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Before the Buddha, a little girl dressed in mourning clothes knelt on a prayer mat, her hands clasped together, silently chanting scriptures and praying to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

Beside the little girl, Qin Zijun, sitting cross-legged, felt that Miss Jiang was much more devout than herself.

He practices Buddhism, but he doesn't believe in it.

The little girl, who had been crying and making a fuss, quieted down.

Qin Zijun then noticed that although Miss Jiang was dressed in mourning clothes and dressed simply, she still had a lot of snot running down her nose.

But one can vaguely see her bright eyes and white teeth, her delicate features, and she is truly a budding beauty, a rare gem in the making.

However, they are still young, and their flowers have not yet bloomed.

"My sins, my sins."

Staring at a little girl that age would have been an electric shock for me before I transmigrated.

Seeing that Miss Jiang was shivering from the cold, he had a sudden thought, and with a surge of his magic, Qin Zijun's body became as warm as spring.

Unbeknownst to her, Miss Jiang moved closer and closer to him, almost snuggling together.

Qin Zijun gathered her thoughts, silently recited Buddhist scriptures, and once again fell into a state of reverie.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Zijun heard her stomach rumbling.

Jiang Zhi was still young, and after wailing and crying, she knelt before the Buddha for two hours, and was already starving.

The little girl was too embarrassed to speak up and forced herself to endure her hunger.

Qin Zijun chuckled, stood up, and said, "Miss Jiang's sincerity is evident; Buddha must have heard your prayers. Why don't you come and have a vegetarian meal with this humble monk?"

"it is good."

Jiang Zhi propped herself up with her numb legs and responded softly.

This little girl, when she's not crying or making a fuss, is actually quite pitiful.

Qin Zijun personally prepared the vegetarian meal.

The meal consisted of plain porridge and some monotonous meat dishes.

Monks are forbidden from eating meat, but they can eat meat that is considered "threefold pure" (meaning meat that has been cleaned, killed, or killed for its innocence).

Especially in the cultivation world, how can one strengthen their body if they don't even eat meat?

Jiang Zhi took a bite, pouted, and said, "It tastes awful."

Qin Zijun wasn't annoyed, but simply smiled and said, "The temple only has these simple meals, which is a slight to Miss Jiang."

"Little monk, has this been your go-to food all this time?"

"From childhood to adulthood."

"Then... I'll bring you some food from the palace next time, so you can taste what true delicacies are like, how about that?"

"Does this humble monk have a grudge against Miss Jiang? You are trying to disturb this humble monk's Buddhist mind."

Qin Zijun was unaware of this at the time.

His Buddhist heart was perhaps already in turmoil the moment he first saw the girl.

"Hehe, I've decided! Next time I'll bring some delicious food and eat it right in front of you. Let's see if you, little monk, can resist!"

Qin Zijun smiled and said, "This humble monk is a few years older than Miss Jiang, so I am not a young monk."

"Then... shall I call you Great Monk, or Flower Monk?"

"Well... let's just call him Little Monk."

Qin Zijun looked troubled, feeling that "Little Monk" sounded better.

Jiang Zhi's smile was bright, like a joyful butterfly emerging from its cocoon and taking flight.

She clapped her hands and skipped around, circling Qin Zijun and giggling, "Little monk, little monk, little monk~"

"From now on, I'll call you Little Monk."

That year,

The young monk was fourteen years old, and Miss Jiang was ten years old.

……

The cold winters and hot summers, spring and winter, four years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Zijun truly deserves to be called a born Buddha. At only eighteen years old, he has already cultivated to the sixth level of the Outer Realm, surpassing his master.

He became the number one expert in this vast temple.

The so-called external realm is the expansion of one's own Dao into a Dao domain, which is impervious to all laws.

In a fit of rage, the heavens and earth changed color; a single palm strike could shatter mountains and rivers.

With such extraordinary powers, he was already considered a deity or Buddha in the eyes of mortals.

In front of the Buddha Hall, Qin Zijun and Master Liaochen stood on either side, seemingly exchanging only a glance, but in reality they were already exchanging blows in the Dao Domain.

suddenly,

Master Liaochen swayed slightly, took two steps back, and his face turned pale.

Only when the magic was circulating did the color of blood appear.

Qin Zijun quickly asked, "Master, are you alright?"

Master Liaochen shook his head, beaming with joy: "I am fine. Mingxiang, your cultivation level, magic, and supernatural powers have all surpassed mine. I can no longer teach you anything."

Qin Zijun clasped her hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "A teacher for a day is a teacher for life. In Mingxiang's eyes, a teacher will always be a teacher."

Looking at this disciple whose talent and ability even surpassed that of the patriarch, Master Liaochen's Buddhist heart trembled slightly.

He is a Buddhist practitioner, but not yet a Buddha, and he also has vanity and a desire for fame and fortune.

With such a disciple, Kongxiang Temple will surely prosper, and its lineage can be preserved for the next two thousand years.

Master Liaochen frowned and pondered, "With your talent, Mingxiang, you may be able to overcome the Heavenly Tribulation, break through your inner demons, and cultivate to the Dongxuan realm around the age of thirty."

"My Kongxiang Temple has been established for hundreds of years and has some profound heritage."

"Now we only need one more ingredient to try to refine the 'Void-Breaking Pill'. I have also found out what that ingredient is and I am going to get it myself."

Qin Zijun advised, "Master, there's no need to refine that so-called 'Void-Breaking Pill.' I'm absolutely confident I can cultivate to the Profound Realm; why would I need external help?"

The "Void-Breaking Pill" is extremely precious. Even using all the great medicines accumulated by Kongxiang Temple over hundreds of years, only one pill can be refined at most.

Refining this pill is extremely dangerous. Even with Master Liaochen's external realm cultivation level, refining this pill would likely cost him a significant portion of his lifespan.

Master Liaochen said, "This is the extent of my cultivation in this lifetime. What use are those extra years?"

"I know you are very confident, but with this pill, your confidence is even higher."

After a pause, Master Liaochen's tone became even gentler: "...Mingxiang, once you have mastered the Dongxuan cultivation, leave Kongxiang Temple and travel the world."

Qin Zijun looked astonished and quickly asked, "Master, what do you mean? Are you trying to send me away?"

He had lived in the temple for eighteen years and had long since become one with it.

His master treated him like a teacher and a father, and he also had a deep bond with his fellow disciples.

Qin Zijun has made up her mind that she will not waste her talent in this life, but will cultivate Buddhism well and strive to reach the 'Ninth Tathagata Realm', step onto the peak of the cultivation world, and look down on all the mountains below.

Master Liaochen said gently, "I also wish you to stay in the temple and protect my path."

"But Kongxiang Temple is small, how can I, your master, ruin your future because of my own selfishness?"

"The True Scripture of Emptiness can only be cultivated up to the Profound Realm. If you want to become a Buddha and attain the status of 'Tathagata,' you must travel around and seek opportunities."

It was late autumn, and maple leaves were falling. Master Liaochen gazed into the distance and said softly, "...You are a born Buddha, and I believe you will surely become a Buddha."

"I would be content as long as you can come back and visit when you have free time."

……

There is a stream on the mountainside, but few people come here, and it is quite deserted.

In her spare time, Qin Zijun liked to sit by the stream, listening to the mountain wind blowing through the pine forest and watching the stream water wash over the pebbles.

"Little monk, you really are here."

Suddenly, a girl's coquettish voice reached his ears, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a beautiful girl in a purple dress and a white coat leaping across the stream.

Water droplets splashed from the stream landed on her elegant long dress, but the girl didn't care. She simply carried a bamboo basket and jogged over to Qin Zijun's side.

Four years have passed, and the girl is now fourteen years old, in the prime of her youth, approaching the age of marriage.

The young girl had a beautiful face and already possessed a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

The essence of heaven and earth seemed to be concentrated in her. Standing in the mountains, she was like a landscape painting in light ink, unfolding leisurely without a trace of human worldliness.

The girl before me had skin as clear and smooth as jade, like fresh snow reflecting the morning light, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze.

"Miss Jiang, what brings you here again?"

Qin Zijun's expression was gentle. Over the past four years, Jiang Zhi would come to Kongxiang Temple every now and then.

The ostensible excuse was to burn incense and worship Buddha, but in reality, every time he came to the temple, he would chatter away like a nightingale, talking a lot with Qin Zijun.

The two had known each other for a long time, like childhood sweethearts.

Jiang Zhi pretended to be angry and said, "What, are you saying that you hate me?"

Qin Zijun remained calm and composed, saying, "Where Miss Jiang goes is none of my business."

"But Miss Jiang is, after all, a princess of Great Yan. Won't the king say anything if she keeps leaving the palace like this?"

Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "My father dotes on me the most, so he won't care about me. Besides, I came to the temple to burn incense and pray for him and my brother. They should be grateful to me."

Her charmingly naive appearance made Qin Zijun unable to suppress a smile.

A delicate fragrance wafted over, and before she knew it, Jiang Zhi was very close to Qin Zijun, the two almost touching.

Gazing at that captivating face so close to hers, Qin Zijun's heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned her head to look at the stream and closed her eyes to chant sutras.

Jiang Zhi gave a sly smile and teased, "Little monk, why don't you dare look at me?"

Qin Zijun, being young at heart, opened her eyes defiantly and turned her head to look at him.

Their noses were almost touching, and their rose-like lips seemed to suggest that with just a little effort, they could taste their sweetness.

However, Qin Zijun's gaze remained fixed on the girl's eyes.

Those eyes were like shimmering autumn water, with a tranquil lake hidden in their dark pupils, so profound that they seemed capable of melting his Buddha-like heart.

When she glances around, her eyes sparkle, so lively that it seems as if there are fairies dancing within them. Every blink is like a shower of starlight, making one willingly immerse oneself in her beauty.

This time, Qin Zijun chose to be timid and dared not look again. She quickly sat up straight and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

Therefore,

He missed the blush that made the young girl's cheeks flush.

Young men are filled with longing for love, and young women are equally enamored with romance.

The girl bit her lip and boldly said, "Little monk, you are really handsome. If we were in the city down the mountain, many noble ladies would be infatuated with you."

Qin Zijun chanted a Buddhist prayer: "This humble monk is a Buddhist monk; outward appearance is merely a shell."

The girl wouldn't let him off the hook, her eyes crinkling into crescents as she asked, "Then tell me, am I pretty?"

Qin Zijun did not answer directly, but said: "Beautiful women are all skeletons, and those who can topple kingdoms and cities turn into white bones."

Jiang Zhi was clearly dissatisfied with the answer. She pouted her rosy lips and then chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment on my stunning beauty."

As he spoke,

She reached out and touched Qin Zijun's bald head again: "What would you look like if you grew hair? I want to see."

Before Qin Zijun could reply, she continued:

"Oh, by the way, I recently learned a new poem. Let me read it to you."

Qin Zijun sat cross-legged by the stream, gazing at the autumn water and listening intently.

The girl murmured in a soft voice:

"My hair just covered my forehead, and I played with flowers in front of the gate."

"The boy rode a bamboo horse and played with green plums around the bed."

"They lived together in Changgan Lane, and were childhood sweethearts without any suspicion or distrust."

"At fourteen, I became your wife, yet my face remained shy and unsmiling."

"..."

That year, the young monk was eighteen years old, and Miss Jiang was fourteen.