Patrol Captain

The Heavenly Palace.

General Qi Tian stared at the scene in the void mirror with his two Qilin eyes, his thick eyebrows furrowing deeply.

He heard about what happened in the west.

Legend has it that a great monk descended from Mount Sumeru in the West, appearing out of nowhere with boundless Buddhist teachings.

Looking at the monk in the picture, who is so handsome he seems otherworldly, with an ethereal air, could this be the person in question?
"I can't see through it!"

However, when his gaze fell upon the four golden boys and jade girls behind the monk, his eyelids twitched.

Although I didn't see anything unusual, I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

His brows were slightly furrowed!

But then Helian Shan put his hands behind his back, took a few steps forward, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy eyes, and let out a shout.
"Ha, not only can't you see through it, but even I can't see through it."

"It seems that a great Buddha has descended from Mount Sumeru. That place is a world of its own, and no one can enter it. You either become a Buddha and join them, or you become a demon and are converted by them."

"It seems that the Western Buddhist lands, upon seeing the people from heaven, have also begun to have their own thoughts. Look at those people; when your soldiers were fighting for them, were they so devout?"

Helian Shan's laughter was somewhat jarring, and General Qi Tian's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He found it somewhat jarring to watch the people kneeling and bowing down along the street in the video.

However, he was a resolute person and was not disturbed by these things.
"Sir, can you discern the backgrounds of the four attendants behind this monk?"

Helian Shan stopped, his eyes flashing with a bluish light. The next second, he shook his head.

"It was blocked by a layer of Buddha's light!"

"General Qi, do you find something strange?"

"Somewhat, it's just a gut feeling. But people from the Western Pure Land have come, and even adults can't see through it. It seems that an Arhat has come down from Mount Sumeru. It's normal for something strange to happen."

Qi Tian's expression was solemn. As the general who had guarded the Eight Demon Kingdoms for many years, he had heard many rumors about this pure land: mysterious, magnificent, and powerful.

That pure land, transcending the world, forms its own world, mysterious and extraordinary.

Entering that sacred world is extremely difficult. Ordinary powerful beings face nine deaths and one life just to cross the Demon Kingdom. Even if they arrive, they can only see the mountains but not the land itself. Only a few old monsters can truly step into that pure land.

Legend has it that the ground there is made of gold, composed of the seven treasures, radiating brilliant light, with palaces and pavilions everywhere, some on the ground and some floating in the air. There are countless pools of seven treasures, filled with water possessing eight virtues: clear, cool, sweet, soft, moistening, peaceful, purifying, and beneficial. When the water ripples, it produces wondrous sounds, as if expounding the Dharma. Moreover, according to great beings who have entered this place, there is no need for sun or moon; everything rises from the earth to the sky, and all things radiate light. Pavilions, jeweled pools, colorful trees, lotuses, and so on all emit light, and wondrous celestial flowers fall from the sky day and night, beautiful, peaceful, and sacred, inspiring endless imagination!

"What a nuisance!" Helian Shan flicked his sleeve, wiping away the void mirror, and paced somewhat grimly toward the front of the hall.

"Are you all here to join in the fun? Do you think that my old bones are getting lighter and lighter, and I can't hold people down anymore?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Qi Tian, ​​“General Qi, you have been guarding that defense line for many years, so you know more about it. Follow up on this matter and send your men to act as believers and see what this great Buddha from the Western Pure Land is doing in Chengdu.”

"Do nothing else."

Qi Tian raised his hand and clasped his hands in a fist salute. "This is not difficult. I will go and arrange it right away."

On the other side, the main street of Xicheng, which was originally bustling with traffic and noise, automatically made way for a lane.

"Dinglang dinglang"

A handsome young monk in a grey-white robe walked barefoot on the ground, his feet never touching the dust. His compassionate face made people instinctively make way for him, and even animals obediently stepped aside.

Such a refined and otherworldly young monk naturally attracted the attention of many. At one point, someone in a tavern along the street recognized him.

“Holy Monk! That is the Holy Monk of Guangyuan City who repelled the demon tide with his golden body.”

Someone exclaimed excitedly.

The sound instantly blended together, causing a stir, and the story of the holy monk spread by word of mouth, creating quite a buzz.

One by one, figures rushed out, wanting to get close to such a figure. The bolder ones even stood in front of him, knelt down, and cried out for the holy monk to enlighten them, wanting to follow his words.

The young monk, however, did not stop walking without pause, and strangely enough, he was not hindered in the slightest.

The crowd was astonished and noisy, following the monk around. No one could stop him until a mother, her hair disheveled and full of sorrow, knelt down in front of him, holding a little girl who was covered in sweat and fast asleep.

"Please, holy monk, save my child!"

Perhaps out of a "what the hell" attitude, the woman's voice trembled.

Just when everyone thought the holy monk wouldn't stop, the young monk did.

His eyes, as bright as the stars and the moon, were lowered as he looked at the woman with a sorrowful face and the little girl in his arms, who was barely breathing.

He then bent down and reached out a hand to touch the little girl's forehead.

Then, with his other hand raised to his chest, prayer beads hanging from his finger, and a compassionate expression, he uttered a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha!"

As the chanting of the Buddha's name ended, a golden light shone on the girl's forehead.

Soon, the girl, who had been pale and covered in sweat, quickly regained her rosy complexion, her weak breathing became steady, and her eyes opened wide, revealing a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

Upon seeing a stranger, her lips trembled, and she burst into tears, her cries clear and loud.

This shout transformed the woman's fear and anticipation into ecstatic joy, amplified the clamor of the surrounding crowd, and caused a large number of them to kneel down.

"woke up"

"She's really awake."

"Holy monk!"

"Living Buddha"

"..."

Many people were thrilled and overjoyed upon witnessing this scene, and they offered their prayers in devout worship.

When the girl's mother came to her senses from the surprise and prepared to kneel and worship the holy monk, she found that he was no longer there. Holding her daughter, she turned around, watched the noisy crowd continue to move away, and bowed from afar.

That day, word spread that a holy monk from the Western Pure Land had arrived in Chengdu, entering the mortal world to relieve people's suffering. His followers stretched for miles, and finally entered the Ci'en Temple in the city. The monks in the temple all bowed in worship, the Buddha statue shone with light, and the temple's incense offerings increased dramatically...

Amidst this bustling scene, in the western part of the city, near the city center, lies a small courtyard with only one entrance. The courtyard is filled with green bamboo, which partially obscures the walls on either side.
Upon entering the courtyard, a cobblestone path winds its way to a two-story wooden pavilion. The pavilion exudes an antique charm, and the wind chimes under the eaves sway gently, their sounds crisp and melodious.

The window was open, and you could see people looking inside.

Inside the house, incense smoke curled upwards. Two women stood by the window, watching the bustling crowd on the street and, about a mile to the west, an ancient temple nestled among the greenery of a low hill, where the sound of bells rang out.

"There really is such a handsome monk in this world? Is the Western Pure Land really so nurturing? I see all the young ladies on the street have abandoned their modesty and are chasing after him the most fiercely, even calling him 'Holy Monk Brother'," a fiery and teasing voice rang out from the window. As she spoke, she even imitated the sound, then laughed so hard that she trembled with laughter.

The woman speaking was wearing a black dress with a high slit on one side. Her laughter was alluring, and her breasts heaved, making her quite proud.

Dugu Jialuo, the only daughter of the Invincible Marquis, returned to Chengdu at some unknown time.

Beside her stood Qin Rushuang, dressed in a five-colored robe. Her delicate and refined demeanor was disturbed by Dugu Jialuo's words, causing her eyebrows to twitch.

Her eyes were fixed on the distant Ci'en Temple, where incense smoke curled upwards.

"Whether he came from the Western Pure Land is still hard to say. I don't know where the news came from. But I can't see through that monk, and neither can the four attendants following him. They are not simple."

Looking at the commotion on the main street, Qin Rushuang suddenly felt it was somewhat absurd.

A reputation based on hearsay, coupled with a few remarkable details, could attract such devout followers among the people.

She couldn't quite understand it, but she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she focused on the matter at hand, finding the monk mysterious and unpredictable.

Beside her, Dugu Jialuo's phoenix eyes darted around. She patted her chest and a smile played on her lips. "What's wrong, little sister? Are you interested in this monk?"

As he spoke, he quickly moved his face closer, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, his eyes narrowing.
"No, the one my sister admires is the dream man of countless women in the world."

"The first Martial Saint in Shu in a thousand years, concurrently serving as one of the Three Imperial Guards, and the first to rebel against His Majesty, angrily attack the Celestials, and resign from office to return to his hometown—is there anyone else like him?"

Qin Rushuang's delicate and elegant face, when confronted by Dugu Jialuo's squinting, smiling eyes, slightly welled up with tears, and she looked utterly helpless.
"Sister Jialuo, your thinking is beyond the reach of most people. Please don't tease me. Brother Chen is now a Martial Saint, so it's inappropriate for you to say such things."

Dugu Jialuo, however, was relentless.

"Good sister, what are you thinking? Even a martial saint is human. As long as you have the courage... Hey, I heard that this time, your old man asked you to be his envoy to persuade General Chen to put aside his prejudices and continue to be at his beck and call?"

"Well, I'm actually a little confused myself." Qin Rushuang frowned slightly, unable to understand why she, a woman, was being asked to do this.

"That's simple. The Grand Tutor is backed by the Crown Prince. And who is backed by the Crown Prince? It's all clear."

"Our Emperor is subtly maneuvering!" Dugu Jialuo straightened up, her beautiful face displaying remarkable knowledge as she spoke about the matter.
“You and General Chen are very close friends. Last time in the capital, that person was isolated by those powerful officials in the court. You used the Crown Princess’s prestige to meet with him. I guess His Majesty found out, or the Crown Prince informed him, which is why you did this.”

"So, when do you plan to set off to find General Chen?"

"This official has been resigning and returning to his hometown for some time now."

Qin Rushuang shook her head. "I won't say that. I, Qin Rushuang, can't use friendship as a bargaining chip."

Dugu Jialuo looked at her stubbornness and said, "My good sister, who asked you to say that? Let's just go and see General Chen, have a chat, and have a private relationship with such a martial saint. Sister Rushuang, you may not know what this means."

"You're so naive!" Dugu Jialuo said, her voice tinged with genuine envy.

Having a close personal relationship with a martial saint can bring various hidden benefits not only to the individual but also to the entire family. If maintained well, it can ensure the longevity of a family for hundreds of years.

Dugu Jialuo was bold and had no taboos. She understood these things clearly and never felt there was any harm in speaking her mind.

“I do want to see Brother Chen. In a few days, I will contact the others first. Since Brother Qin has resigned from his post, it is only right that we go to visit him.” Qin Rushuang nodded without hesitation and also thought of the others.

The original Seven Heroes of Weiyuan: Master Li of Fulong Temple, Master An of Su Nu Sword Sect, Qingyangzi of Shu Mountain Sword Sect...

We forged a deep camaraderie on the battlefield.

"Whatever, just take me with you, I really like you." Dugu Jialuo said with a smile, stretched her arms up, yawned, and showed off her graceful figure.

She then turned around, waved her hand, and walked into the room, saying, "I'm going to take a nap. It's so noisy outside, all because I wanted to see a monk."

As he spoke, his voice disappeared into the room around the corner.

Qin Rushuang glanced out the window again, then looked away and closed the window.

Envious of Jialuo's relaxed demeanor, she felt she should learn from her.

…………

In Qingshan County, that afternoon, after lunch,
Qingshan Inn, the top floor room.

Several dishes of fine food were laid out on the table in the room, but they were only touched a few times before they went cold.

Tiger Cub's third senior brother, Chu Yu, and fifth senior sister, Qiong Le, clearly had no appetite. One sat at the table, his chin resting on the hilt of a knife, looking dazed and deep in thought, seemingly oblivious to everything.

The other one was looking out the open window, seemingly gazing at something.

The two sat there without saying a word until the fifth junior sister spoke.
"Junior Brother is here!"

Chu Yu immediately snapped out of her daze, "They've finally arrived."

He jumped up and asked his junior sister, "Where?"

Qiong Le pointed to the street outside the window.

Meanwhile, following the direction he was pointing, a little boy was rubbing his belly, looking very satisfied. The lunch he had at his uncle's house was so delicious.

If his mother hadn't urged him to go see his senior brothers and sisters, he would have wanted to stay a little longer.

Tiger Cub knew about Green Mountain Inn, but as soon as he arrived at the foot of the inn, someone grabbed his shoulder and before he could react, he found himself in a room.

"Junior Brother, you've finally arrived!" Fifth Senior Sister's voice carried a hint of resentment.

Huwa, jolted by the sudden movement, let out a long burp after eating.

"belch…………"

"Third Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Sister, I'm sorry, I ate too much!"

Chu Yu's face darkened, "You brat..."

I was so worried about what happened this morning that I couldn't eat or drink, I was restless and felt like I had a thorn in my side. But my junior brother was so heartless, he only came over after he had eaten a full meal.

But judging from the smell, it looks quite delicious. What did this kid eat for lunch?

Chu Yu quickly stopped her thoughts, which had been racing because of a burp, realizing it was due to her being out of sorts. She hurriedly asked her crucial question, looking intently at Huwa.

"Junior brother, tell me honestly?"

Who is your uncle?

Why did your mother call him "sir"?

Chu Yu was anxious and had to take this problem seriously. (End of Chapter)