She cried the whole world of comprehension

Chapter 675
"Aren't you going to find Niankong in the Prajna Temple?"

Walking in the square city, Yunshang pulled up the face towel to block the wind and sand, lowered the bamboo hat to avoid pedestrians, and asked Jiang Yuebai.

The Zhongfan flag in Fangshi is flying, and the flow of people is like weaving. There are earth and stone houses and various small stalls on both sides of the road, which is very lively.

Jiang Yuebai also wore a hat and a mask, and her cultivation level was suppressed with Yunshang until the late stage of foundation establishment. Along the way, she heard a lot about Banruo Temple.

Generally speaking, the current abbot of the Banruo Temple, the monk Niankong who has just formed an alchemy, has a good reputation. He has accepted many orphans from the Quicksand Region into the temple, which is highly respected.

But in secret, many people are saying that Niankong is kind-hearted and good at scheming, and secretly instigates the Buddhist sect in the quicksand region to continue to oppose Wuzong, and many small schools and sects have been wiped out.

And those who were exterminated were all the culprits who participated in the extermination of Banruo Temple.

Jiang Yuebai sighed, "I'm not going. I went to the Quicksand Region just to confirm with my own eyes that the Banruo Temple has really been rebuilt and everything is fine. In this way, what I promised Ruosheng back then will be considered complete. The situation here is too complicated. Now I have the Tianyan Sect behind me, so I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble."

Yun Shang held Jiang Yuebai's arm, and stayed away from the street vendors who were eager to attract customers, "But Niankong misses you very much. In the years you have been away, he has visited Tianyanzong twice to look for you. Don't listen to rumors too much, Niankong is not that kind of person."

Jiang Yuebai frowned slightly, and looked across the main street of Fangshi, and landed on the ancient Buddhist temple in the distance.

She pressed her dantian subconsciously. Although the five spirits of heaven and earth in her body had all been fused together and swallowed up by the aura of chaos, she could still feel some aura belonging to Ruosheng emanating from the Prajna Temple.

Intuition told Jiang Yuebai that it was better not to meet each other, otherwise it would be very difficult to disconnect because of the cause and effect.

Perhaps it is cruel and unfair to Niankong, but human nature has a selfish side. When Niankong chose to inherit the inheritance of Prajna Temple and the legacy of Ruosheng, she had made it very clear.

All she can do now is leave a farewell letter to Nian Kong at the end.

"Find a tavern to rest for a while, and then we will go directly to Iron Feather Country to find Shen Huaixi. On the way, you will drive Poyunchong. I need to close a little pass."

Jiang Yuebai took Yunshang and left Fangshi. At the bottom of the lake, she was finally split by Lei Ling with all his strength. Not to mention her whole body was split apart, even the strongest spine in her body was split open.

But the gain this time far outweighs the loss.

The desert sand is like the sea, and the sun is like fire.

In the Prajna Temple, a young monk with a handsome face sits cross-legged under the bodhi tree, twirling Buddhist beads and chanting sutras with his eyes closed. He is dressed in a clean white monk robe, spotless.

Against the background of the red blessing cloth strips all over the tree, the whole person is shrouded in holy light, pure and flawless.

"Host, someone sent this to you, saying it was an old friend of yours."

The little novice ran under the bodhi tree with a wooden box in his arms, Niankong's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, the sound of chanting stopped, his fingers stopped twirling, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes are like a clear spring, bottomless yet very clear.

After receiving the box from the little monk, Niankong opened it and found some jade slips and a letter inside.

He put down his rosary and opened the letter. After reading the few sentences, Niankong said the Buddha's name, feeling endless regret and helplessness.

"Amitabha, sister Yuebai really doesn't want to see me again."

A letter is a farewell letter, from now on the end of the world strangers, everyone is safe.

The jade slips in the box were a parting gift for a friend, and they were all Buddhist scriptures collected by Jiang Yuebai in the upper realm, as well as some Buddhist exercises and martial arts exercises.

Shasha~
The wind blew the leaves, and the red prayer cloth strips on the Bodhi tree fell and flew, coiling around the back of Niankong, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a bewitching monk wearing a red cassock.

"Xiao Niankong, didn't you expect this a long time ago? What else is there to sigh about?"

Niankong lowered his eyes, "It's just a bit sad, Ruosheng, don't you want to see her again?"

Ruosheng sat beside Niankong, leaned over to look at the jade slips in the box.

"I'm not familiar with her at all, and if she knew that I had saved my hand back then, she might have killed me without hesitation. Now, it's enough for her to think that she has received my favor and paid off my debt."

At that time, Ruosheng told Jiang Yuebai that he would self-destruct his spiritual consciousness and let Jiang Yuebai swallow it, as long as Jiang Yuebai promised to help him rebuild the Prajna Temple.

But in fact, he still left a wisp of spiritual consciousness. In the original "Prajna Sutra" he gave Jiang Yuebai, as long as she read the entire scripture through, this wisp of spiritual consciousness could be awakened.

If Ruosheng persuaded Jiang Yuebai to be less kind at the time, it might not be rewarding, that's why.

He originally planned to let Jiang Yuebai swallow him up if revenge failed, and when Jiang Yuebai read the "Prajna Sutra" thoroughly, he would parasitize that ray of spiritual consciousness on her body, and use the power that originally belonged to him in her body to slowly influence her, and finally guide her to help him take revenge.

But Jiang Yuebai was interested in all books, so she just casually flipped through the "Prajna Sutra" and threw it aside, concentrating on practicing the other "Nine Turns of the Golden Body Jue" that Ruosheng gave her.

If Sheng has never been a serious monk, how can he show kindness to people he meets by chance?

Jiang Yuebai is very smart, if she is still willing to associate with Niankong now, Ruosheng will still use her reputation as Zhenjun Wangshu of Tianyanzong to complete his revenge plan.

For revenge, Ruosheng doesn't care about anything, including his own life.

Ruosheng casually threw the jade slips back into the box, his pair of phoenix eyes slightly raised, "Xiao Niankong, these years you and I have been in Wuchen..."

"That's my master." Niankong interrupted Ruosheng calmly.

Ruosheng raised his hand, "Okay, it's hard to survive under your kind and compassionate master. It's not easy to come to this day. Fortunately, the way of heaven has opened its eyes, and your master is haunted by demons. If your cultivation continues to fall, you need to close life and death gates. Otherwise, we won't return to Prajna Temple so soon. He will imprison you until you become a Buddha."

Niankong lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Ruosheng smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I know you want to pay off your master's debts, and you want to save me from becoming a Buddha, but I have a deep obsession. If I can't take revenge, I swear I won't become a Buddha, and your master's demons will never pass.

Niankong closed his eyes, and began to twist the beads again, chanting sutras silently.

Ruosheng lay beside Niankong with his arms on his pillow, looking at the sky through the bodhi tree.

At sunset and dusk, the sun shines in the Prajna Temple, a monk in white is chanting scriptures under a tree, and a demon monk in red is listening to the wind with his eyes closed.

"You are willing to help me do evil for your master, and I am also willing to abandon Buddha and become a demon for my master. Niankong, we are the same people..."

(End of this chapter)