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Jiang Xiaochuan was also a little confused by her sudden appearance and cold attitude, but when he heard "Master Daoxuan" and "Yuqing Palace", his heart tightened and he knew that something important must be going on.

He pushed away Tian Ling'er's hand that was blocking his way and nodded to Lu Xueqi: "I understand, I'll go right away."

He glanced again at Tian Ling'er, whose face was streaked with tears and whose eyes were filled with despair, sighed inwardly, and whispered, "Ling'er, I'm sorry, I'll tell you when I get back."

After saying that, he walked past her and strode towards the door.

Tian Ling'er tried to grab him, but her hand fell limply halfway down. She just watched his back as her tears flowed even more fiercely.

As Jiang Xiaochuan walked up to her, Lu Xueqi suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Her hand was cold and her grip was strong.

"Let's go," she said, pulling him out quickly.

Jiang Xiaochuan staggered as she pulled him, and struggled but couldn't break free.

"Xueqi, let go, I can walk by myself."

Lu Xueqi ignored him, but pulled him through the corridor and towards the open space in front of Shoujing Hall.

Just as they reached the open space, the door of a house across the street opened, and Zhang Xiaofan came out. He was stunned when he saw them, and his gaze fell on Lu Xueqi's hand that was holding Jiang Xiaochuan's wrist.

"Xiao Fan," Jiang Xiaochuan said quickly when he saw him, "Our sect leader has summoned us to the Jade Purity Hall. Come on, let's go together."

Zhang Xiaofan nodded, silently summoned the Abyss Thunder Sword, and leaped onto it as dark blue sword light flowed.

Lu Xueqi also summoned Tianya, but still didn't let go of Jiang Xiaochuan's hand, pulling him up onto the azure sword.

"Hey, I..." Jiang Xiaochuan wanted to say that he had a gun.

"Don't move." Lu Xueqi shouted, increasing the force in her hand and manipulating Tianya, which transformed into a blue light and shot into the sky, heading towards Tongtian Peak.

Zhang Xiaofan's Abyss Thunder Sword light followed closely behind.

The sword flashed quickly, the wind was strong, and Jiang Xiaochuan stood behind Lu Xueqi, his wrist still being held by her. He could feel the coldness and slight trembling of her fingertips.

He wanted to ask her what was wrong, why her face was so cold, but he swallowed the words back. As he looked at the increasingly close outline of Tongtian Peak, the unease he felt because of Tian Ling'er was gradually replaced by speculation about the Yuqing Palace.

Tianya landed on the square in front of Yuqing Hall. Lu Xueqi let go of her hand and walked towards the hall gate first. Jiang Xiaochuan rubbed his slightly red wrist and followed. Zhang Xiaofan also fell down and silently followed behind.

Pushing open the heavy palace doors, a somber atmosphere immediately enveloped you.

Dao Xuan, Pu Hong, several Qingyun chief monks, and a few old monks from Tianyin Temple all turned their gazes to the three people who had entered.

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced around and his heart skipped a beat. This scene... He subconsciously looked at Tian Buyi, who shook his head slightly, signaling him to calm down.

"Disciple Jiang Xiaochuan (Zhang Xiaofan) greets Sect Leader Uncle and all other Uncles and Masters." The two stepped forward and bowed.

Lu Xueqi walked back to Shuiyue and stood still, her eyes lowered, no longer looking at anyone.

Dao Xuan slowly opened his mouth and briefly explained what Pu Hong had said and what Tianyin Temple meant, including the matter of Pu Zhi, the matter of Da Fan Prajna, the matter of the Blood-Devouring Pearl, and Tianyin Temple's offer to help with the Vajra Ring Formation and to take Zhang Xiaofan back to see Pu Zhi's Dharma Body.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Xiaochuan and Zhang Xiaofan: "This matter concerns the two of you. Whether you go or not is your own decision. What do you... think?"

Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

The hall was quiet; one could hear his slightly heavier breathing. Finally, he raised his head, looked at Pu Hong, then at Tian Buyi and Dao Xuan, and said in a clear but not loud voice, "This disciple... wishes to go to Tianyin Temple."

Dao Xuan nodded, then looked at Jiang Xiaochuan: "Xiaochuan, what about you?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind raced.

Tianyin Temple? The Vajra Ring Formation suppresses the Bloodthirsty Bead? It doesn't sound like there's anything wrong with that.

Moreover… a blank jade disc! The fourth volume of the Heavenly Book!

In the novel, Zhang Xiaofan realized this there. Lu Xueqi is exceptionally talented; if she had gone there, perhaps…

He nodded almost without hesitation and said, "This disciple is also willing to go."

Dao Xuan showed a faint hint of relief on his face, and was about to speak.

Jiang Xiaochuan then said, "However, Master Uncle, I have a favor to ask."

"speak."

"This disciple wishes to... invite Senior Sister Lu Xueqi to accompany me."

As Jiang Xiaochuan spoke, he glanced at Lu Xueqi, who was standing silently with her eyes down behind Shuiyue: "The journey to Tianyin Temple is not short. My cultivation is low, and I also have... hidden dangers. I would like to ask Senior Sister Lu to take care of me and protect me along the way."

Dao Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at Pu Hong.

Pu Hong put his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Junior Nephew Lu's cultivation is profound and her sword aura is awe-inspiring. It would be safe if she accompanied us. This old monk has no objection."

Dao Xuan then looked at Shuiyue and Lu Xueqi: "Junior Sister Shuiyue, Xueqi, what do you two think?"

Shuiyue glanced at the disciple beside her. Lu Xueqi had already raised her head and was looking directly at Jiang Xiaochuan. The coldness in her eyes seemed to have melted a little, and complex emotions were surging within them.

Without waiting for Shuiyue's reply, she stepped forward and bowed to Daoxuan and Puhong: "This disciple is willing to go."

The voice was crisp and clear, without the slightest hesitation.

Dao Xuan nodded: "In that case, the three of you will accompany the monk Pu Hong to Tianyin Temple. Along the way, you must be careful with your words and actions and follow the monk's instructions in everything you do."

"Yes," the three replied in unison.

With the matter settled, everyone exchanged a few more words before dispersing to prepare. Tian Buyi pulled Jiang Xiaochuan and Zhang Xiaofan aside and gave them some careful instructions.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, several streaks of light rose from the gate of Qingyun Mountain, heading towards the western horizon.

Leading the way were the Buddhist lights of Puhong, Faxiang, and the two old monks from Tianyin Temple, followed by Jiang Xiaochuan's dark red spear light, Lu Xueqi's azure sword light, and Zhang Xiaofan's dark cyan sword light.

Zhang Xiaofan flew at the back, looking at the two figures ahead that were almost parallel and occasionally intersecting. He pursed his lips and quickened his pace.

They traveled in silence, occasionally stopping to rest, where they would quietly consume some dry food and water. Jiang Xiaochuan tried to speak to Lu Xueqi, but she only responded faintly, her gaze frequently falling on him before quickly shifting away, seemingly lost in thought.

Jiang Xiaochuan wondered to himself, why has she been acting so strangely since yesterday?

……

More than a month later, Mount Sumeru came into view in the distance.

The mountain is majestic, with clouds and mist swirling around its halfway point, truly giving it the air of a Buddhist holy site. As you ascend the long stone steps, the air gradually becomes cooler, and you can faintly hear the deep, resonant sound of bells coming from the summit.

Tianyin Temple appears more ancient and imposing than Qingyun Gate, with its gray-blue halls built against the mountain and nestled among the pines and cypresses.

The monks, dressed in simple robes, walked with steady steps. Upon seeing Pu Hong and the others, they clasped their hands in greeting, their gazes lingering briefly on Jiang Xiaochuan and the other two before calmly looking away.

Pu Hong first arranged for the three of them to stay at the guesthouse for a day to rest.

The next morning, he took Jiang Xiaochuan and Zhang Xiaofan to a secluded Zen temple in the back mountain. The temple was very small, with only three low rooms. There was an old pine tree in the courtyard, and stone tables and benches under the tree were covered with a thin layer of dust.

Lu Xueqi was left to wait outside the temple. Pu Hong pushed open the door of the middle meditation room and said to Jiang Xiaochuan and Zhang Xiaofan, "Please, both of you benefactors."

The meditation room was dark, with only a small window letting in daylight. The room was almost empty, except for an old futon on the floor, a low table against the wall, and a small wooden Buddha statue on the table. A monk sat in front of the Buddha statue.

The monk, dressed in a worn but clean robe, had his hands in a mudra on his knees, his eyelids lowered, and his face withered yet serene, as if he were asleep. It was none other than Puzhi.

Zhang Xiaofan stood at the door, looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, his body trembling slightly, his hands clenched into fists. Jiang Xiaochuan also looked at Puzhi, the cold bead in his chest seemed to tighten slightly, bringing a very faint tremor.

Pu Hong stood by the door and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother Pu Zhi's Dharma body is here. He said before he died that if any survivors of Caomiao Village or members of the Qingyun Sect come, they can see his Dharma body and... do with it as they please. This old monk will wait outside."

After saying this, he gave the two of them a deep look, turned around and walked out of the meditation room, gently closing the door behind him.

The meditation room grew even darker, with only a beam of light shining through the small window, illuminating Puzhi's serene face.

Zhang Xiaofan slowly walked up to Puzhi and stopped. He looked at that face for a long time, and then suddenly raised his hand, as if to strike. But halfway up, his hand trembled and stopped. Tears welled up without warning and fell to the ground in large drops.

"Why..." he choked up.

"Why did you kill my parents... Why did you kill the villagers... You taught me your martial arts... Was it just for this...? Why...?"

He was incoherent, just crying, his shoulders shaking violently.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood beside him, looking at the crying Zhang Xiaofan and then at the sitting Puzhi. The anger and chill that had risen in his heart because of the memories were gradually replaced by a more complex emotion.

Is it hatred? A little.

Is it resentment? Yes, it is.

But looking at the lifeless body before him, those intense emotions seemed to have nowhere to land.

He remembered the rain that night, the pain that night, and the despair that night.

"Xiao Fan," Jiang Xiaochuan said, his voice a little hoarse.

Zhang Xiaofan looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears.

Jiang Xiaochuan took a deep breath, pointed at Puzhi's Dharma body, and suddenly said, "You old bald monk! What are you looking at! I'll f*** you, you f*** you, I'll f*** you!"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned, and even forgot to cry.

Jiang Xiaochuan continued cursing, his voice growing louder and louder, picking out the most offensive insults and pouring out all the vulgarities he had learned online in his past life and heard in the streets in this life.

He cursed with spittle flying, his face flushed, and the bead on his chest warmed slightly with his agitation. He wasn't just cursing Puzhi, but also cursing his own helplessness that night, cursing this damned fate, and cursing this messed-up world.

Zhang Xiaofan stared blankly at him, watching him curse until his neck turned red, watching the faint tears in his eyes. Then, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly turned to Puzhi and started cursing along. He wasn't as fluent as Jiang Xiaochuan, just repeating "bad person," "bastard," and "why you," his voice hoarse and tearful, but each word was louder than the last, as if he wanted to shout out all the grievances, fears, and anger in his heart.

Outside the meditation room, Lu Xueqi stood quietly under the old pine tree, listening to the angry curses mixed with sobs coming from inside, one after another, penetrating the thin door panel. She lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously stroking the cold hilt of the Tianya sword.

Puhong and Faxiang stood a little distance away, silently clasped their hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

The cursing continued for nearly an hour before gradually subsiding, turning into intermittent sobs and gasps.

In the meditation room, Jiang Xiaochuan, exhausted from cursing, leaned on his knees, panting. Zhang Xiaofan, also too tired to curse, squatted on the ground, holding his head.

Looking at the Puzhi Dharma Body sitting calmly before them, seemingly oblivious to everything around him, the two suddenly felt a bit bored.

Once a person is dead, no matter how much you curse them, they won't hear it; no matter how much hatred you feel, they won't feel it.

Jiang Xiaochuan walked over and patted Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder.

"Death absolves all debts; let it be."

Zhang Xiaofan raised his head, his eyes swollen like peaches, looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, then at Puzhi, and nodded blankly.

Jiang Xiaochuan walked to the door and opened it.

The sunlight streamed in, somewhat dazzling. Puhong and Faxiang walked over and looked into the room.

"Is it done?" Pu Hong asked.

"Mm." Jiang Xiaochuan nodded, his voice still a little hoarse. "There's no use saying anything more now that the person is gone. Let him... rest in peace."

Pu Hong gave him a deep look, then looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was bowing his head and remaining silent in the room. He put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, well done, well done. It is a blessing for Brother Puzhi that the two benefactors can let go of their attachments. This old monk will now arrange for the enshrinement ceremony for Brother Puzhi's Dharma body."

Three days later, the body of Puzhi was buried on a secluded hillside behind the mountain, facing the direction of Caomiao Village. There was no monument or inscription, only a small mound of earth, growing silently like the surrounding grass.

A few days later, Pu Hong led the three of them to the depths of the back mountain.

Passing through a bamboo forest, a breathtaking view suddenly appears: a huge, smooth, mirror-like white stone wall stands silently on the precipice, over seven zhang high and four zhang wide, perfectly formed by nature. The surface of the stone wall is smooth, reflecting the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds, yet it is completely blank. This is the Wordless Jade Wall.

In front of the jade disc is a small platform paved with bluestone, smoothed by the passage of time.

"Benefactor Jiang, Benefactor Zhang Xiaofan, Benefactor Lu,"

Pu Hong pointed to the jade disc and said, "This is the sacred ground of my Tianyin Temple. It is said that the blank jade disc contains the ultimate truths of heaven and earth and the true essence of Buddhism. If you meditate here and comprehend it, you may gain something. Benefactor Jiang, the Bloodthirsty Bead in your body is ferocious. You can use the peaceful energy of the jade disc here to soothe it. I will now arrange for the disciples of the temple to form the Vajra Ring Formation to help you suppress the evil power in the bead."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the huge jade disc and felt excited.

He said to Puhong, "Divine Monk, I have an idea. This jade disc is a rare opportunity, but my cultivation is shallow and my comprehension is dull. It would be a waste for me to sit here in meditation. How about... having Senior Sister Lu try to comprehend it on my behalf? She is exceptionally talented and has profound cultivation. She will surely gain something from it. I will be right next to her, and with the protection of the array formations of the masters, there should be no problem."