Meng Zhao smiled. As for this so-called Sarira, he valued it, yet did not value it.
He valued it because a Sarira was indeed a rare supreme treasure of the Buddhist School. Especially one left behind by a great cultivator whose Buddhist Dharma cultivation had transcended all realms, comparable to the ancient Buddhas and equivalent to the legacy of a Gods and Devils-level powerhouse—how could it not be valued?
Yet, when all was said and done, Meng Zhao had too many fortuitous encounters and too many trump cards. As for Buddhist cultivation, he merely wished to embrace and assimilate it; he had absolutely no intention of truly becoming a monk.
If he absorbed the Sarira, it would do him more harm than good.
Naturally, the Sarira's use to him was quite limited. It would more likely be used to nurture talent.
Unfortunately, while he did have Buddhist School experts under his command, there were few of them, and even fewer worth cultivating.
By Meng Zhao's standards, Monk Cheng Kong did possess some aptitude. More importantly, his comprehension, wisdom, and affinity with Buddhism were all quite good. At the very least, he was worth nurturing, and his future held promise.
Another reason was that this Sarira had been left behind by the founding ancestor of Monk Cheng Kong's branch. Their inheritances ran in the same vein; if it were handed to him, it could yield the greatest feedback and be put to the best use—something no one else could compare with.
Thus, Meng Zhao said bluntly,
"However, if you are willing to submit to me, work for me, and become an offering guest of my Lingwu Meng Family, then it is not impossible for me to hand this Seven-Colored Glazed World Purifying Sarira over for your use, helping you attain the