Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 128

Wuxin stood up as if no one was there, and patted the dust off the monk's robe.

He looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were on him.

The sky over Hanshui Temple is still early morning.

The cold dew still hangs on the ginkgo tree branches of the temple like bead curtains.

"I stayed with the old monk for a day in the romantic field of mountain flowers, but it seems that only a short time has passed here. Is it really an illusion?"

"But the old monk can't heal my injury in an instant."

Seeing Wuxin's leisurely and contented look, Jinxian's face became serious.

"In just a short while, the injury that hurt the internal organs has healed..."

"It's not good news for Beili that a person whose strength is similar to that of a sword fairy has a good relationship with the future suzerain of Tianwaitian."

Suddenly, there was a burst of frequent footsteps outside Hanshui Temple.

Wang Rensun of Dafanyin Temple came out from the small gate with a group of young monks.

Wang Rensun, who rushed in with a knife, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief seeing that Wuxin was safe and sound in the crowd's siege.

Then he walked to the ginkgo tree with flying golden leaves, sat down alone, put the long knife in front of him, and quietly recited Buddhist scriptures.

"Little Lord···"

"Follow me back to Heaven and Outer Heaven."

The white-haired fairy lying in Sikong Changfeng's arms murmured, drawing everyone's attention back to the field.

Wuxin didn't answer, but looked at Zen Master Dajue who was carried out by a group of arhats.

"He's not dead yet, he's just caught in his own demons. If he can overcome his own demons, he will be freed from the brink of life and death."

"If not, the person who destroys the demon will be destroyed by the demon one day."

Wuxin nodded after listening to Han Ye's words, and looked at the people around her.

"My little monk has figured it out. Life is short, and I don't need to be bound by the opinions of you unimportant people."

"I will not let go of this body of magic skills, nor will I go back to the sky, and I will not become any of you again Prisoner!"

"My little monk just wants to stay in this Hanshui Temple right now."

"If anyone refuses to accept it, then come to fight!"

Wu Xin waved the white sleeves of the monk's robe, and a cloud of smoke and dust wrapped in ginkgo leaves spread from the whole body. The powerful momentum made everyone in the field change color.

"Xiaoyaotianjing!" Jinxian's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared closely at Han Ye beside Wuxin, trying to see through him.

Sikong Changfeng also frowned.

"This is troublesome, this unintentional talent is probably even worse than Ye Dingzhi back then, Tianwaitian will get help from this extremely mysterious Han Ye..."

"Wuxin is not Ye Dingzhi. If the Demon Cult makes a comeback, the whole of Beili will be devastated!"

Jinxian took a step forward and looked at Han Ye and Wuxin.

"Wuxin, you can think about it. If you don't return to Tianwaitian, you may encounter endless troubles in this Beili territory."

"This brother surnamed Han, I also advise you, no matter what your purpose is, Beili will not let Tianwaitian have a sword fairy."

"That's all for now, I hope you two can do it for yourself."

Jinxian turned around and left with a group of soldiers.

"Hey, don't look at me, I'm a little bit unable to make a decision on this matter." Sikong Changfeng put down the awakened white-haired fairy.

"Brother Han, there must be no match for you among the younger generation in the world today. You have stepped into the realm of the sword fairy at such a young age. The future is limitless. Xueyue City welcomes you!"

Sikong Changfeng saluted with his gun, and walked out of the temple with Sikong Qianluo and Tang Lian.

As a result, only the weak white-haired fairy and the people of Dafanyin Temple were left in the field.

"Ah... I didn't expect the matter to be resolved so quickly, but there will be more troubles in the follow-up."

Wuxin looked at Han Ye, but found that Han Ye was also looking at him, so he pursed his lips and smiled.

"I understand, we haven't had breakfast yet."

Wuxin turned and left, and did not stop when passing by Wang Rensun.

On the cold knife, a ginkgo leaf fell, covering its edge.

Wang Rensun said nothing, but his whole body went limp as if he had been discouraged.

As soon as Han Ye stepped forward, the trembling white-haired fairy took a step back.

"It's the little monk's subordinate, but he's too weak... Is there anyone stronger than you in Tianwaitian?"

The white-haired fairy shook his head decisively.

"Pig teammate... I won't go back if you want me."

The sun and moon cycle over Hanshui Temple.

In the blink of an eye, seven days have passed.

Seven days ago, Han Ye gave a comment on the pot of boiled mushrooms that Wuxin seriously made.

"Good job, don't do it in the future."

The temple bells were ringing.

Three hundred novice monks recited the Sutras of Resurrection and Rebirth endlessly.

Today is the last day of practicing for Master Wangyou.

Han Ye stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the barrenness in the distance.

The small town next to the desolation and the foot of the mountain is brightly lit.

The noisy sounds of adults and children were continuous and extremely lively.

A monk in brocade and jade robes stood between the cliffs, overlooking the grand scene in the world, the hem of his clothes was blown by the cold wind.

"Wuxin?" Han Ye stepped forward.

"Master, you're out of customs." Wuxin looked at Han Ye and smiled slightly.

"Master?" Han Ye was a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Wuxin was also a little confused by Han Ye's reaction at the moment.

"He's not your master yet." Another sentence that sounded exactly like Han Ye's tone suddenly sounded.

Han Ye only saw a vague figure walking towards him, and then his eyes went dark.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the meditation room, the outside of the window was dyed orange red, and the sky was almost dusk.

"Fate Master, can you really see the direction of your own destiny?"

"Sure enough, whether the technique is strong or not depends on who is using it! Don't you think so? Xiaohong."

The Great Ming Suzaku, who was lying on the wooden table beside him, was so excited that he lit up the fire, burning a corner of the table.

'咚咚咚' sounded a knock on the door.

Unintentionally opened the door and walked in.

"What? Finished?"

"Ah."

Wu Xin sat next to Han Ye, looking extremely sad, poured a cup of tea and drank it down.

"Let it go if you fart."

Wuxin chuckled and poured Han Ye a cup of tea.

"Wang Rensun just told me that Gusu City has been surrounded by various sects in the rivers and lakes. As long as the old monk's bell rings to surpass the ritual, he will kill him at Hanshui Temple."

"Yeah." Seeing that Han Ye didn't respond, Wuxin swallowed and added another glass to Han Ye.

"After all, this is the home of young monks and old monks. Buddhism is pure. I can't let these filthy things contaminate this place."

Han Ye was still sitting on the Zen bench shaking his legs like an old god.

"This tea is the unique Buddhist sound ginkgo tea in Hanshui Temple. What do you think?"

Han Ye watched as Wu Xin poured himself three cups of tea, held them in his hands and looked at them, remembering the scene he had just seen in Fate.

"It's okay, there is a smell of conspiracy." The third cup of tea entered.

Wuxin laughed happily and stood in front of Han Ye.

"The old monk told me that there is no relationship between him and me."

"After seeing you again, he said that there is a relationship between me and you."

Han Ye slowly put down his teacup.

Wu Xin knelt down on her knees.

"Wuxin has been living under the arrangement of this world since she was a child."

"You told me in a dream that all troubles come from insufficient firepower."

"I thought about it and thought it was right."

"So this time I want to live for myself, without being bound by this world."

"Wuxin, I would like to worship under Han Ye's door, and I hope the master will agree!"

Han Ye looked at the extremely sincere eyes of Wu Xin, and thought of Lian Sheng's disillusionment and Buddha's Nirvana. At this moment, he seemed to see a carefree Buddha being reborn again.

"Is life reincarnated?"

Wuxin leaned over and lowered her head, bowed three times without a pause, then stroked her forehead to the ground without getting up.

The house was silent, only the bell outside the house rang for the last time.

"Get up, apprentice."

(End of this chapter)