Fang Ling did not sleep all night because his Master Zhao Manzi also yelled all night.
"Little Fang Ling, don't be afraid. Your Master Manzi is having an episode; he'll return to normal soon."
The Old Monk stayed by his side all night, giving Fang Ling a complete sense of security.
"Master, why is Master Manzi like this?" Fang Ling asked.
The Old Monk pondered for a moment, then turned to look at where Zhao Manzi was suppressed and said, "When your Master Manzi recovers, ask him yourself!"
"Your Master doesn't know the exact reason very clearly; he's only heard a few things."
"Mm-hm!" Fang Ling nodded, his mind replaying the evaluations these Masters had of each other.
He used to think they were lying to him, but now…
"Master, they all say you've killed the most people and are the worst. Is that true?" he asked again.
The Old Monk stroked his white brows and chuckled, "That's not wrong!"
"Master took a wrong path before and indeed killed too many innocent people."
"At that time, Master was possessed; anyone who didn't convert to me would be slapped to death by me!"
"Convert? What does that mean?" Fang Ling asked.
"It's a Buddhist term, meaning to wholeheartedly believe in a certain faith, to believe in a certain Buddha," the Old Monk explained.
"Master used to wholeheartedly want to become a Buddha, so he made others convert to me."
"Anyone who didn't convert to me was a heretic in my eyes, and the fate of heretics is destruction!"
"So Master killed everyone who didn't convert to me."
"If it were me, I'd be willing to convert to Master; you're so good, Master!" Fang Ling said with a giggle.
In his opinion, the Master was the kindest person in the world.
Of course, in his current world, besides him, there were only five other people.
The Old Monk smiled faintly upon hearing this, and dotingly stroked Fang Ling's small head.
Around noon, Zhao Manzi, who had been causing a ruckus for a long time, finally quieted down.
Sword Demon and the others also emerged from his meditation room, looking very tired.
To subdue a crazed Zhao Manzi without harming him, they had suffered quite a bit.
"Little Fang Ling, your Master Manzi is calling you."
The big fatty waddled over, his body jiggling, and looked at Fang Ling.
"Got it!" Fang Ling wasn't afraid; he immediately patted his butt, stood up, and walked towards Zhao Manzi's meditation room.
Entering the meditation room, he looked at Master Zhao Manzi, who was leaning against the wall, having returned to normal.
He had reverted to the usual appearance Fang Ling saw: honest and reliable, giving off a sense of security when he was around.
"Master Manzi." He walked forward and grabbed Zhao Manzi's sleeve.
Zhao Manzi forced a smile and asked, "Little Fang Ling, were you scared by Master last night?"
Fang Ling nodded, "A little… it was the first time I saw a different Master Manzi."
"This is Master's old problem; he often has episodes," Zhao Manzi said, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
"When I grow up, I'll definitely find a good doctor to help Master Manzi cure this illness," Fang Ling said.
Zhao Manzi smiled and shook his head, "My illness can't be cured by ordinary people, but hearing you say that still makes Master very happy."
"Master cultivated an extremely evil Cultivation Technique called Taotie Divine Skill."
"It strengthens one's Physical Body by eating people."
"However, in the Late Stage of Cultivation, the drawbacks of this Divine Skill will become apparent."
"Those people who were swallowed alive by Master are filled with resentment."
"These resentments lingered for a long time, gradually gathered, and invaded my Divine Soul."
"When Master has an episode, it's these vengeful spirits screaming and roaring, causing Master to go mad as well."
"So that's how it is." Fang Ling generally understood.
"However, the Blood Sword Divine Art that Master Sword taught me also requires constant killing to become stronger."
"Will I one day become like Master Manzi, entangled by vengeful spirits?"
Zhao Manzi shook his head, "No, refining the Blood Sword with blood targets your Blood Sword of Life."
"The Blood Sword is incomparably sharp and filled with Killing Intent; the souls of those who die by the sword will be completely annihilated, having no right to become vengeful spirits."
"However, while you won't have episodes like Master, the Blood Sword will gradually affect your personality."
"It can easily make you violent and impulsive."
"Don't look at your Master Sword now, appearing gentle and aloof from the world."
"He used to be an absolute madman."
"Master Manzi, pass the Taotie Divine Skill to me!" Fang Ling blinked and said again.
Zhao Manzi's expression darkened, and he murmured, "Why do you want to learn it? Didn't Master tell you that this Divine Skill has huge drawbacks in the Late Stage of Cultivation?"
"If your Master hadn't stopped Cultivating and eating people years ago, I would have become an unconscious man-eating monster by now."
"Master has passed the Star River Boundless Fist to you; you have already inherited my legacy, so there's no need to Cultivate this evil Cultivation Technique."
Fang Ling mumbled, "Master said I could learn it."
"Master said his Golden Soul Curse can block the invasion of vengeful spirits."
"If the invasion of vengeful spirits is stopped from the very beginning, then it won't…"
Actually, he had discussed this matter with the White-browed Old Monk before, and the conclusion was as Fang Ling stated.
However, this man-eating Cultivation Technique was ultimately a heresy, too evil, and despised by others…
"This little fellow is our Disciple; do you still want him to walk the righteous Dao?"
"There are no resources in this dilapidated temple; he'll have to go down the mountain sooner or later."
"And us old fellows won't be able to leave for thousands of years; he'll be all alone outside without any background or help."
"So now, even skills like petty theft must be taught to him."
At this moment, Zhao Manzi heard the Flower Thief's telepathic message.
After a moment of thought, he raised his hand and pointed a finger at Fang Ling, passing the Taotie Divine Skill to him.
"The first step of Taotie Divine Skill is to Cultivate the inner Cultivation Technique."
"Because everyone's Physique is different, Master cannot help you with how to Cultivate the inner Cultivation Technique."
"You must carefully explore and truly familiarize yourself with this Physical Body to succeed," Zhao Manzi said.
"Understood, Disciple will definitely Master it early!" Fang Ling said with a smile.
The reason he wanted to Cultivate was that he thought that after he Cultivated, he might be able to find a way to cure Master Manzi's illness in the future.
"There's one more thing you must remember," Zhao Manzi added.
"After going down the mountain in the future, you must not let others know that you possess this Divine Skill, otherwise you will be hunted down by everyone in the world."
"If you need to eat people to Cultivate, it must be when no one else is around."
"If you accidentally get seen, then eat the person who accidentally saw you as well. In short, don't let anyone know."
Fang Ling: "Understood!"