Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

The young monk started the car, and after several conversations with Qi Yue, his expression changed slightly. He said, "Qi Yue, you are a very special person."

Qi Yue asked curiously, "What kind of special person?"

The young monk glanced at him and said, "In your words, you could call him a scoundrel or a rogue. Amitabha, I have spoken falsely. The place I am taking you to is where I live, a place called the Holy Buddha Temple."

It will take us about two hours to drive there. If you get tired, you can rest for a bit. There's a bag next to you in the car door; it contains goat's milk, enough to satisfy your hunger.

Qi Yue didn't react strongly when the monk called him a rogue and a scoundrel, because deep down he also identified with himself as such.

The reason why Qi Yue reacted so strongly when Yan humiliated him was because Qi Yue subconsciously understood that what the other party said was true. He himself believed that he was scum and no good.

He had temporarily put aside the matter of the train station and picked up his leather bag from the train door to drink. When the young monk answered him, he had already realized that the young monk couldn't possibly have any ulterior motives.

He had figured it out: he was no match for Yan Xiaoyi on his own, but with the help of this mysterious monk, he might still have a chance to turn things around.

After Qi Yue figured it out, he simply relaxed. Since he didn't have anywhere specific to go, he simply entrusted himself to this young monk. To put it nicely, this kind of personality is easygoing; to put it bluntly, it's just getting by.

He was a young man who started out at a young age, but at nineteen he still had no sense of propriety. He wandered the streets all day without looking for a proper job, and ended up without even a place to perform. It was this bad personality that led to his situation.

After drinking a lot of goat milk, Qi Yue felt a little tired and quickly fell asleep in the comfortable luxury SUV.

……

Have we arrived yet?

"We've arrived. Please get off the bus."

During the dry conversation, Qi Yue was brought back to his senses. He subconsciously touched various parts of his body; everything was fine, no aches or pains, and his clothes were all there. He immediately relaxed. The young monk, seeing his actions, was speechless and got out of the carriage first.

Qi Yue got out of the car. Compared to the warmth inside, the cold wind outside made him shiver. Before him was a huge temple.

Qi Yue was startled as soon as he entered the door. The police tape at the entrance made it look like some important department.

Qi Yue asked curiously, "How come there are so many here... Did someone in your temple commit a crime?"

The young monk glared at him and said in a deep voice, "Your idea is quite novel. The Holy Buddha Temple is a top-tier tourist conservation area with a long history and a unique status..."

Qi Yue suddenly sensed a strange aura in the temple. After arriving here, he found that his heart seemed to be much calmer. "I have a strange feeling. This place seems very peculiar."

The young monk didn't say much, and the two continued walking into the temple, which was also built against the mountain. After climbing for a while, Qi Yue was already panting, while the young monk's breathing remained steady, and even his steps were no different from when he started.

After they climbed the mountain, they stopped in front of a hall. The ancient and heavy door had some strange patterns on it. The young monk waved to Qi Yue and then pushed the door open to enter.

The hall was very quiet. In the center of the spacious hall was a statue of Buddha. The young monk walked up to the Buddha and bowed slightly before turning to Qi Yue, who was standing still. In front of the Buddha statue, the young monk looked even more dignified and solemn.

Qi Yue was very tired at this point and said somewhat impatiently, "Alright, can you tell me now? What exactly do you want to do with me here?"

The young monk said calmly, "I brought you here to help you awaken your enlightenment."

Qi Yue looked at the young monk and immediately felt humiliated. He said with great dissatisfaction, "Enlightenment? Are you insulting me? I'm not a blockhead, I don't need enlightenment."

The young monk said, “You must not speak recklessly before the Buddha. Your coming to Tibet is entirely due to fate. Fate arranged for you to meet me, and you can regard me as your mentor.”

Frankly, I never imagined that someone so important to our East would be someone like you. In my opinion, Yan Xiaoyi is far more suitable than you.”

Qi Yue, who has the personality of a dog, immediately turned hostile upon hearing the name Yan Xiaoyi, and roared in great dissatisfaction, "If you think Yan Xiaoyi is suitable, you can go find him. I have no interest in what you're saying."

“I will go find him, but not now, because he is one of you too.”

The young monk continued, "The East is the pearl of this world. There has always been a group of people who silently protect the East, contributing all their strength to it in secret..."

"What mythology are you talking about?"

Qi Yue was stunned by the young monk's words, but then he thought of Yan Xiaoyi, whom he had just cracked open a few days ago, who had come to his door in the blink of an eye, and his heart began to waver.

The young monk shook his head and said, "What I'm about to tell you is the story that is about to happen to you. There are many things in the world that are incomprehensible, but not all of these things are illusions; many are real. Now, take off your clothes!"

"Take off your clothes? Take off your clothes in front of Buddha? Although I don't believe in Buddhism, I don't want to offend Buddha."

Qi Yue jolted, instinctively covering his collar and cautiously glancing around. Although he was a petty thug, his hobby was women, and he had absolutely no interest in gay men.

The young monk understood that words wouldn't persuade Qi Yue, so he waved his hand, and a gentle force pulled Qi Yue's body back to his feet. Under the control of that strange, gentle force, Qi Yue turned around again.

The young monk waved his right hand, and the gentle force bound Qi Yue's body. At the same time, a breeze swept by, and his shirt fluttered away, revealing his bronze skin.

“Every generation of Qilin is so stubborn. Their stubbornness is manifested in their willingness to sacrifice themselves for the important task of protecting the East. But you manifest this stubbornness in fear. I don’t know if it is my fortune or misfortune to appear in the same generation as you.” The young monk’s face was somewhat gloomy. He raised his hand, extended his white jade-like index finger, and gently touched Qi Yue’s chest.

A white, jade-like index finger lightly touched Qi Yue's chest, causing Qi Yue to shudder as a faint tattoo appeared.

"A black Qilin? It's actually a black Qilin, the strongest member of the Qilin clan..."

The young monk stared blankly at the Qilin pattern on Qi Yue's chest for a moment, then suddenly turned his head toward the foot of the mountain, as if he had discovered something.

"sit down."

He suddenly turned around and struck down with his palm, causing Qi Yue to fall to the ground. The young monk hung a string of Buddhist relics on Qi Yue's body, and then a soft white light emanated from his body. "I am now opening your mind. You must calm your mind and concentrate. Remember, my name is Zhaglu."

As the young monk Zagru spoke, he seemed to transform completely, and his calm, deep eyes suddenly shone with a dazzling light.

His entire body was enveloped in a layer of milky white, peaceful energy, like the Buddha radiating light. A milky white spot of light appeared on his forehead, from which halos emanated, enveloping both himself and Qi Yue.

The white spot that shines on Zagru's forehead is the most precious and powerful living relic in Buddhism. It takes at least ten generations of eminent monks passing down their Buddhist teachings to create this almost extinct Buddhist treasure.

Side Story: Zodiac Guardian (Part 4) - Bloodline Awakening

Inside the main hall of the Holy Buddha Temple, Zagru clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and the peaceful Buddhist energy instantly doubled in speed as it surged towards Qi Yue. The pure Buddhist energy, which ordinary people could not even touch, was now impacting his body without reservation.

As Buddhist energy continuously flowed into his body, the ink unicorn tattoo on Qi Yue's chest appeared even more lifelike, with illusory light and shadow intertwining.

"Roar~~~"

In a daze, it seemed as if a beast's roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the Qilin tattoo seemed to rise from Qi Yue's body. A faint black aura gradually appeared, and the silver eyes of the black Qilin lit up.

Zagru slowly stopped and finished his practice. Looking at Qi Yue, who was in an awakened state, he couldn't help but put his hands together and sigh softly, "Heaven really knows how to play tricks on people. The first time a black Qilin appeared, it was a four-auspicious-cloud black Qilin. Heaven's will is fair, but it's a pity that the black Qilin's innate spiritual body was wasted."

May Buddha have mercy and hope that he can successfully complete everything under protection.

He emanated a dazzling Buddhist light, and through special means, he finally saw the four blurry cloud patterns behind Qi Yue.

The Black Qilin, specifically the Four Auspicious Cloud Black Qilin, represents the bloodline of the legendary Qilin King. In ancient times, the Qilin clan was divided into four types. Apart from the Black Qilin, most Qilins shared similar appearances, but their abilities differed significantly.

Besides the Black Qilin, the other Qilins are generally divided into four types: Thunder, Fire, Wind, and Water. Each Qilin has its own auspicious cloud, and the color of the cloud represents the attribute of their ability.

The auspicious clouds surrounding the Thunder Qilin are purple, the Fire Qilin are red, the Wind Qilin are cyan, and the Water Qilin are blue. Historically, there have been Qilins with two or more clouds, indicating they possess more than one attribute.

Qi Yue possesses four auspicious clouds, meaning he simultaneously wields the abilities of thunder, fire, wind, and water. This seems like a good thing, at least in terms of the upper limit of the Qilin bloodline, he is the strongest known.

But precisely because his potential ceiling is higher, Zagru is even more worried. Every generation of the Qilin Guardian is a handful, and multiple attributes mean that more energy and effort are needed to improve them.

However, whenever the Qilin Guardian appears, it signifies the beginning of an era of epic battles, and Qi Yue simply doesn't have that much time to grow. Even more troublesome is his roguish personality, which is quite unlikable, and Zagru is very worried about his interactions with the others.

"Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time!"

Zagru sighed, then simultaneously extended his index fingers forward, and two milky-white beams of light shot out, accurately striking the pair of Qilin eyes on the Mo Qilin tattoo.

The black Qilin pattern on Qi Yue's body seemed to come alive. The black Qilin soared into the air, and its enormous energy aura expanded instantly, filling the entire hall with an auspicious atmosphere.

"Hooho..."

A massive, translucent black Qilin soared into the air, its silver and black horns pointing towards the top of the hall. A loud roar echoed throughout the hall. The Qilin's enormous body spun around Qi Yue's body, and Buddhist energy surged forth, flowing into every pore of Qi Yue's body.

Four black light patterns appeared on Qi Yue's body, all located between his chest and abdomen, but originating from his head.

The four black lines deepened in color as the Buddhist energy was infused into them. The black Qilin continued to circle in the air, and beams of silver-black light shot out from the Qilin's single horn, pouring into Qi Yue's head.

A look of pain appeared on Qi Yue's face. Although he had lost consciousness, his body's instincts were still intact. The four light patterns changed from black to silver and then back to black, repeating this process over and over again.

A smile appeared on Zagru's face. He brought his hands together in front of him, mimicking the Buddha holding up a flower. The Buddhist energy within him surged forth without pause, all rushing towards Qi Yue's body.

Awakening the Qilin bloodline requires immense energy, placing a huge burden on the practitioner. Even if successful, it will have a profound impact on the practitioner.

But Zagru did not hesitate at all, because this was his mission as the Guide of the Heavens, and it was also an important reason why he was able to inherit the Living Relic.

The sacred ceremony continued, when suddenly footsteps sounded outside the hall, and large drops of sweat appeared on Zagru's pale face.

The sweat soaked through his monk's robes, but he paid no attention to it. He just looked nervously toward the entrance of the hall, where two figures, embracing each other, walked into the hall.

“Yan, Yan Xiaoyi.”

When Zagru saw Yan and Shuiyue appear, the shock on his face was undisguised. He had guessed that Yan was no ordinary person, but he never expected that Yan could find the Holy Buddha Temple, and in such a short time, and find their exact location.

The Holy Buddha Temple holds a very special position in the snowy region. Not to mention the monks inside the ancient temple, there are also so many armed soldiers. Logically speaking, its main hall should not be disturbed at all.

But now, Yan and Shuiyue have actually appeared here. What went wrong? And if the ritual is interrupted, both he and Qi Yue will suffer severe backlash.

Zagru pleaded with Yan, "Yan Xiaoyi, no, please don't do anything rash. Qi Yue is very important; he can't be harmed..."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in taking his life right now."

Yan glanced at Zagru, then released Shuiyue, the girl he had forcibly brought over. Shuiyue was completely stunned when she saw the phantom of the Four Auspicious Clouds and the Ink Qilin.

Although her family had a long history of martial arts and had inherited some impressive skills, she had always thought that martial arts were just a mysterious kind of science. But the phantom of the Qilin in front of her now completely shattered her worldview.

"Master Zagru".

Just as Yan and Zagru were talking, a tense shout suddenly came from outside the palace gate, and then a figure rushed into the hall.

This is a beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen, whose appearance and temperament are comparable to Shuiyue's, but they are two different types of beauties.

Shuiyue has a good figure that is neither too fat nor too thin, and at the same time, she has a beautiful face like an angel, with a delicate face that looks a bit innocent.

With a devilish figure and an angelic face, Shuiyue, who is also a medical and nursing student, looks incredibly alluring in her white stockings and nurse's uniform.

The girl who suddenly appeared in front of them was a pure and energetic beauty, with a well-proportioned figure and fair skin that looked so tender it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it.

She is about 1.7 meters tall, with short, soft hair that falls gently. Her simple side parting gives her a vibrant look, and her beautiful, large eyes seem to speak volumes.

Every movement she makes exudes an air of elegance; the combination of nobility and liveliness showcases a different kind of charm.

Zagru breathed a slight sigh of relief upon seeing the girl and quickly said, "Mingming, Qi Yue is awakening his Qilin bloodline, and I cannot stop him for the time being. He is the only one with the Qilin bloodline in this generation, and he absolutely cannot be harmed."

Qi Yue had some conflict with Yan Xiaoyi before. Please protect me for a while and don't let me be disturbed.

"Yes, Master."

The girl named Mingming nodded quickly, then looked at Yan with a serious expression, "Hey! You, I'm talking to you. Master has something to attend to here for the time being, you should leave!"

"Little girl, you're teaching me how to do things."

Yan glanced at the girl named Mingming. She was indeed a good-looking girl. It seemed that she ended up with Qi Yue, which was a bit of a waste.

"How old are you? You speak so condescendingly, it's really annoying. Also, I'm not called 'little girl,' I'm called Ji Mingming. Besides, you can leave now."

Ji Mingming roared angrily at Yan, then pounced on him with a swift and powerful movement, clearly showing that she had been trained.

A slender figure leaped lightly into the air. Her movements were so graceful that it was as if she were flying. In the blink of an eye, Ji Mingming was already in front of Yan.

"Are you throwing yourself into my arms, little girl?"