Chapter 89: Double Flash Award on Chongyang Festival

Ning Wanjun originally thought that Huo Yuanzhen was merely helping her out, that he would stay in the room for a bit and then leave. However, she never expected him to tell her that the relic had been found.

Although the relic had been found, it was a treasure of the Buddhist sect and could not be taken by Ning Wanjun. The relic needed to remain at Shaolin, atop the Wanfo Pagoda, and the man who had agreed to marry Ning Wanjun could only come to Shaolin's Wanfo Pagoda for treatment.

Originally, Huo Yuanzhen planned to extract the Jiuyang Zhenjing before coming to treat that man's Qingming Divine Palm cold poison. However, as easy as it sounded, it was far too difficult to achieve.

The Jiuyang Zhenjing might not appear again for years, and even if it did, he might not be able to extract it. Ning Wanjun, however, couldn't wait too long.

For many reasons, Huo Yuanzhen did not want to see Ning Wanjun marry a man she did not love, or worse, a man who was about to die.

No matter how valuable the relic was, it was still a dead thing. Using it to create a beautiful act could still be its merit.

"Ning girl, go, find that person, and your suffering will be over."

Huo Yuanzhen sat cross-legged on the cushion, smiling kindly, with a gentle expression.

Ning Wanjun's eyes immediately filled with tears, and she no longer cared about maintaining her composure. She lifted her veil and stood in front of Huo Yuanzhen, her tears streaming down her face.

"Master, Wanjun thanks you. You have saved me twice. These years, these two matters have weighed on my heart and caused unbearable pain. I feel like I'm not even myself anymore. I used to love to laugh, to play, but since I grew up and learned about my father's situation and my marriage, I changed. I became a stranger even to myself. It was you, Master, who saved me. How can Wanjun repay you?"

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, with tears like pear blossoms, Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Ning girl, happiness is something one must strive for. Your happy life, you have earned it yourself. The humble efforts of this monk are nothing to mention."

"No, Master, without you, Wanjun still wouldn't have the happiness she has today. I would still be the same scheming woman, forever living in darkness."

"Amitabha, no matter how scheming, it's not deeper than the valley. All desires and wishes are worldly. Ning girl, let go. Life is but a few decades of cold and heat. Fate is a blessing. Don't dwell too much, and do what you wish!"

After speaking, Huo Yuanzhen gently extended his hand in a gesture of invitation, signaling that Ning Wanjun could leave to find that person now.

But Ning Wanjun stood still, staring at Huo Yuanzhen, softly muttering, "Fate is a blessing, do what you wish."

With graceful steps, Ning Wanjun slowly walked up to Huo Yuanzhen, suddenly reaching out and grabbing his hand, surprising him!

"Master, I understand now. Wanjun knows where her happiness lies."

Huo Yuanzhen did not immediately withdraw his hand. He looked at Ning Wanjun and said, "Ning girl, what do you understand?"

Ning Wanjun's face turned red. She softly whispered to Huo Yuanzhen, "Just like I'm holding your hand now, that is happiness."

After saying this, Ning Wanjun shyly let go of his hand and quickly ran out of the room.

Watching her beautiful figure leave, Huo Yuanzhen stood up, looked out the window, and sighed, "You're not holding this monk's hand."

In the night, a giant divine eagle soared into the clouds, gliding slowly through the sky, following a carriage as it left.

Since Ning Wanjun left, Huo Yuanzhen had closed himself off to continue cultivating the Pure Boy Skill. He practiced for three days, only stopping on the night of the eighth of September.

After midnight, it would be the ninth of September, the Chongyang Festival, which granted an additional opportunity to draw from the system.

Huo Yuanzhen left his room and returned to the top of the Wanfo Pagoda.

The last time he was here, he had drawn the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill and had seen the Jiuyang Zhenjing, which had made Huo Yuanzhen somewhat superstitious. Perhaps this place brought him good fortune.

He sat down at the top of the pagoda and silently waited for the time to come.

Huo Yuanzhen's desire for internal power had never been as urgent as it was now.

Shaolin had been developing rapidly, but Huo Yuanzhen felt it was still far from enough. There were too many issues to deal with.

The Tian Dao Alliance, the Zhongyue Sect, the recently appeared Mo Lan, the injured old nun who had left, and the war that might break out at any time – Shaolin needed to be able to defend itself.

Internal power was the foundation of all martial arts, and it was something Shaolin could not afford to lack.

So, this time, when he came here to draw, Huo Yuanzhen was hoping for an internal power skill.

At midnight, the system prompt rang: "Chongyang Festival grants an additional chance to draw. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Yes."

A burst of light flashed, and the system wheel reappeared with thirty-six patterns.

Huo Yuanzhen's eyes first landed on the martial arts section.

The six martial arts skills were listed, and the first one was the Plum Blossom Stance.

This skill had appeared many times before, but Huo Yuanzhen had never drawn it. Though it seemed like a basic skill, it was extremely practical. Just like Huo Yuanzhen's Iron Head Skill, which, when cultivated to its peak, could work wonders.

However, Huo Yuanzhen's goal was internal power, and although the Plum Blossom Stance was useful, it wasn't urgently needed.

The second option was the Big Smash Palm.

This palm technique was different from the Great Compassionate Palm. It focused on being strong and forceful, capable of smashing stones with a single palm. Although it was a very powerful skill, Huo Yuanzhen didn't want to draw it. He already had a palm technique, and drawing it would be a waste.

The third option was Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand.

Huo Yuanzhen had always been interested in this technique when he watched movies. It was very powerful; with one claw, stones could be crushed to dust. It had appeared before but he didn't draw it.

The fourth option was the Wuxiang Jie Finger.

The Wuxiang Jie Finger was a powerful finger technique. He had seen it in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils in his previous life, performed by the Shaolin monk Xuān Bēi. The technique was very powerful, with pure Yang energy that could incinerate a person's body.

However, it consumed a lot of internal energy, which Huo Yuanzhen couldn't afford to use.

The fifth option was the upper part of the Wuxiang Divine Skill.

Huo Yuanzhen's heart surged when he saw this. This was really a fortunate moment! This was truly a blessing from Buddha!

The Wuxiang Divine Skill was one of Buddhism's greatest treasures, a cultivation method for the highest level of Qi. Once completed, the internal energy would be incredibly abundant, and the practitioner would exude an aura that commanded respect and admiration.

This skill was divided into two parts, and what appeared now was the upper part.

Huo Yuanzhen estimated that if he succeeded in cultivating the upper part of the Wuxiang Divine Skill, his internal energy would increase by at least ten times, though whether his Pure Boy Skill would evolve was still uncertain.

Excited, Huo Yuanzhen looked at the last option.

Damn!

Huo Yuanzhen, as the abbot, rarely swore, but now he couldn't help himself.

This was the true invincible technique!

Even if he completed Jiuyang, it wouldn't necessarily make him invincible, but if he perfected this technique, then he would truly be undefeatable, or at least invincible.

The first volume of the Golden Bell Shield!

No need to say more. Just this first volume alone would be unbeatable. No one could harm him.

Although this was only the first volume, it was truly a must-have skill. Without the first volume, the second volume wouldn't even appear.

Now, Huo Yuanzhen was torn. Which one should he choose?

The upper part of the Wuxiang Divine Skill or the first volume of the Golden Bell Shield? He wanted both but couldn't afford to miss either.

Logically, the Golden Bell Shield was the best choice, but without internal power, how could he fight? But if he drew internal power, who knew when the Golden Bell Shield would appear again?

After calculating the distance between the two options, Huo Yuanzhen was pacing back and forth in the Wanfo Pagoda. What should he do?

Time was almost up, and he hadn't even considered other prizes. It was too late to fight for the grand prizes now.

After thinking it over, Huo Yuanzhen gritted his teeth. He would wait for internal power. The Golden Bell Shield was something he had to get.

He made up his mind and clicked to start the draw.

The light dots spun quickly, one circle after another.

"It's almost stopping!"

Looking at the dots slowing down, they were getting closer to the first volume of the Golden Bell Shield.

Huo Yuanzhen's heart raced, hoping the light would stop.

But, unfortunately, the dots passed the Golden Bell Shield.

Furious, Huo Yuanzhen slammed the ground in frustration. Although he didn't get the Golden Bell Shield, there was still the chance to draw the Wuxiang Divine Skill. He couldn't panic—just four more steps, and it would come.

But the light dots slowed down again and stopped.

"It's over!"

Huo Yuanzhen sighed deeply, looking at the wheel. The Golden Bell Shield didn't appear, and neither did the Wuxiang Divine Skill. The grand prizes weren't in this area—what else could he get?

But then, a system prompt didn't come, and Huo Yuanzhen looked back at the wheel.

The dots stopped at a "吕" shaped pattern. Huo Yuanzhen had never seen it before, so it must be something new.

"What is this?"

The system prompt appeared: "Congratulations! You have drawn the Double Flash Award. The system will randomly select two closely related prizes as rewards!"

Huo Yuanzhen's heart raced again. What would the two closely related prizes be? Two silver coins? Two books of scriptures? Or two construction tokens? Or…?