Trillionaire's Slice of Life-Chapter 1159 - 729: Head of the Discipline Court_2

Chapter 1159 -729: Head of the Discipline Court_2

At this moment, Chu Mo suddenly felt a trace of hesitation in his heart.

Qin Lan and Lei Ting were his closest protectors. To be honest, Chu Mo actually had no real control over them. Lei Ting followed him initially only because of Liu Manli, the richest woman in Hua Country.

As for Qin Lan, her true purpose was even more complex, and even Chu Mo did not understand why a powerful Great Grandmaster like her was willing to stay by his side.

In short, the two of them were there to protect Chu Mo’s basic safety, but Chu Mo could not truly command them to do anything.

Now, if he were to use the Eyes of Death on them, planting the seed of fear in their minds, then they would be completely at his service going forward, and Chu Mo would no longer have to worry about the possibility that they could leave him at any time.

However, the same usage of the Eyes of Death would mean that neither Qin Lan nor Lei Ting, who had just taken the Heavenly Spirit Pill and was on the verge of a breakthrough, would be able to further advance in the future.

Even though both Lei Ting and Qin Lan were Great Grandmasters, they were still too weak for Chu Mo. At the very least, only if both reached the level of a higher-tier Great Grandmaster would they truly have the capability to protect him thoroughly.

Otherwise, with their current strengths, not to mention top-tier Half-step Celestial Gods like Tian Ya and Zhi Hui, even if they were to face the heads of the four great families together, they would not stand a chance.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Mo abandoned the idea of using the Eyes of Death on them.

Just as Chu Mo was about to retract his system skill, he suddenly heard Qin Lan’s chilly voice.

“Who is the one lurking in the shadows all this time? Come out now!”

Following Qin Lan’s icy voice, after a moment, some noise came from the jungle behind them, and then an old monk with white eyebrows and a kasaya slowly appeared in front of them!

“Amitabha!

Little monk Zhi Hui… greets senior Chu!”

The white-browed monk closed his palms together, chanted the Buddhist Law, and then bowed his head deeply before Chu Mo.

Meanwhile, Lei Ting, who was a few dozen steps behind Chu Mo, flashed over to Chu Mo’s side. The towering man immediately whispered in Chu Mo’s ear:

“Mr. Chu, this is Master Zhi Hui, the Chief of Shaolin’s Discipline Court. Master Zhi Hui is Abbot Zhi Shang’s junior brother and his strength is unfathomably deep!”

Chu Mo’s Eyes of Death remained active as he stared at the old monk before him. Since the man was Zhi Shang’s junior brother, he was very likely an enemy, as Chu Mo had just blasted his senior brother to oblivion in a moment. Both morally and rationally, the man would seek revenge.

Thus, Chu Mo did not show the slightest courtesy, immediately activating the Eyes of Death on the Chief of the Discipline Court. Once facing Chu Mo, under the deterrence of the Eyes of Death, a deep fear would grow within him, and he would neither advance in martial arts nor dare to appear before Chu Mo again.

But just as the black glow in Chu Mo’s eyes intensified, the old monk in front of him finally raised his head, only to Chu Mo’s surprise, he had his eyes closed, not meeting Chu Mo’s gaze.

“Amitabha, Senior Chu may not know. Before confronting you, my senior brother specially instructed me that no matter what happens today, it is unrelated to Shaolin. Today’s matter is entirely my senior brother Zhi Shang’s personal affair. Regardless of life or death, all consequences are his own to bear, and Shaolin cannot intercede the slightest.

My senior brother has passed away today. It seems he was long prepared to face death. All things have cause and effect… It is fortunate that my senior brother was able to let go of his obsessions in the end!

Well said, well said!”

The white-haired old monk, resembling Zhi Shang by five points, possessed a character detached from worldly conflicts. Seeing him keep his eyes closed, Chu Mo understood that the monk was on guard against the Eyes of Death, making it impossible to plant the seed of fear inside him.

And if Chu Mo continued to use the system skill, it might harm his own people. So, after a moment of silence, Chu Mo voluntarily deactivated the Eyes of Death skill.

The moment the skill disappeared, the black vortex in Chu Mo’s eyes also slowly faded. And when the light in Chu Mo’s eyes extinguished, the old man with white hair and beard finally opened his eyes.

“Senior Chu’s esteemed visit is a great honor. Today, I am here to receive you. A vegetarian meal has been prepared inside the monastery, Senior Chu, please!”

The compassionate monk before him bowed slightly, then made an inviting gesture.

In Chu Mo’s careful observation, though there seemed to be some turbidity in the monk’s eyes, there was not the slightest hint of hatred or loathing, as if he felt nothing about the death of Shaolin Temple’s Abbot Zhi Shang.

“The host can use the Real Eye to observe the other party’s emotional values.”

The Real Eye can see all the hidden emotions of the target, and it can also reveal hidden strengths, among other things. The Real Eye is divided into permanent and temporary abilities.

To use it temporarily, you need one hundred Divine Tycoon points. If the host wishes to permanently possess the Real Eye, you need to redeem ten thousand Divine Tycoon points!”

The cold voice of the system in his mind rang out once more, a sensation to which Chu Mo was still somewhat unaccustomed.

It had been almost two years since he acquired the system. Except for the initial activation reminder, it had remained dormant. Now, after two years, the system was reactivated, occasionally speaking in his mind, prompting Chu Mo about various situations, forcing him to slowly adapt.

Chu Mo indeed felt unsure about the old monk before him. After all, he was Abbot Zhi Shang’s junior brother. Chu Mo didn’t even know his true strength, let alone his inner thoughts.

Although Chu Mo very much desired the permanent Real Eye, ten thousand Divine Tycoon points were simply too expensive, yet a hundred points were still acceptable to him.

So, after a moment’s hesitation, Chu Mo thought to himself:

“Activate the Real Eye!”

As the faint words fell, a trace of bewilderment flashed in Chu Mo’s eyes. In an instant, he regained his clarity, and at the same time, a virtual display appeared before Chu Mo with all the details of the white-browed old monk.

“Target observed: Chief of the Shaolin Discipline Court, Zhi Hui.

Emotional value: twenty-three, level of detachment from desires!

There is no hatred or thoughts of vengeance in his heart.

Hidden strength: Peak-level senior Great Grandmaster!

Cultivation Technique: Shaolin Great Strength Vajra Finger…!”

Moments later, the virtual display disappeared, and without hesitation, Chu Mo stepped forward to walk alongside Chief Zhi Hui, heading unhurriedly toward the Shaolin Temple.

According to the system’s observation, Master Zhi Hui beside him harbored no ill will towards him. This meant that for the passing of Abbot Zhi Shang of the Shaolin Temple, the Chief of the Discipline Court bore no grudge against him nor had any thoughts of revenge.

Chu Mo felt an inexplicable emotion within him. Whether it was the departed Abbot Zhi Shang or the present Chief Zhi Hui, these were true martial arts masters. Their disposition and cultivation were truly different from that of ordinary people.

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As the group entered the gates of the Shaolin Temple, Chu Mo was met with a serene and peaceful scene. Tourists from all over the world were visiting the temple, and some, with hearts full of reverence, were burning incense and praying before the Buddha statues.

Along the way, numerous young monks paid their respects to Chief Zhi Hui. It was evident that, in the face of the Chief of the Discipline Court, they expressed extraordinary respect and awe, as if fearing punishment.

When the group arrived before a great Buddha statue, they saw a young man with golden hair, prostrating with both hands on the ground, worshipping devoutly.

The somewhat distracted Chu Mo suddenly stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on the enormous Buddha statue before him, a strange expression emerging in his eyes.

At this moment, Chu Mo distinctly felt the Sharira that had been repaired in his bosom getting hot.