Meng Chuan felt a bit embarrassed, unable to help but say:
"Ancestor, if this doesn't work, I'll memorize it first and learn it outside."
"If you don't comprehend it, you can't memorize it outside. Just listen."
Jia Ye had long since attained Nirvana, leaving behind only a trace on the rock layers.
He was curious why Meng Chuan could stay here with him for such a long time.
It wasn't that no one had previously comprehended the true essence of Martial Arts from him.
Among Shaolin's successors, some had talents in spiritual cultivation.
Most could find some gains from the texts carved on Book Cliff.
But like this kid, able to "come in" and chat and debate with him.
He is the only one...
Jia Ye guessed that perhaps the boy's talent in the spiritual path was terribly exceptional, enabling him to communicate with someone who had long since attained Nirvana.
At the same time, Meng Chuan also had an epiphany:
