Chapter 120:
After the initial happiness, Hai Wuya beca aware of another issue, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Maybe it’s not appropriate," Hai Wuya said.
"I studied diligently in the heavenly prison for thirty years and created a unique martial art. It is actually different from ancient martial arts and the present martial arts."
"This path is not yet perfect. Currently, I am the only one practicing it, so there may still be shortcomings. It may not be suitable for others to practice."
"If martial arts cultivation goes astray, it can be deadly."
"Although Qiao Zhong is a death row inmate with a life-threatening situation, it is not yet appropriate to promote this incomplete martial art."
Hai Wuya’s martial arts focus on humanity, but this proposition is too big for him.
Human effort is sotis limited. Even after studying in the heavenly prison for thirty years, the martial art he discovered is still just a beginning.
"Mr. Hai is indeed kind and just. Despite being overwheld, you still has the capacity to concern himself with other people’s lives." Wei En’s lips slightly curled, and his usual cold expression softened a bit at this mont.
Hai Wuya is advanced in age, but now it seems that his exploration of martial arts has yielded results.
The most urgent matter for him is probably spreading the teachings, but he can’t hold back at this mont.
"However, Mr. Hai doesn’t need to make a hasty decision. You can personally ask Qiao Zhong if he is willing to take the risk of becoming obsessed or even dying, in order to practice your techniques."
"Whether to pass on the teachings or not is the suggestion of Wuji Association, but ultimately it depends on your own decision."
"To practice or not, it ultimately depends on Qiao Zhong’s own thoughts."
Hai Wuya pondered.
………..
When Wei En and Hai Wuya returned from the interrogation room, they discovered that Dao Zhen from the Great Dao Sect was no longer there.
He seed to be aware that he was not welco in this heavenly prison, so he decided to leave first… temporarily, of course.
His duty was to monitor Qiao Mu. Although Qiao Mu couldn’t leave the heavenly prison, it was still necessary to go through the motions.
Wei En dismissed the guards around him and found a reason to send them away, then he left himself.
In the corner of this heavenly prison, only Qiao Mu and Hai Wuya are left for now.
It was silent around, and for a mont, they could only hear the sound of mice scurrying in the corner.
Hai Wuya first tidied up the ssy prison cell, arranging the books on the floor neatly and creating a small empty space.
This small empty space was his "desk," with sunlight shining through the window, casting a glow on his shoulder and dust floating in the light.
He turned his head to look at Qiao Mu and suddenly asked,
"Qiao Zhong, soone asked
to pass on all my lifelong knowledge to you… but before that, I have a question."
"You are already in your sixties, not young anymore, and have achieved the 4th rank in martial arts, practicing for many years. It is likely that you already have your own martial arts philosophy…"
"Let
ask you, why do you practice martial arts?"
Qiao Mu squinted his eyes.
From Hai Wuya’s Martial Saint Spiritual Technique intuition and this sentence, he should be the person sent by the Wuji Association to pass on his top-level techniques.
So, he entered this heavenly prison and happened to be arranged in the neighboring cell to Hai Wuya’s. It doesn’t seem like a coincidence.
So, he started thinking seriously about Hai Wuya’s question.
Based on his extensive experience of doing dangerous things, he keenly realized that this was a great opportunity to show off his skills and impress others.
If he were to talk extensively in front of Hai Wuya about helping people and defeating immortals using martial arts, considering Hai Wuya’s hostile stance towards inhuman beings, he would certainly earn high marks this ti.
But after listening to Hai Wuya’s understanding of martial arts, he suddenly didn’t want to answer like that anymore.
"Training in martial arts is naturally for becoming stronger." This is what Qiao Mu truly thinks, rather than so lofty and righteous ideology.
"My goal is to make my fists bigger and stronger."
Hai Wuya remained silent, showing no expression on his face.
He spent thirty years in the heavenly prison, but he was not oblivious to the outside world.
He heard about the death of the Martial Saint and the several disturbances caused by his cellmate.
However, he didn’t show any disappointnt on his face when he heard Qiao Mu’s simple intention.
Qiao Mu continued, "Only with a big fist can one stand up and fight against injustice and unfairness."
"If the fist is not big enough and the abilities are insufficient, standing up rashly may not only invite danger, but also fail to save people, or even harm family mbers."
"What I seek is nothing more than a clear understanding and adherence to human morality."
It is said that Qiao’s family is righteous and courageous, willing to take the lead for the world, but Qiao Mu naturally knew that he was not a moral saint, nor did he ever think of becoming one.
Qiao Mu was not afraid of danger to his own life, he even wanted it.
But if he couldn’t save people, or if the trouble extended to those around him, that was not what he wanted.
When Qiao Mu first ca to this place, he acted foolishly. But later, when he saw that things could beco serious and might affect the people around him, he started to act more carefully.
Of course, he still acts rashly sotis, but not as impulsively as before.
"Being considerate of oneself and seeking righteousness. It is indeed sothing desirable," Hai Wuya nodded, showing his approval.
"Hmm? Old Hai, don’t you have sothing else to say? My pursuit in martial arts doesn’t have the grand idea of martial arts being equivalent to righteousness, like yours," Qiao Mu was slightly surprised.
"Hehe, that is just an idea," Hai Wuya chuckled.
"There are no saints in this world. In my younger years, I simply wanted to beco an official and gain fa. It was only after failing the imperial examinations several tis that things took a different turn."
"When I entered Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts, I saw it as a shortcut to becoming an official."
"Before I angered the emperor with an inhuman act and was imprisoned in the heavenly prison, I was just a regular second-rank civil servant who happened to know so martial arts. In the court, there were officials higher in rank and stronger in martial arts than ."
Hai Wuya, the martial monk of Shaolin in his pri, didn’t initially hold the belief that martial arts were equivalent to righteousness. This belief slowly ford after being imprisoned in the heavenly prison.
"The Confucianists talk about self-cultivation, family harmony, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world. They don’t set ‘bringing peace to the world’ as their goal from the beginning," said Hai Wuya.
Hai Wuya stood up and searched through the surrounding piles of books for a while before finally finding a manuscript.
"There is another question."
Hai Wuya held the manuscript in his hand, and the ray of sunlight shining through the heavenly prison window fell on his shoulder. His gray-white hair seed to shimr in the sunlight at that mont.
"My cultivation thod is not so extraordinary divine technique."
"In my plan, this will be a martial arts technique that anyone can practice. Even people with dull aptitude can cultivate it as long as they have enough perseverance, though their progress might be slower."
"This technique was created for everyone in the world, not just for the top-notch martial artists with exceptional talents. It’s not dazzling or miraculous."
"Most importantly, this technique was created by
and is not perfect. Learning it might lead to the wrong path and even lead to demonic possession and death! Even so, are you still willing to learn?" Hai Wuya asked.
"Hahaha…" Laughter echoed from within the heavenly prison, Qiao Mu’s laughter.
"What could be unwilling? Only death. I, Qiao Zhong, long for it!"
Hai Wuya’s face slightly changed, handing over the manuscript.
With the strong eyesight of a martial artist, Qiao Mu could clearly read the title of the first page of the manuscript.
《Human Path Sutra》
However, what surprised him was that the three words "Human Path Sutra" had a horizontal line crossing through them, indicating that they were crossed out.
And beside this "Human Path Sutra
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