Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

That night.

After the rain, there was a strong wind on the Qihui Mountain. The top of the mountain was rocky and precipitous. There was no vegetation around, and there were rocky beaches formed by gravel next to the rocks. From a distance, it looked like a vast expanse of white.

At this moment, a man in a pitch-black gown stood on top of a huge rock, his sleeves fluttering, staring at another mountain beyond several gullies. Looking closely, he had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, his brows were tightly knitted, and there was a trace of sadness between his brows! It seemed like he was hesitant, nostalgic, and sad!

After a long time, "Hey!" the man sighed and turned to leave.

"It's been hundreds of years, and the donor still can't let go of what he has in his heart!" A voice was heard from afar, and then an old monk with white hair and beard appeared on a stone that looked like a tiger lying on its side, opposite the boulder where the man was.

"Wuwang, have you forgotten?" The man in black said to the old monk who suddenly appeared. This man turned out to be Master Wuwang of Fuchen Temple.

"Although I have some thoughts in my mind, I am not obsessed with them. Brother, I believe you are here for the Holy Maiden of the Qingwei Xuannv Sect, right?" Zen Master Wuwang said to the man in black.

The man in black was stunned when he heard this. He had not been in the world of cultivation for hundreds of years. He did not expect that Wuwang knew why he was here when they met for the first time!

"It has nothing to do with you! Both you and I were victims back then. Do you really have no desire for revenge in your heart?" The man in black asked, staring at Master Wuwang.

"The past has become time. Even if we feel regret, we cannot change it! A new era has already arrived. How can Taoist brother change future events based on past causes?" Zen Master Wuwang whispered.

"You have been practicing Buddhism for hundreds of years and have relieved the pain in your heart, but I can't forget the hatred in my heart! I didn't cause trouble for your Fuchen Temple because I still have a grudge in my heart! I don't want you and me to go to war again. We are both victims and don't want to add new scars!" the man in black said harshly.

"Since you have planned to let it go, why do you still have a thought in your mind? Since you have chosen to let it go, you should forget everything about it!" Wuwang seemed to be persuading him, but in fact he wanted to stop him.

"Why? Why has the Qingwei Xuannu Sect been able to stand firm for five hundred years and keep its flames burning? It is the cause of the sin, but the consequences of the evil are borne by you and me!"

The words of Zen Master Wuwang seemed to evoke the pain in the heart of the man in black, and the man in black became a little excited!

"I am here to kill the Saint of the Qingwei Xuannv Sect to avenge the extermination of my clan five hundred years ago! Of course, I am also avenging your extermination!"

"Amitabha, Brother Taoist, please think twice. Who can tell what was right and wrong five hundred years ago? Don't act rashly and vent your anger on the younger generation. You and I still have the inheritance, and you must not cut off the incense because of the obsession in your heart!" Zen Master Wuwang advised.

"So what if the incense is cut off? You'll be living like this for five hundred years! But the hatred will never go away!" The man in black said in a roar.

The man in black calmed down for a long time and asked, "Wuwang, are you here to stop me today?"

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. Let the younger generation walk their own path. I am willing to end the cause and effect of the past with my own body!"

"Well, let me give it a try. It's been five hundred years. Is the Prajna Heart Sutra of Fuchen Temple still as popular as it was back then?" After saying that, the man in black began to practice his skills. The shocking demonic light seemed to be even stronger than the strong wind on the top of Qihui Mountain!

Zen Master Wuwang then mobilized his whole body to absorb his internal energy, covering his entire body in a Vajra Buddha statue, and stood up to attack the opponent.

I don’t know how long this battle lasted.

The top of Qihui Mountain returned to silence, with no wind and no sound. Two people were seen standing facing each other on the gravel beach on the top of the mountain. Countless gravel beaches had now turned into quicksand, flowing down the mountain.

“Wuwang, you can stop them for a while, but not forever. I will not give up my cultivation of the Mysterious Heavenly Devil Dao. How much do you know about what happened back then? Do you think they can let you go? Hahahaha…”

"Cutting the roots of the trouble is not something that only evil people would do. Wake up, you can practice Buddhism, but don't cultivate a state where you can't distinguish between right and wrong, or good and evil!" After the man in black said this, he disappeared.

After a long time, Zen Master Wuwang vomited blood, sighed "Ah", and flew towards Fuchen Temple at the foot of the mountain!

A sigh comes and a sigh goes, the sound is the same but the people are different. Who could have known that there would be a shocking battle on the top of Qihui Mountain after the rain?

In Fuchen Temple, the moon is at its highest point in the sky and the air is unusually cool after the rainstorm.

Huang Xiyi arrived at the main hall of Fuchen Temple at midnight, ready to burn incense and kneel down to worship. When she walked into the main hall, she saw Zen Master Wuwang kneeling in front of the Buddha.

Huang Xiyi was startled and puzzled: "Why would a high monk kneel down and worship Buddha in the middle of the night?"

She didn't dare say a word. After burning incense, she quietly knelt on the cushion next to Master Wuwang and bowed three times. When she stood up, she secretly glanced at Master Wuwang next to her, which scared her.

Zen Master Wuwang's face was pale, his brows were slightly wrinkled, there seemed to be blood at the corners of his mouth, and there was a large blood stain on his clothes on his chest. He knelt in front of the Buddha without moving.

After Huang Xiyi walked out of the main hall, he patted his chest and returned to the guest room.

Huang Xiyi returned to the guest room and sat on the bed to meditate, preparing to go to the main hall at midnight. However, she was still thinking about the image of Zen Master Wuwang kneeling in worship, when she heard voices from the next room.

There are four rooms in the side houses on both sides of Fuchen Temple. On one side is the large residence of Zen Master Wuwang and a very small kitchen. On the other side are two rooms of the same size. One is the residence of the young monk Mingzhi, and the other is a reserved guest room. Fuchen Temple is located in the deep mountains and is sparsely populated, so the guest rooms are basically empty.

I didn't expect that two people would stay overnight tonight. I knew that I could only arrange Shen Yichen in my room. The person living next door was Huang Xiyi, the saint of Qingwei Xuannv Sect.

At this moment, both Shen Yichen and the other man were lying on the bed in their monk robes, neither of them was asleep.

Shen Yichen had just woken up at noon so he was not sleepy. In fact, he wanted to ask Mingzhi about the situation in Lingxu Mountain. Mingzhi, on the other hand, had just finished his work in the kitchen and walked into his residence. He was still complaining in his heart: "Let me, a monk, boil water for a red-faced skeleton to bathe. Buddha, are you testing your disciple?"

There are only two people, master and disciple, in Fuchen Temple. Only the little monk Mingzhi can serve Huang Xiyi for bathing before kneeling down. I have to boil water and pour the water. After Huang Xiyi finishes washing and getting dressed, I have to splash water on her!

After Huang Xiyi came back from kneeling, Mingzhi finished his work and walked into the room.

"Master is a true saint!" Shen Yichen gave a thumbs up to Mingzhi who had just walked into the room.

Mingzhi lay down with a bewildered look on his face, and only heard Shen Yichen continue to say:

"The master helped a woman bathe without blushing or getting nervous. He is truly a saint!"

"Donor, you are lying. I am just boiling water, pouring water, and splashing water. That's all!" He said this knowingly, but he said to himself in his heart: "I am really tired today!"

"Master, what does this girl look like? Are you attracted to her?" Shen Yichen didn't see the girl's true face twice, feeling a little regretful. He asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Master taught me that women are all rosy skeletons, without the appearance of others, without the appearance of self, and without the appearance of others!" Mingzhi answered. But he asked himself in his heart: "Are all skeletons in the world so beautiful?"

If Shen Yichen knew Mingzhi's thoughts, he would definitely scold: "What a pretentious guy! He's so arrogant!"

"Master, I want to go to Lingxu Mountain. I heard that Lingxu Mountain is the place where saints practice and there are precious treasures. Master lives deep in the mountains, can you give me some advice?" Shen Yichen asked directly.

"My name is Mingzhi. Didn't I tell you that? You must not call me Master left and right! Just call me by my name!" Mingzhi did not answer about the Lingxu Mountain matter!

"In that case, you and I are of similar age, so I'll call you Brother Mingzhi!" Shen Yichen felt that Mingzhi had something to hide!

Then he asked again: "Brother Mingzhi, do you know Lingxu Mountain?"

Mingzhi sat up, thought for a moment, and said, "Fuchen Temple is in Lingxu Mountain!"

Shen Yichen immediately sat up upon hearing this and asked in surprise:

"What did you say?"