Chapter 615: The Wonderful Monk

Amidst a sea of green, a young monk dressed in a moon-white Buddhist robe sat upright. A string of plain, unremarkable prayer beads hung around his neck, and he was holding a book, his eyes fixed upon it without wavering.

The white monk's robe spread out across the grass; the plain clothes and white socks were spotless, as if he had just descended from the clouds above the nine heavens.

Suddenly, the sound of wind whistled, and a vermilion jade ribbon tore through the air. Its entire body was a pale amber color, nearly transparent, emitting streaks of red mist; one look was enough to tell it was a treasure of the immortals.

The Amber Vermilion Silk headed straight for the white-clad monk, whipping up a great gust of wind that stung his face. Just as it was about to strike the monk, for some unknown reason, it brushed past him instead.

The Amber Vermilion Silk paused slightly, then immediately took to the air again, twisting and changing like a dragon, as if it were a living creature. A radius of ten zhang was shrouded in a faint red glow.

Yet, no matter how the jade ribbon changed, it could never touch that white robe. From beginning to end, the white-clad monk seemed to be merely looking down at his book, unaffected by any changes in the outside world.

Suddenly.

The sky full of red glow dissipated.

The end of the red ribbon was caught by a slender, flawless hand.

The white-clad monk grabbed the red ribbon and sighed softly, "Ling'er, can't you be quiet for a moment?" His voice was clear and moving; though they were just plain words, they sounded like pearls falling onto a jade plate, filled with a stirring attraction.

"I don't want to. What's so good about books?"

The other end of the red ribbon was in the hands of a little girl.

She wore a goose-yellow dress. Her fair, oval face, paired with those large, distinct black-and-white eyes, looked watery, lively, and cute, yet carried a hint of charm. Her fine, pearly teeth bit her cherry lips as if she wanted to throw a tantrum, but anyone could see it was a feigned pout.

The white-clad monk released the red ribbon, closed his book, and patted the grass beside him, his tone gentle: "Alright, sit down nicely. I won't read anymore; keep me company and soak up the sun."

"I don't want to go over, I don't want to sit down, I don't want to soak up the sun..." She bit her lip. While saying "I definitely won't go over," she had already walked to the white-clad monk's side; while saying "I don't want to sit down," she had already sat down; and while saying "I don't want to soak up the sun," she was already stretching under the warm sunlight.

"I was just a little tired from standing."

Seeming to feel the other's gaze, which felt almost tangible, Tian Ling'er's pretty face flushed with heat. But being headstrong by nature, she bit her lip and turned to glare at him.

Instantly, their eyes met.

Tian Ling'er saw a face that, while slightly youthful, could absolutely be called peerlessly handsome and transcendent.

When this face had no expression, it gave people a sense of dignity and solemnity, like a God or Buddha sitting on a shrine, indifferently looking down upon all living things, yet faintly revealing a trace of compassion and love. But as soon as he smiled, that smile was like a warm spring breeze blowing across the earth, melting ice and snow, with grass growing and orioles flying.

Now, a faint smile overflowed on this handsome and elegant face.

This trace of a smile also rippled through Tian Ling'er's heart. That bit of annoyance also melted away into nothingness: "You, how were you able to catch my 'Amber Vermilion Silk' with your hand?"

Tian Ling'er's heart pounded like a deer, and even her white-jade-like skin, fairer than frost and snow, revealed a faint pink. She hurriedly found a topic to avoid the other seeing her true feelings.

However, this topic was indeed where the doubt in her heart lay.

Although she was young, she was gifted. She had already cultivated the "Taiji Profound Clarity Path" to the fourth level of the Jade Purity Realm and could control objects with Taiji Primordial Qi. Among all the young disciples of Dazhu Peak, besides the eldest senior brother, only Tian Ling'er could do this. Furthermore, Tian Ling'er's treasure was no ordinary object; it was the famous treasure her mother Su Ru used in her youth, possessing boundless miraculous uses and immense power. Even within the Qingyun Sect, it was a renowned immortal treasure.

In battles between cultivators, they almost always relied on treasures to contend with one another, and their reliance on treasures was immense. The white-clad monk catching a treasure with his bare hand almost shattered Tian Ling'er's understanding.

The white-clad monk held one palm upright before his chest and smiled slightly: "The Buddha says, it cannot be spoken."

In those bright eyes, a trace of confusion also flashed slightly.

Just as the rumors from the outside world said, the "White-Clad Wonderful Monk" Puzhen before her had once encountered some mishap and lost his memory, remembering only that he was called 'Yu Liancheng'.

And as these two years passed, besides the name "Yu Liancheng," he had recovered some more memories.

In those memories, there was no lack of flashing blades and swords, fine wine, and beautiful women. But what left the deepest impression was a cultivation technique called the "Return Treasury Scripture."

This technique cultivated Guizang True Qi and could be further divided into the Gui Cang Nine Paths, each representing a powerful way of cultivation. In his current memory, however, there were only the Myriad Phenomena Path and the Heaven-Shaking Path.

Among them, the Myriad Phenomena Path included the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth, including fire, thunder, wind, and rain, all for his own use, somewhat similar to the Qingyun Sect's Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula.

The Heaven-Shaking Path was a body-refining technique, encompassing everything from fists and feet to legs and fingers.

And the casual grab from before had used a method from the Heaven-Shaking Path.

"Stingy, if you won't say it, then don't."

Tian Ling'er grumbled and tugged at Yu Liancheng's moon-white Buddhist robe: "Tell me a story. It can't be scary, and don't tell those obscure ones from the Buddhist scriptures; I don't understand them."

"Very well!" The white-clad monk smiled slightly and began to speak casually. Although they were all stale stories from his hazy memories, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl listened with great interest and was completely absorbed. It was just that these stories mostly ended in tragedy, and when she heard the moving parts, Tian Ling'er was even more tearful, rubbing her tears onto the monk's body.

And this scene happened to be seen by Tian Buyi, who had rushed over because he was worried about his daughter's safety. He almost drew his treasure "Crimson Flame" to behead this white-clad lecherous monk. Fortunately, Su Ru, who was at his side, was quick-witted and stopped him. Later, after some explanation, Tian Buyi was still huffing and puffing, but his attitude softened.

It was just that the previous atmosphere had been swept away, and since it was already late, the couple Tian Buyi took the reluctant Tian Ling'er and said their goodbyes.

Tongtian Peak.

The head of the Seven Peaks of the Qingyun Sect, the main peak of Qingyun Mountain. Where the Sect Leader resides, the peak towers into the sky, standing proudly as if leading to the blue heavens.

The main hall, "Yuqing Hall," is located at the summit.

Besides Yuqing Hall, the Library Pavilion is also located here.

As the world's number one cultivation sect, the Qingyun Sect, with its history of thousands of years, had a collection of books that could be described as vast as the sea, even excluding those related to cultivation.

After parting with Tian Ling'er, the "White-Clad Wonderful Monk" Yu Liancheng, dressed in a moon-white Buddhist robe, came to the Library Pavilion, one to return books and two to borrow them.

After borrowing the books, the white-clad monk did not rush to leave. His gaze swept toward Tongtian Peak, taking in the scenery of this head of the Seven Peaks.

He saw a huge square not far away, with white jade railings and constant immortal energy. In the center of the square were nine large bronze tripods, placed in groups of three, with clouds and mist steaming upward.

From time to time, a few auspicious cranes would fly past with long cries, circling in the air and refusing to leave, like an immortal realm, making one feel reverence.

At the end of the square was a stone bridge that rose into the air, one end resting on the square and extending straight upward into the depths of the white clouds, like a flood dragon leaping to the sky, its momentum isolated and absolute. Listening quietly, the sound of faint flowing water could be heard.

At this time, the setting sun shone, and the entire bridge emitted a magnificent seven-colored glow, like a rainbow from the horizon falling into the human world, colorful and brilliant.

The white-clad monk turned his head, his snow-white monk's robe fluttering up, edged with a layer of golden red, and smiled: "Such beautiful scenery, I wish to play a tune on the zither, may I?"

The Elder with white beard and hair smiled: "I have long heard that the White-Clad Wonderful Monk's zither skills are superb. To be able to listen to an immortal melody today is my honor."

Thus, as the sun set, the elegant, ancient melody echoed leisurely, never-ending.

Such wonderful music naturally did not lack an audience. Coupled with the fact that the Tongtian Peak lineage had many people, far exceeding the other six peaks, before long, a circle of disciples surrounded the area, yet they all remained quiet, stopping to listen, intoxicated.

And besides the Tongtian Peak lineage, Master Shuiyue of the Xiaozhu Peak lineage happened to be leading her disciples to Tongtian Peak for business, and seeing this scene before her, she could not help but be amazed.

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