"Aren't you going to look for Niankong in the Prajna Temple?"
Walking in the market, Yun Shang pulled up her face scarf to block the wind and sand, lowered her hat to avoid passers-by, and asked Jiang Yuebai.
The market town was bustling with flags flying and people flowing in. The roads were lined with earthen houses and various stalls, making it extremely lively.
Jiang Yuebai also wore a hat and a mask. Her cultivation was suppressed to the late stage of foundation building together with Yun Shang. Along the way, she heard a lot about Prajna Temple.
Generally speaking, the current abbot of Prajna Temple, the monk Niankong who has just achieved Dan, has a very good reputation. He has accepted many orphans from Liusha Region into the temple, and this move is highly respected.
But secretly, many people are saying that Nian Kong is kind-hearted but cruel, good at scheming, and secretly instigating the Buddhist sect in the Liusha region to continue to oppose the Wu sect, and many small sects have been destroyed.
All those who were killed were the culprits who had participated in the massacre of the Prajna Temple.
Jiang Yuebai sighed and said, "No, I'm not going. I came to Liusha Territory just to confirm with my own eyes that Prajna Temple has really been rebuilt and everything is fine. In this way, what I promised Ruosheng that year will be completed. The situation here is too complicated. I have Tianyan Sect behind me now, and I don't want to get involved in unnecessary trouble."
Yun Shang held Jiang Yuebai's arm and stayed away from the street vendors who were soliciting customers. "But Nian Kong misses you very much. He visited Tian Yan Sect twice to look for you during the years you were away. Don't believe the rumors too much. Nian Kong is not that kind of person."
Jiang Yuebai frowned slightly, his eyes passed through the main street of the market town and fell on the ancient Buddhist temple in the distance.
She subconsciously pressed her Dantian. Although the five spiritual objects in her body had all merged and were swallowed up by the subsequent chaotic energy, she could still inexplicably feel some breath belonging to Ruosheng coming from the Prajna Temple.
Jiang Yuebai's intuition told him that it would be better not to meet, otherwise it would be difficult to break the cause and effect.
Perhaps it was cruel and unfair to Niankong, but human nature has a selfish side. When Niankong chose to inherit the heritage of Prajna Temple and Ruosheng's will, she had already made it very clear.
All she could do now was to leave a farewell letter for Niankong.
"Let's find a tavern to rest for a while, and then we'll go directly to Tieyu Country to find Shen Huaixi. On the way, you will drive Poyun Chong, and I need to go into seclusion for a while."
Jiang Yuebai pulled Yun Shang away from the market town. Before that, she was struck by the Thunder Spirit with all its strength at the bottom of the lake. Not only was her entire body shattered, but even the strongest spine in her body was cracked.
But this time the gains far outweigh the losses.
The desert sand is like the sea and the sun is like fire.
In the Prajna Temple, a young monk with a handsome face sat cross-legged under a Bodhi tree, twirling Buddhist beads and chanting with his eyes closed. He was dressed in a clean white monk's robe, not stained by a speck of dust.
Against the backdrop of the red prayer cloths covering the tree, the whole person is shrouded in holy light, pure and flawless.
"Master, someone gave this to you, saying it was from an old friend of yours."
The little monk ran to the Bodhi tree holding a wooden box. Niankong's curly eyelashes trembled slightly. The chanting stopped, the fingers stopped twisting, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were like a clear spring, bottomless and yet very clear.
Niankong took the box handed to him by the little monk, opened it, and found some jade slips and a letter inside.
He put down his rosary and opened the letter. After reading those few sentences, he chanted the Buddha's name, feeling endless regret and helplessness.
"Amitabha, Sister Yuebai really doesn't want to see me again."
The letter is a farewell letter. From now on, we are strangers and wish each other well.
Rustle~
The wind blew the leaves, and the red prayer cloth strips on the Bodhi tree fell and flew up, coiling into a human shape behind Niankong. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a monk wearing a red cassock and with a charming face.
"Xiao Niankong, didn't you expect this to happen? What is there to sigh about?"
Nian Kong lowered his eyes, "It's just a little sad. Ruosheng, don't you want to see her again?"
Ruosheng sat next to Niankong and leaned over to look through the jade slip in the box.
"I don't know her well to begin with, and if she knew I had held back, she would kill me without hesitation. Now, it's enough to let her think that she has received my favor and repaid my debt."
When Ruosheng was at the critical moment of life and death, he told Jiang Yuebai that he would destroy his own spiritual consciousness and let Jiang Yuebai devour it, as long as Jiang Yuebai promised to help him rebuild the Prajna Temple.
But in fact, he still had a trace of spiritual consciousness left. In the original version of the "Prajna Sutra" he gave to Jiang Yuebai, as long as she read the entire scripture, she could awaken this trace of spiritual consciousness.
That's why if he had advised Jiang Yuebai to be less kind at that time, he might not have received good rewards.
He originally planned that if his revenge failed, he would let Jiang Yuebai devour him, and then wait for Jiang Yuebai to read the "Prajna Sutra" and then let that wisp of spiritual consciousness parasitize on her, using the power in her body that originally belonged to him, slowly influence her, and finally guide her to help him take revenge.
However, Jiang Yuebai was interested in all the books. She just casually flipped through the "Prajna Sutra" and threw it aside, concentrating on practicing another book "Nine Transformations of Golden Body" given to her by Ruosheng.
If Ruosheng had never been a serious monk, how could he be kind to someone he met by chance
Jiang Yuebai is very smart. If she is still willing to associate with Niankong now, Ruosheng will still use her reputation as the Master Wangshu of the Tianyan Sect to complete his revenge plan.
For the sake of revenge, one can disregard anything, including one's own life.
Ruosheng casually threw the jade slip back into the box, his eyes slightly raised, "Little Niankong, you and I have been in Wuchen Bald Donkey for these years..."
"That's my master." Niankong interrupted Ruosheng calmly.
Ruosheng raised his hand, "Well, it's been very difficult to survive under your kind and compassionate master. Fortunately, the heavens have opened their eyes and let your master be haunted by inner demons and his cultivation level continue to decline, so he needs to be in the life and death gate. Otherwise, we would not have returned to the Prajna Temple so quickly, and he would have locked you up until you become a Buddha."
Niankong lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Ruosheng smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I know you want to pay off your master's debt and help me become a Buddha, but I am obsessed with it. If I can't get revenge, I swear I won't become a Buddha, and your master's inner demon tribulation will never be overcome. This is karma, and it's the price he paid for not saving me and preventing me from taking revenge."
Niankong closed his eyes and began to twirl the Buddhist beads and recite the scriptures silently.
Ruosheng lay beside Niankong with his arms as a pillow, looking up at the sky through the Bodhi tree.
At sunset, the rosy glow spread over the Prajna Temple. A monk in white was chanting under a tree, and a demon monk in red was listening to the wind with his eyes closed.
"You are willing to help me commit evil for your master, and I am also willing to abandon Buddhism and join the devil for my master. Nian Kong, we are the same people..."
(End of this chapter)