Xuanxia

Chapter 570: Feelings of Kindness
That night, Fu Qingzhou did not sleep all night.

He did not return to the courtyard or go to the inn. Seeing that he was absent-minded, Yuan Ziping did not dare to disturb him. Instead, he went to find Tang Jiao. The two of them pulled a few beds from the East Market to the mansion overnight, cleaned out three rooms, made the beds, and used them temporarily as bedrooms.

It was very late at night. The lights in Yuan Ziping's room had been turned off long ago, but candlelight was still shining on the window of Tang Jiao's room. I don't know why she hasn't fallen asleep yet.

The lights in Fu Qingzhou's room were dim, but he was not asleep either.

He leaned against the window, looking at the heavy snow outside.

That night, he tried again and again to put himself into the state of opening his third eye again, but each time failed.

Every time he tried, his brain felt like it was being pierced deeply by countless steel needles and stirred wildly, and he simply could not open his third eye again.

Fu Qingzhou knew that this must have hurt his soul.

So he stopped trying and just looked at the falling snow, replaying the scenes he had seen today in his mind.

It’s not like he had never experienced Qi Ran Jue’s brainwashing...During the several times when he lost his mind, Qi Ran Jue took advantage of the situation and turned him into a crazy lunatic who wanted to kill anyone he saw.

But, that was just an appearance.

Qi Ran Jue's real killer move, like still waters running deep, is hidden in details that he is completely unaware of, leading him to see a false world and making him think that those people deserve to die.

And I didn't have to kill those people...

Fu Qingzhou clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into the flesh and drawing blood.

"I also asked Wu Yan to seek forgiveness from others...but what about me? Who am I?"

He laughed at himself and drew out the German sword from his waist with his backhand.

The German sword shrunk into a short blade and was held in his hand, emitting a soft and neutral white light.

"You're not that smart."

Fu Qingzhou said softly, "At the beginning, Jiang Baichuan believed that he was the most righteous person in the world, so you recognized him and had no idea that he had another identity. Now the same thing happened to me. I was clearly manipulated by the technique and killed someone I shouldn't have killed, but you still didn't know."

De Jian naturally did not answer, but just flashed a faint light.

Fu Qingzhou shook his head and put the sword back on his waist.

He felt like there was a stone pressing on his heart, feeling depressed and heavy, but he didn't know how to vent... What's worse, he was very scared now.

He was afraid that before he did anything, he would be influenced by Qi Ran Jue again and kill someone he shouldn't kill!

What if next time you meet someone who wants to fight with you for life and death, and the other person clearly wants to beg for mercy and clearly has a way to be redeemed, but you are unaware of it and kill the other person?

The smoker was right beside me, but I couldn't even hear his reminders and warnings... What about the future? Who can warn me, who can stop me?

"Who can stop me..."

Thinking of this, Fu Qingzhou's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, I can find a way to find someone to stop me! Qi Ran Jue can block and distort my perception, but it cannot change the objective external force!"

Without any hesitation, he didn't even walk out of the door, but immediately climbed out of the window and jumped out of the house.

In just a moment, he thought of the place he was going to - Jinchan Temple.

Of course, for this kind of thing, you have to find someone with a high level of attainment, the higher the better. They have broad knowledge and countless treasures in their hands, and can help you better.

Right now in the capital, the two most powerful people are Ning Baimei and Master Huikong.

Ning Baimei...the last time I went to see him, he had already decided to go into seclusion. Now that a few days have passed, he should have disappeared.

Then, there is only Huikong.

Although Jinchan Temple is said to be moving away from the capital and back to Jiangnan, this is not a matter of overnight. Master Huikong must still be in the temple!

Although it was already very late at night, Fu Qingzhou did not want to delay for a moment and immediately rushed to Jinchan Temple.

The capital was under curfew, so he used his own legs to run and leap all the way, his entire body almost turning into an invisible afterimage, blending into the wind, whistling as he went. This was even the first time he ran at full speed after entering the seventh realm.

Soon, he was standing in front of the gate of Jinchan Temple, panting.

Even though it was late at night, there were monks guarding the gate of Jinchan Temple. When he saw Fu Qingzhou coming, the first thing the monk said was: "Donor, the gate of this temple is closed late at night. Please go back... Uh, are you Donor Fu?"

When he saw Fu Qingzhou approaching, he finally recognized him - after all, almost all the monks who survived the battle at Jinchan Temple recognized him.

The monk's eyes lit up: "You came here so late at night, is there something important?"

"It would be best if you recognized me."

Fu Qingzhou panted and said, "I'm here to look for Master Huikong. Can you help me inform him?"

Hearing this, the monk clearly hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Fu Qingzhou asked.

The monk smiled helplessly: "Donor Fu, Master Huikong is... in seclusion."

"He is also in seclusion?" Fu Qingzhou suddenly felt empty.

Huikong is also in seclusion, who else can I turn to?
But at this moment, Huikong's childlike voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Donor Fu, come on, I am not in seclusion yet."

When this voice rang out, the monk's face froze and he stood up straight involuntarily, obviously he had also heard Huikong's voice.

Fu Qingzhou felt much more relieved and smiled at the young monk.

Along the way, you can see that the forests and temples that were destroyed in the previous war have not been repaired. They have just been simply repaired or blocked off to make them look less ugly than ruins.

The place where Huikong was in seclusion was a small Buddhist hall in the deepest part of Jinchan Temple. When one pushed the door open, one saw the old figure of the young monk sitting under a green lamp, facing the Buddha statue in front of him, striking a wooden fish in his hands and muttering to himself.

"Master Huikong."

Fu Qingzhou had great respect for this master. After entering the Buddhist hall, he immediately put his hands together and bowed slightly.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, Huikong turned around, smiled at him, and pointed to the empty cushion beside him: "Donor Fu, please sit down."

Fu Qingzhou let out a light breath and sat down cross-legged on the cushion, but couldn't help but sigh.

Huikong smiled and said, "Donor Fu, do you feel the same way?"

"I feel...sorrowful?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly and said, "It's true. I feel the same way."

He shook his head, hiding nothing, and spoke out everything he was thinking.

Qi Ran Jue is not a big secret, it is not even a good thing, and Fu Qingzhou is not afraid of others coveting it.

Listening to him quietly, Huikong's expression also became solemn.

"I see."

He raised his head and looked at the statue, his tone somewhat sad: "He never mentioned the matter of Qi Ran Jue to me. So this is the reason for his destruction..."

Fu Qingzhou was startled: "Master?"

"It doesn't matter."

Huikong retracted his gaze and smiled at him: "Master Fu, it is a great thing that you can realize that there is something wrong with you. You want to leave a warning for yourself, so I will naturally help you."

After that, he opened his mouth and called softly, "Yuan Zhen, go to the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion and get the Bitter Sea Lamp Bell."

(End of this chapter)