Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 493 He's Different (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

The early spring night sky was moonless, with only a few scattered stars.

Dixin Temple is built near West Lake, and the most beautiful scenery there is when the drizzle has just stopped in March or April.

At that time, the wind had stopped, the water was still, the sky and clouds were dark, and the night had the solemnity of a starry night. The chirping of birds echoed all around the lake shore.

Inside the Buddhist hall, my junior brother had already left.

Under the dim candlelight, the young Long'er remained hunched over, meticulously carving with his chisel, depicting the lines of the Buddha's body and the hem of his robes with just a few strokes, capturing the essence of the scene.

Long'er's phoenix eyes shone with cold light, and the chisel in her hand was steady and unwavering. Every stroke was accurate and flawless, and she never regretted her moves.

At this moment, he was no longer the little monk sculpting Buddha statues.

He was not a swordsman, but a master swordsman.

The hall was quiet for a moment, with only the "clinking" sound of Long'er chiseling the stone statue.

Sensing something amiss, the tinkling sound soon disappeared.

Long'er silently put down the chisel, got up and walked out the door.

Night was deep, and a thin mist hung in the air. A few small boats floated on West Lake, as light as feathers, their oars barely touching the water.

The willows on the shore swayed in the wind, their alluring and ghostly appearance under the night sky resembling a chaotic dance of demons.

Long'er gazed at the weeping willows, growing increasingly agitated. She felt a cool breeze from the lake, which gently seeped into her skin, but stirred up a turmoil within her heart.

"Amitabha!"

Just then, a Buddhist chant was heard from behind.

Long'er turned around and saw a fat monk walking towards her. It was none other than Abbot Fawo of Dixin Temple.

Fawo looked at the young man before him, then glanced at the Buddha statue in the Buddhist hall, and laughed, "Is this the Buddha I asked you to create?"

Long'er's cold voice rang out: "No."

Fawo smiled and said, "Reciting the Buddha's name is nothing more than reciting the mind; the Buddha is within your own mind, so seek it elsewhere. Is this the Buddha within your heart?"

This simple sentence, like a stone thrown into water, stirred ripples in Long'er's heart, making his expression even more arrogant and cold.

"The Buddha has no inherent form; the compassionate appearances of all Buddhas originate from the reverence of ordinary people," Fawo said calmly. "Your heart is like a raging torrent, unable to find stillness. How can you sculpt a serene and carefree Buddha?"

Long'er raised her delicate eyebrows and said coldly, "What kind of Buddha should I carve?"

“I don’t know, only you do,” Fawo said. “But the Buddha in the Buddhist scriptures is not the Buddha in your heart. Long’er, you should make another one.”

After saying this, Fawo chanted a long Buddhist prayer and turned to leave.

Long'er stood frozen in place for a long time, then suddenly roared, "Bullshit!"

Suddenly, a gray shadow flickered, and with a "bang," pebbles flew everywhere.

But in his rage, he swung his palm and smashed the Buddha statue that he had carved day and night to pieces.

He looked up at the sky, then suddenly burst into wild laughter, shaking the walls and causing the earth to crumble. Suddenly, a surge of sword energy shot into the sky, like a beam of heavenly light falling down.

The monks of Dixin Temple rushed over, but they couldn't get close at all. With a few loud "bangs," they were all sent flying and crashing into the walls, their backs aching terribly, and they almost fainted.

bass!
On the altar in the main hall, a jet-black longsword, resembling a peerless sword, flew up, drew a circle in the air, and landed lightly in the little monk's hand.

In the distance, the young novice monk who had brought Long'er the steamed buns stared in disbelief: "Junior brother, you're amazing!"

Long'er gently stroked the "Two Extremes Sword" and smiled slightly: "Senior brother, I think I understand."

The young novice was taken aback: "What do you understand?"

Long'er smiled and said, "When I carve Buddha statues, I am embodying the Buddha in my heart."

“Yes, the abbot said this is cultivation,” the young novice said. Suddenly, he realized, “Junior brother, have you found the Buddha in your heart?”

Long'er raised her chin and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Yes!" A triumphant smile spread across her face. "The sword is my heart!"

"To create a Buddha with a sincere heart, one must use a sword that has been one with one's own mind and spirit!"

After saying this, Long'er gently shook the Two Extremes Sword. In an instant, the black light faded, and a demonic and mad power arose.

Inside the Buddhist hall, it was as if a battle between Buddha and demons was taking place.

The young novice could not bear it and collapsed to the ground with a cry.

Clang!
Long'er sheathed her sword and laughed, "It's not appropriate to show off my swordsmanship in the temple! I only regret that I am too young and my cultivation is too weak to challenge the Sword God, the Heavenly Sword, or the Absolute Sword to my heart's content!"

"Amitabha."

Zen Master Fawo walked slowly over and stared intently at Long'er.

A small stone statue stood there, its eyebrows and eyes vividly depicted, lifelike.

"I never imagined that the Buddha in your heart would be yourself!"

Long'er smiled faintly, "Isn't it good?" Fa Wo sighed, stepped forward and gently stroked Long'er's head, saying, "Foolish child, you are too foolish. Your pursuit of the sword, your character, and the fierceness in your heart are all too extreme. I thought that having you carve the Buddha in your heart would help you dispel this."

The fat monk shook his head, his heart filled with sorrow, and said in a hoarse voice, "But we still underestimated fate. Not only did we fail to resolve it, but we also prematurely triggered the evil energy." After saying this, he thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Long'er, have you heard that the Sword God is going to fight the person who stole the Great Evil King at Leifeng Pagoda?"

Long'er was quite surprised. Her delicate eyebrows relaxed, and a glint of light flashed in her phoenix eyes: "When?"

"Three days later."

Long'er held her sword horizontally across her chest, a smirk playing on her lips: "The Sword God, huh?"

Fawo looked at him and suddenly sighed, "As soon as I saw you, I guessed a thing or two. You are not a monk who has shaved his head and left home, but a sword saint whose horn pierces the sky! The world was originally your place. Dixin Temple is just a place for you to cleanse the confusion in your heart and hone your sword heart."

"Long'er, just go ahead. Go to Leifeng Pagoda to see the Sword God, to see your future nemesis, who is also a fellow traveler!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Long'er was both surprised and moved. She put her hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer.
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Meanwhile, in Xiangshan County, a hundred miles away.

Inside a teahouse, Wu Wudi sat with an air of nonchalance, holding a teacup in his hand, gazing thoughtfully out the window.

But then one sees distant mountains stretching endlessly, their beauty extraordinary and lofty. The vast expanse presents a magnificent and awe-inspiring sight, captivating the eye and inspiring awe.

"Hey!" Wu Wudi took a sip of tea and chuckled. "Another Sword Saint?" He shook his head. "I hope 'Sword Twenty-Three' will be a bit different, otherwise it'll be too boring."

Just then, the fragrance of flowers wafted through the air, and a monk with narrow eyes walked over, smiling, "Master, look what I brought you!" He caught up with a scroll in his hand.

Wu Wudi took it and glanced at it, raising an eyebrow and saying, "It's actually Wen Tong's 'Snow Bamboo Painting'! Wu Bei, where did you get this?"

Wu Bei, dressed in a white monk's robe, clasped his hands together and said, "I got it from an official; I didn't spend any money."

"Hmm, well done."

Wu Wudi nodded, staring at the painting in a daze, and unconsciously began to trace the lines with his fingers.

After a while, Wu Wudi put down the scroll with satisfaction and said with a smile, "This ink bamboo painting seems to move in the wind, and it is not made of bamboo. It is less than a foot long, but it has the momentum of ten thousand feet. I like it very much."

Turning his head, he saw Wu Bei waiting to the side. Wu Wudi frowned and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Wu Bei said, "Master, Great Evil King, things are ruined."

Wu Wudi was startled and quickly rolled up the ink bamboo, saying, "Oh no! What do you mean?"

Wu Bei said, "The scouts report that the Sword Emperor and the One-Sword Immortal fought a great battle. In the end, Ren Hongxiu chewed up one of the 'Great Evil King's' thorns."

Wu Wudi was stunned for a moment, stroking the ink bamboo painting in his hand, as if his mind was wandering outside of the world. After a long while, he shook his head and smiled, asking, "Wu Bei, how did you feel when you stole the 'Great Evil King'?"

Wu Bei opened his eyes slightly, his voice trembling: "The moment this humble monk touched that evil blade, he felt his emotions fluctuate wildly, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, sometimes feeling sorrow and sometimes joy. In addition to his rampant bloodlust, he also had thoughts of suicide."

The monk sighed deeply, his expression sorrowful: "If it weren't for my master's rescue, who knocked away the evil blade, I'm afraid I would already be dead."

Wu Wudi invited him to sit down, poured some tea, and ordered some snacks.

Wu Bei ate two pieces and drank a few sips of hot tea.

Then Wu Wudi said in a low voice, "Great Evil King, you have ruined our Wu family for three hundred years."

Wu Bei nodded and said, "It is indeed an extremely vicious and evil thing."

Wu Wudi said, "Who would have thought that Ren Hongxiu would be even more wicked than the Great Evil King?"

Wu Bei hesitated before saying, "Since the Great Evil King has been harmed, then what about the curse?"

Wu Wudi shook his head and said, "If we don't defeat the peerless master who wields the 'Great Evil King,' the Wu family will never be able to rise again!"

"Why not seek out the Sword Emperor and the Evil Emperor who wield swords, instead of the Sword God?"

Wu Wudi glanced at him with a smile and said leisurely, "My name is Wudi, so naturally I am invincible. It would be too boring if I didn't find the most invincible opponent."

Wu Bei praised, "Master's spirit is awe-inspiring; this humble monk is in awe."

Wu Wudi smiled and said casually, "Wu Bei, if I am no match for the Sword God, then I entrust my son, Xiao Wu, to you."

Wu Bei was greatly shocked and asked, "Master, what do you mean by that?"

Wu Wudi offered him a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Just in case."

Wu Bei retorted, frowning as he sipped his tea: "Master, I don't understand why you are so pessimistic?"

"Our family has always been courageous and diligent, confident in our invincibility. We don't even take that old devil Indra seriously."

Wu Wudi smiled faintly and said slowly, "But Ren Jianshen is different."

"What's the difference?"

"The Sword God has attained perfect harmony with the Dao, his profound understanding is unfathomable." Wu Wudi raised his head, his gaze sharp. "He is far beyond the likes of Emperor Shitian!"
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P.S.: AL lost, sigh, I'm feeling down.

More chapters to come!

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