The middle-aged female constable surprisingly knew the whereabouts of Monk Puhui.
No wonder the thirty-six families of Lingnan and the Six Doors had joined forces to surround the Pengzu ruins in the Qinling Mountains, yet failed to capture Monk Puhui. There was already an informant for Monk Puhui within the Six Doors.
Chen Jiuyang did not ask about her relationship with Monk Puhui, but simply followed her.
As for the Zhao family and others, they remained where they were.
After walking for about half an hour, under a towering ancient tree, Chen Jiuyang saw the old monk with white eyebrows like hair, Monk Puhui.
Upon seeing Chen Jiuyang, Monk Puhui clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Benefactor Chen, it has been some time since we last met."
Chen Jiuyang bowed slightly and cupped his fists towards Monk Puhui, saying, "Master Puhui, thank you for saving my life before."
If Monk Puhui had not guided him out of his qi deviation and allowed him to comprehend the Yuan Dao, the outcome of his battle with Xi Butui would have been uncertain.
Monk Puhui deserved Chen Jiuyang's bow.
Monk Puhui said, "Benefactor Chen, you are too kind. This is karma. I saved you from a mortal peril, and you will help me cross the sea of suffering."
Chen Jiuyang's eyes shone brightly as he looked directly at Monk Puhui and asked, "Monk Puhui, what do you wish to obtain in the Pengzu ruins?"
"Could it also be for the Pengzu Longevity Fruit, which grants one eight hundred years of life?"
"This old monk does not know if there is a Longevity Fruit in the Pengzu ruins, nor is the Longevity Fruit my objective."
"It is rumored that the Longevity Fruit can grant eight hundred years of life, but such a spiritual item is not something you or I can obtain."
"The Pengzu ruins were discovered by the Lingnan aristocratic families hundreds of years ago, and their traces have been concealed. However, now that the time for the ruins is ripe, how can the news be kept hidden?"
Chen Jiuyang asked again, "Then what do you want?"
"To cross the sea of suffering," Monk Puhui said. "Sage Wang Yangming is the closest sage to us. These ruins were sealed by him personally with the Confucian true word 'Shou Xin' (Guard the Heart)."
"Whether your invincible path of divine abilities can be achieved lies within this 'Shou Xin,' and whether this old monk can cross the sea of suffering also lies within this 'Shou Xin.'"
"In my youth, I thought I was exceptionally intelligent. I secretly studied the I Ching and pondered it for thirty years, achieving minor success. However, because of the I Ching, I caused the ruin of many families. Thus, I have fallen into this sea of suffering in the mortal world, making it difficult to save myself."
"This old monk wishes to enter the sage's formation to seek 'Ben Xin' (Original Heart) and escape the sea of suffering."
Chen Jiuyang's brows furrowed. Although he had comprehended the true words of the invincible path of divine abilities, he lacked validation and the perfection of his own invincible path.
However, with just these thirty-six families of Lingnan, Monk Puhui's abilities were sufficient to evade them, and entering the Pengzu ruins did not require Chen Jiuyang to carve a bloody path.
He suddenly thought of a possibility and asked, "What have you done?"
Monk Puhui said, "Amitabha, it's nothing much, I merely leaked the news of the Pengzu ruins."
Chen Jiuyang's eyes narrowed. "You've gone mad. The Six Doors have sealed off the Qinling Mountains. They have firearms and even dared to shoot down my helicopter. Even if the news is leaked, those people might not be able to break in."
Monk Puhui chuckled. "Benefactor Chen, you are too focused on appearances. Are you so sure you understand the intentions of that Lord Du?"
Chen Jiuyang had seen Du Manying's information and knew that this person was not simple. He couldn't guess what the chief constable of Lingnan was planning.
There are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people. Chen Jiuyang's talent in martial arts was exceptional, but he had little involvement in the calculations of human hearts.
Monk Puhui said, "Although this old monk has caused many families to be destroyed, I have never personally witnessed slaughter and conflict, nor have I seen the hell within the heart. How can I save myself from the sea of suffering?"
Chen Jiuyang sighed, "A good plan."
Monk Puhui said, "I have asked Benefactor Chen to come here now because the time is almost ripe, and I expect those people will also be arriving at the Qinling Mountains soon. Benefactor Chen, please rest here with this old monk for a while, and we will depart for the Pengzu ruins when the time is right."
Chen Jiuyang said, "Puhui, how do you see me now?"
The last time Monk Puhui observed him, his spirit was turbid, he was in a life-and-death situation, and had gone into qi deviation.
Monk Puhui carefully examined Chen Jiuyang and said:
"Benefactor Chen, your martial arts have reached a certain level, but they have not yet been validated."
"This time, because of this old monk, Benefactor Chen has fallen into a second tribulation of killing."
"This old monk owes you a karmic debt, and I will repay Benefactor Chen in the future."
Chen Jiuyang deeply observed Monk Puhui. "Is the I Ching of Shaolin Temple truly so miraculous?"
"Amitabha," Monk Puhui replied with a composed expression, "Those who possess destiny have their own fortunes. For example, the fortune on Benefactor Chen is something only Benefactor Chen himself knows whether it is good or bad."
"This old monk is also the same."
Chen Jiuyang's expression became solemn. This old monk was indeed somewhat mysterious. The I Ching and Bagua were indeed the most mysterious techniques passed down from ancient times. Even in the era of the Pure Yang Medical Immortal, the I Ching and Bagua were already circulating, and even the Pure Yang Medical Immortal could not fully comprehend them.
Time passed quickly, and it was late at night. The sky was filled with stars, and the beasts in the Qinling Mountains began to hunt. Fires and sounds of fighting gradually arose in the Qinling Mountains.
Monk Puhui slowly opened his eyes and said, "Benefactor Chen, Constable Hui, it is time for us to set off. The time is ripe."
Chen Jiuyang and the middle-aged female constable also opened their eyes and stood up.
Chen Jiuyang asked, "Constable Hui, what is your relationship with Monk Puhui?"
"Because of this old monk, Constable Hui's family was destroyed. This old monk voluntarily sought her out to repay her karma," Monk Puhui explained.
Chen Jiuyang remained silent and followed Monk Puhui forward.
Halfway along the path, Constable Hui's expression changed. "It's people from Shaolin Temple. Master Puhui, I can only accompany you this far."
"Thank you for your assistance along the way, Constable Hui. Please protect yourself and wait for the outcome in a safe place," Monk Puhui said.
Immediately, Constable Hui turned and left.
Monk Puhui said, "Amitabha."
"Amitabha," another voice echoed from not far away, and then dozens of monks in kasaya appeared. These monks were all vigorous, with skin of a pale gold hue, which showed the profound heritage of Shaolin Temple.
Shaolin Temple is divided into Northern and Southern Shaolin Temples. Northern Shaolin is open to the secular world, while Southern Shaolin is the true Shaolin Temple.
"Junior Brother Puhui, please return to Shaolin Temple with me." The old monk leading them, appearing to be middle-aged but with a hoarse voice, snow-white eyebrows, pale golden skin, and an unfathomable aura, spoke.
"Benefactor Chen, this is my senior brother, whose Dharma name is Pushi," Monk Puhui said. "He is the current Transmission Master of the Dragon Subduing Courtyard of Southern Shaolin Temple."
"Shihui?" Chen Jiuyang chuckled lightly, but his eyes were solemn. "Masters of Shaolin Temple, please return. You are destined to return empty-handed."
"This must be Benefactor Chen, I have heard of Benefactor Chen's great name for a long time," Old Monk Pushi said. "Benefactor Chen, my junior brother wishes to commit the heinous crime of causing rivers of blood to flow. Do you wish to aid the wicked and cause families to be destroyed?"
"You bald donkey, you've really put a big hat on me right from the start." Chen Jiuyang's expression was calm.
"There's no need to say more. Since I have already agreed to Puhui, and you have come looking for us, then we are destined to have a battle. Let's settle this with our skills."
"Since Benefactor Chen is determined to go his own way, then this old monk can only use force to counter force, to fulfill Benefactor Chen's wishes."
Old Monk Pushi's voice was calm, but a killing intent erupted, his blood surged, and a phantom image of a Buddha appeared behind him. His pale golden qi and blood burned, appearing sacred and magnificent.
Chen Jiuyang's brows tightened, his eyes lit up, and he immediately threw a punch:
"Let me witness the profound techniques of Shaolin Temple!"