Chapter 582 – Farewell (1/2)

The vegetation was lush and verdant, illuminated by the setting sun. Who knew how much time had passed already.

“Amitābha. One Will, come with me!”

The Dauntless monk brought his palms together and uttered the buddha’s name quietly. His robes touched the ground as he stared at Xiao An with a pair of cold and wise eyes. No matter what she meant to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, he would not let this opportunity to guide her slip by.

He believed there would be one day when she could understand the true essence of the boundless sea of bitterness and the great path of benevolence.

“Yes, abbot.” Xiao An brought her palms together too and returned the bow.

“Once you become an inner courtyard disciple of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, you cannot hold onto any secular thoughts or desires anymore. Until the day you possess the right to learn the Chant of Deva-Nāga, you cannot leave the mountain or see anyone outside of the courtyard. Can you do this?”

Xiao An turned her head towards Li Qingshan. By “outside of the courtyard”, it was obviously referring to him. In other words, as long as she had not undergone the second heavenly tribulation, she could not see Li Qingshan again.

Li Qingshan considered the request silently. Although he was reluctant inside, he still nodded. She was only a single step away from the second heavenly tribulation. Once she broke through, that would mean a whole new world unfurling around them again. Before that, focusing on cultivation was not necessarily a bad thing.

Xiao An said gently, “I can do it.”

“Then we’ll go to the grand hall right now and formally hold your ceremony for joining the sect before the buddhas. I will carry out the tonsure personally.”

Out of the past disciples of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, probably no one had ever received such honour when they joined the monastery. However, Xiao An frowned slightly after hearing that.

Li Qingshan interrupted him and asked, “Abbot, I noticed that not all head monks of the monastery were bald.” That was including Xiao An’s master in name. He had a head of messy hair.

“One Will, are you a head monk?” the Dauntless monk asked Xiao An without even looking at Li Qingshan.

“I’m not,” replied Xiao An.

Li Qingshan wanted to say more, but the Unraging monk patted his shoulder with a smile. “What are you panicking for? It’s not like you can’t regrow it if you don’t have hair!” He earned a glance from the Dauntless monk, but all he did was laugh.

Upon thinking about it, it made perfect sense. With Xiao An’s ability, growing her hair was a matter of a few seconds. There was no need for him to argue over this.

The Dauntless monk said, “Junior brother, accepting a disciple is a major matter. Do you want to come to the grand hall with me?”

With the Unraging monk making an exception and accepting disciples, not only was this a major matter of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, but it was even a major matter of the entire Green province. Every single cultivator who had undergone the third heavenly tribulation, whether they were human or daemon, whether they were ascetic or secular, bore great weight in this world. Their names were echoed tens of thousand kilometers away. Every single word they uttered and action they took would affect the overall situation, let alone something as major as accepting disciples.

The Unraging monk raised his head and glanced at the golden hall at the top of Great Buddha mountain. He smiled. “There’s no need for that for an outcast like me. My two disciples probably don’t like things like that either. Not to mention that we’ve already performed our rite.”

That was what the Dauntless monk would have preferred too. The Unraging monk’s two disciples both possessed great potential, but one of them was a demon, while the other was a so-called “secular disciple” who refused to become a monk. If this were made public, the reputation of the monastery would not benefit at all.

“Let’s go.” The Dauntless monk turned around, and Xiao An followed closely behind.

Li Qingshan accompanied Xiao An along the way, while the Dauntless monk walked at the front. He stepped over a tall door threshold and suddenly said, “Please stop right there.” Any further was the inner courtyards of the monastery, and Li Qingshan was only a secular disciple.

All Li Qingshan could do was stop, watching as Xiao An stepped over the threshold. Then she turned around, and their eyes met. They opened their mouths, wanting to say something.

The sun was setting right now, so the residual glow of the sun landed on Xiao An, which made her seem even more beautiful and gorgeous. She seemed like someone who did not belong to this world. Li Qingshan stood facing away from the sun as the rays of light outlined his tall, large figure.

The Dauntless monk shifted his gaze, and the great, vermillion gate closed loudly, blocking their gazes from each other.

The only colour before Xiao An had vanished. The world had become a half-transparent pale-white. Emptiness was form. From today onwards, she would only be accompanied by buddha statues and the sounds of morning bells and evening drums. She did not hate a life like that, but she would much rather be by his side.

Li Qingshan extended his hand and clenched his fist. He experienced an urge to punch down the gate and pull her back out. The gate was not tough, but no one had ever been bold enough to do that throughout history, as this was the gate to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, representing stern and undefiable authority.

He was not afraid of authority. He believed that only strength could resolve everything. He believed that as long as he constantly became stronger, there would be a day when he could see her whenever he wanted, with no one able to stop him.

He stood there for a while longer, only to hear the chanting at the top of the mountain rise up to the clouds. He heard the Dauntless monk’s dignified voice ringing out from the distance, announcing to the world that they had accepted her into the monastery. The Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga had finally embraced her, giving her the greatest honour.

The cultivation community of the entire Green province would know that the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga had accepted a disciple, and they treated her like treasure.

Li Qingshan stood in front of the gate alone, listening along for a while before scratching his head and turning around to leave.

He returned to the Demon Suppression hall again. The Unraging monk sat on the grey rock cheerfully as he held an object between his fingers. It glistened under the sunlight, actually a demon heart, and the quality was so high that even Lietu’s demon heart paled in comparison.

Duoge sat in front of the rock with his head raised, gazing at the demon heart in a daze like a child who wanted candy.

The Unraging monk said, “Call me master ten thousand times, and I’ll give it to you.”

Duoge immediately said, “Mastermastermaster…”

The Unraging monk chuckled loudly. He was extremely happy.