Explosive Little Fox Immortal: Little Monk, Don't Run

He is a highly revered monk who has undergone numerous reincarnations and arduous cultivation throughout his lives. She is a descendant of the Nine-Tailed Fox clan, one of the ancient mythical beas...

Chapter 343 Glass is not a gemstone, she is...

This is a tall mountain with lush vegetation. Liuli stood at the end of a path among many meditation rooms. She looked into the distance with blank eyes and saw a young monk in gray robes leading a little monk who was only three or four years old. They were walking slowly towards her.

Liuli glanced at the young monk and recognized him as Shi Ning. Then she turned her gaze away and fixed it on the little monk.

The young monk wore a slightly oversized grey robe, the sleeves of which were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his chubby arms. His face was fair and delicate, his lips rosy, and when he smiled, his teeth, not yet fully grown, were visible. He had large, bright eyes that held a wisdom and world-weariness far beyond his years.

Liuli stared intently at the little monk, slowly realizing that he must be her Bailing. His adorable appearance was the one she had missed.

Shi Ning led the little monk slowly forward. The little monk's face was full of deep thought. As they walked forward step by step, he suddenly blurted out in a childish voice, "Liuli..."

Shi Ning didn't hear what the little monk said at first. He looked down at the little monk and saw that his little face showed a thoughtful and confused expression.

Shi Ning asked in confusion, "Shi Chan, what did you say?"

"Hmm... Liuli." The little monk looked up at Shi Ning, his face still full of confusion, and said in a childish voice, "Senior brother, I feel like the words 'Liuli' are so familiar, so familiar..."

Shi Ning smiled gently and said, "When Master was explaining the scriptures to you just now, he mentioned lapis lazuli. Didn't Master say that it is one of the seven treasures of Buddhism?"

The little monk frowned slightly, pouted, and said with a puzzled expression, "No, it's not one of the Seven Treasures. Glass isn't a gemstone; it's...it's..."

After waiting a while and seeing that he couldn't come up with a coherent explanation, Shi Ning shook his head and smiled gently.

Liuli remained motionless, while Shi Ning, holding the little monk's hand, slowly approached. Her gaze towards the little monk was filled with longing. As he slowly walked closer, she unconsciously bent down, opened her arms, and waited for him to come to her. Then she tightened her arms to pick him up.

However, she didn't manage to hug anything.

Shi Ning led the little monk through Liu Li's body, while Liu Li bent over and hugged her own arms.

"Bailing..." Two lines of tears slid silently down her cheeks. Liuli choked out, "My Bailing..."

"Fox."

A gentle voice suddenly came from in front of Liuli. She immediately stood up straight and looked up in surprise. She saw a middle-aged monk standing about ten feet away from her.

He clasped his hands together, his gaze towards her was unusually gentle, a faint smile on his lips, and said softly, "Just now, I saw in your memory that you have been missing Bai Ling ever since he was taken away. So here, you can see how he grew up."

Liuli stared blankly at the monk, at the figure most deeply etched in her memory. Just as she was about to say something, the monk suddenly vanished.

Immediately afterwards, her vision blurred, and the scene changed again.

It seemed to be the morning prayer time at Bodhi Temple. The Buddha hall was filled with monks standing in neat rows, and a little monk of three or four years old stood beside Shi Ning, chanting scriptures in unison with all the other monks. His voice was childish but exceptionally loud, and he recited the scriptures fluently, without a single mistake.

At that moment, Shi Ning looked down at him in surprise, his eyes filled with admiration.

The scenes around Liuli changed again and again. She looked at the little monk in each scene with a bewildered gaze, watching him grow up little by little, changing his appearance bit by bit, until he grew to be twenty years old, a tall and thin young man. His face was thin, his eyes were bright and spirited, his eyebrows were gentle, and a smile was on his lips.

This is exactly how she looked when she first met him.

As Liuli watched until this point, it was as if she had grown up alongside her Bailing. She saw all of Bailing's growth that she had missed, his kindness and gentleness, his familiarity with and affinity for Buddhism, and finally understood that he was born to enter the Buddhist order.