The night sky was like water, dotted with stars. The stars rumbled and revolved in the starry sky according to an unchanging law since time immemorial, and the starlight that illuminated the world sprinkled down, soaking everything in the world until it was spotless.
Little Stone Village!
The lights were brightly lit, and there was a hubbub of voices. Dozens of villagers gathered in front of Uncle Zhuo's house. Everyone's faces were brimming with joy, and their mouths occasionally let out joyful laughter.
Although it was already late at night, the villagers were still in high spirits after experiencing the Buddha worship during the day. They even spontaneously set up a few simple banquet tables in front of Uncle Zhuo's house. There were even some low-quality drinks piled on the tables.
The banquet was very simple. There were only some crops like sweet potatoes, some vegetables, and some wine. It was enough to entertain the villagers.
Of course, the villagers did not gather in front of Uncle Zhuo's house just to drink and have fun. They also wanted to express their gratitude to Ye Xuan. However, Ye Xuan did not participate. He only expressed his gratitude to the villagers before closing the door.
It was not that Ye Xuan was arrogant, but he had always liked peace and quiet. He also knew that the villagers of Little Stone Village had some doubts about his identity. If he really did participate in the banquet, he would have to explain his origins.
Ye Xuan was a person who hated trouble, so it was better to be alone in the grass hut. It would save him a lot of trouble.
It was late at night, and the moon hung high in the sky.
As the villagers returned home to rest, Ye Xuan welcomed a rare moment of peace. However, at this moment, there was a soft knock on the door outside. This made Ye Xuan get out of bed and open the door.
As expected, it was the grandfather and granddaughter outside the door.
"Brother Ye Xuan," the little girl sweetly called out to Ye Xuan. Her large, watery eyes were filled with admiration.
"Little Zhuo Ma, good girl," Ye Xuan smiled and rubbed the little girl's hair. His eyes were filled with gentleness.
"Little Ye, it's all thanks to you today. Otherwise, who knows how much trouble that Buddhist emissary would have caused." Uncle Zhuo chuckled and expressed his gratitude to Ye Xuan.
"Let's go inside and talk." Ye Xuan stepped aside, allowing the grandfather and grandson pair to enter the house.
A single candle flickered in the grass hut. It was deep into the night and all was quiet. Ye Xuan and Uncle Ye Xuan were chatting in the grass hut. The little girl was still young after all. She leaned into Ye Xuan's arms and soon fell into a deep sleep. There was a pure and happy smile on her lips.
Seeing that his granddaughter had already fallen asleep, Uncle Zhuo silently glanced at Ye Xuan. After some deliberation, he said, "Little Ye, ever since you came to Little Rock Village, this old man could tell that you were no ordinary person."
"But this old man also understands that our Little Rock Village can't keep a divine dragon like you. There will come a time when you will soar into the Nine Firmaments. But this old man wants you to know that Little Rock Village will always be your home. If there comes a day when you are tired, then come home and visit me and little Zhuo Ma. This way, this old man can die in peace."
Uncle Zhuo didn't ask who Ye Xuan was, nor did he ask about Ye Xuan's identity. He only knew that because of Ye Xuan's appearance, the grandfather and grandson pair treated him as family.
Ye Xuan was silent as he looked at Uncle Zhuo's aged appearance. Just as Uncle Zhuo said, he would leave Little Rock Village one day. In this world, it might be tomorrow or a hundred years later because Ye Xuan didn't know when he would leave.
The journey of seeking the Dao and the opportunity to become a Quasi-Saint.
He stayed in Little Rock Village and stayed with the grandfather and grandson pair because he was searching for his lost heart and the opportunity to become a Quasi-Saint.
This period of time was a rare period of peace for Ye Xuan. There were no conflicts or great enemies. There were only peaceful years.
Ye Xuan enjoyed this kind of calm and tranquil time. He was even examining himself to find what he'd lost. He was refining his heart and tempering his soul, hoping that one day, he would be able to comprehend the path of a quasi-sage.
To Ye Xuan, a hundred years passed in a flash. But to mortals, a hundred years was their entire life.
Whether he was affectionate or not, Ye Xuan couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had for the grandfather and grandson pair. But Ye Xuan always understood that this seemingly aged old man had taught him a lesson about the human heart. This was also the reason why he stayed in Little Rock Village.
If the heart was not extinguished, all things would exist forever. True spirits would be born and one could become a Quasi-Saint.
Ye Xuan always remembered these words. This was the maxim left to him by Dao Ancestor Hongjun. It was also the opportunity for him to become a Quasi-Saint.
"No matter who I am, as long as I stay in Little Rock Village, I will be able to protect the village. I will also treat Zhuo Ma as my own sister. Uncle Zhuo, you can rest assured." Ye Xuan softly said. This was also a promise he made to Uncle Zhuo, as well as an expression of his own attitude.
"Little Ye, you are a person of great ability. In the end, this old man is only a mortal. Sooner or later, I will be buried in the yellow earth. The only thing I am worried about in this mortal world is this granddaughter of mine. If you don't mind, after this old man dies, you can keep her by your side and let her make your bed. This way, she will have a relative by her side and won't be alone. This old man will be able to rest in peace in the underworld.
As Uncle Zhuo spoke, he was about to bow to Ye Xuan. However, before he could do so, an invisible force stopped him.
"Uncle Zhuo, there is no need for this. Little Zhuo Ma is very obedient and sensible. I will treat her as my own sister," Ye Xuan said softly.
"Little Ye, thank you."
The night was like water. Little Zhuo Ma slept peacefully in the grass hut while Uncle Zhuo returned home alone. However, Ye Xuan watched the old man leave with a complicated look in his eyes.
Family was difficult to part with. This was what the old man valued the most. He was already seventy years old and the only thing he could not let go of was his granddaughter. This was why he had pleaded with Ye Xuan today.
Ye Xuan could tell that the old man only had one year left to live. However, he didn't tell the old man that although he could make the old man immortal, mortals had their own fate. How many people could he, Ye Xuan, help?
"Uncle Zhuo's heart is with little Zhuo Ma. Then where is Ye Xuan's heart?"
Under the night sky, Ye Xuan leaned against the window and muttered to himself. His eyes were filled with confusion. Clearly, he could not find the answer to this question.
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Five Flower Temple!
Speaking of Five Flowers Temple, it was a famous Buddhist temple in the Aparagodānīya Continent. It had a history of 100,000 years in the Aparagodānīya Continent and worshipped the Buddhas of the Western Spirit Mountain. Its prosperity was not something that ordinary temples could compare to.
The Great Thunderclap Temple of Spirit Mountain in the West was famous. Five Flower Temple was a dojo at the foot of Spirit Mountain. Its abbot, Zen Master Fa Hua, was an Arhat, which was equivalent to the Great Heaven Xuan Immortal Realm. It was a rather famous existence in the Aparagodānīya Continent.
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