Xuanxia

Chapter 228 Buddha Clothes
That night, the lights in the restaurant in Yucha Town remained on all night, and the back alleys were filled with empty wine jars.

At some point, a figure appeared on the top of the tea mountain outside the town.

This is a monk.

No... Strictly speaking, just a little novice monk.

He looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a thin and short build, but for some reason he was wearing a wide, gorgeous robe that dragged on the ground. The large Buddhist beads hanging around his neck seemed able to break his thin neck.

But if someone were here, they would definitely think that this little monk is... very unusual.

His eyes were too dull and too deep. They were so dull as to seem without any emotion, yet so deep as to contain hundreds of reincarnations. These were not the eyes a child should have at all.

The young monk stood on the tea mountain, gazing at the brightly lit restaurant in Yucha Town from afar. Then he slowly turned his head and looked in another direction.

Those were the ruins of the Fanyin Temple on the shore of Dongxuan Lake, which had been burned down by a fire.

The young monk sighed softly like an old man.

The next moment, the night wind blew, and his figure blended into the wind, dissipated like smoke, and disappeared.

After just a few breaths, the breeze blew to the ruins of Fanyin Temple. Silken wool floated in the wind and eventually turned into the shape of a little monk.

Wearing simple straw sandals, he walked forward a few steps and stopped in front of the ruined wall.

Then, he stretched out his hand and lightly touched his fingertips, and tiny specks of golden fluorescent light flew out from his fingertips and sprinkled on the ruins.

Immediately afterwards, a person made of golden fluorescence appeared beside the little monk.

This man had disheveled hair and a stubble on his face. He was carrying a huge coffin and walking slowly forward. He looked exactly like Fu Qingzhou when he first entered the Fanyin Temple!
The actions of the man condensed by golden light were exactly the same as what Fu Qingzhou had done at the beginning, without any difference. Even when it sat down on the steps in front of the burnt door, it said the same words that Fu Qingzhou had said at the beginning.

"Phew...I'm so tired."

The golden figure sat down on the steps at the gate of Fanyin Temple, put the coffin heavily on the ground with a thump, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Turning my head, I saw that the bronze door of the temple was closed and it was extremely quiet.

So it took a deep breath, tilted its neck back and started shouting.

"Is there anyone here?"

"Is there anyone here? I'm here to take the monk's body back to the temple!"

The young monk looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand and waved gently.

The movement speed of the golden figure suddenly became extremely fast, as if it had accelerated ten or a hundred times. Afterwards, the little monk followed it into the Fanyin Temple, where golden figures also appeared one after another.

They each have their own image, completely replicating everything Fu Qingzhou experienced after entering the temple.

The young monk came to the center of Fanyin Temple, stood still and closed his eyes.

Those golden figures replayed all the scenes and stories that had happened in the past month at a very fast speed. They shuttled back and forth beside the little monk, and the speed of replaying was getting faster and faster.

Gradually, everything turned into a violent storm with golden light.

The little monk closed his eyes, slowly stretched out his hands and clenched them in the wind.

In an instant, the flying golden light dissipated, and his hand grasped a golden thread.

The silk thread floated in the air and spread out of the temple.

The young monk let go of his hand, turned around, took a step forward, and blended into the wind again.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the shore of Dongxuan Lake, where Yuanwu died.

The golden thread spread from the Fanyin Temple to here and finally landed on a charred corpse beside the lake.

After Yuanwu's death, Fu Qingzhou and others had to rush to Fanyin Temple. The best way to deal with the corpse was to set it on fire.

After a day, the flames that burned the bones had of course gone out long ago, leaving only a shriveled and charred corpse. The body was twisted and broken, but the robes he was wearing were surprisingly not burned. They were just stained black and mixed with the surrounding equally charred land and plants. At first glance, it was just a black mass and no human shape could be seen at all.

The little monk sighed softly.

He came to the charred corpse, slowly bent down, stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the forehead of Yuanwu, whose appearance had long been unrecognizable.

"My sea of ​​consciousness is shattered, and my cultivation is gone." He finally spoke, his voice was childish, but his tone was old and steady: "I have worked so hard for ten years, and now I am finally free... You have suffered, disciple."

Ripples appeared on his fingertips and golden light instantly spread over Yuan Wu's body. In just a few breaths, the body turned into ashes in the breeze and only the cassock was left.

The little monk's pupils paused slightly, and he stretched out his hand and stroked his robes.

In the blink of an eye, all the black stains from the burnt corpses and other objects disappeared, revealing the true appearance of the robes - it was the plain white robes that Yuanwu had worn when he escaped. It was not damaged at all in the fire and lay there flat and intact!
Everyone thought that the big iron box that Yuanwu carried with him when he escaped was his only treasure, but who would have thought that the cassock he was wearing was also a treasure!
At this moment, a soft call suddenly came from behind the little monk.

"Brother, I'm here."

The young monk turned his head to the side - behind him, there suddenly appeared a young monk with extremely handsome features, whose appearance was almost indistinguishable from that of a man and whose skin was glowing with gold.

This monk was none other than Huixin from the Jinchan Temple who had appeared at the foot of Langhuan Mountain.

The young monk hummed softly, lowered his head and looked at the white cassock and said, "The Buddhist robe is still there, but the blood cicada is gone. From your point of view, what should we do?"

Huixin's eyes moved slightly.

"Senior brother..."

He slowly asked, "Which is more important, the Buddha's Blood Cicada or the Buddha's Son?"

The little monk smiled slightly.

He waved his hand, and the plain white cassock on the ground immediately rose up and disappeared into his wide sleeves.

"The Buddha's Blood Cicada is the beginning of our temple's inheritance, and it is also the last step for the Golden Cicada Divine Shell to enter the selfless divine realm."

"Buddha's children are born from the great Dao of heaven and earth, and their destiny points to the myriad ways of the world."

After saying this, the little monk turned around and chuckled, "If our temple wants to realize the selflessness and spread the gospel to the world, both the blood cicada and the Buddha's son are indispensable."

Hui Xin raised her brows slightly, clasped her hands together and bowed her head: "Brother, the Buddha has already entered the True Immortal Palace, Qingsongzi may have a backup plan."

"Qingsongzi, Long Dabei, Ning Baimei..."

The little monk's expression remained unchanged. He slightly raised his head and looked up at the night sky, saying calmly, "No matter how heroic you are, if you have not entered the realm of selflessness, you are nothing but a handful of yellow sand and a beautiful woman with white bones in front of time."

"Only I, the divine shell of the golden cicada, can see reincarnation and immortality."

After that, he looked at Huixin and said with a smile: "Do you understand?"

"clear."

Hui Xin bowed eleven times: "Brother wants to say it, but there is no rush."

"That's right." The little monk said softly, "Yuanwu was just too impatient... I asked him to stay away from the temple for three years so that he could figure this out, but unfortunately he was too impatient."

"Just wait and see how he acts, and then follow his lead."

"If this world pollutes him, he is not the Buddha we are looking for."

"If he is truly a son of Buddha, sooner or later he will bring the blood cicada to my temple and help you and me achieve the supreme path, so that the sound of Buddha and bliss can spread across the world."

Hui Xin humbly agreed and asked, "But the merit of the Blood Sea Robe has not yet been completed, what should I do?"

"Um……"

The young monk pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Brother Huikong has lived in the temple for a long time. He does not believe in the power of the Blood Sea Robe or the Blood Cicada Buddhist Robe. There is no need to cause trouble."

"You act in secret, and look for a true successor, and use him as the source to complete Yuanwu's conjecture."

"If necessary..."

At this point, the young monk considered for a moment, and finally said, "You can ask King Xishuo for help."

"King Xishuo?"

Huixin's pupils shrank slightly, and then she seemed to understand something. After bowing eleven times, she slowly stepped back and disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)