Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Life brings both birth and death. Even someone as mighty as the former Buddhist Venerable, Dharma, could not escape the relentless passage of time and ultimately entered nirvana.

However, while people may die, their hearts may not die, and their spirit may not necessarily fade away.

Dharma’s Heart, as the name implies, is the unfulfilled wish left by the deceased Dharma in this world.

As long as this wish remains, Dharma’s heart continues to beat. The generations of Shaolin monks carry this wish as a torch, perpetuating Dharma’s spirit, while the spirit that fused into the Buddha Artifact after Dharma’s nirvana will persist, forming Dharma Power. It protects Shaolin through the ages and guides the monks to never forget to destroy that fearsome weapon that could overturn the world.

Jiang Dali, observing the shocking revelation in Dharma’s Heart, pondered for a moment but refrained from hastily using Essence Qi and Primordial Spirit to probe the metallic dice in his hand, to avoid any unpredictable consequences.

Back then, his ignorance about the secret of the Divine Stone nearly caused a catastrophe, and what’s more, after Xiong Ba obtained the Divine Stone, his power surged tenfold, almost costing him everything.

Now, faced with something so dreadful that even Dharma could not destroy it, he felt as if this object was a hot potato.

Before dying, the Sweeping Monk entrusted this object to three Eight Desolate Disciples to be handed to him, which felt like passing the buck...

"This thing holds no benefit for me. Even Dharma Venerable was so fearful of it. Why would I meddle with a world-destroying weapon unless I’m trapped in this world and might try it out in madness..."

Convincing himself thus, Jiang Dali restrained his curiosity about the mysterious, destructive weapon and cautiously placed Dharma’s Heart into the secret compartment under the Demon Hawk’s seat, separating it from He’s Jade Disc.

Originally, upon hearing from the three Eight Desolate Disciples that they chose not to hand it to Shaolin but to fulfill another request from the Sweeping Monk, he felt quite satisfied.

But thinking about it now, it seemed rather strange.

Since Dharma’s Heart is a Shaolin sacred relic of great importance, why did the Sweeping Monk choose to entrust it to him on his deathbed?

Moreover, despite Shaolin undoubtedly being aware of the Martial World news, knowing that the Purple Robe Scripture King pursued this item, why have they not sent someone to retrieve it?

Finally, since Dharma’s Heart was initially hidden within Hui En’s string of Prayer Beads, why would Hui En willingly give the beads to him as a token of trust?

Unless Hui En Monk was unaware that his Prayer Beads contained Dharma’s Heart, if he knew, Hui En Monk’s actions become indeed intriguing.

Jiang Dali now felt that Shaolin’s mysterious monks might have set him up somehow, but he couldn’t yet fathom the deeper meaning, and could only find out by visiting Shaolin someday.

"The item is already in hand, Brother Cha Mu, we will head to one more place, and then depart for Zhongxin Hall."

Jiang Dali collected his thoughts and looked at Chamu Long beside him, nodding and smiling.

Chamu Long grinned, baring his white teeth, and said cheerfully, "There’s no need for you, the village chief, to worry. This grudge of mine, after so many years, can wait a little longer. We should prioritize your matters."

"Mm!"

Jiang Dali nodded, sat back on the Ice Soul Jade Chair, and stomped the Demon Hawk’s back with his foot. His tiger eyes scanned the surroundings before once more gazing at the bamboo raft on the distant lake, where the old man was fishing, appearing half-nodding off, which slightly eased his doubts. He thought it was no wonder the old fisherman caught nothing all day, unmoved by the sight of such a vast hawk, turns out he had dozed off.

Promptly, he urged the Demon Hawk to fly towards the direction of the southwest, Shu region.

The fierce wind stirred, whisking dozens of purple petals far away, settling on the lake, immediately causing slight ripples to spread across the surface, resembling the minute folds on a new satin under the sunlight. It cast the shadow of flying Demon Hawk, lightly swinging by, disappearing into the Martial World.

The fishing elder, after Jiang Dali departed with the hawk, finally awoke with a yawn, stretched lazily, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and glanced at the empty fishing line with no fish hooked despite having fed, then at the lake with a few petals drifting away. Sighing softly, he said:

"Fish not biting is a minor setback, but success in plotting is ominous. Confusing flowers on water deceive the eye; not knowing the depth fails to forebode well. This hexagram, truly a dire omen..."

At that, the elder frowned, troubled and unsure how to proceed.

This hexagram, drawn after Xiong Ba’s death, was the first hexagram since he emerged into the world again, yet it resulted in the ominous Water and Thunder hexagram.

Now that the hexagram has emerged, despite not disclosing it, he who reads fortunes knows he is already involved.

Getting into the game is easy, but leaving the game is another matter entirely.

Yet he, All-knowing Bai Xiaosheng, is not just aware of matters of the Martial World, he is also called All-knowing Madman.

No wrong name has been picked, no mistaken nickname either.

The word "mad" alone shows he is not one to be timid or overly cautious.

Had it not been for the Heavenly Destiny-favored Xiong Ba himself showing up at his mountain gate, he would not have chosen to seal his mountain.

But now, Heavenly Destiny has passed, and new variables have already arisen. With nothing to fear, he chooses to re-enter the game and roam the Martial World, which is All-knowing Bai Xiaosheng’s greatest joy.