Chapter 744 Simi (1)

This chapter is updated by NovelFree.ml

Fate is a mystery.

For creatures born in this world, the impermanence of fate was something that made them despair most of the time.

When the monk was still very young, he would often think of a question, who was in charge of fate?

He was very young, so he had a lot of thoughts about many things in the world. He flipped through the history books and witnessed the chaotic times 200 years ago. Although the Great Chu Dynasty relied on the twin lives of dragons and snakes to survive, the chaotic times still made life difficult for all living beings in the world.

Although the monk was young, his outstanding talent allowed him to quickly stand out in Long Yin Temple. He was valued by the elders in the temple. As a result, he could see more and more ancient books and records, and the contents were also becoming more and more dense.

Gradually, he discovered that no matter if it was the Great Chu Dynasty 200 years ago, the Da Li Dynasty that was even more distant, or the dynasties that were even more distant and unknown, the turmoil in the world and the change of dynasties all seemed to have their roots that never departed from their sect. They had always been closely related to the gathering and dispersal of fate.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with this. After all, those in power had lost their morality. Those who had found virtue in the Dragon Qi had gathered together. Only by doing so would they be able to repay the good and evil in the world and save the people from fire and water. Tyrant had escaped into the Void Sect since he was young and cultivated Buddhism. Although he had the grand desire to save all living beings, he was not a pedantic person. He knew that although the decline of a decaying dynasty would inevitably bring great suffering to living beings, only after a painful period would he be able to welcome a new life.

It was like the vegetation was withered and glorious, and the four seasons were alternating. Everything was a necessary process for the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao.

But...

Tyrant was not a pedantic person, but he was also not the same as the ancestors of the Dragon Hidden Temple. He was just sitting in the temple chanting the Buddha's name, sighing that everyone was suffering, and then he sat on the sidelines and watched.

Since childhood, he had been immersed in Buddhism and wanted to do something for the common people. Therefore, after he took over the position of abbot of Long Yin Temple, the youngest saint monk in history went to Chang'an alone. He wanted to teach the imperial dharma to the emperor.

This is a very simple logic.

Since the emperor had failed in his morality, he had been able to gather and disperse his luck. Only then would he be able to rise to prominence, and only then would there be chaos under the heavens.

As long as the emperor had a high enough moral character, the Dragon Qi would always gather in the emperor's house. If the strong and heroic would not rise together, the world would naturally continue to flourish.

This thought was somewhat utopian. The monk naturally understood this. He did not expect that he could protect the world by himself and let it develop as he expected. However, while he was still alive, he still had to do what he could.

...

At that time, the emperor of the Chu Dynasty was called Fang Chengtian, named Wan Zhen.

The news that the Saint Monk of the Dragon Hidden Temple was coming to Chang'an soon spread amongst the people. Most of the ordinary people were filled with respect and curiosity towards this young Saint Monk, who had always enjoyed the reputation of being a Buddha in the mortal world.

When the young monk really arrived at Chang'an City, the Ten Thousand Town Emperor, who was over fifty years old, personally came to the city gate and greeted him with an extremely grand ceremony.

This made the monk pleasantly surprised. Of course, as a true saint monk, whether it was his temperament or cultivation, in his eyes, there was no big difference between the emperor and the people. As for the grand ceremony, it was even more insignificant in his heart.

The reason for his surprise was because Emperor Wan Zhen had shown his approval and courtesy towards Buddhism at that time. If the things he had shown were not for show, then the monk's purpose of this trip would be much easier than he had imagined.

Of course, it had to be mentioned that during the normal grand welcoming ceremony, the monk saw a girl named Fang Qingqing, the youngest and most beloved daughter of the Ten Thousand Town Emperor.

The Ten Thousand Town Emperor was not a hypocrite. After bringing the monk into Chang'an City, he strongly supported the lecture activities that the monk wanted to carry out in Chang'an City. He often invited the monk to the palace to explain Buddhism to the prince and princess in the palace. He himself also often listened in.

This kind of life passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, five years had passed.

During this process, the monk also became familiar with the princes and princesses in the palace, especially Fang Ming, who had been made the Crown Prince, and Fang Qingqing, the princess.

Five years later, he imparted his comprehension of Buddhism to all of them. The princes and princesses all learned very quickly, especially the Crown Prince, Fang Ming. He was kind-hearted, and the monk thought that if the Crown Prince ascended to the throne in the future, it would be another prosperous era.

Tyrant felt extremely gratified by what he had done, but the feast under the heavens had all ended. Five years later, he still needed to return to the northernmost Dragon Hidden Temple to preside over the overall situation.

In those few years, Da Chu's year was not good. Droughts, floods, and snowstorms would occasionally occur everywhere. However, under the orderly dispatch of the Ten Thousand Town Emperors, the Imperial Court was still barely functioning. Although the people in various places lived a bit bitter lives, it was not enough for them to starve to death by the roadside.

Emperor Wan Zhen was extremely busy. In just a few years, the once heroic middle-aged man had his silver hair covered step by step under the monk's gaze. However, even so, the night before the monk left, Emperor Wan Zhen still took the time to give the monk a farewell banquet.

Goodbye in this world is always the most difficult thing to do.

Even though the guests enjoyed themselves that night and had their farewell wishes, when the monk walked out of the palace gate, the sound of horse hooves behind the palace gate still caused the monk's heart, which was like still water, to ripple slightly, but there was still a ripple.

The princess cried so much that she carefully pulled at the corner of the monk's clothes and asked, "Brother Dongjun, can you not leave?"

Tyrant's heart hesitated for a moment. This was an extremely unreasonable matter for the abbot of the Dragon Hidden Temple, who was already famous for his cultivation of the mind. The monk suppressed the hesitation in his heart and rejected the woman's request in the gentlest possible tone. After he bid farewell to the woman, he returned to his residence. What he did not expect was that the Ten Thousand Town Emperor had already stayed at his home and waited for his arrival.

Of course, this was a very strange thing. After all, the monk had just bid farewell to the emperor at the banquet two hours ago. However, the monk did not ask any further questions. Instead, after a slight surprise, he respectfully poured tea for the emperor, who seemed to be much older than he was, and sat in front of him.

As a result, a conversation that changed the monk and changed the world took place.

...

"Saint Monk, have you met Qing Qing?" After narrowing his eyes and looking at the monk, the emperor picked up the tea that the monk had brewed for him and asked.

The night was already dark, and no candles were lit in the room. In the darkness, the monk raised his eyes to look at the emperor, then lowered his head and truthfully replied, "Yes."

"I am prepared to hand Qing Qing over to the Saint Monk. Will the Saint Monk be willing?" Right after that, the emperor said something that the monk had never thought about.

Just as the monk was about to take a sip of the tea in his teacup, his arm trembled slightly. The tea spilled down and soaked his sleeve.

"What does Your Majesty mean?" But very quickly, the monk suppressed some of the emotions in his heart. At that time, he lowered his head and said.

At that time, the white-haired emperor stood up. He did not seem to notice the monk's strange behavior, and he seemed to have deliberately turned a blind eye to him. "What does the Saint Monk think of this Great Chu Heaven? How about me? How about clearing it up?"

Only then did the monk truly recover from the Emperor's "delusional words". He sank his brows and said, "Although the Great Chu of today is not a peaceful country, many of the calamities are natural calamities, not man-made calamities. His Majesty worked hard and loved his people. After the calamities are over, he will rest for several years and not be unable to reproduce the prosperous era of the Great Chu of the past." As for His Highness the Princess... "

The monk who spoke of this place obviously paused for a moment, but he quickly said, "Your Highness Princess is kind-hearted, occupies a high position and has the heart of the people. It is really rare for you to know hunger and cold when you are in power. Adding on your talent and intelligence, your future accomplishments will naturally be immeasurable."

When the monk said these words, he could clearly feel that the man sitting opposite him was staring at him with a calm gaze, as if he wanted to measure whether everything he said was from his heart or not.

"Since you feel that Qingqing is so good, why didn't you agree to my request?"

The monk lowered his head once again. The overbearing tone and aura of the emperor on the other side made the monk who was not even thirty years old at that time somewhat unable to withstand it.

"Your Majesty, are you joking? This poor monk has already converted to Buddhism, and the princess has a body of a thousand gold. Isn't the Phoenix Fallen Crow Nest a joke?"

After the monk finished saying those words, the turbulence in his heart that he had suppressed started to ripple again. He could clearly feel a strange tremor in his tone of voice.

The emperor sitting opposite him did not reveal the slightest bit of dissatisfaction or anger when he heard this. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and moved his head forward with interest. Then, the emperor's lips curled into a smile and said, "What is the Saint Monk thinking? I only said that I would entrust my daughter to the care of the Saint Monk to cultivate Buddhism."

The monk's body trembled. He raised his head to look at the emperor, and at the first glance, he met the other party's ridiculing gaze. If it was anyone else, they might be angry, but the monk didn't. He knew that everything was happening in his heart, and it was his heart that was in chaos. That was why God was in chaos, and that was why he spoke to the man in front of him.

The monk who understood this quickly recovered. His expression was calm. At that time, he finally had the courage to look at the emperor. He said, "It's a poor monk, but the princess is still a daughter of gold. My Dragon Hidden Temple is located in a remote place and is also a place for bitter cultivation. I'm sure that the princess will not like it even if she goes there. Please accept her fate, Your Majesty."

At that time, the Emperor who had been staring at the monk withdrew his gaze. He turned to look out of the window shrouded in darkness and suddenly sighed, "The Saint Monk misunderstood. I'm begging you, not ordering you."

These words greatly exceeded the monk's expectations. He not only frowned, but also asked in confusion, "Where did His Majesty say this?"

The gaze in the Emperor's eyes suddenly dimmed a little. His face, which was no longer young, also grew much older in that instant. He lowered his head and said, "The Saint Monk said that I, Da Chu, am suffering from a natural calamity, not a man-made calamity. When the natural calamity finally ends, I, Da Chu, will also usher in a prosperous era. The Saint Monk's words are very good and reasonable, but regrettably, the Saint Monk said wrongly."

"Ever since my Father Emperor, Da Chu's luck has been getting weaker and weaker. Father Emperor is trying his best to change this situation, but the speed at which the Dragon Qi dissipates has not changed. After I ascended to the throne, I was even more cautious and diligent. However, no matter what I do, the heavenly calamities are still going on. The luck of Da Chu is still getting weaker and weaker."

"The Saint Monk once acted. The Son of Heaven lost his morality, so his luck was separated. Thus, those with virtue appeared and regained control of the world. However, in reality, there was a certain fate. The heavens were about to die. Even though his ancestors had calculated everything two hundred years ago, the luck they had obtained was still not comparable to this number of days."

For the first time in his life, the young monk heard such a saying. He did not doubt it too much, because he knew that the man in front of him must be the person who hoped that Da Chu could live forever in this world. He had no reason to lie to him. However, he still retained his doubts about his words. However, he could not tell what considerations were behind it. In the end, he accepted the request of the emperor as his father's request.

...

The monk returned to Dragon Hidden Temple full of worries, but the girl traveling with him had a face full of shyness and anticipation.

In the days of Long Yin Temple, the young girl was always close to the monk under the guise of one kind or another. Although the monk tried his best to keep a distance from him, the young girl seemed to be completely unaware of the monk's refusal and continued to disturb him every day.

After a long time, the monk was accustomed to the girl's way of doing things.

It was a few more years. Just as the monk and the girl thought that this kind of day would continue, the news of the death of the Ten Thousand Town Emperor was suddenly sent to Long Yin Temple by the envoy. On that day, the girl cried so much that she could only bid farewell to the monk in a hurry, stepped into the carriage to pick her up and rushed back to Chang'an.

The next day, the monk who did not have the girl's disturbance was unable to meditate as usual. He still felt that something was missing.

Thus, he climbed the mountain peak of Dragon Hidden Mountain and looked towards the south.

He saw an old green dragon roaring in the clouds. Countless dragon qi quickly dispersed from its body and surged into the heavens and earth.

That was the fate of Da Chu, the fate of the nation that was about to die.

This was a very unreasonable matter. Although Emperor Wan Zhen was diligent in his administration, he still lacked a bit of spiritual energy. He had more than enough energy to defend himself, but Kai Yuan lacked some ability. But Fang Ming, who succeeded him, was different. That child, the monk, had seen him, taught him...

He should have the ability to inherit the Great Chu Heaven, and also the ability to bring the Great Chu Heaven to prosperity...

Then why did the meeting of the dragons in the sky still continue to disperse?

Tyrant thought about what Emperor Wan Zhen had said to him that day. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and an idea appeared in his heart at that time.