Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 613: Heartache

Bury the bottom of the dragon valley and be isolated from the world.

At sunrise and sunset, this ancient temple sits there quietly, away from the hustle and bustle, and seems to be no different than before.

There was just one more young monk with a clear eyebrow.

There was a little clever little fox.

Every morning, young monks look at the rising sun.

In the evening, he would look at the setting sun falling in the sky again.

This is true every day, without interruption.

The eyes of the young monk grew brighter.

Of course, most of the day, young monks will choose to read the scriptures in the Tibetan scripture pavilion and go to Zen.

Under the blue light, next to the ancient Buddha, on the futon, the young monk held the scriptures in his hand, looking calm and peaceful.

Beside, there was a little flaming red fox squatting and staying there quietly.

In the evening, the young monks will go to the backyard of the ancient temple.

In the horrible cemetery, dragons and tigers roar, and the roar of all beasts will not calm down until dawn.

It starts again and again, day after day, year after year.

In an instant, twenty years passed.

Years seem to have left no trace on the monk's face.

However, in the Dantian of the young monk, it is still empty and has no spiritual power.

For so many years, young monks have long ceased to deliberately practice chanting, daily chanting, and taking walks.

Only with the passage of time, a new temperament was added to the young monks.

Unspeakable.

The young monk seemed to have reached the realm of returning to life.

At first glance, this is the most common monk.

But if you look closely, you can't see through it, it seems like a mystery.

It was another night.

Ancient temple backyard, cemetery cemetery.

At the beginning of the rising sun, the young monk slowly opened his eyes, adjusted his shirt, and deeply worshiped the red-haired man not far away, saying, "Twenty years, thank you so much!"

Young monks are naturally Su Zimo.

For so many years, this is the first time that Su Zimo has spoken to the red hair ghost so formally, and thanked so formally.

The red-haired ghost seemed to notice something, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Are you going?"

"Yes."

Su Zimo nodded.

"Ok."

The red hair ghost absently answered.

It wasn't until Su Zimo's figure was about to disappear in the backyard that the sound of the red hairy ghost sounded again: "Be careful outside."

Su Zimo's heart warmed and he nodded.

It's too early.

Mingzhen is still asleep.

The door of the hall was closed, and the old monk did not come out.

Su Zimo intends to wait outside.

At this moment, his ears were moving, and he heard a intermittent call.

"Big ... Shang!"

"Big ... Monk!"

The sound came from outside the ancient temple, buried in Longgu.

Only the fairy fairy can call this name!

For some reason, Su Zimo suddenly felt a little flustered, as if he knew something was going to happen!

Twenty years of zen worship, such emotional fluctuations, have hardly ever appeared on him.

Su Zimo pushed out the door and walked along the bottom of the valley.

Within a few steps, the fairy's voice sounded again.

"Monk, where are you, come out soon, Mr. Su will not be!"

Su Zimo's footsteps gradually stopped.

The whole man was completely in situ, his eyes were dull, his mouth opened slightly, and only one sentence echoed in his mind-Mr. Su was not!

"Brother."

Su Zimo frowned.

The first reaction is not to believe!

how is this possible?

Even if twenty years have passed, Su Hong has only reached the age of sixty-six. How is this possible?

But the next moment, Su Zimo realized that although Ji Fairy liked to make jokes, she would never lie about it.

Brother, it really isn't!

More than a decade ago, Ji Yaoxue said that Su Hong's health was not good, and Su Zimo planned to take him out of the Northern Territory after the middle-level ancient battlefield opened.

I didn't expect ...

Twenty years of chanting rituals and Buddhas, and enlightenment in meditation, Su Zimo originally thought that he was more or less pessimistic about life and death, and could leave a lot of things behind.

Unexpectedly, the moment he heard the news, he still felt the pain in the heart!

It hurts, it hurts.

At the bottom of the Dragon Valley, Su Zimo leaned against the icy mountain wall and slid weakly on the ground. There was a heavy grief in his eyes, which was difficult to resolve.

For a while.

Su Zimo remembered a lot of things.

That night several decades ago, blood was flowing into the river and the bodies were everywhere in the Wuding public house of Yan State.

A teenager in his tenth, with a fierce energy, guarding the two children who were still sleeping, escaped Wangcheng frantically!

Even though the young man's face was severely cut, he almost cut his head in half, and he didn't even realize it!

More than a decade later, the children in the baby have grown up.

The old boy was getting older.

But in his lifetime, his horns added a lot of white hair.

The original body seemed to bend a lot.

That boy, with his wide shoulders, took on everything and protected the children who had been sleeping, so that they could have a quiet and beautiful time.

Just like a dozen years ago, young men rushed out of the city to protect them.

Look back!

Once a teenager, fresh clothes and angry horses, fought the world with swords.

Ten years later, he lost a lot of sharpness and became more restrained and calm.

The only thing that does not change is the mind that cares for the world and the country.

Therefore, without being seriously injured, he can still stand up and lead the five thousand black armored iron riders to block the Luo Tianwu who slaughtered the people of Yan Kingdom outside Jian'an City!

That's why he can say words like that.

"There is family hatred between my Su family and King Yan, but your army is terrifying, committing my big Yan frontier, and killing my big swallow people, this is the national hate! Family hatred and national hate, I Su Hong can distinguish!

Su Zimo's vision gradually blurred.

But this scene, passing in front of it, became clearer, like yesterday.

"Ugh."

A faint sigh came from the funeral of Dragon Valley.

"Twenty years ago, the Liuli Palace slaughtered the 13 kingdoms of the Yan Kingdom for the purpose of venting personal indignation. This incident hit Mr. Su too much."

"For twenty years, even though Mr. Su is in the city of Kings, he has always remembered the people of Yan Kingdom. He is really a good king."

Worry becomes sick.

Not to mention ordinary mortals, even if they are cultivators, if their worries continue for decades, their lives will be greatly reduced, and they will become enchanted.

"Monk, I don't know if you're listening."

Ji fairy's voice sounded again.

"In the past few years, my sister and I have found a lot of spiritual talents in the field of cultivation, but they are useless, and Mr. Su's health is getting worse."

"In recent months, Mr. Su has often dreamed and will call you and Xiao Ning's names. I listen, really, really ..."

Ji Fairy choked a little and couldn't speak anymore.

Su Zimo clasped his head with both hands, curled his body, and couldn't control it any more, crying out loud.

Somehow, Mingzhen and the little fox came to him.

Looking at Su Zimo in front of him, the little fox was distressed for a while, and rushed over, his head gently rubbing his ankle, soothing comfortably.

Mingzhen was silent, silently chanting the Buddha's name.

This chapter has been written for a long time. It was originally written yesterday. I felt that it was not well written, so I did not post it. I have revised it a lot today. This plot has a great influence on Zi Mo and even Xiao Ning, and it can be regarded as a turning point in the entire book.

(End of this chapter)