In three months, Zhao Yunhai had no intention of staying put in Haicheng.
There were definitely many more protagonists in the world waiting to be discovered.
Waiting three months felt like giving these protagonists time to develop in the early stages.
Therefore, Zhao Yunhai decided to set a small goal for these three months: to recruit two protagonists to be his subordinates first. As for how much ashes could be scattered, it would depend on the protagonists' own fortunes.
On the high-speed train to Dongdu, Qianzhou, Zhao Yunhai did not opt for a private jet, as there were no small number of protagonists on the high-speed train.
Many protagonists came from humble backgrounds and were financially constrained. This was also why protagonists always shouted about their fate being in their own hands, about not underestimating a young and poor person, or a middle-aged poor person.
Dongdu was not like Nancheng. The reason for coming here was that Yang Hui saw online videos talking about a wondrous waterfall in Dongdu. Since they wanted to see it, they came.
There were many protagonists, and going anywhere was the same. What if there was a protagonist in Dongdu too!
A'Da and others were sitting nearby, ready to ensure Young Master Yun's safety at any time.
Although Young Master Yun's martial prowess had reached the level of a Grandmaster, his status meant he could not easily take action himself.
Yang Hui was taking photos of herself and Yunhai. Their appearances were perfect without any need for editing.
Zhao Yunhai's attention, however, was on the seat by the aisle next to them.
Sitting there was a bald young monk, about twelve years old. From the side, he had a delicate and refined look.
Before he knew it, the aunt next to him couldn't resist the urge to take a photo, holding her phone and posing.
The bald young monk clutched a small urn tightly, not letting go even when he was sleepy, holding it even tighter.
It was clear that whatever was in this urn was very important to the young monk.
The young monk's side profile carried a hint of sorrow. Perhaps it was the ashes of a loved one.
After about ten minutes, the young monk seemed to succumb to his drowsiness and fell asleep. The Buddhist bead bracelet slipped from his palm and fell into his lap.
But when one is out and about, one must be wary of human hearts.
This string of Buddhist beads was clearly no ordinary item; it must be expensive. A person's malicious intent could arise in an instant.
A person walked past from behind, without any pause, right by the young monk.
However, Zhao Yunhai could no longer see the Buddhist bead bracelet in the young monk's lap.
"Interesting."
A glint of amusement flashed in Zhao Yunhai's eyes.
If you thought he would intervene to help, you would be greatly mistaken. Life was full of injustices, but did one have to meddle in every matter that had nothing to do with them?
It was one thing if one had the money and ability to intervene, but to be a do-gooder without means often led to an unsatisfactory outcome.
This was the cruel reality of life.
Four hours later, the young monk woke up. Upon waking, he searched frantically all over himself and the ground.
"That item is very important to you, isn't it?"
Seeing this, Zhao Yunhai couldn't help but speak.
"Esteemed benefactor, please tell this humble monk. This string of Buddhist beads is my master's memento."
The young monk quickly turned towards him, his entire face now visible.
Zhao Yunhai was stunned when he saw the face.
Super doubling activated, randomly rolling the dice.
【Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine】
This time, the multiplier had increased by nine hundred and ninety-nine times.
Zhao Yunhai did not rush. He knew that such a high multiplier would not be for something useful.
He just didn't expect his luck to be so good, encountering a protagonist in the same train carriage.
And this protagonist was merely a twelve-year-old young monk.
He had great potential for development.
As the nine hundred and ninety-nine times multiplier integrated into Zhao Yunhai's body, he realized how powerful the young monk's talent was.
Martial artists who cultivated Buddhism were monks, while those who cultivated Taoism were Taoist priests.
Monks became stronger through Zen enlightenment and Buddhist wisdom.
Taoist priests became stronger by comprehending the principles of the Great Tao.
Their powers were diverse, but they all shared a common root: they all required cultivation techniques, and the cultivation mode for both professions was enlightenment.
Cultivation was fair; if one's comprehension was insufficient, one might never become a martial artist in their lifetime.
But if one persevered for decades and suddenly had a breakthrough, one might transcend the Houtian realm in a single day, reach Xiantian, and become a Grandmaster, or even a Great Grandmaster.
(Don't say the power levels are off; the water isn't deep, the author can still manage.)
For those with insufficient comprehension but good cultivation aptitude, it was recommended to practice martial arts diligently.
For those with extremely high comprehension but somewhat poor cultivation aptitude, it was recommended to become a monk or a Taoist priest. In ten or twenty years, they might become powerful figures.
In ancient times, Zhao clan played a role in the suppression of Buddhism and Taoism.
The Zhao clan's ancestral land held cultivation manuals for Taoists and monks, including countless long-lost supreme texts.
However, the Zhao clan remained indifferent to these texts, leaving them to gather dust in specialized secret rooms, with only periodic cleaning by staff.
Of course, the Zhao clan had also supported Taoism and Buddhism.
Simply put, if you were obedient, they supported you; if you were disobedient, they destroyed you.
And this young monk's talent was most suited for cultivating Buddhism; he was a born Buddha-child.
With the nine hundred and ninety-nine times multiplier loaded onto Zhao Yunhai, he now possessed much Buddhist wisdom. His comprehension of Buddhist cultivation techniques was unmatched in the world.
However, Zhao Yunhai suppressed his subconscious urge to practice Buddhist techniques.
Buddhist cultivation techniques were best avoided if possible.
Buddhist wisdom pursued detachment from desires and worries. With no desires, there would be no calamities, thus no difficulties, and one could attain liberation as Tathagata.
(Nonsense, even if it's incomprehensible, it sounds impressive.)
Therefore, placing Buddhist wisdom in Zhao Yunhai's mind was a waste, but there was a perfect vessel before him.
"Esteemed benefactor, why have you stopped speaking?"
The young monk looked very anxious. This benefactor clearly knew the whereabouts of the Buddhist beads.
"Young monk, where in Qianzhou are you headed?"
Zhao Yunhai signaled the young monk to calm down. After the latter looked a little better, he smiled and asked.
"There is still time until the next stop. Those Buddhist beads are on the train and won't run away."
"I'm going to Dongdu. That's my master's hometown. I need to properly bury my master."
The young monk knew that being anxious was useless and patiently answered the esteemed benefactor's questions.
"Do you have any relatives left in this world?"
Zhao Yunhai understood and continued to ask.
"My only relative was my master. Now that he has returned to dust, I have no family left in this world."
The young monk lowered his gaze to the urn in his arms, his face still etched with sorrow.
"My condolences. If your master was an enlightened master, perhaps he has gone to the 'Buddha's Palm Land' that your Buddhist sect speaks of."
Zhao Yunhai comforted the young monk and waved for A'Da to come over.
"Young Master Yun." A'Da quickly stood up and approached.
Zhao Yunhai instructed, "Go and retrieve the young monk's Buddhist beads."
"Be careful not to draw blood. This young monk's master has just passed away."
"Understood." A'Da naturally noticed the thief's appearance and immediately walked towards the front of the carriage.
"Amitabha. This humble monk thanks the benefactor."
The young monk understood that this benefactor was no ordinary person. He clasped his hands together, filled with gratitude.