Tian Yuan

Chapter 2017 The Old Monk’s Memories

Being led by his master, getting closer and closer to the throne of supreme power in the Southern Region, Wang Shutong did not feel much joy in his heart, but only an extremely heavy sense of responsibility.

Wang Shutong wanted to struggle and was unwilling to take over so early, but Liu Nansheng rejected him outright and taught him solemnly: "You have grown up, and this position should be handed over to you. I will leave you a few tokens. If you encounter any trouble, crush them and I will definitely notice it and come back as soon as possible. In addition, my sect and Qing Sect are allies. At that time, we often sent people to discuss and exchange ideas. We need to maintain this friendship..."

Liu Nansheng explained some important things and hoped that Wang Shutong would be able to manage Lihua Palace well in the future.

"Master..."

At this moment, Wang Shutong had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

Walking to the highest point, Wang Shutong looked at the exquisite jade chair in front of her with awe and did not dare to sit down. Deep in her heart, this chair could only be sat on by her master, and no one else in the sect was worthy of it, including herself.

"sit down!"

In front of everyone, Liu Nansheng pushed Wang Shutong down on the chair, read out his words of abdication, and said a few words.

call out--

Then, Liu Nansheng took a small step forward, and his body merged into the void and disappeared.

There were constant sighs throughout the Lihua Palace.

Wang Shutong was the top genius of the time, with impressive strength. In addition, she was Liu Nansheng's direct disciple and recognized successor, so no one dared to question her and was willing to follow her orders.

Sitting on the jade chair, Wang Shutong felt very complicated. From today on, she had absolute power in the Southern Region, and she also had to shoulder corresponding responsibilities.

Liu Nansheng spent the first half of his life for Lihua Palace.

I still have a few thousand years of life left, and I plan to live for myself, travel slowly, see the beautiful scenery in various places, and relax.

She already had a direction, and revisiting the old place was a special experience.

The power transition in the Lihua Palace was a big disturbance, which attracted a lot of discussion. However, it was soon overwhelmed by all kinds of information from Chen Qingyuan.

......

Eastern soil, Buddhism.

Half a year later, news of what happened in the Southern Region reached here.

Lihua Palace is the top sect in the world. Even if the Buddhists do not deliberately inquire about the news, they will know it.

In a simple Zen temple, an old monk wearing a plain robe is sitting cross-legged on a cushion facing the Buddha statue.

He placed his left hand upright in front of him and chanted scriptures in a low voice.

Holding a small wooden hammer in his right hand, he gently struck the wooden fish.

Someone in the temple talked about the Lihua Palace. The old monk in the Zen temple heard it and paused in his chanting. The small wooden hammer that he was about to hit on the wooden fish was suspended in mid-air.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

It was only a moment of distraction, and the old monk recovered as before and continued to recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name as if nothing had happened.

However, the old monk's speed in striking the wooden fish seemed a little faster than before.

His heart was no longer calm.

A clear pond with ripples all over it.

Although my eyes are closed, I can see a lot of images.

Those scenes from the past should have been sealed away in the deepest part of the old monk's heart, but now the shackles were cut off by an invisible force and rushed towards him.

"Little monk, why do you have a cinnabar mole between your eyebrows? Can you let me touch it?"

"Little monk, why are you so fair and tender? You don't look like a proper monk."

"I'm in trouble. Buddhist disciples are compassionate. Do you have to help me?"

"What a coincidence, we meet again. Since we are so destined to meet, I will buy you a drink!"

The girl in my memory was lively and active, had a sweet voice, and always had a smile on her face as warm as a spring breeze.

"Don't touch me, lady."

"Amitabha, I was born like this."

"What trouble has the donor encountered?"

"I am a monk and do not drink alcohol."

The events of the past are still vivid in my mind.

So many years have passed, and those years should have become increasingly blurred with the passage of time, but to the old monk, they have become exceptionally clear.

The smile of the female donor was deeply imprinted in the little monk's heart.

Even after more than 20,000 years, it still cannot be shaken off.

Crunch! Click!

Suddenly, the small wooden hammer in the old monk's hand cracked after hitting it once.

Seeing this, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes and stopped chanting.

There was an indescribable light flickering in his cloudy eyes.

The small wooden hammer broke, which meant that the old monk's heart was not at peace.

In a trance, the old monk thought of the promise he made to the girl.

wait for me!

You wait here, I will go back to the Buddhist temple, take care of this matter, and then return to secular life to marry you!

Later, the little monk broke his promise.

The girl waited for a long time, but the person she loved never returned.

At that time, Buddhism was in trouble both internally and externally, and a great demon was suppressed under the temple. The young monk was extremely talented, and when he grew up, he could recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name every day to save the demon.

If the young monk returns to secular life, it will be difficult for the Buddhist sect to train a Buddhist disciple with top-level enlightenment. By then, once the devil breaks through the seal, he will surely kill people everywhere and cause great suffering.

The young monk originally did not know about this, but when he decided to return to secular life, the Buddhist high-ranking officials had to tell him the truth.

For the sake of the people of the world, the little monk's eyes were bloodshot, and he used his palm as a knife to cut off his emotional ties.

At this point, Buddhism lost a lovesick man and gained a top monk who was well versed in Buddhist teachings.

Snap!

The crack on the small wooden hammer in the old monk's hand became longer and longer. Finally, the small wooden hammer broke into two. One half was tightly grasped by the old monk, and the other half fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Amitabha."

Looking at the broken wooden hammer, the old monk couldn't deny the fact that he was feeling uneasy inside even if he wanted to.

"Ugh!"

The past memories came flooding back to him, stirring the old monk's heart. All his thoughts turned into a long sigh.

The old monk's face had more wrinkles, making him look older. His mental state was rather tired.

He put the broken wooden hammer into his pocket, not wanting anyone else to find it.

I silently recited the meditation mantra several times and continued chanting.

......

Northern Wilderness, Twin Lotus Star Region.

The forbidden area of ​​Jinxue is filled with the abyss of heaven and earth.

For several years, Chen Qingyuan had been waiting.

The fluctuations of the laws within him were a bit more mysterious than in previous years.

Although his cultivation is still at the late ninth step of the Divine Bridge, his strength may have improved to a certain extent.

call--

A gust of wind whistled from deep within the penalty area.

Countless snowflakes dance in the wind, which is a beautiful sight.

The forbidden barrier of that place was broken, and An Xiruo was wearing a red dress as usual, with elegant manners and graceful steps.

She secluded herself for several years and adjusted herself to the best condition.

Chen Qingyuan immediately cast a gentle look at him, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, his eyes full of happiness.