The next day.
The old blind man and Arthur Chu followed Monk Hugo up the mountain.
When they reached halfway up the mountain.
A large golden retriever walked towards them.
"Hm?"
Arthur Chu's expression hardened, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances at that large golden retriever.
"Junior Brother, what's wrong?"
The old blind man asked in confusion.
"N... nothing."
Arthur Chu shook his head.
For some unknown reason, the first time he laid eyes on this large golden retriever, he just felt a sense of terrifying trepidation.
Like he had seen some extremely terrifying existence.
But looking closely.
This was clearly just a very ordinary dog.
It seems I'm truly too sensitive, for even a dog to make me feel so uneasy.
Arthur Chu smiled bitterly in his heart.
They continued to walk upwards.
The old blind man suddenly stopped in his tracks again.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
The old blind man's face was solemn, seemingly pinching his fingers to calculate something, and then he reached out and grabbed at the air in front of him twice.
"The aura of a True Dragon!"
"This place... a True Dragon has appeared here!"
The old blind man said with a tone of shock.
"What?"
Arthur Chu also paled in shock.
A True Dragon!
That was a creature from legends.
Even in ancient times, True Dragons had always only lived in rumors.
Even if there were records of True Dragons in ancient books, they were vague and ambiguous, and no one could explain them clearly.
Now.
His Senior Brother actually sensed true Dragon Qi right here in this place.
This was simply unimaginable.
"Senior Brother, you couldn't be mistaken, right? Perhaps a Flood Dragon passed by this place, who knows,"
Arthur Chu said.
The old blind man snorted.
"Have you forgotten that your Senior Brother once obtained an ancient dragon scale? How could I sense the aura of a True Dragon incorrectly?"
Hearing these words, Arthur Chu's expression also changed.
His Senior Brother's cultivation was profound, and in the Dao of observing Qi, he far surpassed him.
Since his Senior Brother said so, then Dragon Qi inevitably existed in this place.
"You two, there is indeed a dragon here."
Hugo said casually.
"What?"
The old blind man and Arthur Chu exclaimed in unison.
Hugo smiled slightly.
"This poor monk and the many fellow cultivators at the foot of the mountain have all seen it with our own eyes."
"The True Dragon emerged, and with a single breath of dragon flame, it annihilated an army of tens of thousands in an instant."
"And that True Dragon, naturally, is also kept by the Holy Son."
Hiss!!!
Hearing that it was a True Dragon kept by that Holy Son, the Senior and Junior Brothers couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
Too terrifying!
Too horrifying!
Too frightening!
To think someone could actually keep a True Dragon as a pet?
Isn't this simply a method only Immortals possess?
For a moment, the Senior and Junior Brothers became even more curious about the Holy Son Hugo spoke of.
Just what kind of earth-shattering and worldly-shocking figure is this?
After walking a bit further, the two Senior and Junior Brothers both started to get a bit nervous.
"Junior Brother, when we meet that Holy Son later, you absolutely must not show any timidity."
"I know, Senior Brother."
"Also, we absolutely cannot let that Holy Son see through our origins."
"Mm-hmm."
"Junior Brother, look at me like this, do you think I'll disturb the Holy Son?"
"Probably not."
"Junior Brother... maybe we shouldn't go up after all."
"..."
Arthur Chu felt somewhat helpless: "Senior Brother, you are too nervous."
The old blind man let out a bitter laugh.
For some unknown reason, ever since he met that bizarre pair of Master and disciple on the street yesterday, he had been badly frightened, and he still hadn't recovered from it even now.
"We have arrived. The Holy Son's residence is just ahead."
At this time, Hugo's voice sounded.
The old blind man's entire body trembled.
He was blind and couldn't see anything, but he could also feel that this place was extremely secluded, possessing an aura of peace and tranquility.
Making one feel exceptionally comfortable all over.
The old blind man hadn't felt this comfortable in many years.
He couldn't help but stretch his back.
And Arthur Chu, on the other hand, saw a very bizarre scene.
A young man, and a child looking to be seven or eight years old, both standing under the sunlight.
Performing a very strange movement.
The young man was seen sticking one of his feet high up behind him, grabbing the raised foot with one hand, and extending the other hand forward.
And that child was also following suit, but because his body was still small, he was swaying unsteadily.
"Master, can this really prolong life and increase lifespan?"
"Trust your Master, there's no mistake."
"But this movement looks so strange, and it's very difficult."
"It's fine. It feels difficult at first, but once you get proficient at it, you'll be fine."
"Master, I think my leg is going to cramp."
"Then let it cramp."
"Ouch~"
The child hugged his leg and sat on the ground, a look of agony on his face.
It looked like he really had a cramp.
The young man took a glance, ignored it, and continued performing that bizarre set of movements of his.
"Master, what was this called again?"
The child suddenly looked up and asked.
"Yoga."
"Oh."
The child stood up again and continued following the young man, bending his foot behind him.
And the three people in the distance; apart from the old blind man who couldn't see, the other two were both stunned.
Especially Hugo, a look of shock actually appeared in his eyes.
"This... this... could this be the moves from the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra, which has been lost to Buddhism for ten thousand years?"
In West Realm Buddhism, there had once been an extremely mysterious sutra in history, named the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra.
This sutra had a long history, said to trace back to the very origins of Buddhism.
And within the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra, there was a cultivation method called the Art of Yoga, which could continuously elevate a cultivator's aptitude and also had the effect of prolonging life and increasing lifespan.
It was just that as early as the ancient times, the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra had already been lost.
In the current West Realm Buddhism, only a few of the oldest temples were said to still retain a page or two of incomplete fragments of the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra.
So many people in Buddhism were searching for the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra. Even if they couldn't find the authentic work, finding even a few rubbed copies would be considered massive heaven-defying luck.
What a pity.
There had never been any progress.
Now.
Hugo had actually seen this scene before his eyes.
Yoga!
Especially hearing the word "Yoga" spoken from Quinn Ye's mouth, it made Hugo's mind reel with massive shock.
Although Arthur Chu didn't know anything about the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra, he felt an indescribable charm from Quinn Ye's movements.
A bizarre yet simple movement that seemingly encompassed the Great Dao of Life, containing endless and inexhaustible derivations.
"This Expert is indeed unfathomable!"
Arthur Chu couldn't help but admire.
With just a single glance, Arthur Chu was confident enough to conclude that this was absolutely an extraordinary figure.
At this time.
Quinn Ye also saw the three people standing in the distance.
He was startled at first, and then frowned.
Isn't this that blind fortune teller from the street? Why did he come here?
Finn Guo also looked over.
"It really is that old gentleman."
At this time, Hugo led the two people over.
"Holy Son, this poor monk has come to intrude once again."
Hugo said somewhat embarrassedly.
Quinn Ye was also speechless.
"Hugo, why do I feel like you're a pimp? Why are you always bringing people over to my place?"
Hugo had a face full of bewilderment.
A pimp?
What is a pimp?
Pimping what?
Could this be some profound Buddhist gatha again?