Chapter 840

The monk Wuchen went straight to the topic, not giving any foreplay at all; Ye Lin was directly asked.

He sat opposite the monk Wuchen, drank the hot tea in front of him, spat out a tea leaf, and said.

"I saw this name in an ancient book before, and out of curiosity, I asked Fanxin about it."

"Oh? Which ancient book?"

The monk Wuchen looked at Ye Lin with a smile, his gaze deep.

"As far as this poor monk knows, the Western Realm has destroyed all news about Fanxiu; this poor monk is curious, which ancient book still has records?"

"It's been too long, I can't remember clearly."

Ye Lin directly denied it; this monk Wuchen couldn't just search his soul, right?

"Is that so?"

The monk Wuchen did not continue to pursue the question, but changed a batch of tea leaves and continued to brew tea.

His movements were very elegant, appearing calm and unhurried, with a trace of complex emotion that Ye Lin couldn't understand appearing in his eyes.

"Is Fanxiu... doing well?"

Ye Lin didn't know how to answer this question.

He ate golden porridge carelessly, and as a result, he was so angry that he blew himself up on the spot; Ye Lin didn't know whether this was good or bad.

More importantly, he didn't know what the specific relationship between the monk Wuchen in front of him and Fanxiu was, so silence became Ye Lin's only choice at the moment.

The monk Wuchen didn't pay attention to Ye Lin either, and told the story to himself.

"Fanxiu is... this poor monk's senior brother."

Wuchen slowly told the story of what happened back then.

Back then, he was not the Holy Monk famous on the Longevity Continent now, but just a little novice who had just joined the Flying Immortal Temple not long ago.

And at that time, Fanxiu was already the Buddha Son of the Flying Immortal Temple.

At that time, in Wuchen's eyes, Fanxiu was shining like a god in the sky, as if there was nothing in this world that Fanxiu couldn't do.

Wuchen took Fanxiu as his goal and worked hard to catch up.

In Wuchen's eyes, Fanxiu was the gentlest big brother in the world.

No matter what difficulties he encountered in cultivation, as long as he asked Fanxiu for advice, Fanxiu would very patiently explain it to Wuchen bit by bit.

For Wuchen, Fanxiu was both a teacher and a friend, which could be said to be the guiding light on his cultivation path.

And Wuchen did not disappoint Fanxiu; he showed terrifying talent, and the brilliance on his body even once overshadowed Fanxiu, the Buddha Son!

Many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Flying Immortal Temple sighed one after another that if Wuchen had been born a hundred years earlier, the position of Buddha Son of the Flying Immortal Temple would inevitably belong to Wuchen.

Fanxiu was already talented enough, and compared to Wuchen, Fanxiu was simply a monster! Calling him the reincarnation of the Buddha Lord would not be an exaggeration.

At that time, Wuchen was still young and didn't notice these rumors, nor did he notice the trace of jealousy that occasionally flashed in the eyes of Fanxiu, the gentle big brother in his heart.

Days passed one by one.

Wuchen's strength caught up from behind, and there was a trend of catching up with Fanxiu.

Whether it was cultivation or understanding of Buddha Dharma, Wuchen was no longer below Fanxiu.

This also made the jealousy in Fanxiu's eyes more and more intense.

Wuchen didn't notice this at all, immersed in the joy of catching up with his idol.

"Senior Brother Fanxiu, I'm about to catch up with you!"

"Is that so? Congratulations."

Fanxiu looked at his junior brother with complex eyes.

Since Yu exists, why must Liang exist?

This was Fanxiu's thought at the bottom of his heart at this moment.

Although no one in the Flying Immortal Temple had ever let him give up this position of Buddha Son, with Wuchen around, Fanxiu felt uncomfortable no matter how he sat in this position of Buddha Son.

If this continued, he might become the first Buddha Son in the history of the Flying Immortal Temple whose strength couldn't compare to his peers.

He would become the laughingstock of the Western Realm and even the entire Longevity Continent!

Coincidentally, at this time, someone contacted him.

And so, Fanxiu had evil intentions.

On the night Fanxiu stole the town-temple treasure of the Flying Immortal Temple, Wuchen bumped into him.

"Senior Brother Fanxiu, why do you want to do this?!"

Wuchen looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, the man he once regarded as an idol and worked hard to catch up with.

The shock this brought to Wuchen at this moment was no less than seeing the white moonlight of his past become the head of the Yihong Building, with a pair of jade arms pillowing ten thousand people.

"Isn't it because of you? Wuchen, why don't you just die?"

At the moment Fanxiu decided to betray the Western Realm, he no longer hid the dark side of his heart, releasing all the malice in his heart toward Wuchen.

"If it weren't for you, why would I have to take risks? It's all your fault! You shouldn't have appeared in the Flying Immortal Temple!"

Fanxiu roared, his veins bulging, his eyes blood-red, wishing he could kill Wuchen on the spot.

Wuchen stood dumbfounded on the spot, unable to calm down for a long time.

He didn't expect that the gentle Senior Brother Fanxiu he regarded as an idol had actually been secretly jealous of him for so long.

But... he never had any intention of comparing himself with Fanxiu; all he wanted was to catch up with his idol!

Fanxiu brushed past Wuchen, disappeared into the darkness with the town-temple treasure, and disappeared from then on.

And this matter also became a knot in Wuchen's heart that could never be untied.

After Fanxiu left, Wuchen was depressed for a long time; this top-tier Buddhist genius locked himself in a secret room, seeing no one, until the Abbot of the Flying Immortal Temple came to Wuchen.

Wuchen raised his head and asked the Abbot in front of him.

"Master, if my talent were worse and my cultivation slower, would Senior Brother Fanxiu not have made a big mistake?"

The Abbot spoke slowly, his tongue blooming with lotus flowers, just like the Buddha Lord in the world.

"Foolish child, the bright mirror has no faults; delusions produce dust on their own."

"Fanxiu's sins were not born from your talent; it is like gold and silver stirring up greed in the hearts of mortals; it is not the fault of gold and silver, but the greed that existed in the first place."

"Your talent is like a scorching sun; if Fanxiu's Buddha heart were as clear as water, reflecting your brilliance, it would only shine; how could it produce jealousy?"

The Abbot of the Flying Immortal Temple's words rang like a great bell in the depths of Wuchen's heart; a ray of light slowly lit up in his dead-water-like eyes.

Thump.

Wuchen knelt in front of the Abbot of the Flying Immortal Temple.

"Master, if the disciple can find Senior Brother Fanxiu and find the town-temple treasure of the Flying Immortal Temple, can you give Senior Brother Fanxiu a chance to turn over a new leaf? The disciple begs you!"

"Sigh... foolish child."

A merciful look appeared on the face of the Abbot of the Flying Immortal Temple, and then he slowly nodded.

"Many thanks, Master!"

Wuchen was excited; he had found his new goal.

From then on, he cultivated crazily like a madman, just to one day be able to find Fanxiu again and let him return to the right path and return to the Flying Immortal Temple.

This search has lasted until now.

"Donor Ye, if you know about my senior brother, please tell this poor monk, okay?"

Wuchen's tone carried a trace of pleading, even Ye Lin couldn't help but feel a bit sad.

This Fanxiu is truly a beast, not cherishing such a good junior brother.

But sadness was sadness; Ye Lin didn't dare to tell Wuchen what had happened to Fanxiu.

If Wuchen knew the ins and outs of the matter, he would probably go berserk on the spot.

"Sorry, Master Wuchen, I really don't know." Ye Lin spread his hands.

Wuchen raised three fingers.

"Three things."

"As long as you tell me, this poor monk can do three things for you; of course, these three things cannot violate the Buddhist precepts."

"Deal!"

Ye Lin agreed immediately; it's not easy to get a top-tier thug for free.

"But Master Wuchen, can you make a Dao oath first? Or swear to your Buddha Lord that besides helping me do three things, no matter what happens, you cannot harm me or those around me, whether it's you taking action yourself or letting others take action on your behalf, it's not allowed!"

Wuchen frowned slightly; although he didn't know why Ye Lin wanted to make such a strange request, Wuchen was anxious to know about Fanxiu at this moment and couldn't care about thinking that much, so he agreed directly.

After all, the matter of his senior brother Fanxiu had almost become an obsession in his heart.

Seeing Wuchen finish swearing, Ye Lin felt relieved and revealed a kind smile.

"Master Fanxin is indeed straightforward; since that's the case, then I'll sing you a song!"

Ye Lin cleared his throat and sang loudly.

"The Fanxiu I saw, very stylish."

"He wanted to be a god, strength not bad."

"As a result, careless, kicked away by someone, staying in the septic tank."

"That day's Fanxiu, shouting loudly."

"That day's Fanxiu, eating loudly."

"Whole body soaked in, feces water."

"Stench smoked the eyes, tears streaming."

"This mouthful of evil Qi, truly hard to bear, self-destructing to shine."

"To this day, the feces flowers that burst open, still shining!"