Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 114 The Familiar Tower Keeper
"Tang Country."

Han Ye stood at the foot of the city wall and said silently.

"He copied my world, but in the way he wanted." The voice of the goddess rang in Han Ye's ears.

Behind the city wall is a white tower towering into the sky.

The wind chimes of Buddha statues hanging on the corners of the pagoda sway in the air, making clear and peaceful Buddha sounds.

Han Ye entered the city among the monks who folded their hands and recited Buddhist scriptures.

The street noise here is no more.

The white bricks and blue tiles on both sides are now building temples shrouded in clouds and smoke.

A piece of withered and yellow fallen leaves fell to the ground with the wind, and was soon engulfed by the sound of "rustling" cleaning into the full bamboo basket.

Han Ye wandered through the streets and alleys, and found that there were all kinds of monks and nuns in the city.

Some of them looked up at the sky, and they were in a daze for a whole day.

Some are resting under the trees to enjoy the shade, and it seems that they have never woken up.

Others lit joss sticks in temples, and the candles never went out no matter it was day or night.

"Go to Laobi Studio." The voice of the goddess suddenly sounded.

Han Ye stepped out, walked through the space, and came to the old... Seng's Pen Studio.

Calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall in the studio, and the breeze blows in from outside the door, making the paper rattle.

"He has been here," said the goddess.

"And just left."

The paper and ink on the wooden table were still wet, and a pot of vegetable and millet soup was still boiling on the stove in the back kitchen.

But there was a smell of chicken in the soup.

"The Buddha should know we're coming in." Han Ye extinguished the firewood casually.

"Go to Tiance Mansion."

Han Ye's figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was standing on top of Yanming... Peacock Lake.

There is a large temple beside the lake, built of green wood, it is a magnificent building second only to the White Pagoda Temple in the center of the city.

A wooden plaque hangs above the gate of the temple, and the three characters "Guilai Temple" are full of Zen.

The address here is the same as Han Ye's original Tiance Mansion.

Han Ye stepped forward with a strange expression and pushed the wooden door open. The landscape layout in the mansion he entered was exactly the same as the Tiance Mansion in Han Ye's memory.

The air was filled with the smell of burning incense, and the sound of wooden fish beating came from the depths of the inner courtyard.

"It disappeared again." The goddess reminded.

"Benefactor, are you looking for a place to stay?"

An old monk who looked somewhat similar to Li Fu was sitting at the door basking in the sun. Seeing Han Ye push the door in, he went forward to meet him.

"That's not the case, excuse me." Han Ye backed out of the threshold in two steps, closed the door by the way, and sealed it with a talisman.

"..." The old monk faced the wooden door and remained silent for a long time.

"The power of the Buddha is stronger than I imagined. I can only vaguely feel that Ning Que is moving."

"It's hidden now," said the goddess.

"I also have no way to locate the Buddha. The human power injected into his body is scattered everywhere by him. It seems that everyone is a Buddha." Han Ye shook his head helplessly.

'Jingle Bell'

The wind chimes on the Baita Temple kept ringing.

The originally light voices made Han Ye a little restless.

"What do you feel in my kingdom of God?" Han Ye asked with a frown.

"The three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance of the Buddha are contained in the ring tone. Although the human power in your body and the magic lotus born from the lotus can resist it, it may be affected by it after a long time."

"And the night and day here are very changeable, we've been in here for a long time, you don't realize it."

Han Ye was a little surprised when he heard the words. He looked around, and everything around him never changed in his perception.

It seems that the time has only passed the morning.

"You haven't comprehended the law of time yet, so you can't perceive its mystery."

"I told you earlier that the Buddha's ability in this world is much stronger than you imagined."

Han Ye's Daomen activated quietly, only to feel a lot of mixed breath from his body, and he went towards the sky.

Then he stepped out and came to Peacock Street.

Han Ye was going to kill this charming White Pagoda Buddhist Temple.

A young monk was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the deserted street, as if waiting for Han Ye's arrival.

"Is it soft enough to be hard?"

Seeing Han Ye staring at him with interest, the young monk did not speak, but quietly knocked on the wooden fish in front of him.

'Boom boom~'

Han Ye saw the man's face clearly. Although his hair had been shaved and nine ring scars had been scalded on his head, his appearance did not change much.

It's just that the vitality of the past is gone, and now it's as dull as a stone statue.

"Ye Su." Han Ye shouted.

"Poor monk Qingye, by the order of the Buddha, to accompany Baita Temple." The young monk replied in a low voice without looking up.

The breath in his whole body is simple and condensed, like a mountain lying quietly on the ground.

"Buddha helped you break the five realms?" Han Ye asked

"What are the five realms? I'm just looking for true faith." The young monk was still knocking on the wooden fish to himself.

"Ye Hongyu is looking for you all over the place outside."

"Ye Hongyu? Why are you looking for me?" When the young monk heard the word Ye Hongyu, his eyes seemed to be filled with turmoil, but soon fell silent again.

Han Ye pouted.

Facing the Baita Temple, he swiped his two fingers into a sword.

All over the sky gathered vitality over Tang Guocheng, and a fierce tic-tac-toe talisman was suddenly formed!

Aoba looked up at the sky, his eyes reflected the light of the word "well".

He didn't stop beating the wooden fish, he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

A piercing scream sounded, and the line of the rune cut through the white wall without any hindrance, passing through.

The tower suddenly fell apart.

Just as Han Ye was wondering why it was so easy to break the tower, Qingye on the street suddenly separated from his body and fell to the ground with all four limbs.

The shattered organs were soaked in the blood all over the street, bubbling from time to time.

Han Ye was startled, and immediately appeared in front of Qingye.

With a swipe of red light with one hand, countless light threads emerged from Aoba's severed limb organs, suturing Aoba back together.

And the Baita Temple behind him was restored to its original state as if time went back.

"Jingle bell~"

The wind chimes of the Buddha statue rang again.

Aoba's chest rose and fell, and he slowly opened his eyes.

After life and death, his eyes that were as plain as water seemed to wake up.

"Han...Han Ye, kill me." Ye Su struggled in pain and said, it seemed that the next moment he would turn back into that stone-like green leaf.

"I have lived with the pagoda, and I can't even leave it for hundreds of feet. I don't want to live like this, kill me!"

Han Ye didn't answer, but put his palm on Ye Su's head tentatively.

A gratified smile appeared on Ye Su's face, and the next moment his body suddenly disappeared.

"...It turned out to be a success."

Han Ye looked at the panel in the system space that read: Ye Su (the symbiosis of Baita Temple), and couldn't help laughing.

"Buddha probably didn't expect things to be resolved like this..."

The wind chime of the Buddha statue is still jingling, but the sound seems a little hoarse at the moment.

"North, wasteland." The voice of the goddess sounded.

Han Ye's figure disappeared at the sound, and a sword light shot out from where it disappeared.

'boom! '

The huge Baita Temple was divided into two and collapsed amidst the chaotic bells.

The pagoda was destroyed, and the Buddha's voice was no longer there.

The peaceful atmosphere in the city was broken, and countless monks seemed to have lost what suppressed them.

The broom in the hands of the sweeping monks turned into a Zen staff.

A monk sleeping under a pear tree bares his breasts.

A circle of light appears behind the monks in the light of oil lamps in the temple, and a green lamp in their hands exudes dazzling Buddha light.

Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have shown their true colors.

They all went to the street, with compassionate expressions, heading north.

(End of this chapter)