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The cold wind howled, and the snow fell heavily.

In the freezing cold, a faint cry of a baby could be heard, broken and intermittent, carried on the biting wind.

An old monk dressed in plain clothes braved the wind and snow, following the sound, and found a weak infant under a snow-covered pine tree.

He quickly took two steps and carefully picked up the baby.

The old monk was stunned the moment he touched the baby, then overjoyed, exclaiming excitedly, "He has the heart of a Buddha, and even more so, the bones of a Buddha! This is a born Buddha!"

"May Buddha bless us! This is an auspicious sign of great prosperity for my Kongxiang Temple!"

Overjoyed, the old monk hurriedly took off his robes, wrapped the baby in them, and channeled his inner energy to protect the baby's life, which was as fragile as a candle flame.

He dared not transform into a streak of light and fly away swiftly.

……

Fourteen years later, at Kongxiang Temple in the Yan Kingdom.

On the mountain peak, ancient trees reach for the sky, their dense shade blocking out the sun.

An ancient temple occupies halfway up the mountain, hidden among the trees, with neat green tiles, solemn eaves, and a majestic and dignified appearance.

A handsome young monk, dressed in a simple robe, was sitting cross-legged in front of a Buddha statue, chanting sutras and reciting Buddhist prayers.

In this life, Qin Zijun possesses both the heart and the bones of a Buddha, making this the most gifted in all the cycles of reincarnation since obtaining the "Book of Immortals for Ten Thousand Generations".

He was abandoned by his parents in the snow, but was rescued by Abbot Liaochen of Kongxiang Temple, who gave him the Dharma name "Mingxiang" and took him in as his last disciple.

Qin Zijun began practicing the "True Scripture of Emptiness and Form" at the age of five. She mastered the basics of body tempering in one day and the Qi refining in three months.

He broke through to the Divine Realm at the age of seven and passed the Dan Tribulation at the age of ten, achieving the Inner Core.

Now at the age of fourteen, he has already achieved inner vision, and is comparable to many elders of Kongxiang Temple.

In the entire temple, only the abbot, Liao Chen, and one or two reclusive old monks were stronger than him.

But you should know that these old monks had cultivated for hundreds of years to achieve such accomplishments.

Qin Zijun, at the age of fourteen, was only one realm below them, a talent for cultivation rarely seen in the world.

to this end,

Master Liaochen was worried and said to him, "Mingxiang, you are a born Buddha, and your talent for cultivation is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"However, the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind. If evil spirits know this, they will surely harbor evil intentions towards you, attempting to dig out your Buddha-heart and steal your Buddha-bones."

"I am ashamed that I have no ability to protect you. I hope you can calmly recite the Buddha's name in the temple and cultivate to the seventh level of the Mysterious Realm like my patriarch of Kongxiang Temple, then you will have the ability to protect yourself."

"With your talent, you might even become a Buddha or Tathagata in the future, at which point you can roam freely throughout this vast world."

Qin Zijun sat before the Buddha statue, bowing her head and saying, "This disciple understands."

Seeing how well-behaved and obedient this fourteen-year-old child was, Master Liaochen felt even more ashamed: "I am ashamed, I am ashamed. If Mingxiang could enter that great temple and sect, his future achievements would be limitless."

Qin Zijun smiled and said, "Master, why blame yourself? I was destined to die young, but you saved me. This shows that I have a connection with Kongxiang Temple."

"Buddhism emphasizes the law of cause and effect; my spiritual practice lies right here."

Master Liaochen chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha, Mingxiang has the root of wisdom, and his enlightenment is also astonishing."

That must mean I have some innate wisdom, after all, I've lived several lifetimes.

Qin Zijun cursed in his heart.

Kongxiang Temple was located within the territory of the Yan State.

Hundreds of years ago, the world was in chaos. The patriarch of Kongxiang Temple was a close friend of Emperor Taizu of Yan. The two pacified the world, established the Yan Kingdom, and Kongxiang Temple was founded thereafter.

However, this was not a unified country; it was surrounded by numerous other states, and Yan was merely an insignificant little country.

Although Kongxiang Temple is the largest temple in Yan State and enjoys great popularity, it is still an obscure sect in the entire cultivation world.

For hundreds of years, apart from the founder of the sect, no one else has reached the upper three realms and cultivated the Dongxuan.

Now, the state of Yan is becoming increasingly weak, while the neighboring state of Qi is thriving and has annexed many surrounding small states. It seems that the demise of Yan is imminent.

but,

This has nothing to do with Qin Zijun.

He wanted to take advantage of his exceptional talent in this life to improve his cultivation level as much as possible.

After that, entering the cycle of reincarnation again makes spiritual practice much easier.

Qin Zijun was ultimately different from others.

Others strive for only one lifetime, but I aspire to be the most respected person in my lifetime.

And since he has countless reincarnations, he will surely be able to embark on the supreme path to immortality!

Two months later, another cold winter arrived.

Snow covered the blue tiles, and the Bodhi tree in the courtyard was also covered in silver.

Qin Zijun finished her meditation and washed up.

With his current level of cultivation, he is no longer tainted by defilement, but living like a normal person has long been his habit.

Pick up a broom and sweep away the snow with the monks in the temple.

The monks of Qin Zijun's generation all bowed to him when they saw him.

"Good morning, Senior Brother Mingxiang!"

"Junior brother, I had a deep discussion about Buddhism with you a few days ago, and it gave me a lot of insights. I thank you."

"Senior brother, could you secretly teach me a spell? I promise I won't tell Master."

"Junior brother, let's have another match sometime. We had a great fight last time, haha!"

"..."

Although Qin Zijun knew how to conceal his talents and cultivation level, he did not like to be subordinate to others and still showed himself to be a little genius, ranking among the top disciples of his generation.

Having lived several lifetimes, he was well-versed in human relationships and had excellent relationships with his fellow disciples.

He was also the last disciple of Abbot Liaochen, a direct disciple, and for these reasons he was highly respected in the temple.

Qin Zijun smiled and responded to her fellow students one by one, and did the morning lesson with them.

noon,

Qin Zijun suddenly noticed a large crowd and a great commotion below the mountain, with banners waving in the wind. He asked curiously, "It's not a day for offering incense, so why are there so many people?"

Although Kongxiang Temple is a temple, it is also a sect of spiritual practice. In order to prevent a large number of outsiders from disturbing the practice, the people can only offer incense on specific days.

A senior disciple who frequently went down the mountain and was well-informed said, "I heard that the Empress passed away a couple of days ago. This must be His Majesty bringing the princes and princesses to our temple to pray for blessings and keep vigil."

Because of the relationship between the patriarch of Kongxiang Temple and the founding emperor of the Yan Kingdom, members of the royal family would come to the temple to pray for blessings during festivals, which the monks were used to.

Qin Zijun nodded upon hearing this and ignored it.

At the foot of the mountain, Master Liaochen, accompanied by several fellow disciples, greeted the members of the Yan royal family. He clasped his hands together and bowed, saying, "This humble monk greets Your Majesty."

"No need for such formalities, Master!"

The King of Yan quickly helped Chen up.

The king appeared to be in his forties. His face was etched with sorrow at the loss of his wife. He was thin and refined, and looked more like a scholar than a king.

Master Liaochen chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha, life and death are predestined, please Your Majesty do not worry too much."

The King of Yan forced a smile: "I understand, but... never mind, saying anything more will only cause more distress. I will go and offer incense to pray for blessings and accumulate some good karma for the Empress."

"Your Majesty, please follow this humble monk!"

"I still have state affairs to attend to, so I can only offer prayers and cannot keep vigil. This is my daughter, Jiang Zhi, who is closest to the Empress. Would it be alright if she took my place and kept vigil at your temple?"

Master Liaochen looked at the little girl beside the King of Yan, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, and hesitated.

Although she was just a little girl, she was still a woman, and she couldn't stay in the temple forever.

When she kneels before the main hall, will the disciples still do their morning prayers and cultivate themselves?

The King of Yan, knowing the difficulty, quickly said, "Master, just give her a side hall, provide her with food, and let her keep vigil and pray for her mother. This will not interfere with the cultivation of your temple's disciples."

Master Liaochen thought about it and agreed.

……

Qin Zijun was chanting Buddhist scriptures and practicing meditation in the Buddhist temple.

Because of his special status, he occupied a Buddhist temple and a courtyard all by himself.

The monks in the temple thought it was a special case for a direct disciple, and with the tacit approval of the elders, no one thought there was anything wrong with it.

"Ming Xiang."

Qin Zijun heard his master calling from outside the Buddhist hall. He got up and went out, where he saw a little girl with a sobbing nose and red, swollen eyes beside her master.

The little girl, dressed in mourning clothes, with tears streaming down her face, shivered in the cold wind, her cheeks flushed.

The tears in the corners of her eyes froze, and the cold wind blew, freezing her once tender skin until it cracked.

"Master, what is this?"

Qin Zijun was puzzled.

Isn't this a Buddhist temple? How come I didn't know they practiced "joyful meditation"? Did they find me a child bride?

Master Liaochen explained, saying:

"This female benefactor needs to stay at the temple for a few days to pray for and keep vigil for her deceased mother. After much consideration, I think your place is the most suitable. I will have to trouble you for a few days."

Master Liaochen knew very well that once his disciple had cultivated to the inner realm, he would not be swayed by such trivial matters or external things. On the contrary, it was the other disciples whose cultivation level was not high enough that they were more likely to have their cultivation delayed.

The other elders all had their own jobs and didn't have that kind of free time.

Qin Zijun then realized that a princess was keeping vigil here.

"I understand, I will take good care of her."

"Thank you for your help, Myung-sang."

Master Liaochen gave Qin Zijun a few words of advice and then left.

Looking at the little girl shivering in the snow, Qin Zijun thought to himself, "Is the royal family so poor? They can't even afford clothes for the princess."

Of course, he also knew that this was the death of a close relative, and as a child, he should dress like this to express his "filial piety".

After thinking for a moment, Qin Zijun went into her room, found a clean monk's robe, and draped it over the little girl.

She's a princess, after all; we can't let her get cold, or the royal family will cause trouble for the temple again.

To everyone's surprise, the princess was completely ungrateful. She took off her monk's robe and threw it to Qin Zijun, saying in a trembling voice:

"I...I don't want this dress, otherwise my prayers won't be answered, and Mother won't have a good next life."

As soon as she finished speaking, she sniffled, and a large clump of snot flowed from her frozen, red nose.

"Slurp~"

"Slurp~"

The snot running up and down his nose looked extremely embarrassing.

Qin Zijun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The air was completely still.

Already overwhelmed with grief over her mother's death, the little girl couldn't hold back her tears and burst into sobs when she was made a fool of herself by others.

"You...you bullied me...I...I'm going to ask my father to punish you!"

When Qin Zijun saw that he had made the little girl cry, he rushed over to comfort her, but he was flustered and confused.

"Don't cry, don't cry. It was my fault, okay? I shouldn't have laughed at you."

"Hey, why are you wiping your snot all over me? My clothes are so wet!"

"By the way, what's your name again? I can't keep asking you to feed me, can I?"

The little girl cried even harder, wiping away her tears: "You're a little monk, how could you ask a girl's name... You, you must be the frivolous monk from the book, waah~"

"If you dare call me a frivolous monk again, I'll spank you! Tell me your name!" Qin Zijun was furious. This little girl didn't know what was good for her.

"Don't spank me... I, my name is Jiang Zhi."

"Alright, Miss Jiang, please stop crying, okay? If my master sees me crying, he'll probably spank me."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhi cried even harder, her voice becoming hoarse, as if she wanted to attract the little monk's master.

This was the first meeting between the young monk and Miss Jiang.