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Chapter 129 Buddha's Relics

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk got up, picked up a broom, and drew a large X shape on the ground. Perhaps out of hatred, the end of the broom went several inches deep into the ground.

Just when Mo Fei thought that was the case, the sweeping monk drew a skull wearing a pirate hat on top of the X-shaped figure.

"These are the patterns embroidered on the chests of each of those people. I don't know how many years I have left to live, old monk. I was watching them secretly before. You must have learned the Northern Darkness Divine Art of the Free and Unfettered Sect, right?"

As expected of the biggest boss in Tian Long Ba Bu, having lived for so long, he is very knowledgeable about the martial arts of various schools and sects in the martial arts world.

Although the Free and Unfettered Sect was mysterious, it was no secret to the Sweeper Monk.

“Master, your insight is truly remarkable. I have indeed practiced the Northern Darkness Divine Art, but I have never used it lightly. I have only used it against the most wicked and evil people. Even when I used it against Xuan Ci this time, it was only because I could not bear to see him die.”

The sweeping monk neither agreed nor disagreed with Mo Fei's explanation. After gazing at the sky for a long time, he finally turned and looked directly into Mo Fei's eyes, saying:

"I have been hiding in Shaolin for decades, studying Buddhist teachings and martial arts with great care, but even now, I can only manage a draw with you."

"So many years have passed. If my enemies are not dead, with the growth rate of people like you, when will I ever have a chance to take revenge? I might as well give up my power and give it to you. I hope you will not disappoint me and that one day you can kill my enemies for me."

"Senior, you don't need to do this. Just give me ten or eight years, and I may still be able to avenge you."

Perhaps he said this, but his actions betrayed him. He quickly stepped forward and looked at the sweeping monk with anticipation.

The sweeping monk looked at Mo Fei with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, shook his head, and let out a long, melancholy sigh.

“After practicing Buddhism for decades, the Buddha said that sweeping the floor might harm the lives of ants, and that moths should be protected by covering lamps with gauze. In the evening, the Buddha cut off his own flesh to feed eagles, but why would eagles harm people for the sake of their appetites?”

“I wish to cultivate Buddhism and subdue the demonic mind, but the demonic mind is deeply rooted and tangled, and I harbor deep hatred. How can I achieve enlightenment?”

"The Buddha said to be compassionate, but who will repay my compassion? Evil arises in this world. It is better to be wrathful like a Vajra, to subdue evil with force, to reward the good with good, and to punish the wicked with thunder. This is the greatest good."

After a moment of reflection, the sweeping monk suddenly turned to face Mo Fei and placed Mo Fei's right hand on his own dantian.

"My days are numbered. I offer you this meager gift, hoping that you will keep your promise and avenge the destruction of my family and clan."

Mo Fei looked at the sweeping monk in front of him, whose eyes were closed, whose expression was peaceful, and whose three long wisps of beard fluttered in the wind, and felt a sense of heaviness and solemnity in his heart.

"Master, shall I swear here and now that, for the rest of my life, as long as I live, I will surely avenge you and repay the debt of blood for your sake."

After speaking, Mo Fei didn't linger any longer. He suddenly sent a wisp of Sacred Heart Technique energy into the Sweeper Monk's body with his right hand, beginning to transform the nature of the internal energy within him.

During this process, because the Sweeper Monk did not resist at all and even deliberately cooperated, his powerful internal energy was quickly transformed and flowed into Mo Fei's dantian like rivers flowing into the sea.

Such powerful internal energy—could this be the first time he'd absorbed it? For a moment, his internal meridians felt swollen and painful, but he quickly calmed down.

As Mo Fei absorbed his inner energy, the Sweeper Monk, whose age was no longer verifiable but was at least close to a hundred years old, had a body that was already covered with wrinkles, and was now as rotten as wood.

“Young Master Mo, when a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. I cannot take away even a single thing from the mundane world. This relic can greatly enhance the power of Buddhist martial arts, so I will give it to you.”

After handing over the relic, the sweeping monk stared intently at Mo Fei with eyes as sharp as a hawk's, and finally spoke with a hint of pleading in his expression:

"Please, I will wait for them in the underworld. If they do not come, there is nothing I can do." After Mo Fei reached out and took the relic from him, the sweeping monk's wrinkled face showed a final hopeful smile before he passed away.

This man, who had been hiding in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion for decades, willingly serving as a lowly sweeping monk, also wanted to learn profound martial arts and plot revenge. Seeing that revenge was hopeless, he decisively abandoned all his cultivation, just to seek that faint glimmer of hope.

Perhaps he both respected and pitied him, and the Sweeper Monk's tragic life made him crave martial power even more.

Because he knew that only when he possessed great power would his life not be controlled by others, and he would not have to worry about what he cherished being taken away by others, so that he could protect what he wanted to protect.

The system notification sounded immediately after the Sweeping Monk gave him the relic.

The bandit system always reacts quickly to good things, and the system prompt has already provided a detailed explanation of the relic in hand.

Buddha's relics! They were formed accidentally after the passing of a highly accomplished Buddhist master.

Holding this power makes practicing Buddhist techniques twice as effective with half the effort, greatly enhancing the effectiveness of Buddhist techniques, and can also activate them at once to form a Buddhist mantra, suppressing evil and having a great suppressive effect on demons and monsters.

"Good stuff!"

Because the Sweeping Monk lacked a system and was in such a high-level martial arts world, he was completely unable to utilize the power of this Buddha relic.

I'll be traveling through various worlds in the future, and the chances of encountering demons and monsters are not low. This thing is an excellent talisman.

Moreover, it can unleash a powerful attack once more, though its power is unknown. However, judging from the previous enhancement it provided to the Sweeper Monk, its power is certainly not weak.

"Kumārajīva! You must cooperate with the Shaolin monks to cremate the master. You must be present throughout the entire process, and remember not to let anyone desecrate the master's remains."

During the time that Mo Fei was communicating with the Sweeper Monk, Kumārajīva had already used his internal energy to heal his injuries. Using Mo Fei, who was at ease with him, he entrusted the matter of the Sweeper Monk's cremation to him for supervision.

The conversation between the Sweeper Monk and Mo Fei was overheard by the others who were participating in the attack. They all looked at Mo Fei with longing, hoping he could answer their questions.

"You must be wondering what the people from beyond the realm that the master mentioned are all about, but I can't tell you much about that for now. However, as long as you work hard for me, you will soon know the answer."

Speaking of which, Mo Fei then made a special trip to stand before Xiao Feng.

“Brother Xiao, you are a Khitan, but you grew up in Han lands. Over the years, countless Khitans have died at your hands.”

"Now that there is nowhere for you to stay in either place, brother, I want to ask you a question: if there were a world without regional differences or racial distinctions, where one could roam the martial world with a sword, seek revenge and vengeance, and fight against heroes from all the heavens and the myriad realms, would you be willing to go?"

After hearing Mo Fei's words, Xiao Feng did not immediately agree. Instead, he pondered for a long time before asking in return:

"Brother Mo, you must have come from there, right? If it's really as you say, then it's truly a wonderful place. But I'd like to ask you a question: if there are things Xiao Feng is unwilling to do, would you force him?"

I wait for you in bed; if you do not come, I will not…

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(End of this chapter)