Maru was frank and explained his mental journey without hesitation.

His meaning is also very clear. You are lucky, kid. If you are smart enough, you will quickly kowtow and become a disciple, and you will be lucky enough to obtain his inheritance.

While talking, he hugged his eyes urgently, looking at Ye Chongtian's reaction.

Ye Chongtian had no response.

He just nodded modestly and repeated, "The master praised it... I was just a lucky person to learn these eighteen Mandala Sutras..."

In the world of swords, Ye Chongtian did not intend to become a disciple. To take a step back, even if he wanted to become a disciple, he would rather be a disciple like Leng Wubing, a person who is truly good to him. Such a crazy monk is really not enough to be a role model.

Relatively speaking, Ye Chongtian is still a person who respects his teachers and respects the Tao. Once he takes someone as his teacher, he must have put him in the circle of his relatives and friends. With his pride, he will be more cautious in getting a disciple.

Just like in the real world, Yuan Youcheng released his kindness many times, but Ye Chongtian had been around for a long time. It was not until now that he had made the agreement to become a disciple after completing the competition.

This also means that he began to regard Yuan Youcheng as his relative, and he would also protect him with a sword if he had any problems in the future.

If you only want to learn martial arts, it is not necessary to worship a master.

——Especially for this crazy monk.

Sometimes, if you are expected to get something that you can easily get, it will make you more anxious.

Monk Maru obviously did not expect that Ye Chongtian's reaction would be like this. For a moment, he was stunned.

"... I originally practiced Buddhist martial arts, practiced for decades and kept the precepts unmoved, and had reached the realm of a physical arhat, and all evil spirits were evaded. Later, because of a major change, I changed to practice the magical martial arts, and the combination of Buddha and demons and realized the realm of demon Bodhisattva. Just talking about martial arts can be said to be invincible among people... Don't you think about it?"

He said that the lotus is brilliant, but he actually started to brag.

But what he said was not lies.

Ye Chongtian's heart moved. Leng Wubing and others' information was not complete enough. The monk actually changed to practice the magic sect's martial arts. Judging from his tone, it was obvious that the magic sect's martial arts attainments were stronger than before!

This may be the reason why he is crazy.

The conflict between Buddha and demon martial arts is especially related to the mind and nature. If you practice to the depths of the world, you will easily have a fierce reaction. In the end, you will get into a demon's brain and become a madman. It is reasonable to be aware of it.

However, if this is the case, it is also a very great thing that Monk Mara can survive under this situation and restore most of his mind to this day.

"The master's cultivation is profound, I admire him..."

Ye Chongtian slowly praised him and paused. Monk Mara was overjoyed, thinking that he would say something he wanted to ask for a disciple next, but unexpectedly, he would end immediately and stop talking, but his eyes turned to the Eighteen Mandala Sutra in his hand again.

"Hey! Hey!"

Monk Maru had never seen such an ignorant person. Seeing that Ye Chongtian still had no response, he couldn't help but scream twice.

Ye Chongtian raised his head and looked at Monk Marun in surprise, "Master, there is no dry food anymore. What else do you have?"

"It's not a dry food!"

Monk Mara was furious and slapped the rocks on the ground with a angrily slap, making stone chips fly. "I have been devoted to martial arts for decades, but I have never had any successors..."

When he was in the temple, he was a martial arts tycoon, so where did he have time to take care of his disciples? Later, he traveled all over the world and took it as his mission to kill demons and eliminate demons, and he had no time to accept disciples. Later, after he became crazy, all those who approached him were eaten, so where could he have any other disciples?

"...I am old this year and I am trapped at the bottom of this magical cliff. It's a pity that my martial arts are about to be lost..."

As he said, he glanced at Ye Chongtian with his eyes, thinking that you should understand such a clear hint.

Ye Chongtian nodded indeed.

"The master is very skilled in martial arts. It would be a pity if he lost it. However, we are now at the bottom of the Demon Loss Cliff, so we can't find someone - by the way, Master, you said that after I practiced the Eighteen Mandala Sutra, I can leave the bottom of the Demon Loss Cliff. Then I will teach Master Xie the virtue of the sutra. Then I will help you pay attention to whether there are any successors..."

"Fool!"

Monk Maru could no longer bear it, so he flew up, roared in the air, his palms flew, and blasted the rock walls on all sides into smoke and dust!

Ye Chongtian was in the dust and mist, but he smiled calmly.

He knew that Monk Mara had reached its limit. At this time, it was not him who sought inheritance, but the monk insisted on teaching martial arts.

The host and guest situation... have changed positions!

Sure enough, Monk Ba Xun calmed down after a while. He fell to the bottom of the valley, and his expression became helpless. He gritted his teeth and walked in front of Ye Chongtian.

"Little donor, I have been crazy for thirty years and have comprehended the method of unity of Buddha and demons. Unfortunately, I can never get out of the bottom of this demon's destruction. I eat people and kill people. I have a serious sin. Even if I die here, it will be nothing. But if this mental method is lost, it will be a bit regretful..."

He changed his tone, very sincere.

"I know you don't want to be my teacher, little donor, and I know that my mind is a little bad. If you force yourself to accept you as your disciple, it will become your worries."

Monk Mara smiled bitterly, looking serious.

"That's it. When you are at the bottom of this cliff, I wish to teach you all your martial arts, especially the method of unity of Buddha and demons... I just hope that after you have learned it, I will find a successor for me in the future, and then hand over the three unique skills of Wuya Temple back to the temple. This is also my wish."

Although he was not very clear about his mind, he could understand his cultivation for so many years.

From Ye Chongtian's attitude, he had already clarified the other party's thoughts and knew that this method was the best solution.

His martial arts can't be lost just like this, right?

Monk Mara is also the one who knows his own situation best. Since he became a demon thirty years ago, he has been surviving. If he hadn't been to fight for a breath, he would never have lived until now.

Now that he is old and approaching his twilight years, his hope of leaving the bottom of the demon-losing cliff is becoming increasingly slim.

Originally, he was hoping that there would be a successor to avenge him, but looking back at what he had done for so many years, this hope might be a luxury.

It is his wish to be able to pass on martial arts and return the three unique skills in the temple!

"Little donor, are you willing to accept the teachings of me, the dying person?"

He sighed, and the wrinkles on his forehead suddenly became deep, as if he had been aged for decades, his tone was like a plea.

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