Monk Duhai said in a low voice, "The late emperor had no interest in the mortal world, and he only had a dozen years of life left. What was the use of keeping his body? If he borrowed it, it would be another hundreds of years. Maybe he would have succeeded by now, and all living beings would have been saved. What was wrong with him? "
It was meaningless to argue about the difference of ideas, just like how Jing Jiu rarely talked about these things. "…"
The Emperor would not argue with Monk Duhai. He looked at him and asked, "Were you the little acolyte who served him closely?"
A mocking smile appeared on Monk Duhai's face as he said, "Back then, those senior brothers of Immortal's Servant were all killed by you. The purge in the temple has lasted for thirty years. If I had once Immortal's Servant, do you think I would still be alive now?"
The bell in the temple was clear and melodious, as if it was outside the mortal world. But when it came to such a thing, it would become a battlefield.
The Emperor did not mention why Taiping Zhenren failed, nor did he mention what happened afterward. But Monk Duhai's few words were enough to make people think of how many people died in the Guocheng Temple and how bloody the scene was.
Zhao Layue looked indifferent, as if it was a matter of course.
Liu Shisui felt a bit emotional and asked, "Then why did you continue to follow the Grandmaster Taiping?"
"I was just an inconspicuous little monk in the temple at that time. I was never bullied, but no one paid attention to me, and I had no sense of existence."
Monk Duhai looked out of the meditation room and said with nostalgia, "One day, I was sweeping leaves in the pagoda forest and met the Chief Monk. He asked my name, what scripture I practiced, and what I understood and what I didn't understand. He accompanied me to sweep leaves for the whole afternoon."
Liu Shisui thought of the night of preaching in the vegetable garden again.
If he was an ordinary person, he might ask Monk Duhai, "Just because of such an encounter, you swore to follow Taiping and join Bulao Lin, and you didn't forget it even after you became a Bhadanta monk."
He didn't ask, and neither did Zhao Layue, because they both knew the reason.
Whether it was Taoism, swordsmanship, or Zen, what they practiced was the heart.
However, some cultivated sincerity, some cultivated tranquility, and some cultivated being moved.
In Zen stories, mortals were most familiar with the movement of the flag and the wind, but there were still some people who mistakenly thought that the last sentence referred to the love between a man and a woman.
Of course not.
It wasn't that the love between men and women was too small, but that it was too singular. It couldn't support the sky, and it couldn't support the Great Dao.
The Divine Emperor asked, "You've kept your mouth shut for the past three days. Why are you willing to speak now?"
Monk Duhai looked at Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, and said, "You are from the Shenmo Peak, descendants of Jing Y. I want to tell you how you lost this time, and next …"
Zhao Layue said expressionlessly, "Will time prove that he is right?"
Monk Duhai said with a smile, "No, the Immortal will prove it himself."
After saying this, he closed his eyes and breathed no more.
In order to kill Jing Jiu, he used the self-sacrificing method of the Palm of the World, which was the Palm of the Prajna World. As a result, he lost all his Zen breath and would die within ten days, not to mention that all his meridians were broken by the Divine Emperor. It was not easy for him to hold on until Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui came back. Now he passed away with his eyes closed, with a calm smile on his lips.
The monks of the Guocheng Temple came over and carried Monk Duhai's body away. The meditation room became quiet again.
Zhao Layue walked to the side of the bed and looked at Jing Jiu's pale face, saying, "If Monk Duhai didn't lie, then the key lies in the Fairy Book."
The Divine Emperor said, "The injury on his body has been suppressed, but I can't get rid of the Fairy Book either. We can only wait and see when he wakes up."
The swordsmen in the Heavenly Arrival State were extraordinary. They were not afraid of the Chaotic Wind, and they had a strong recovery ability. Together with the perception of the Heavenly Heart, they were hard to kill. For example, the Great Grandmaster Xuan Yi had taken the Divine Emperor's palm head-on and was pierced through by the sword of the Immortal Liu Ci. If the sword hadn't carried the murderous intent of the Sword Formation of Aoyama, he wouldn't have been nearly killed.
Of course, Jing Jiu's current state was much lower, but his body was special. It could be compared to the swordsmen in the Heavenly Arrival State, so it was hard to kill him.
Y.'s plan was very detailed and ingenious. He used the Fairy Book in Jing Jiu's left hand as the real fatal blow.
The Fairy Awareness left by the Fairy Lady Bai Ren in the Fairy Book had been mostly erased by Jing Jiu with the scriptures, but there was still a trace of it left.
If Jing Jiu couldn't suppress the Fairy Awareness, he wouldn't be able to wake up, and he would be killed by the countercharge.
The problem was that he was in a deep sleep because his spiritual soul was affected by the Fairy Awareness after he was severely injured; how could he sense the danger and wake up?
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Zhuo Rusui woke up first.
He opened his arms reflexively, but he hugged nothing. It was not until then that he found the small stone pagoda was no longer by his side.
He walked out of the meditation room and asked the monks of the Guocheng Temple. Then he found the White Mountain meditation room by the pagoda forest.
Seeing Jing Jiu in a deep sleep, he was a bit surprised. After learning what had happened, he said with a smile, "There's nothing to worry about. Just wait and see what I'll do."
After the Dao Competition, Liu Ci had entangled Jing Jiu's left hand with countless wills of sword to prevent the energy in the Fairy Book from leaking out.
Zhuo Rusui was the last disciple of Liu Ci, so he had a profound cultivation of the Inherited Heaven Sword, so he was confident that he could do the same.
He walked to the side of the bed and called out his flying sword, which flew around Jing Jiu's left hand at a high speed, leaving behind countless light threads.
The light threads bound Jing Jiu's left hand tighter and tighter. At last, they were connected from head to tail, and a knot was formed.
The moment the knot was formed, countless light threads shot out from Jing Jiu's left hand, and the fairy aura was rising!
With a muffled groan, Zhuo Rusui was sent flying into the pagoda forest outside the meditation room. He rolled over twenty times on the ground, and didn't stop until he hugged the small stone pagoda that he was familiar with.
The Emperor retracted the fire wings that isolated the fairy aura and shook his head.
Zhao Layue walked to the side of the bed and reached out her hands as fast as lightning, holding Jing Jiu's left hand tightly.
A dozen shapeless wills of sword came out from her earlobes, the ends of her hair, and the corners of her clothes, cutting the air and filling the meditation room with a fierce aura.
She wanted to use her Acquired Shapeless Sword to wrap around the fairy aura coming out from the Fairy Book.
The light threads passed through Jing Jiu's fingers and came out from between her fingers, illuminating her face and her clear eyes.
Her face grew paler and paler. At last, she couldn't hold on any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood. She had no choice but to let go of Jing Jiu's hand.
"I won't try," said Liu Shisui.
He had learned the sword style of Aoyama and the sword style of West Ocean, but the most powerful one was still the demonic method of the Bloody Demon Church. Using the demonic method to deal with the fairy aura was no different from seeking death.
Zhuo Rusui said, "We have to ask my Master to come here as soon as possible."
Zhao Layue said, "I have already sent the message. The Immortal Sect Master will arrive tomorrow."
Zhuo Rusui wondered why his Master took so long to arrive after three days. Even though his Master was famous for his slow riding sword, it shouldn't take him three days to arrive. Then he realized that his Master must have consumed a great deal of his Sword Source to severely injure the Great Grandmaster Xuan Y, and needed to rest and recuperate before he could set off.
What he could think of, Zhao Layue could think of as well. But what she didn't understand was that if the Immortal Sect Master couldn't arrive, what about the Sword Justice?
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Half a day had passed.
Jing Jiu hadn't woken up yet. The Fairy Book in his left hand grew brighter and brighter, and the fairy aura coming out from it grew denser.
Zhuo Rusui thought that he had no choice but to use up the fairy aura. He began to meditate with his eyes closed, cultivating with the help of the fairy aura in the room.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui weren't in the mood to cultivate. They sat on the futons in front of the bed, looking at Jing Jiu who was sleeping soundly, lost in thought.
The white cat squatted by Jing Jiu's feet, behaving obediently, not making a sound the entire time.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui knew he was there, but they didn't take a look at him, nor did they pay any attention to him.
"It was snowing in Zhaoge City when my mother was pregnant with me. I was born on the twelfth lunar month, so my name is Zhao Layue."
Looking at Jing Jiu who was sleeping soundly, Zhao Layue continued, "In the snowflakes, he saw me in my mother's belly, so I was the first disciple he chose."
Having heard the stories told by the Emperor and Monk Duhai, Liu Shisui had vaguely guessed the true origin of his Young Master. Hearing what Zhao Layue said and thinking that she had always claimed that she was the personal disciple appointed by Senior Grandmaster Jing Y. He was more certain of his guess.
He came back to his senses after a long moment of silence, and then he realized that what Zhao Layue said was that she was trying to sort things out.
There was no point in competing. When he was at the external gate of the South Pine Pavilion, he saw her riding the sword in the sky and heard the rumors about her, and he had called her Big Sister many times. Later, when she became the master of the Shenmo Peak, he had to call her Senior Master …
Though he was thinking of all this, he said something else, "My name is Liu Shisui. It's because I was ten years old when my Young Master met me."
Zhao Layue asked, "If you were three years old when he met you, would you be called Liu Sansui?"
Liu Shisui thought that if his Young Master saw her in her mother's belly in Zhaoge City in the summer, would she be called Zhao Dashu?
Though he thought so, he couldn't say it out loud.
Thinking of the journey from the vegetable garden to Ōzawa, he asked with a lingering fear, "How did you feel when you faced the Grandmaster alone in the beginning?"
Zhao Layue said after some thought, "I was very scared."
There were few things and people in the world that could make her feel scared.
Yet, Taiping Zhenren was the Grandmaster of Aoyama, a character in the book, whose portrait was still hanging in that small building.
She was a disciple of Aoyama. At the time, she rode her sword to chase after him, and she didn't give up until she died. Now that she had calmed down and thought of these things, how could she not feel scared?
Looking at Jing Jiu who was sleeping soundly, she knew that he wanted to make her feel scared so that she would face her true inner self.
She had figured out two things after she left the Guocheng Temple three days ago.
Jing Jiu left her outside the Zen hall because he wanted her to chase after Taiping Zhenren and prevent him from leaving.
She could have broken through the middle state of Free Travel a few years ago, but Jing Jiu didn't allow her to do so. It was because he wanted her to find her own path.
Everybody was different, and everybody's path was different.
She was good at calculating and calculating, but she couldn't follow the old path of Taiping and Jing Y. It would be easy for her to reach the end of the path.
Jing Jiu didn't allow her to break through the state, which was why he gave her a question.
There was no real answer to this question. When she chose to break through the state on her own, ignoring Jing Jiu's opinion, the question would be solved by itself.
It meant that neither Jing Jiu nor the Immortal Jing Y. Nobody could influence her choice anymore.
She was born in the snow in Zhaoge City, and she cultivated silently on the Sword Peak, both of which had the characteristics of Jing Y. At the moment, she didn't care about the intention of the Immortal Jing Y. She cut off the long hair he liked and broke through the state by force, becoming herself completely.
Zhao Layue should have a messy short hair, and she should advance bravely, regardless of the consequences.
This was the answer Jing Jiu wanted her to find.
Zhao Layue looked at Liu Shisui, wondering what kind of path he would choose in the future.
Liu Shisui didn't know what was on her mind, and he had never thought about what kind of path he should choose. Looking at her gaze, he asked worriedly, "What if my Young Master doesn't wake up, or the Fairy Book breaks out?"
Zhao Layue said after some thought, "I'll pretend that nothing has happened over the years."
After a moment of silence, Liu Shisui said, "I might not be able to do it."
Zhao Layue suddenly asked, "Why did he stay in your house when he went to your village?"
Liu Shisui said, "I asked my Young Master about it later. He said that he saw me the first time he saw me, he could tell that I had a special bone structure and an extraordinary talent …"
"Interesting," Zhao Layue commented.
"What's interesting about it?" Liu Shisui asked.
"I can't explain it clearly," Zhao Layue replied.
It was quiet in the White Mountain meditation room.
The Emperor stood in front of the Buddha statue in silence; it was unclear what he was thinking.
Zhuo Rusui greedily absorbed the fairy energy seeping out from the gaps between Jing Jiu's fingers. Even though he was meditating with his eyes closed, he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling up; he seemed to be very happy.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui chatted casually. It wasn't a smooth conversation. If it were someone else, they might feel embarrassed, but they were quite comfortable with it. This was the first time they had chatted so casually, which was interesting enough.
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Standing outside the door of the Guocheng Temple, Xiao He looked at the receptionist monk. She wanted to approach him and ask him, but she was hesitant.
They had lived in the vegetable garden for many years and were familiar with the monks in the temple. It was easy for them to enter the temple on normal days; but something significant had happened in the Guocheng Temple that day; even the wives of the officials who came to offer incense were barred from entering the temple, including Xiao He.
A young man walked past her toward the temple gate.
Xiao He recognized who he was and was somewhat surprised.
The young man wore a conical hat on his back, which was a bit bigger than the ordinary ones, and his eyebrows were a bit lighter than the ordinary ones.
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