Hua Yu and Tantai Xiaoyu stared blankly at the place where Watson disappeared.
It wasn't until a long time passed that Tantai Xiaoyu sighed softly and said, "Junior sister, I have fallen in love with your brother."
Hua Yu also sighed softly: "I didn't expect that my brother would actually be under the abyss, fighting those legendary demons. No wonder he is not afraid of the academy's genius."
Tantai Xiaoyu nodded: "If it were me, fighting zombies all day long, what storms in this world would be worth bowing to? He is the hero in my heart, and I like him."
Hua Yu took her hand and laughed: "Is it possible that I really want to call you sister-in-law?"
Tantai Xiaoyu chuckled: "Originally, I was still a little uneasy, but now I decided to leave with my junior sister, no matter where he goes."
"Then you have to be nicer to me. Maybe you will have to rely on my brother to achieve breakthroughs in practice in the future." Hua Yu smiled with satisfaction.
From the day she became sensible, she has been worried about her brother's illness, fearing that he would never be able to practice Buddhism.
I didn’t expect how long it’s been since then?
She had only left Yunqi Temple for a year, but her brother had already reached a height that she needed to look up to.
This is a very important event for her and her parents.
Tantai Xiaoyu sighed and said quietly: "In this case, we, the master, and my parents are afraid that we will not come to say goodbye."
Hua Yu nodded and said softly: "You can write a letter, or you can entrust this matter to my brother's master."
Tantai Xiaoyu stared blankly at the white tower in front of her and said softly: "I didn't expect that there is a terrifying abyss suppressing it below. Just thinking about it makes me unable to sleep."
Hua Yu stood up, patted Luo Qun, took her hand and walked out of the pavilion.
While saying: "Senior sister, let's go down the mountain. Brother said he doesn't know when he will come back. Maybe Xue'er and her mother-in-law have already come to Yunqi Temple."
Tantai Xiaoyu sighed and said leisurely: "Xu Shuo, that little girl Xue'er, will she clamor to come with us?"
Hua Yu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said: "Unless...that's impossible, wouldn't that be a mess? My brother is not a god."
Tantai Xiaoyu chuckled: "Don't worry, there will be a day when you become a god."
Hua Yu burst out laughing when she heard this, and after a while she managed to say: "Then you are the goddess."
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On the stone flat in the valley below the abyss, a pot of hot tea has just been brewed.
The little monk blew a breath gently, looked at Watson in front of him and said with a smile: "You are very good, you did not disappoint me."
Hua Yu shook her head and quietly placed the stone she got from the old man in the secret realm on the table. What appeared in front of her eyes were the countless conversations she had with the old man day and night.
The old man showed him six weapons, and he told the old man a story about ten cents.
Finally, the old man took out the seventh weapon, he took out the Demon-Conquering Sword!
Thinking of this, Watson sighed softly and said: "Senior, this is the seventh weapon of the old man in the Kunlun Secret Realm. There were six treasures in front of it, but I destroyed them all in the end."
The young monk frowned when he heard this, and then said quietly: "If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. By the way, there are not many people and weapons that have disappeared in the long river of time?"
In the eyes of the young monk, there was only this pitted stone on the table, glittering with countless stars.
Watson sighed again and said: "The old man in the secret realm wanted to seize his body, but was finally sent into reincarnation by another senior of mine. From then on, there is no more secret realm in Kunlun."
The young monk was startled when he heard this and said nothing for a long time.
Everything was quiet. After the young monk waved his hand outside the secret realm and disabled the law enforcement elder, a spiritual thought disappeared into the world. He did not know everything that happened in the secret realm.
Now Watson told him that the old man from thousands of years ago had entered reincarnation and the secret realm of Kunlun had disappeared. This was an incredible thing for him.
The young monk opened his big eyes and murmured to himself: "If you want to say disappear, you should also disappear into the abyss in front of you? Why is Kunlun so anxious?"
Watson was stunned, looking at the bewildered expression on the young monk's face. He really couldn't say a word, because he also fell into confusion at the last moment of the secret realm, and what came out was the old monk from the other world.
And he couldn't explain this matter to the young monk.
After thinking for a long time, Watson frowned and said, "It must be that the demon under the abyss of Yunqi Temple has not disappeared yet, right?"
He also couldn't understand. Logically speaking, the old monk could take away the demon under the abyss with a wave of his hand?
It's just that Watson forgot one thing. The old monk came here also with a spiritual thought.
As he said, regardless of good or bad cause and effect, it is Watson's own choice, and he will not interfere with the trajectory of his life.
If the old monk hadn't had evil intentions, I'm afraid the old monk wouldn't have appeared at the last moment.
The little monk sighed quietly, looked at Watson and said, "After you have finished this matter, will you continue to fight against the demons under the abyss, or do you have other things to complete?"
Thinking about the conversation with the old monk, Watson scratched his head sheepishly, smiled, and replied: "This junior is leaving this world."
"You want to leave? What about the demons here?"
The young monk said displeasedly: "Is it possible that you want to throw this burden to those guys at Yunqi Temple?"
There was a helpless look on Watson's face: "Because I have more responsibilities in the other world. The abyss here can last for thousands of years. I can wait a little longer."
After saying this, Watson breathed a sigh of relief. He finally made proper arrangements for everything in Yunqi Temple.
The little monk was stunned by him.
He picked up the cup and took a sip of the spiritual tea, frowned and asked, "Do you still have responsibilities in the other world? Is it possible that you come from one day in the future?"
Watson shook his head and sighed: "Senior, what is the difference between the past, present and future?"
Xiao Shang took a sip of spiritual tea, looked at him and said calmly: "Whether it is the past or the future, if I don't exist, it means nothing to me."
When the young monk said these words, he frowned slightly, with a kind of disdainful indifference, which sounded like being struck by lightning in Watson's ears.
Because the old monk and godfather never told him these principles.
If God had not given birth to me yesterday, what would the stars in the eternal night have to do with me?
who I am? Where do I come from? Where to go?
Watson, who was confused, thought that next time he would seriously seek advice from the old monk for three days and three nights, or after the war in southern Xinjiang, he would go to Tianshan and live with his godfather for a few years.
In the words of the young monk, if he takes his sister and leaves this world, then everything that happens in the next fifty or even one hundred years will not have much meaning to him.
Thinking of this, the smile on his face instantly faded, he looked at the young monk and asked, "What do you want to say, senior?"
"Tell me about this stone."
The young monk looked at him and said seriously: "This meteorite is a long-standing legend in this world. So it is said that it comes from the past, is there no problem?"
After Watson was stunned for a while, he nodded slightly and replied: "Yes, if you go by what the senior said, it did come from a certain moment in the past!"
The little monk continued: "The present moment is me, and you are from the future."
Watson looked at him, frowned and said, "So what if we have the past, present, and future? What can we prove? Or what can we do?"
The young monk smiled, pointed in the direction of the abyss and said: "We use the power of the past, present and future to seal this formation. Even a thousand years of wind and rain cannot shake it!"
"Yunqi Temple has suffered from this abyss and has consumed its spiritual energy for thousands of years."
The young monk said quietly: "From the moment the formation is restored, the aura of this world will revive again, and Yunqi Temple will no longer have to worry about elixirs."
Watson thought for a while, looked at the little monk and asked, "Can this small stone provide the power of a thousand years for the formation?"
Little Lao Shang held the meteorite in his hand and said quietly: "This is the power of stars from the nine heavens. If he were a mountain, he would be able to crush the mountains and rivers here."
"If it were forged into a divine sword, it would be able to destroy mountains, and it would not be impossible for the sword to cut through stars. What's more, it would only be used to suppress the demons and monsters on this side."
When he said this, the young monk was silent for a long time, and the expression on his face changed again and again, and finally he made a decision.
Looking at Watson, he said: "I have to leave this world sooner or later, so I might as well hit the sun."
When he finished saying this, a faint golden light suddenly filled the valley, and a ray of autumn sunshine fell from the sky, shining on the monk's body like a god on a Buddhist altar.
Watson was stunned and speechless.
According to what the young monk said before, the day when the formation is restored will be the time when the young monk leaves this world.
Turning around, Watson looked at him and asked quietly: "Senior, do you have any unfulfilled wishes that I need to fulfill? Or are you being compassionate after reincarnation and wishing to come again?"
The little monk smiled strangely, looked at him and said, "You just need to remember to come back and destroy this abyss. Remember that this is also your promise and responsibility."
"As for me, I haven't been to the world of the heavens, the sea and the stars. I would never think of coming to this world again. Everything here will be left to the descendants of Yunqi Temple."
After saying this, the young monk looked at him and smiled slightly: "Don't think about leaving and never coming back. This is one of your karma. Buddha says that karma never fails. You understand this truth."
"Senior, don't worry, I will come back again."
Watson smiled faintly: "Give me another fifty to a hundred years, and when I come back, I will be able to completely eliminate the demons under the abyss in less than a year."
The young monk was stunned when he heard this, looked at Watson and said in a daze: "This is a wish that I have not been able to fulfill after thousands of years. If you can fulfill it... maybe you can become a Buddha immediately..."
Watson drank the spiritual tea in the cup in one gulp, looked at him and laughed: "Senior, let's go repair the formation."
The young monk laughed loudly and said: "That's right. I have been depressed for thousands of years, and it's time to get rid of it."
A gust of mountain wind blew by, picking up thousands of fallen leaves and following them down into the abyss.
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A gust of mountain wind blew through, picking up a few fallen leaves in the yard and flying to the eaves, disturbing Tantai Xiaoyu Rufeng's mind.
Hua Yu glared at her, frowned, stood up and went to greet the door.
In the autumn wind, an old man and a young child slowly strolled through Yunqi Temple. There was a monk leading the way in front of them.
The little girl looked at the inconspicuous courtyard in front of her, turned to her mother-in-law and said, "Mother-in-law, it seems that Brother Watson has not become a monk?"
The monk Zhike who was walking in front laughed when he heard this, turned around and looked at Xiaoxue and said, "Junior Brother Watson is just a disciple of the abbot, and has not been ordained as a monk in Yunqi Temple."
The mother-in-law touched Xiaoxue's face and asked Zhike Monk, "Is it possible that he has to chop wood and carry water on weekdays?"
The monk Zhike laughed when he heard this, clasped his hands and said, "The monks in the temple will go to the back mountain to chop firewood whenever they have time. The abbot said that cutting firewood is also a form of spiritual practice."
At this moment, the wooden door of the small courtyard opened with a creak. Hua Yu looked at Xiaoxue who stretched out her hand to knock on the door and smiled.
He smiled softly: "Why do you think Sister Xiaoxue wants to come to Yunqi Temple?"
