nyslfriends Chapter 71 Smothering the Lamp and Stirring the Flame? I'll ignite your karma with mortal fire!
Chapter 71 Smothering the Lamp and Stirring the Flame? I'll ignite your karma with mortal fire!
Lu Chen also stopped fanning himself.
He sat up straight and looked at the person who walked closer.
He was an old monk, wearing a patched gray robe and carrying a broken oil lamp.
The old monk walked up to the Arhat who was subduing dragons. The Arhat was bowing his head and pressing his gold tooth, unaware that there was someone else beside him.
The old monk stopped and looked down at the gold tooth on the ground.
"Amitabha."
Hoarseness.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon's hand trembled, and he raised his head.
The moment the Arhat Subduing Dragon saw the old monk, his face instantly lost all color.
He scrambled to his feet and knelt down with a thud.
"Ancient...ancient Buddha..."
The Arhat who subdued the tiger panicked and knelt down as well.
The thousands of Jiedi and Arhats who were working behind them all dropped the stones in their hands and knelt down.
The old monk didn't look at them. He walked around the kneeling crowd, slowly walked to the entrance of the villa, and stopped three steps away from Lu Chen's recliner.
The old monk raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
He bent slightly and clasped his hands together.
"donor."
"The old monk has traveled a long way and is parched."
"Is there any cool water available? Could you please offer a bowl?"
The old monk spoke softly.
Pigsy was hiding behind the door, holding half a ladle of swill to feed the pigs.
Hearing the sound, he peeked out through the crack in the door.
Just one glance.
Pigsy dropped the water ladle from his hand with a thud.
Swill splashed all over his shoes, but he didn't even care. His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the doorstep.
"Second Brother, what's wrong?" Sha Wujing quickly went over to help him.
"Light...light the lamp..." Pigsy's teeth chattered, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Sha Wujing's expression changed upon hearing those two words.
That was once the pillar of Western Buddhism, an ancient Buddha to whom even the Tathagata Buddha would treat as a disciple.
In the courtyard, Tang Sanzang, holding a broom, slowly turned around.
He looked at the old monk standing at the end of the cobblestone path.
Put down the broom.
Tang Sanzang straightened his dusty monk's robes and walked out with a dignified expression.
Walk to a spot three steps away from the old monk.
Tang Sanzang bent his knees, knelt on the muddy ground, clasped his hands together, and performed the most solemn salute.
"Disciple Xuanzang pays homage to the ancient Buddha."
Tang Sanzang's kneeling was tantamount to completely revealing the old monk's identity.
The group of monks outside who were moving stones, the Jiedi and Arhats who were pressing gold teeth, lowered their heads even further, holding back their heavy breathing, for fear of disturbing this ancestor.
Dipankara Buddha lowered his eyelids and glanced at Tang Sanzang kneeling before him.
"Xuanzang, are you sweeping the floor?"
"Yes, Ancient Buddha."
"Your path leads to the Western Paradise, why are you sweeping the courtyard of a mortal?"
Tang Sanzang raised his head, meeting the murky gaze of the lamp.
He did not dodge.
"I believe that sweeping the floor is also a form of spiritual practice."
"The ground in this courtyard is swept clean. I can't see the road to the Western Paradise clearly, and I'm afraid I'll step in mud."
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong almost cheered from the tree branch.
His master hadn't wasted the past six months; he finally stood up for himself! His reply was neither humble nor arrogant, which only made Lingshan's face sink even further.
The Dipankara Buddha statue is lifeless.
He simply shook his head slowly.
"You can see this small area clearly, but you can't see the great Dao of the Three Realms. So be it."
Ran Deng bypassed Tang Sanzang and his gaze returned to Lu Chen.
Lu Chen was still sitting in the recliner, idly fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.
He looked at the old monk's chapped lips.
"Bajie, go and fetch a bowl of cool water from the water vat."
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Lu Chen called out.
Pigsy, who was behind the door, scrambled to his feet, grabbed a chipped rough porcelain bowl, ran to the water vat, and scooped it full of water.
When Pigsy came out carrying the bowl, his hands were shaking so badly that he spilled almost half of the water.
Lu Chen took the bowl and handed it to Randeng.
"The well water was just drawn up; it's thirst-quenching."
Ran Deng stretched out his withered hands and took the broken bowl.
He showed no disgust or defensiveness.
He tilted his head back and gulped down the remaining half bowl of water.
A drop of water trickled down his wrinkled chin and into his worn-out collar.
"Good water." Ran Deng placed the empty bowl on the small wooden table next to him.
"Sweet and refreshing, but unfortunately, it can only quench thirst temporarily, not quench the karmic fire of the three realms."
"Old monk, just drink water, don't go on like that." Lu Chen pointed to the stone stool next to him, "Sit wherever you like."
Without standing on ceremony, Ran Deng slowly sat down.
He gently placed the broken oil lamp he was carrying on the wooden table.
The moment the base of the oil lamp touched the table, the light in the courtyard suddenly dimmed.
It wasn't that the sun had set; it was that all the light around us seemed to have been absorbed by this lamp.
The tiny spark, about the size of a soybean, on the wick emitted a faint, indescribable glow.
Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly, and all the monkey hairs on his body stood on end.
He sensed an unprecedented crisis.
In the presence of this old monk, time and space seemed to be redefined by the light of that lamp.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
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"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
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"Benefactor," Ran Deng said, looking at Lu Chen.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"Benefactor," Ran Deng said, looking at Lu Chen.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"Benefactor," Ran Deng said, looking at Lu Chen.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
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"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"Benefactor," Ran Deng said, looking at Lu Chen.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
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"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
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"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"Benefactor," Ran Deng said, looking at Lu Chen.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"Benefactor," Ran Deng said, looking at Lu Chen.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
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"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
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"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"Benefactor," Ran Deng said, looking at Lu Chen.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.
"As Buddhist disciples, we have paved the way outside this gate; the cause and effect are now sealed."
"They woke me up, and they helped me repair the road to pay off my debts—it's a fair trade."
Lu Chen picked up the palm-leaf fan and continued to fan himself.
"Cause and effect always become more and more complex as they are intertwined."
Ran Deng sighed, and he stretched out a withered finger to touch the edge of the oil lamp.
"This lamp is named Liuli, and it has been with this old monk for many years."
"It illuminated the darkness of ancient times and ignited the flames of the Investiture of the Gods."
"Where the light shines, there is the constant; where the light doesn't shine, there is the variable."
Ran Deng raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Lu Chen.
"My friend, you are not in this lamplight."
"Your past is a blank, and your future is something even this old monk cannot see through."
"You are a variable."
Lu Chen stopped fanning himself.
"So? You want to tell my fortune?"
"This old monk never tells fortunes."
Ran Deng slowly raised his hand, pinching the tiny wick between his thumb and forefinger.
"The old monk's job is simply to smooth out the variables."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ran Deng clenched his two fingers and extinguished the wick.
In that instant, the entire Wuwu Manor, including the valley outside, was plunged into complete darkness.
The darkness was like nothingness; sight, hearing, and touch were all stripped away at that moment.
Sun Wukong found he could no longer see his golden cudgel, Tang Sanzang found he could no longer feel his broom, and even the air seemed to have stopped moving.
Burning Lamp was using his law of causality to forcibly erase the space where Lu Chen was located.
Since you do not belong to the Three Realms, I will make the Three Realms forget you.
In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the lamp-lighter rang out, carrying a kind of lofty compassion.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, it's time to start this game again."
However, the next second.
A very soft scraping sound came from the darkness.
"Sizzle."
A tiny flame lit up in the heart of the darkness.
Ran Deng was stunned. His eyes, which had seen through eternity, slowly widened.
The light shone back on the courtyard.
Lu Chen sat on a recliner, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
A bright red flame was burning at one end of the wooden stick.