Great Heavenly Dragon Prajna Heart Sutra!

"So, you don't have the Great Heavenly Dragon Prajna Heart Sutra?"

Li Xian didn't care if it was demonic or not; any technique that could make him stronger was a good technique.

Guan Jing and Guan Yi, the two monks, shook their heads.

"That cultivation technique is now personally kept by the Buddha Son. Outsiders simply cannot view it."

"Don't you have any handwritten copies or anything?" Li Xian was still unwilling to give up.

"No!"

Li Xian said helplessly, "Then let's forget about the Heart Sutra for now. What other powerful cultivation techniques does your White Dragon Temple have? Show me all of them."

Guan Jing asked curiously, "Hall Master Li, we do have cultivation techniques, but what do you want to do with them?"

"That's right. These cultivation techniques require years of dedicated practice to achieve anything. You can't just cultivate them by looking at them," Guan Yi added in agreement.

Li Xian chuckled, "I just want to use them for reference. Other people's stones can polish my jade; perhaps I'll gain some unique insights?"

"I see!"

So, the two monks brought out the so-called ultimate techniques of the White Dragon Temple.

"Buddhist Golden Bell Shield!"

"Vajra Demon Subduing Fist!"

"One Finger Zen!"

"Buddhist Great Hand Seal!"

"Great Compassion Palm!"

"Seventy-Two Forms Demon Suppressing Zen Staff!"

"Ugh..."

Li Xian looked at the pile of cultivation technique manuals stacked like a small mountain in front of him, feeling a headache coming on.

Although the White Dragon Temple had many cultivation techniques, they all seemed like common goods. He felt they weren't even as good as the Crimson Sun Nine Songs.

If he practiced these, wouldn't it be a waste of his Proficiency Points?

"How is it, Hall Master Li, are these cultivation techniques enough?" Guan Jing asked.

"If not, we have more."

"Hmm..." Li Xian asked thoughtfully, "Masters, do you have any more advanced cultivation techniques than these?"

"These are the most advanced," Guan Yi said.

"What's wrong? Are these not good enough?"

Seeing the eager eyes of the two monks, Li Xian felt embarrassed to pour cold water on them. He casually picked up a manual and glanced at it.

"Not at all. Thank you, Masters. These cultivation techniques are very useful to me."

"That's good."

The two monks showed relieved smiles.

Li Xian, however, gave a wry smile inwardly.

It seemed he had to find another way. Before that Buddha Son returned, he needed to find more advanced cultivation techniques as quickly as possible to push his cultivation to the Upper Three Ranks.

But, it was strange.

Where exactly did this Buddha Son go?

In Qingzhou Prefecture, Taizhou City, in an inconspicuous room.

Several people gathered in this dimly lit small room, deliberating in hushed tones.

"Sect Leader Cao, how is it? Has the Prince agreed to see you?"

In the darkness, an old, hoarse voice inquired.

"Sigh..."

A sigh rang out.

Judging by the voice, it was clearly Cao Xiong, the leader of the Canoe Gang.

"I went to the Prince's mansion again today, but the answer was the same. The Prince is away and not at the mansion. They told me to come back another day."

"It seems the Prince is unwilling to get involved."

"He's just a disgraced Prince who lost favor and was driven out of the capital. Why would he be willing to offend the now-flourishing Governor Zheng?"

"Then what do we do now? Who else can we find to step forward?"

"Who else in Qingzhou Prefecture can stand on equal footing with Governor Zheng?"

"The Demon Suppressing Division, Yuan Benyu?"

"I don't know Lord Yuan very well."

"Then it seems this path won't work."

Listening to the conversation between the elder monks of the White Dragon Temple, Cao Xiong couldn't help but feel a sense of shared misery.

Not long ago, he was the infinitely glorious leader of the Canoe Gang. Now, in the blink of an eye, he had become a stray dog seeking refuge everywhere.

However, even so, no one was willing to step forward to confront that lord.

We people of the Jianghu are as fragile as duckweed in the wind when facing true dignitaries and nobles.

Previously, he had been ambushed by a Buddha Son from the White Dragon Temple. After a few exchanges, he was severely wounded. Fortunately, these masters from the White Dragon Temple had intervened and saved him.

From then on, their path of escape began.

He also learned from the masters that it was Zheng Ningji, the Governor of Qingzhou Prefecture, who wanted to kill him and destroy the Canoe Gang.

Cao Xiong, to save himself, and the masters, to cleanse their sect, decided to travel together, intending to seek help from a powerful figure in Qingzhou Prefecture.

However, Governor Zheng's reputation was widespread. All the connections the Canoe Gang had previously forged were useless. No one was willing to commit the foolish act of offending the Governor and ruining their own future.

Even the prince, who had been demoted and resided here, was unwilling to intervene.

Before, Cao Xiong had spent so much silver trying to befriend this prince that it could have almost filled West Lake.

Now, he had turned his back on them.

Just as the group was looking dejected and at a loss, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"So Master and Uncles are hiding here! This humble monk searched so hard!"

Upon hearing this voice, the expressions of the people in the room changed drastically.

"Buddha Son!"

"How did he find this place?"

With a loud bang, the door was violently blasted open.

A monk wearing snow-white robes appeared at the doorway.

His features were handsome, and his skin was as white as snow, resembling a pure glazed Buddha.

Although the expression on his face was compassionate and kind, for some reason, it gave people a strange, sinister feeling.

"Guan Miao greets Master and Uncles. Oh, and Leader Cao is here too."

"Abomination!"

"How did you find us?"

Facing the questioning from his uncles, the Buddha Son clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

"Naturally, it was the Buddha's guidance!"

"Nonsense!"

"Is there a traitor among us?"

"Leader Cao, could it be you..."

Cao Xiong frowned, remaining silent.

Abbot Yuan Hui said, "Amitabha, cease your baseless accusations!"

He looked at the Buddha Son standing at the door. "It was someone from the Prince's side who told you, wasn't it?"

Guan Miao smiled and said, "Nothing escapes Master's discerning eyes."

"What?"

"It's the Prince!"

"No wonder the Prince refused to see us. It turns out he has colluded with Governor Zheng."

Yuan Hui said to the Buddha Son at the door.

"Guan Miao, can you let your Uncles and Leader Cao go?"

Guan Miao was the Buddha Son's dharma name.

Guan Miao Buddha Son smiled without speaking, merely shaking his head.

"Amitabha, it seems we must fight!"

Abbot Yuan Hui said with a calm expression.

"Kill!"

Amidst the shouts of killing, the main door of the room slammed shut.

The sounds of fighting and screams continued incessantly, but they were all contained within the small room, not a single sound leaking out.

A moment later, the Buddha Son Guan Miao opened the door and walked out again.

His face was as calm as before, with a hint of paleness added to his snow-white skin. His clean white monk's robe was stained with a few drops of scarlet blood.

It seemed that even a powerful Buddha Son had paid a considerable price.

Two days later, a piece of news spread like wildfire throughout Qingzhou Prefecture!

"Yuan Hui of the White Dragon Temple and Cao Xiong of the Canoe Gang colluded with Demonic Evil, intending to overthrow Qingzhou. Fortunately, their plot was exposed by Guan Miao, a disciple of the White Dragon Temple. Guan Miao Buddha Son personally took action, upholding righteousness by eliminating his own kin, and has killed all of them on the spot!"