Chapter 659 Vishnu (2/2)

”Is there any proof?” The old Daoist said.

Eleventh sister turned her eyeballs and in her embrace was an illustration of a piano which was filled with animals on top of it. On the piano's body, there were four words, the 'Heritage Tune of the Great Saint'. When she softly waved the chords, there were countless of tunes coming out that flew towards the old Daoist. Then she said, ”If you feel pain, it means I'm real.”

In the midst of speaking, she realized that the tunes which were supposed to move at the speed of light were actually flying slowly towards the old Daoist. Then, when the old Daoist opened up his sleeve and revealed a black hole, all the tunes got contained in the hole. Even she had felt a terrifying attracting force. If her Dao foundation was not firm, she might have flown inside too.

She seemed to have thought of something then she quickly said, ”I'm Kunpeng Founding Master's great-great-granddaughter, named Jing Shu. Is this supernatural power of yours the Technique of Having An Ace Up One's Sleeve? Are you Zhen Yuanzi the Great Celestial?

Jing Shu could recognize the technique and then she immediately knew that she was not as capable. After all, this is the unique technique of the Wu Zhuang Temple, and the temple owner, Zhen Yuanzi's supernatural power was comparable to her old ancestor. Besides, when the old Daoist showed his technique, it was clear that his supernatural power was way above hers. If the one right in front of her was Zhen Yuanzi, if she was indecisive in admitting defeat, ten of her could not even beat one finger of Zhen Yuanzi. That man was really one of the greatest persons who were formidable and renown. Even the Winning Buddha who was her role model was defeated in his hands.

The old Daoist smiled and said, ”I'm not Zhen Yuanzi but I had been to the Wu Zhuang Temple in the past. I was granted a ginseng fruit using the title of Daoist Master Taiyi. Then I was being passed on the supernatural power of the Technique of Having An Ace Up One's Sleeve. This technique's entry level was too difficult and hence I simplified it countless times and I left it in my orthodoxy. I used to hope that my descendants would be able to restore the actual power of this Technique of Having An Ace Up One's Sleeve. However, up until today, there's still nobody that can do it.”

Jing Shu was relieved. Fortunately, it was not Zhen Yuanzi. Then she had a thought and said, ”The reason why your disciples are disappointing because their intelligence is not good enough. My innate talent must be bearable for you. Why don't you pass on the Technique of Having An Ace Up One's Sleeve to me? Even the simplified version is fine.”

The old Daoist laughed and said, ”Mini Kunpeng, you're as greedy as your ancestor. But it's fine if you want to learn the Technique of Having An Ace Up One's Sleeve but under the condition that you have to do me a favor.”

Jing Shu said, ”I'm not greedy. I don't want to learn the Technique of Having An Ace Up One's Sleeve anymore. You can try to find the others in your favor. I have something else to do, so I'd have to leave first.”

Upon finishing her sentence, she wanted to leave. She was not a fool. The Daoist's words only revealed one thing which was the fact that he had already been waiting for her at this place long ago.

She would not be so foolish to fall for it.

Then, she transformed into a Suparna bird. When she flapped her wings softly and was about to leave. Immediately, she realized something was wrong. Why would the old Daoist appear in front of her when she was traveling in the opposite direction from the old Daoist? Moreover, his sitting position did not change at all, and his fishing rod was still stretched over the Milky Way.

Then, no matter how she attempted to wave her wings, she could not move anymore.

The old Daoist laughed and said, ”Looks like although you said you don't want to help me, your body is very honest. Here you are.”

Jing Shu said, ”I admit defeat. So what do you want me to do?”

She was a gangster. Since she could not do anything about the old Daoist, why not just act hypocritically first?

The old Daoist said, ”Here I have an Amitâbha scripture. You help me deliver this to the Asura Blood Sea in the Netherworld. When you arrive, you open up this scripture. At that moment, there'll be someone who will come and guide you to a pagoda. There'll be a monk in there, his name is Rama. You pass the scripture to him and please tell him that I want to meet Vishnu.”

Jing Shu said, ”Vishnu was once defeated by Buddha and his whereabouts was unknown then. So what's the relationship between Rama and Vishnu?”

”You indeed come from a family of scholars. You're even clear about this kind of matters but you shouldn't ask more about it. By looking at your background, not to mention about Rama, even Vishnu will not make things hard for you. All I ask is for you to deliver a message on my behalf then you can learn about Wu Zhuang Temple's Technique of Having An Ace Up One's Sleeve. Where can you get such a good deal?” The old Daoist said.

Jing Shu said, ”Aren't you afraid that I'd take the chance to run away to go back home together with your Amitâbha scripture when I'm on the way to deliver the letter?”

The old Daoist smiled without talking.