his departure. Maybe he copied a copy of the scripture and took it away, but it doesn't matter, since Martial Granduncle copied it, and is in his charge. And Young Martial Uncle, you are his disciple. "

Hearing this, what he said didn't make much of a difference.

But as I thought about it, I realized something was wrong.1

The memories of the Divine Sense could only be found in the scriptures that existed there. If the master copied it himself, then where did the memories of the Divine Sense come from?

Because I have tried, as long as someone else copied it, including myself, they would not be able to disperse the existence of the Divine Sense, which means to say, it is just a simple scripture.

I suddenly opened my eyes wide, thinking, this is too strange, could it be that there are two Body Refinement Scriptures? Or perhaps the reason for his Master's departure had something to do with this other book?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. His thoughts seemed to be restricted, and he was unable to find an answer.

Thus, I deliberately inquired about Master's past here, to see if I could get some clues.

In the end, Brother Cicheng politely told me a lot of irrelevant things.

"Senior granduncle is an old man, he is a highly respected figure here."

"Who would have thought that he would suddenly disappear in one night."

"I, Cicheng, still remember how mischievous I was when I was young. Martial Granduncle hit my butt."

"..."

Finally, the three disciples brought the scriptures over. They handed them over with respectful expressions. They didn't dare to have the slightest bit of desecration, as if they were sacred objects.

Cicheng looked at me and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, since you want to see, then watch."

I didn't think too much about it. I directly took the book in my hand and flipped to the first page. As expected, the contents were exactly the same.

After reading for more than an hour, the words in this book are exactly the same as the ones in the book that Master gave me.

Based on this point alone, I can confirm that the book belonging to Master and the book belonging to the temple are two original books!

Gritting my teeth, I decisively took out the Divine Sense and began to touch the Divine Sense's brand in the book. Maybe the answer was inside.

The moment I touched it, memories that didn't belong to me rushed into my mind.

It was still the same old man, the same old hut. He put down the brush and stopped branding the Divine Sense.

The memory quickly faded as the old man walked out of the room. Forcefully supporting himself with his life force, he spent a lot of time dispersing the ninety-nine body tempering scriptures.

Just as his memories were about to fade away, he arrived at a lofty mountain peak. At the top of the mountain was a young man wearing a scholar's robe.

The old man stopped in his tracks and looked as if he would die.

"I've finally come. Do you know who I am?" The youth suddenly turned around and revealed a dignified and shocking face, and his brows seemed to be as if they were the rulers of the heavens and earth.

"If you use a cruel method, even if you change your body, I would still be able to recognize you. Even if I die in this battle, you will not be able to recover in a short period of time! I won't let you succeed in your Path of Harmony! " As the old man spoke to here, his memories suddenly stopped.

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