Bestowal of Prophecy, Quasi-Buddha, Enlightenment of the Dragon Elephant on Mount Wutai!

As his words fell, Monk Wulou calmly sipped his tea.

That had indeed been a great deal of information. He would give Meng Chuan a moment to digest it himself.

Meng Chuan did not know what to say. For a moment, his emotions were indescribably complicated.

Hearing Monk Wulou state it so plainly, he felt as though he were in a dream.

He had merely gone to learn a cultivation art—how had he suddenly transformed into a big-brother-level figure in Shaolin Temple?

From now on, Shi would have to call him Senior Brother when he saw him?

Abbot Xuan Mou's junior junior brother...

If it were not for the fact that a Heavenly King could not be insulted, Monk Wulou might have had to call him Master as well...

Ahem, ahem, that would not do...

Fortunately, it was only a nominal disciple. If they meant to take him on as a personal disciple, Meng Chuan feared he would have to refuse.

His master Luo Guanyun had bestowed upon him the grace of remaking him. He was not the sort of person who would abandon his benefactor and turn to Buddhism merely for profit.

His expression gradually steadied.

What Monk Wulou had said would only make him a nominal disciple.

Whether it would actually come to pass still depended on Senior Brother Dingguang speaking up. Until then, none of it counted.

Even if it did happen, it would merely be an empty title. In this world, what ultimately mattered was whether your fists were hard enough.

Strength!

Meng Chuan knew his own limits well. He thought to himself, Better to keep our relationships separate. I can use this to needle Shi, but he'd better not come down the mountain and slip a sack over my head...

At last, Monk Wulou's tone