Xuansheng looked at the abbot standing in front of the mountain gate and stopped for a long time.

Finally, he kowtowed in front of the mountain gate, "Master, I want to become a monk."

The gentle spiritual power lifted him up, and the abbot sighed and said, "Follow me."

In the Great Hall, Master Abbot personally held a knife and cut off the half-length black hair again, "From today, you will be a disciple of my Mingjue Temple. I will give you the Dharma name, Xuansheng."

"Xuansheng thanked Master Abbot."

Xuansheng's rituals are sermon.

Then the hall became quiet again, and the two of them were speechless for a long time.

"Although you returned to Mingjue Temple, you have not seen through the world and have too many distracting thoughts in your heart. How can you practice Buddha?"

The abbot sighed again.

Xuansheng gritted his teeth and kowtowed, "Please ask the abbot to save Xue Molian."

The abbot of Mingjue Temple should be the number one master of the world after Emperor Shenwu’s death. Xuansheng had no one to ask for, so he could only return to Mingjue Temple.

However, Master Abbot shook his head and said, "Everyone knows what happened in the imperial city. The person in the Xue family has probably planned this matter for a long time, and there is an existence beyond our imagination. In your eyes, the master is a master of the world, but in the eyes of gods and Buddhas, I am just an ant, and I can't do anything about this matter."

After hearing this, Xuansheng felt like he was struck by lightning. He stood there and thought to himself that this matter was really unsolvable. Xue Molian died like this?

He can't accept it!

"See the abbot's advice."

He kowtowed again, and the abbot had lived for a long time, so the other party must know what to do.

The abbot shook his head and said, "Crazy, recognize the reality. As a disciple of Buddhism, what you should worry about now is what will happen to the world after the demon shell is broken, what will happen to the people, and why do you still care about the love between children."

Xuansheng knelt on the ground dejectedly, as if his whole body's energy had been drained.

Seeing this, the abbot sighed and said, "That is probably an existence in the mythological age, which can be comparable to the Buddha. What's the use of asking me?"

Xuansheng was stunned for a moment, and after a few breaths, he understood what the abbot meant. He looked at him again and asked for advice: "There is really a Buddha in this world?"

"You have read so many scriptures in vain, and of course the Buddha exists."

The abbot turned sideways and looked at the statue of the Buddha in the Main Hall.

"Has the Buddha ever appeared?"

Xuansheng said in confusion.

"You're still young."

The abbot said lightly.

Xuansheng understood what the other party meant, but he had never seen it before, and the Buddha did exist.

"Go back to your original residence, practice meditation and forget that female donor is the best for you, your instinct...

Finally, Master Abbot stopped again, sighed, waved his hand, and signaled that Xuansheng would leave.

Xuansheng stood up and performed a Buddhist ritual. When he turned around, he had more hope in his eyes.

On the way, the monks from Mingjue Temple looked at Xuansheng curiously, wondering why the former senior brother came back after only half a year of returning to secular life, but looking at the expression on the other person's face, no one dared to come forward to talk.

Xuansheng returned to the courtyard. It was early spring and the cherry blossoms were blooming in great prosperity. Since he had not lived here for a long time, no one cleaned the yard. The cherry snow on the ground was very thick, and the bottom layer of cherry blossoms rotted and turned into nutrients again, and finally bloomed on the cherry trees again, like some kind of reincarnation.

He brushed away the dust from the stone bench and sat on the stool and watched the cherry blossoms falling in the courtyard. Just like when he was a child, he turned around in a trance. He seemed to hear a playful and brisk female voice calling him, but when he looked back, it was just the cherry snow all over the yard.

"well--"

He sighed a long time and took out a storage room. It was the last thing Xue Molian left for him.

"Female donor... We haven't competed for a long time. Every time I compete with you seriously, I will win. You said that the flowers bloom and see you. I will bet you win this time."

His divine thoughts were slightly swept, and he saw the seeds that Xue Molian said.

After taking it out, he was stunned again. These were the seeds of the other side of the flower that he and Xue Molian picked in the cold water stream near the entrance of the underworld.

He smiled bitterly on his face. Such flowers cannot bloom in this world.

However, he took out a broom and swept away the cherry snow in the courtyard one by one. He carefully put the seeds of the other side of the land.

Then he walked to the cherry tree.

"Buddha, Buddha, it is said that this cherry tree is buried with your past body. You should be able to hear what your disciple said, right?"

He silently spoke to the cherry trees, but the spring breeze blew, and the only response of the cherry trees was the colorful cherry blossoms.

Xuansheng knelt down piously, kowtowed to the cherry tree, or to the Buddha.

"Please ask the Buddha to save Xue Molian's return."

Nothing happened, either. He broke the precept of sex, killing, or greed, anger, or ignorance. He was an unqualified Buddhist disciple, so how could the Buddha respond to him?

He began to recite Buddhist scriptures, as if he could calm his mood, as if he could wash away the sins on his body, as if he could move the Buddha.

The cherry blossoms kept falling, falling on his head, falling on his body, falling on his heart...

I put on a cassock for the monk again, just asking me, Buddha, to save her.

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Ten years passed quickly, Xuan Sheng kowtowed and prayed day after day under the cherry tree, but his own cultivation was not reduced.

But he found that since he entered the Immortal Lord Realm, his cultivation level has become slower and slower. His and Xue Molian's path to improvement has been affected by external forces, otherwise he would not have reached this level at this age.

What kind of will I see outside the imperial city that day exists? Is the Immortal King? Or the legendary Immortal Emperor? Or something higher?

How many years will it take for him to reach that level?

A hundred years? A thousand years? A thousand years? A thousand years? A thousand years? Or an era? Ten years? A hundred years?

If Xue Molian had not lie to herself, her true spirit would still exist... No, she must have not lie to herself, sure!

But even if she still has her true spirit, how long can she wait?

Does he really have time to cultivate to that level? Did he really have the talent to cultivate to a level that the ancients in this world had never reached?

"Buddha, please show your spirit and save Xue Molian and return. The disciples will definitely focus on the Buddha in the future and break with the world with one sword!"

Xuansheng kowtowed again devoutly, and when he lowered his head and pressed against the ground, two lines of clear tears remained, but he hadn't seen him for ten years, but he really... missed her so much.

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Another hundred years have passed, Xuansheng felt that time passed slowly and tormented, as if in a place he didn't know, Xue Molian's true spirit was slowly dissipating. Has he missed it now, and has he never seen the other party again?

In the same year, the Luoyun Kingdom captured the entire territory of the Mushen Kingdom, and the people were displaced, hungry people in the world fled, plague broke out, and hell on earth.
Chapter completed!