My Master Knows It All

138: Chapter 118 The Good Disciple Who Fulfills the Wishes of Their Ancestors_2 138: Chapter 118 The Good Disciple Who Fulfills the Wishes of Their Ancestors_2 In the midst of their laughter, Cao Zhen continued, “The chair I just sat on is really not bad.

I don’t know much about these things, but is it made of hundred-year-old pear wood?

It just so happens that the stools at Four Treasures Peak are falling apart, so there shouldn’t be a problem if I take these chairs with me when I leave, right?”

And this reception hall isn’t bad either.

We at Four Treasures Peak don’t even have a decent reception hall, so why not just move this one over to our place.

By the way, on my way here, I saw a large Spirit Field with quite a few herbs in it.

Four Treasures Peak is in a dire situation, with only one Spirit Field to its name.

Perhaps, Peak Master Yuan Ci, you could give me that Spirit Field when I leave?

After all, you did say that we all belong to the same sect, so there should be no ‘yours’ or ‘mine.’ What’s yours is mine, right?

Also, I see your grand hall is quite impressive, it has quite a presentation.

It happens that Four Treasures Peak is also missing such a grand hall.”

Yuan Ci’s face turned beet red all of a sudden.

If he gave away everything as Cao Zhen suggested, he might as well hand over Little Zen Peak to him!

The problem was, he had not yet found the words to retort.

After all, those were indeed his own words.

But he couldn’t be blamed for this; in the past, a slight hint from them resulted in compliance, with the other party giving them face and handing over the items.

Who could have thought that Cao Zhen would have no shame?

On the side, a somewhat emaciated elder saw the Peak Master struggling to respond and spoke up, “Peak Master Cao is joking.

These things are handed down by the ancestors of Little Zen Peak and are not suitable to be given away.”

“Why can’t the things left by your ancestors be given away?” Cao Zhen retorted without thinking, “Don’t you preach about the emptiness of the four elements?

Isn’t this still attachment?”

“Uh…” The emaciated elder was at a loss for words again, mainly because Cao Zhen did not follow the usual protocol when he spoke.

He felt there was something wrong with Cao Zhen’s words, but couldn’t articulate what.

“Amitabha.” Yuan Ci chanted the Buddha name once more.

Cao Zhen discovered that there was a benefit to being a monk; when you’re embarrassed or at a loss for words, you could just chant ‘Amitabha.’

Yuan Ci’s smile returned, and he looked at Cao Zhen, “Peak Master Cao truly has a connection with Buddha.

Though you have not practiced Zen, you already exude the Zen spirit.

Today, the fact that Peak Master Cao has brought the ‘Four Agama Sutras’ to Little Zen Peak already demonstrates that you have a connection with Little Zen Peak.

Why did the ‘Four Agama Sutras’ come into Peak Master Cao’s possession?

Why did Peak Master Cao happen to bring the ‘Four Agama Sutras’ to Little Zen Peak?

All is predetermined, all is a matter of fate.

This fate is mystically ineffable.

Peak Master Cao, since you are part of this fate, you should not hinder it.”

“Oh, is that so.” Suddenly, Cao Zhen pulled at his trousers and said, “For some reason, I suddenly feel the urge to defecate.”

At his words, everyone around frowned, finding his comment crude and unbearable.

Even if you said ‘relieve oneself’ or ‘go to the toilet,’ we would know what you meant.

For a Peak Master to use the word ‘shit’ was too vulgar.

Cao Zhen, regardless of everyone’s reaction, continued, “However, I left in a hurry today and didn’t bring any toilet paper, so what should I do?

How about this—I’ll just use those scriptures as toilet paper, alright?

Look, today I came to your peak and just so happened to feel like shitting but had no paper.

Luckily, I’m holding onto those scriptures, which can be used as paper.

Isn’t this all part of fate?

I think those scriptures might have a better connection with my shit.”

The assembly of Zen cultivation experts already had extremely grim expressions on their faces.

The ‘Four Agama Sutras’ are Little Zen Peak’s most sacred texts, and Cao Zhen kept associating them with shit.

He was insulting Little Zen Peak, insulting their Zen cultivation!

But they, of course, did not dare to turn against him.

At the moment, the ‘Four Agama Sutras’ were in Cao Zhen’s hands.

And to Little Zen Peak, the ‘Four Agama Sutras’ were too important.

It could even be said that their current lineage was broken; while they couldn’t say their cultivation was counterproductive, in some cases, due to the incompleteness of the ‘Four Agama Sutras,’ they encountered bottlenecks.

To complete the ‘Four Agama Sutras’ would be to complete their lineage!

Before they got their hands on the ‘Four Agama Sutras,’ they truly dared not turn against him.

They wanted to ask who said that the Peak Master of Four Treasures Peak, Cao Zhen, was a tongue-tied person?

Is this being tongue-tied?

He was utterly shameless.

Yuan Ci sighed inwardly.

Seeing Cao Zhen like this, it seemed that they couldn’t obtain the ‘Four Agama Sutras’ today without giving up something.

“So, Peak Master Cao, what will it take for you to give the ‘Four Agama Sutras’ to Little Zen Peak?” If they let Cao Zhen continue speaking, who knew what unsavory things this shameless Peak Master might say next.

Cao Zhen held up a finger and said, “One million taels of Spirit Stones.”

“One million taels?” Yuan Ci’s eyebrows furrowed immediately.

Even for Little Zen Peak, this was no small sum.

The faces of the others also turned sour.

One million taels—why don’t you just rob us?

A mere Peak Master of the small Four Treasures Peak, do you even understand how much one million taels of Spirit Stones is?

Cao Zhen sneered, finding their reaction over one million taels of Spirit Stones quite amusing, and he wasn’t done yet: “Furthermore, I saw that you have a Fourth-Grade Spirit Field…”

“No way!” Yuan Ci cut Cao Zhen off before he finished speaking and directly refused with a wave of his hand.

A Fourth-Grade Spirit Field was an extremely rare resource among the Upper Fifty Peaks.

Their Little Zen Peak ranked twenty-second, but the Zither Music Peak ranked twenty-first and Purple Feather Peak ranked twentieth did not have a Fourth-Grade Spirit Field!