Chapter 93: Sitting Under the Bodhi Tree

hose close by, like Li Jianqiu at the County Dao Institute, rose to prominence almost instantly, becoming one of the most outstanding newcomers. When his combat system was dissected under everyone's s...Zhan Shan We Sun's teeth were gritted, he was barely able to stop himself from showing a look of jealousy.

There was a great deal of discussion and debate.

She listed several encounters, but then abruptly stopped, and with a playful reproach said, “You fortunate man, how can you say you’ve only met me three times”

Even Huang Sheli, who was walking back, looked at Jiang Wang with a knowing look – good for you, Jiang Wang, you kept me in the dark. Pretending to be honest and foolish, acting clueless in front of me all day long, it turns out you're one of us!

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At first sight, you fall in love. On second meeting, you become familiar with each other. On third meeting, you feel affection. On fourth meeting, the phoenix lands on the osmanthus tree!

This method is truly brilliant.

As the night deepened, the phrase "the night is deep" felt a little too familiar. All eyes in the hall turned to Jiang Wang.

In short, you have me, and I have you, a tangled mess. If it weren't for Huang He's chief manager Fu Yunqin stepping out in time to calm things down, there would have been countless fights already. Seeing blood and dying wouldn't be surprising at all.

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The Renxin Hall has always been known for its kindness and healing abilities, earning a reputation throughout the land. However, even benevolent people can have old grudges.

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Now everyone knows that Dr. Yi Tang of Renxin Guan Benge is exceptionally talented and known as the "Little Saint Hand." But who is the "Saint Hand"

He was Lu Gong, a true practitioner of medicine from the Renxin Hall.

Lu Gong, who had been traveling the world healing people for three hundred years, was tragically killed by Yin Xiaoheng, the commander of the demon army, during the war between Jing Guo and Wei.

At that time, the people of Renxin Guan supported Wei, and Yin Xiaoheng defeated the enemy troops. He pointed at Lu Gong and swore, saying: "You think you are a righteous man Today you saved one person, I will kill ten. See how many people live because of you and how many die because of you!"

Finally, Lu Gong committed suicide and died, bringing this cruel massacre to an end.

Of course, the Renxin Pavilion harbors resentment towards the Jing Kingdom. But to say that they want to do something further about it... they are also incapable of doing so.

Lord Lung Po, sitting nearby, said: "Hey, I saw the monks from Hanging Temple. Have any come from Mount Sumeru"

Zhongshan Weisun raised his chin: “There, in that corner, the one with their head buried... Psst, don't stare too long, he'll be restless.”

"Why haven't they fought yet" Long Boji asked.

Mount Xumi and the Nan Dou Palace's earthly entrances are not far apart, their spheres of influence overlapping. No matter how much they hide, friction is inevitable. He naturally enjoys watching the drama unfold.

"I don't know." Zhongshan Weisun sighed with regret: "We all gathered together, I watched for a long time, but the one from Xuankong Temple left again. It's such a shame, monks fighting is so interesting! I just love watching these guys who can't be grabbed by the hair no matter how hard you try."

Longboji fell silent for a moment, then seemed to remember something and casually asked, "Speaking of which, is Xiyue Monastery doing well on the grassland now Is there a possibility that it has become the third sacred site of Buddhism"

As the two most prestigious Buddhist holy sites, Hanging Temple and Mount Sumeru are naturally unattainable heights.

For many years, only the Ku Rong Temple had caught up and was once hailed as the "Third Holy Land of Buddhism". Sadly, it was wiped out overnight. Since then, all sorts of temples and countless treasure houses have not heard its holy name.

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But Xinyue Temple has a long history and existed long ago. It has a profound background and can be said to be unparalleled under sacred sites. Having weathered the "prosperity followed by decline" period of Kuyin Courtyard, in today's era of great competition, it has begun to catch up vigorously.

After venturing out of the bamboo forest to the north, Xinyue Monastery officially emerged from its secluded state. Unveiling itself, it seized the east wind of the unification of all teachings in Mu Guo and flourished freely on the grasslands.

Can it become the third Buddhist holy land in this modern era

This is not just a matter of Long Bo's ingenuity.

Zhongshan Weishun shrugged: "I don't pay much attention to the Wash Yue Monastery. Miss Shèli should know more about it, as she was in charge of spreading the belief in the Yellow Buddha on the grassland."

He thought for a moment, and added: “But you’re not handsome enough. She probably wouldn't even bother with you.”

"You're quite handsome." Long Borji slowly poured himself a drink: "Huang Girl has run off to the other side."

"You don't understand." Zhongshan Weishun maintained his composure: "She's going to gather intel. We have clear divisions of labor, each responsible for our own spheres. Didn't you see her greeting everyone"

“Is touching also a way of gathering information” Ryōki asked.

“You don't understand, palmistry is a deep art. Going forward, you can use it to read bones and tell fortunes. Backtracking, you can feel the skin texture and blood flow, even bringing people closer together, making them let their guard down and reveal useful information…” Zhongshan Weishun spouted nonsense, “Don't believe me Stick your hand out and let me have a feel.”

Long Bo grinned and said, “I’ll kill you.”

Zhanghuai Wei smiled happily.

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Long Boji was pouring wine, but suddenly his hand froze with the jug aloft.

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“What’s wrong” asked Zhongshan Weishun.

“Do you believe in fate”

"Come on, you don't have a lucky face."

Long Boji didn't seem to be angered, or perhaps he simply wasn't paying attention to Zhongshan Weisun's words. He was staring in the direction of the palace entrance, momentarily stunned.

"People from Xiyue Monastery have arrived," he murmured.

Then, a woman walked into the hall. What kind of woman was she

Dressed in a plain gray monk's robe and simple cloth shoes, he wouldn't have any rouge - and why would he need it

On this face, any kind of makeup is vulgar.

Her robe was very wide, meant to cover everything, but like the melancholy in her eyes, it couldn't quite hide. As she walked, there were subtle rises and falls, like mountains.

I didn't wear the bodhi branch mask today.

Perhaps, it was a Dragon Palace feast where all the celestial prodigies revealed their true forms. Or maybe it was simply...a desire to remain unmasked.

Therefore, her beauty appears here with such clarity. Like a masterpiece, it unfolds in the radiance of the Dragon Palace.

Her features were strikingly beautiful, yet her expression was filled with a profound loneliness.

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Those eyes, shaped with alluring charm, held a depth of ancient coolness.

Her beauty at this moment was contradictory.

She was a contradictory woman.

Lost amidst the grandeur of the Dragon Palace feast, a gathering of celestial prodigies, she was like a fawn astray in a labyrinth. She was a wandering novice nun.

“Who is this person” someone asked.

“Never seen before, but I suppose... it's just those few families.”

She must not appear often, otherwise I wouldn't have no memory of her.

All the prodigies of heaven were discussing in an uproar.

And she stood at the palace entrance, rooted in the light and shadow lost between inside and outside. Her palms clasped together: “Poor nun Yu Zhen, I greet all of you devout believers.”

At this moment, it feels as if Buddha himself has descended to the world.

The palace was eerily quiet, so her voice always seemed to be in my ear.

Jiang Wang didn't turn his head. He thought he was more concerned with the scent of the tiger-striped orange in his hand.

Everyone is discussing Xinyueju.

Jiang Wang did not participate.

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He wondered when the Dragon Palace Banquet would begin.

The arrival of Yu Zhen nun represents the convergence of the three most powerful forces in contemporary Buddhism - Xu Kong Temple, Sumeru Mountain, and Xinyue Monastery. The three lineages are now gathered at Changhe Longgong.

A kingdom that rules the world, a famous lineage for all ages, four great academies, three major Buddhist temples...

This time's Dragon Palace Banquet, although many geniuses were absent. But the lineup is still dazzling, rare in the world, a sight unseen throughout history, truly worthy of being the number one banquet in the world!

From the Kingdom of Jing, Huang Sheli has arrived today to welcome guests at the Dragon Palace. He acts as if he is the master of this place, welcoming each beauty with equality.

At this time, he gracefully walked forward and performed a Buddhist greeting with great solemnity: "Namo Rulai!"

Then, with a sly smile, he said, "Master Yu Zhen, I'm also a Buddhist practitioner!"

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Yuzhen replied, "I don't know which one Master has cultivated."

“Hey, don't call me Master. Our lineage of Buddhist practice is different from others. We don't discriminate between meat and vegetarianism, marriage is a free choice, and we emphasize following your heart and living a carefree life to the fullest. Just call me Sister Sheli!” Huang Sheli waved her hand enthusiastically. “We practice the Yellow-Faced Buddha... which is also my old man.”

General Huang Longwei, Huang Fu, proclaimed himself a Buddha and built a temple to worship himself, taking the title "Huang Mian Fo" (Yellow-Faced Buddha), amassing followers.

Such a thing is absurd, but when it comes to Huang Fu, there's a kind of believability in the absurdity.

Although this person is unrestrained in nature and often engages in outlandish behavior, when it comes to strength, they are undoubtedly the strongest cultivator in the Northern Region!

Whether it was Zhongshan Yanwen, who created the record for a lone person venturing furthest into the wilderness in modern times, or Huyan Jingxuan from Mu Guo, who shattered the Cang Tu mirror wall and claimed "Under the divine light, there is none stronger than him," they were unable to shake Huang Fu's position as the first of the Northern Border!

To know, the Cangtu Mirror Wall is a treasure that allows monks from Mu Guo to challenge their limits. Hu Yan Jingxuan shattered it directly, breaking through the limit set by challengers of all generations and defining a new barrier within the mirror with his own power. While Shan Zhongyanwen ventured eight thousand miles into the desolate borderlands, creating an epic heroic saga.

Huang Fu's ability to firmly establish himself above these two positions demonstrates his immense power. There are faint whispers of him being the number one true person in the world.

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So why was the Huang family able to participate in the best arena at the Heavenly King Court, and why could the Yellow Faced Buddha get the first share when the Ten Thousand Religions converged

Huang Fu's might is awe-inspiring!

Yu Zhen didn't put on airs about being a Buddhist from the orthodox sect, nor did he look down on Huang Mian Ye Fo. He simply said, "Master Huang Fu's Buddhist scholarship and cultivation are truly admirable."

"When you have time, let's meditate together." Huang Sheli smiled broadly: "My house is big, the cushions are soft, the incense smells good, and there are many scriptures!"

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Yuzhen wasn't afraid of being taken advantage of. If it were a different identity or situation, who would be taking advantage of whom, and who would be more embarrassed, is really uncertain. It's just that today, he didn't feel like it. So he said, "Next time for sure."

“We go back further than just this. You, the Wash Yue Monastery, were spreading your faith on the grasslands with me. I got along very well with your senior sister, it was a real partnership. That jade…” Huang Sheli racked her brains to close the distance, seemingly forgetting entirely how she had competed with the Wash Yue Monastery on the grasslands, forcing them to repeatedly beg for aid. In fact, she couldn't even remember the nun's name!

> Fortunately, there were other people at the scene.

She turned her head and shouted, "Fairy Jiang! What's with the Jade... something And that nun from Xinyue Monastery who also watched your fight with Dou Zhao, do you remember her"

Jiang Wang swallowed the tiger-striped mandarin in his mouth, its flavor unknown. He slowly turned to look back. His gaze was so agile, deftly avoiding any direct line of sight. His voice was soft and gentle: "Perhaps you're thinking of Master Yu Hua"

"Yes! Yu Hua!" Huang Sheli turned back with joy and said to Yuzhen, "Isn't Yu Hua your senior sister We have a great relationship!"

"Yes. Our relationship is also very good." Yu Zhen's gaze returned to Jiang Wang's side, looking at Jiang Wang, but it seemed like she wasn't really looking at him, and slowly said: "He's the person closest to me, unfortunately he's not with me now."

Huang Sheli sighed softly, gently taking her hand and speaking with concern: "It's okay, sister is here with you. Sister is by your side."

She led Yuzhen to the seat she had previously occupied.

Yu Zhen then let her lead him away.

All eyes were on her, her gaze drifting aimlessly. Like a lone bird with no perch to rest upon.

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"There's only one position left here, Miss Sheli," Jiang Wang said. Still gentle, upright, and reserved.

Appears objective, calm, and detached.

"We can squeeze in a bit." Huang Sheli looked at Jiang Wang, his expression serious, with no hint of joking around.

“That’s enough.”

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Yuzhen suddenly released Huang Sheli's hand and smiled knowingly.

This smile, it melted the frost and snow, bringing spring back to the earth. Her gray robes glowed with warmth, and though her face remained untouched by makeup, this smile painted it red.

The faint light of the oil lamp illuminates the monk's shadow, and unexpectedly, it reveals a captivating charm!

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She swayed gracefully, turning her head as she walked and seated herself before the central seat in the main hall. In that instant, she was radiant with an austere majesty, unapproachable and imposing, like a bodhisattva who had taken their place!

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You think she is a lonely and forlorn nun, you think she is that kind of fragile and easily bullied.

Wrong!

Today, there is a banquet at the Lai Long Palace in Xi Yue An. The purpose is to arrange seating according to the ranks of various sects throughout the world.

As she, the lotus flower, sits on the Bodhi!

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(The End)

"Are we all here" Yi Tang looked up from his research on the medicinal properties of Dragon Palace fruits and asked.

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"There's no one here from Muiguo or Jingguo yet," Cui Yi responded.

Yitang then fell silent.

Ye Lan'er's voice echoed again: "Our cooperation in Linzi isn't over yet!"

Thinking of how this woman helped him in the battle against Zhang Linfu, Jiang Wang smoothed his brow and finally said calmly, "Lady Ye, please sit down at ease. With Huang He, the Grand Supervisor, here, Dou Ge won't do anything to you."

As night fell, Ye Lan wanted to give Mai Yue a little nudge to subtly target the gossiping and flirting around Jiang's friends. But she knew better than to overdo it; even Jiang was starting to get angry.

Gù Shi smiled gently, ignoring Dòu Zhāo's intimidation and Jiang Wàng's coldness. She found a seat for herself and sat down gracefully.

Jiang Wangwei raised an eyebrow, looking a little displeased.

Is Jiang Qingyang not only the best fighter

To say that today's Dragon Palace banquet gathers countless celestial prodigies, among whom the relationships of love and hate are intricate and complex.

Qin Chu, Zhuang Yong and so on, needless to say, Renxin Guan and Dongwanggu are also old rivals. The four academies naturally have competition, the Buddhist sect's holy land each has its own tendency, and today even Sanshen Xiangqi Lou separated from Chu State and established itself...

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As night descended, Ye Lan'er gazed sadly and softly spoke: "My first meeting with Young Master Jiang was on the River Viewing Platform. He appeared like the rising sun, and I, from below, watched him with adoration."

Our group of friends got together for a farewell gathering before the start of the journey to the mountains and seas of Chu. We had a great time catching up with each other.

Zuo Qingru's eyes flickered, as if she had thought of something.

The crowd's gaze is truly complex, it's hard to imagine how rumors will spread after today. Jiang Wang finally turned his head: "Night girl, we don't seem that familiar, we've only met three times."

The third time we met was when the Shan Hai Realm closed. Young Master Jiang returned victorious, and I welcomed him home. After the banquet, we were alone together. You still praised my beauty, saying that I was unlike anyone you'd ever seen before.

"The fourth time we met, I went all the way to Nansha to find you..."

Read with a pure heart and soar through the heavens.lways admired you and know that you are a resolute person. But today I want to earnestly advise you—the emperor's trust in you is known throughout the world. Have you ever thought about how disappoint...