Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1162: Chapter 912: Han Country Zen Temple, Memories Like Smoke!

From a distance, on the boat in the middle of the lake, silhouettes could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

Jiang Dali took a deep breath, concentrating his mind, gathering Qi in the Dantian. The surrounding scenery became instantly clear, even the changes in air currents caused by the night wind brushing over the water, none could escape his multiplied enhanced senses.

He focused his energy on his eyes.

A stream of warm True Qi flowed through the Qingming, Cheng Qi, and Four Whites points into his eyes, making the view through the telescope clearer, as if bringing it closer before him.

Instantly, the scene on the boat became incredibly clear before his eyes.

He saw two bald monks clad in kasayas, along with three nuns from Cihang Jingzhai, appearing vividly as if standing right in front of Jiang Dali.

Among them, two nuns were veiled, only one nun was not, but Jiang Dali did not recognize her beautiful face. However, one of the veiled ones had bright eyes that Jiang Dali immediately identified as belonging to Master Feixuan.

As he observed the two monks and three nuns on the boat, he suddenly felt as though he was being watched by a pair of invisible ”eyes.”

Almost simultaneously, an old yet compassionate voice suddenly echoed in his spirit, ”Above the heavens, there is none like Buddha; throughout the ten directions of the world, there is nothing comparable. I see everything in the world, none are like Buddha. Master Jiang, are you still obstinate, unwilling to turn back from your lost path?”

The voice seemed to come from a distant, unreachable place, indistinct unless one focused on it; each word would then imprint deeply in the heart, clearly a very special miracle technique to persuade one to join the Buddhist path.

In Jiang Dali’s mind, there suddenly appeared an image of a dignified monk, with Buddha’s Light Shining Everywhere, compassionate, appearing to relieve suffering with great mercy.

It was as if the Buddha from Western Heaven had been reborn, suddenly appearing in his mind, with Buddha’s light shining everywhere, deeply moving his heart.

He snorted coldly, a flash of dignified and noble Dragon Energy on his face, immediately dispelling this invading Buddha Nature, his gaze locking onto a painting on the table on the boat.

In the painting was a monk, identical to the image in his mind—it was the Heavenly Monk.

Jiang Dali smiled faintly, put away the telescope, formed an Outer Lion Seal with his hand, and loudly said with the power of Dragon Roar and Tiger Roar skill, ”Thank you, Heavenly Monk, for your advice. However, I have never lost my way from the beginning, so where is the reason to turn back?

But a group of monks and nuns like you, in times of chaos, did not appear to save the people, and now, in times of national peace and prosperity, you come to assassinate me, a Song Country merit official? Isn’t it rather you who are obstinate, committing great sins!!?”

”Buzz Buzz Buzz—”

With this loud shout, not only did he gather his vigorous True Qi and Sound Wave Skill, but also incorporated the mighty Yin Yang Two Gods Power, causing the lake’s waves to surge and roll within the sound waves, stirring up a wave.

The sound was like morning bells and evening drums, enlightening, seemingly intending to disrupt the Buddhist heart and Zen meditation of the Heavenly Monk and others.

On the boat, people like Bu Chen suddenly felt the shout from the shore like a head strike, and except for Master Feixuan, everyone else showed a bit of confusion and shock on their faces.

”Hah!”

A Zen sound suddenly emitted from the painting on the table on the boat, transmitting with the ripple of Primordial Spirit Power, instantly dissolving Jiang Dali’s head strike like a warm breeze bringing spring back.

Bu Chen and others immediately awoke with a jolt, each putting their palms together and softly chanting Buddha’s name.

Bu Chen was shocked, ”Such a sin! Reckless anger will surely bring catastrophe! This Black Wind Village Chief has profound spiritual cultivation.”

The others were all serious and shocked, particularly Master Feixuan, whose eyes were filled with greater amazement. She had never expected that in just a few days, the power of this demon, the Black Wind Village Chief, had advanced to such an intimidating and fearful level.

”Amitabha Buddha!”

The Heavenly Monk’s aged voice also carried a trace of heaviness, echoing in everyone’s minds, ”No Life Love, No Fear of Death, No Buddha Seeking, No Fear of Demons, is called Freedom, can be found from the heart.”

Everyone felt as if injected with strength, any trace of worry or fear in their hearts was completely dispelled, filled with fearlessness.

Master Feixuan’s voice, as ethereal as heavenly music, sounded at this time, ”The power of the Black Wind Village Chief has advanced to this extent, today we must lure him to a battle at West Lake, otherwise, even with your Buddha’s Dharma Body here, Master Teacher Heavenly Monk, it would be difficult to subdue this demon, does anyone have a good strategy?”

Upon saying this, there was already a hint of offense towards the Heavenly Monk, and the tone and demeanor differed significantly from Master Feixuan’s typical speech.

However, at this time, no one paid much attention, assuming it was due to her deep-seated vendetta and the provocation of the Black Wind Village Chief taking advantage, making emotional control difficult and slightly losing composure.

Only the Heavenly Monk’s Primordial Spirit in the painting felt something was amiss, faintly detecting a vaguely familiar Qi Mechanism from Master Feixuan.

At the same time, Master Feixuan’s bright eyes happened to fall on the painting of the Heavenly Monk. That pair of eyes suddenly shot out a thread of Primordial Spirit Light, while her elegant face of aesthetic lines glowed with a captivating and strange brilliance. The emotions and deep meanings in her eyes were indescribable, resembling the familiar gaze of the past, instantly causing the Heavenly Monk’s Primordial Spirit to tremble violently.

”Di Ni...”

In a trance, past memories surged into the spirit like a tide.

Unnoticed by anyone, a ray of Primordial Spirit Light shot from the eyes of Master Feixuan, connecting with the Heavenly Monk Primordial Spirit in the monk’s portrait.

A picture began to form within the Heavenly Monk Primordial Spirit.

It was life in a Zen temple in the Song Country hundreds of years ago.

At the time, it was evening meal time, and melodious chimes echoed within the temple.

From the small town at the foot of the mountain, smoke rose from every home, peaceful and serene, while a clear mountain stream flowed down, passing through the town’s center, flowing eastward, never to return.

Hundreds of ancient homesteads were scattered gracefully among the lush Green Forest by the stream.

Green hills and ancient temples, a quiet little town, with the melodious chimes evoking a sense of an earthly paradise.

At that time, her white linen monk robe fluttered among the peaks, her hair gently swaying, freely and artistically, her long, beautiful jade-like legs making her stand on the cliff’s edge appear taller than the old pine trees, like a crane among chickens, outshining everyone in the Zen temple.

Back then, the Heavenly Monk was not called the Heavenly Monk; he was just a little monk.

But in front of this nun he regarded as his junior sister, he wasn’t exactly awkward, but at least full of respect, always standing silently behind her during evening meals, watching the small town below the mountain, occasionally looking at her figure.

At that time, her spacious nun’s robe was blown tightly against her body by the wind, revealing a full, beautiful silhouette, making her appear like a graceful lotus, captivating all who saw her.

What was even more mesmerizing was her incomparably delicate and lovely face, exuding youthful beauty with a touch of calm and ethereal grace, her fragility and softness revealing a remarkably strong character. Her face, without makeup, showed a hint of a healthy natural blush, appearing more graceful than any rich cosmetics could achieve.

The little monk felt that in the world, there were probably very few nuns gentler and more beautiful than his junior sister.

This admiration came from the heart, but such feelings couldn’t be described as naive love, rather it was an indescribable respect and appreciation.

At this moment in the painting, the nun suddenly turned her head and said in a voice void of any impurity, ”After so many years, the Zen temple has disappeared into the long river of Han Country’s history, and probably no one in the Martial World remembers it. Things have changed, but you, senior brother, remember so clearly.”

The little monk trembled all over, his once youthful face turning as aged as the old monk in the painting, clasping his hands in a low chant of the Buddha’s name, calmly saying, ”The world and time change, not something man can halt, but as long as one’s heart remains unchanged, the world too will remain unchanged in the heart. Has your heart changed, junior sister?”

Di Ni turned to gaze at the distant town with its billowing smoke, her eyes reflecting intoxicated admiration.

But a moment later, the softness in her jade-like face returned to an undisturbed calm, her serene and beautiful eyes gazed at the Heavenly Monk, casually saying, ”Hundreds of years have passed, familiar people have passed away, familiar things have gone. Living in the memories of the past, we’re just futile, troubled people. What’s there to linger over? What’s there to hold on to?”

As her words faded, the surrounding peaceful and harmonious Zen temple scenery became weathered like being washed by wind and rain through the ages, rapidly disintegrating into a storm of dust, vanishing into darkness and emptiness.

The Heavenly Monk did not stop it, only weeping silently.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions churning in his chest, aware that Di Ni’s current state was likely nearing her end, her intelligence usurped by obsession, turning from Buddha to Demon. All he could do was quietly declare the Buddha’s name, clasp his hands, and pay respect.

”Junior sister, since you are willing to meet your senior brother one last time at this moment, could it be your obsession lies with the Black Wind Village Chief?”

”No.”

Di Ni gently shook her head, a slight look of sorrow crossing her eyes, and softly said, ”Senior brother, after all these years, you still don’t understand my feelings. I brought you here to West Lake, could it be you think, until now, that I’m here for that Black Wind Village Chief, a stranger with whom I shared only a fleeting encounter? How can I bear such an obsession with him!”

A chill suddenly arose in the heart of the Heavenly Monk, suddenly realizing Di Ni’s true intention, and in the meantime, an inexplicable rage and deep sorrow surged within.

”You...”

Boom!——!

All darkness instantly dissolved into shattering oblivion.

At the moment the Heavenly Monk’s emotions fluctuated violently, his heart’s vulnerabilities expanded infinitely, and within the Spiritual Space of Primordial Spirit exchange, this was indeed the most lethal weakness...

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(Asking for monthly tickets! Had quite a bit of drink yesterday, and stayed up all night writing, even moved myself. Asking for monthly tickets!)