The donor has an extraordinary bone structure and must be a martial arts genius.
Whenever this familiar tune was uttered by Monk Xuyun, Yang Kun felt his teeth become more sour.
"Master Xuyun, do you want me to be your disciple?"
Yang Kun looked Monk Xuyun up and down.
Monk Xuyun nodded and said, "If Mr. Yang accepts me as your master, I will do my best to teach you the Buddhist skills. When you have practiced the Buddhist skills, you will be a Buddhist disciple, and others will treat you with respect."
"That's right, but why must I take you as my master? Why do you suddenly want to take me as your disciple?" Yang Kun looked at Monk Xuyun suspiciously, trying to see something from his face, but Monk Xuyun looked so calm and composed that Yang Kun couldn't see anything after staring at him for a long time.
"You can learn Buddhist skills by taking me as your master. When the time comes, the power of the Demon-Subduing Pestle will be greatly increased. To be honest, the reason why I want to take you as my disciple is for two reasons. One is that I really admire your character and cultivation, and the other is that I really can't bear to see the Demon-Subduing Pestle, the most precious treasure of Buddhism, gathering dust in your hands. I wonder if you are satisfied with these two reasons?"
Yang Kun thought about it and found that it was indeed not bad for him. It was just that Monk Xuyun couldn't beat him now, and he still wanted him to worship Monk Xuyun as his master? What about Qi Delong? However, Yang Kun did want to practice Buddhist skills. After all, he knew from Monk Xuyun that practicing Buddhist skills would greatly increase the chance of upgrading and overcoming the inner demons, and it was also possible that no inner demons would appear. With such a good opportunity in front of him, Yang Kun would be a fool not to seize it. It was just to worship him as a master...
"Master Xuyun, don't fool me, Yang Kun. Your current cultivation is only slightly higher than mine, and you can't even beat me. You want me to be your disciple. Isn't that taking advantage of me? Don't think you can trick me into becoming your disciple by showing me some Buddhist techniques!"
"So what does Mr. Yang want?" Monk Xuyun asked good-temperedly.
Yang Kun looked at Master Xuyun, his eyes turned, and he asked, "Master Xuyun, I wonder if your master is still here?"
"My master?"
Monk Xuyun looked at Yang Kun with a puzzled look on his face. Suddenly, he understood what Yang Kun meant, and stroked his beard and smiled, "My master has already ascended to heaven, but I can accept disciples on behalf of my deceased master."
When Yang Kun heard this, he immediately bowed and said, "Junior brother Yang Kun greets senior brother."
Monk Xuyun nodded. Although this was not quite what he had expected, it was a success to allow Yang Kun to successfully join the Buddhist sect. As for what identity he could have, it was actually fine.
"Now that Junior Brother is carrying a great treasure, it is better to absorb it as soon as possible, otherwise it will be troublesome if something unexpected happens."
Yang Kun nodded: "Junior brother, that's exactly what you meant. In recent days, you have been working hard getting up late at night. It would be better for you to return to the Buddhist sect to heal your injuries as soon as possible."
"What about you, Junior Brother?"
"Junior brother, let me take a rest. After all, I was too tired. After I rest for a while, I will go back to the sect to practice in seclusion. When I have time, I will visit you in the temple."
"Okay, I will wait for you in the temple. You are going back, and I will say goodbye."
After Master Xuyun finished speaking, he summoned his robe to become larger, then he sat cross-legged on the robe and flew towards the temple.