Chapter 504 Nine Difficulties

When Guang Lingui woke up.

What caught his eye was an old face.

It was an old monk.

One of them was similar to the old monk he remembered, but it was not his face.

Although he could not remember the old monk's name or appearance, he was sure that the old monk in front of him was not the old monk.

Logically speaking, after being unconscious for such a long time, he was in an unknown place, and there was an unknown person standing in front of him.

The first question should be, "Who are you?" Or "Where is this?"

Or perhaps, even if it wasn't good enough, he would still have to ask himself how long he had been unconscious and why he had appeared here.

However, Guang Lingui 's first question was none of this.

He looked at the old monk, or rather at the abbot of the Dragon Hidden Temple. Li Dongjun's only disciple, Master Bu Ku, asked, "Where's Ding Dang?"

Of course, this question was somewhat abrupt, and it could even be said to be inexplicable.

After all, Master Bu Ku didn't even know who Ding Dang was, so how could he answer Guang Lingui's question?

However, Master Buku did not show any surprise or embarrassment. He had never thought of answering the little monk's question from the beginning.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Guang Lingui. A complicated expression appeared on his wrinkled face. It was a look of nostalgia and worry, joy and sorrow mixed together.

He looked at it for a long time, until the anxiety on Guang Lin's ghost face still had a tendency to turn into dissatisfaction. Only then did the old monk's voice ring out for the first time in this wooden house that was surrounded by sandalwood fragrance.

He said, "Have you seen him?"

The old monk's question was more puzzling than Guang Lingui's.

"Who?" Inevitably, Guang Lingui frowned and asked in confusion.

"Li Dongjun." The old monk narrowed his eyes and suddenly opened them. A terrifying light shot out from his cloudy eyes, like an arhat's gaze, like a Buddha observing the world. He was terrified and dignified.

"Li Dongjun?" Guang Lingui frowned. This name seemed to have an indescribable magic power to him.

This left him in a trance. He remembered that outside Niutou Village, after killing hundreds of bandits alone, Liu Dingdang was seriously ill. Then, he met the fellow who claimed to be the Hall Master of Dark Asura Palace.

He saved Liu Dingdang. He claimed to be the King of Ksitigarbha. He took him to the depths of the Gu Forest and injected some terrifying power into him beside the skeleton. Then, he vaguely heard that person mention the name Li Dongjun.

But who was Li Dongjun?

Why did he feel that this name was so familiar, but why did he not remember how the owner of this name looked like?

As he thought of this, Guang Lingui 's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his brain felt heartbreaking pain from trying to think of something.

It was as if something was preventing him from remembering something.

Dense sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his face gradually turned pale.

He vaguely sensed that something was about to awaken from his body. An irresistible pressure enveloped his body. He was about to be devoured by that thing, but a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Guang Lingui's body trembled at that moment and he suddenly woke up.

"I'm going to find Dingdang!" As he said this, he wanted to rush out of the room.

"Amitabha." But at this moment, an old Buddhist chant suddenly sounded from behind him.

At that time, Guang Lingui 's body suddenly froze in place as if he had received a heavy blow, while the old monk's voice behind him sounded again.

"It's hard to get rid of Chen Xin."

The old monk's voice seemed to carry an indescribable magic power. It passed through the little monk's eardrums, past his body, and struck straight into his soul.

Some blurry images appeared in his mind.

It was a bustling street with pedestrians passing by. The street vendors were holding sugar gourds, clay dolls, little puppets, and even more interesting things that Guang Lingui couldn't name. On the street, the little monk walked side by side with the old monk. The old monk lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, but the little monk looked left and right.

This was the first time the little monk had walked out of the mountain gate, and it was also the first time he had seen the world of flowers below the mountain.

They were traveling to save the souls of a well-known philanthropist in the city. He had followed his master out of the mountain gate early in the morning and had only just completed this matter. Afterwards, they had to hurry back to the temple overnight.

He came and went in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to savor the prosperity of the world before returning to the mountains.

After all, the little monk was young. He was accustomed to seeing the azure lantern ancient buddha in the ancient temples in the mountains. Everything in this world, even the most ordinary sugar gourd or puppet show on the streets, was extremely attractive to him. Naturally, he couldn't help but turn his head back three steps at a time. He was reluctant to part.

"The mortal world is full of dreams, but it is like a bubble. If you want to see my Buddha, you must break it." The old monk beside him narrowed his eyes and said.

The little monk in the illusion gritted his teeth when he heard this and finally turned around to look at the prosperous world. In the end, he nodded towards the old monk and said in a crisp voice, "I understand, Master."

As soon as this voice fell, the illusion in Guang Lingui's mind suddenly dissipated. However, before he could regain his senses, the voice of Grandmaster Bu Ku sounded again in the ancient house that was burning incense.

"It's hard to break off a kinship."

As a result, certain scenes appeared in Guang Lingui's mind again.

The little monk in the picture had already grown into a young man. He wore a white robe, and his appearance was handsome as if he had been sketched by a painter.

He stood in front of a dilapidated thatched cottage with a calm expression, like a Buddha observing the world. Although his eyes were filled with compassion, there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation that a stranger should have. That kind of compassion was almost equal to all living beings, and it would not make any difference to anyone because of any relationship.

A 60-year-old couple in front of him was looking at the monk with tears rolling down their eyes.

"Ah Tu, don't you want to stay for a few more days?" The skinny old woman took a step forward and asked the monk with a trembling expression.

"Enough time. It's time to return to the mountain gate." The young monk made a Buddhist bow to the woman. The Buddhist bow was naturally very decent, but it carried an icy coldness that kept people from traveling a thousand miles away.

"Is that so?" When the old woman heard this, her expression became somewhat lonely. Although the old man didn't say anything, the concern and reluctance in her eyes were almost written on her face.

"Then when will we come back?" But soon the woman asked again, and she stared at the young monk with a strong look of hope on her face.

However, the monk's answer made her heart tremble. He said in a tone so calm that it was almost like a statement, "I won't come back again."

This time, before the old woman could respond, the old man who had been silent stepped forward and asked in shock, "Why?"

"This meeting is for the sake of fate. Today, fate is over. Since that's the case, there's no need to see each other again." After saying this, the monk turned around and left.

Seeing this, the expressions of the two old men changed once again, and they were about to step forward to stop them. However, at that moment, they seemed to have thought of something. They immediately revealed a shameful expression and stopped their movements. They could only watch from afar as the young monk dressed in white gradually disappeared from their eyes.

After a hundred breaths of time, the monk arrived a hundred feet away from where the two old men were.

There was a woman dressed in a water-sleeved robe standing there, smiling as she looked at the monk.

She quickly came forward, her pink sleeves fluttering in the spring breeze like a swallow across the wilderness.

"Are you done? Brother Dongjun." The woman stood in front of the monk and asked with a smile.

"Yes." The monk nodded, his expression still incomparably calm.

"Then when will we come back?" The woman asked again.

"Not again."

"Why? They are your parents!?" The woman was surprised.

"I came here for the sake of the Dust Fate. Since the Dust Fate is over, there is no need to meet each other." The monk's tone was still calm, as if he was explaining a trivial matter.

"Are you angry with them? For abandoning you back then …" The woman frowned and asked, her expression worried.

The monk's tone finally changed slightly at that moment, but this change was quickly restrained by him.

The woman seemed to have sensed this. She did not want to dwell on this topic anymore. A spring-like smile appeared on her face again. She narrowed her eyes and stared at the monk. Suddenly, she asked, "What about me?"

The monk's body trembled again. He took a deep look at the woman. After a while, he turned around and left silently.

To be able to make this monk so speechless was a rare victory for a woman. The smile on her lips became even more intense, and she quickly caught up with the pace of the Taoist leaving.

This scene disappeared from Guang Lingui's mind at that moment, but he could vaguely hear a voice saying, "Your most difficult calamity, so I left you at the end."

"Three Difficult Points to Break Anger and Anger."

"Four unforgettable vengeance."

"Five Difficult Points to Reject Greed."

"The Six Difficulties Pacify All Creatures."

"Seven Difficult Points to Know."

"Eight Difficult Points to Reincarnation."

After that, Master Bu Ku's voice rang out one after another. Every sound was accompanied by images that entered Guang Lingui's mind. His gaze gradually became empty as these images flashed. He gradually entered a state where he and I forgot something.

"Nine Difficulties Buried Hongyan…"

At this moment, Master Buku's last voice sounded. However, this voice was no longer as sonorous and powerful as before. Instead, it was like a long sigh.

At that time, he looked at Guang Lingui, who had already sat down cross-legged and his eyes were tightly shut. Master Buku's gaze flickered.

He opened his mouth again and said softly.

"This final difficulty … can you endure it?"

"Master?"

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