I looked at the Ninth Prince and held his hands tightly unconsciously: "Both the White Fish Gang and the Black Jiao Sect were caused by my master?"
"No!" The Ninth Prince shook his head and said, "I brought them here."
"Ye Sanqi's deduction skills are better than mine. He could calculate that someone would bring white fish and black dragon, but I didn't calculate that there are Qi Sect disciples waiting for the opportunity."
When the Ninth Prince said this, he looked at me again and said, "If your master doesn't save you, I might become Ye Sanqi's pawn."
"So, I have been curious, what kind of magic power do you have that makes Ye Sanqi willing to show up to fight me, but also accept you as his disciple?"
What magic can I have?
If I had that ability, I wouldn't have met Ye Sanqi so late.
My mind was racing, and I stared at the Ninth Prince closely: "Since you know that my master is also hunting for treasure, why didn't you lead the one-eyed dragon to fight back, and instead helped us persuade the one-eyed dragon?"
The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "Because I admire Ye Sanqi."
"The way Ye Sanqi controls Hongyu and the abbot of Cihang Temple makes me find him very interesting."
"Ye Sanqi clearly controlled Hong Yu, but he showed weakness without any trace, making Hong Yu feel that he had the upper hand. He didn't need to move the sarcophagus suppressed by Jin Ao, and he could capture Ye Sanqi by releasing his own body. Therefore, Hongyu must die."
"There is also the abbot of Cihang Temple. Back then, he learned the secret of the secret hidden at the bottom of the lake. He personally sent his master into the body of the Buddha statue to sacrifice the third door, but failed to open the secret. Therefore, he was unwilling to Instead of feeling guilty, I stayed in Cihang Temple and continued to practice."
"In the following years, his Buddhist teachings became more and more sophisticated, and his guilt became more and more serious. At the same time, he did not want to mention the past of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors in order to seize the treasure. Ye Sanqi quietly took away the Buddha's head and gave him a hint."
"By committing suicide and opening the mechanism under Beixi Lake, he will still be the eminent monk respected by everyone in Beixi Town. Otherwise, his reputation will be ruined."
"That abbot, you also saw the final choice."
I thought about it and said, "Actually, you never wanted to give him a chance to atone for his sins, right? Before he died, he kept asking himself whether he could become a Buddha? But you kept denying it. That was the biggest torture to him, right?" "
"Yes!" The Ninth Prince said coldly: "He who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors will deserve his death. Why should I feel pity for him? Just because he repented before his death?"
Ye Sanqi forced the abbot of Cihang Temple to death, but the Ninth Prince made him feel uneasy even when he died.
If the Ninth Prince hadn't said it himself, I would have thought that they had already discussed it.
The Ninth Prince turned around with his hands behind his back and said: "I have been observing you since you got on the boat. You are talented and grateful. You have shown regret four times. You are hating yourself for not being able to help. Shangye Sanqi."
"However, I can tell you that you have missed the most suitable age for practicing Qimen Dunjia. It is not impossible to become a master by practicing as a teenager at a level comparable to a piece of blank paper. But, that It requires countless adventures and opportunities.”
"Based on your current situation, without any unexpected encounters, you will have to practice for at least fifteen years before you can achieve any success in the Qi Sect Secret Technique."
Fifteen years, a small success?
I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.
Doesn't that mean that I have to drag Master down for fifteen years?
If Ye Sanqi was just an ordinary craftsman, I could still repay his kindness by serving him tea and water, doing laundry and cooking. But Ye Sanqi is a magician from the Qi Sect! How can I help him?
The Ninth Prince smiled and took out two books: "This is the secret art of Buddhism. You have grown up in Buddhism since you were a child, and your cultivation is very solid. If you continue to practice the secret art of Buddhism, you will be able to achieve great success in less than three years."
"With such a secret technique, you can protect yourself and help Ye Sanqi."
I subconsciously stretched out my hand and immediately retracted it.
The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "What? Are you still averse to the secret arts of Buddhism?"
I shook my head and said: "Ninth Prince, I have already become a disciple and cannot learn other secret techniques."
"Hahaha..." The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "If Ye Sanqi also has a sectarian view, I would be underestimating his broadmindedness."
"I still have to ask Master!" It would be a lie to say that I am not interested in Buddhist secrets. If I don't learn the secret technique, I won't be able to help Ye Sanqi, and I will even become a burden to him.
As for the secret technique of Buddhism?
I can only say that the words of the Ninth Prince moved me: "There are hundreds of skills in the world, and none of them is wrong; no one who inherits all the skills is innocent."
The Ninth Prince seemed to see what I was thinking, and said slowly: "What happens after you learn the art is up to you, not the skills. There are many people in this world who are eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, while seeking wealth and murder."
"If you practice martial arts, you can use force to break the law; if you study literature, you can use literature to break the law."
"Buddhism saves all living beings and does not commit the sin of killing. However, the world's martial arts comes from Shaolin, including killing skills."
"The Taoist sect is quiet and inactive, with a pure heart and few desires. However, the Taoist sect created the "Fangzhongshu" and refined aphrodisiacs."
"Foreign religions prohibit killing, but they launched the largest religious war in history. The Crusades were thousands of miles away and resulted in millions of casualties. Is it the holy light of the gods or the dripping blood that bathes the warriors of the Divine Court?"
The Ninth Prince paused for a moment and said, "These two secret books are my gift to my descendants. Whether you accept them or not is up to you."
While I was still hesitating, I heard Ye Sanqi's voice coming from outside: "Answer it! Why don't you answer it."
"If you can combine all the skills in the world, my teacher will be even more proud of you."
When I turned around to look, I saw Ye Sanqi walking in from outside holding an umbrella. The phosphorus fire dancing on his body was like fireflies landing on his clothes, flashing with a faint light in fear. Because they don't know when they will be completely shaken away by Ye Sanqi.
When I saw Ye Sanqi, I couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
Ye Sanqi, who was usually spotless, rushed over without even tidying up his clothes. He was still worried about my safety.
I quickly took the secret book from Ninth Prince’s hand: “Thank you, Ninth Prince.”
Ye Sanqi cupped his hands and said, "I would like to thank the Ninth Prince for teaching me on my behalf."
The Ninth Prince also held up his hands and said: "It's nothing to give the younger generation a few words when I have nothing to do! On the contrary, I admire Brother Ye's behavior very much."
It was obviously the first time for Ye Sanqi and the Ninth Prince to meet each other, but they seemed like old friends who had known each other for a long time. They even skipped the most basic self-introduction of family status.
But what did he mean when he said he admired Ye Sanqi?
I turned my head back slightly and saw the disciples of the Black Flood Dragon Sect coming up from behind.
Ye Sanqi actually brought back nearly half of the Black Jiao Sect disciples. He could have watched the Black Jiao Sect be wiped out and monopolize the treasure, but he kept his promise and rescued the One-eyed Jiao.
What the Ninth Prince admired was Ye Sanqi's credibility.
