Chapter 672 — The Youth Bestows the Art
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
If he could teach you a single move or half a stance, it would serve you for a lifetime.
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. " Shen Mu reminded him: "Headman, he has already passed his cultivation arts and seal arts on to me.
" "He has passed them on already? " The Headman's interest in the First Ancestor Human Emperor vanished at once. He said, "First Ancestor, pray be seated. Forgive this junior his crippled body; I shall not rise to entertain you. " The First Ancestor Human Emperor was taken aback.
He found a seat and sat down.
Shen Mu said in high excitement, "Headman, I have found a cultivation art of physical body creation — the Emperor's Throne Divine Art of the Supreme Emperor era.
It can make your severed limbs grow back! The First Ancestor was beaten crippled, and it was I who passed him the art and brought him back!
" The Headman was startled and overjoyed. He said, trembling, "A severed leg, a severed hand — can they grow back too? " "They can! " The Pill Master ventured, "Then can a face grow back?
" Shen Mu hesitated, troubled: "I have not tried it. The First Ancestor only had his chin shattered, and a new chin grew; but whether a whole face can grow back, I do not know. " The Pill Master laughed, "I once cut off my own face to sever all feeling.
I never thought I would walk out of the Desolate Ruins and take up my old feelings again; now I find I miss that face of mine. My enemies no longer dare hunt me.
If I could have my face back, so much the better; if it cannot grow back, it does not matter, I am used to it. Can the Deaf Elder's ears grow back — and the Silent Craftsman's tongue? " The Deaf Elder gave a cold snort and turned to go: "I am not cultivating it! I do not want ears!
" The Pill Master laughed, "That old fellow.
. . Pay him no mind.
When he has thought it through, let him cultivate then. " Shen Mu set out the Bright Emperor's Flawless Creation Mystic Sutra, whole and entire, from beginning to end.
Ma Rulai said hastily, "Let me disperse the monks, lest the art be spread abroad. " Shen Mu shook his head: "No need. This Emperor's Throne art — I meant from the first to spread it through the world by way of Emperor Yanfeng.
The Crimson Brightness Divine Son will certainly pass the art on to his clansmen. If I hoard it as a treasure of my own, Jingping will never be a match for the remnants of the Crimson Brightness clan, and it will bring down great calamity.
" Ma Rulai thought it over and nodded: "The Emperor's Throne arts are exceedingly hard to comprehend thoroughly. Even if you spread them through the world, those who can cultivate them will only be those who command divine abilities, and those among them who achieve anything will be very few. " What he said was the truth: the higher the art, the greater its demands upon aptitude, comprehension, and wisdom, and the harder it is to cultivate.
For example, the Mystic-Fanged Demon Ape Zhankong and Monk Chenghuai had gone to follow the Great Brahma Heaven King Buddha and study the True Sutra of the Throne; yet the Great Brahma Heaven King Buddha did not transmit it to Shen Mu, but instead left a great Buddha, transformed from himself, to suppress the heavens above the Shenzi Continent, saying the art was within it, and bidding Shen Mu comprehend it himself.
To this day Shen Mu had comprehended nothing at all from it. The Mystic-Fanged Demon Ape and Chenghuai were men of the very highest Buddhist nature and great wisdom within the Buddhist gate. Those two could learn the Great Brahma Heaven King Buddha's art, while other monks rarely could — at most they caught its surface.