Chapter 117 Luo Chuan, can you please persuade Lian Zhuo and Wen Jin not to fight?
Buddhist sect, Brahma Sound Pavilion.
As the Bodhi seed on his wrist was reversed, Lian Zhuo opened his eyes beneath the lotus platform. The morning light streamed through the window lattice, casting fine spots of light on his snow-white robe.
He lightly touched the void with half an inch of Buddha's light at his fingertips, and the sandalwood incense broke and fell into the lotus cup, and the mist rose up and turned into a water mirror.
"Lian Zhuo, it's been a long time." Mo Ziyan's gentle voice rang out from the water mirror. The young man in the blue robe was standing at the back of the Spirit Sword Sect. He was about to continue speaking when he was interrupted by the girl beside him, "Hey, Senior Brother Ziyan, get to the point!"
A girl in red rushed into the frame, shouting, "Lian Zhuo, I have news about Hua Li!"
The eternal lamp on the lotus platform moved swiftly without wind. Lian Zhuo slowly raised her eyes, "Where?"
After their brief encounter in Sunset City, Lian Zhuo lost track of Hua Li again. He and the Demon Lord were both severely injured, and he had hoped to find clues using the Heart-Connecting Bracelet, but was instead overwhelmed by a powerful aura.
When they finally found Baiwang Village, it was already deserted.
Only a family of three remained, desperately begging when they saw him. Lian Zhuo had no intention of lingering, but he learned from the family that Hua Li and another man and woman had destroyed all the fields and crops in their village.
Lian Zhuo frowned slightly, and after a few words, she guessed that it was Tang Wanwan and Mo Ziyan.
As for the so-called damage to the fields, the Buddhist monk, thinking of the girl's bright and clear almond eyes, did not believe a single word of it.
As the seven- or eight-year-old boy picked up a stone and threw it at his parents, Lian Zhuo tore open space and stepped into the Spirit Sword Sect.
"Don't worry, it's my dad! My dad received a message from the Tower Spirit saying that it and Huali will be going to the soon-to-open Prelude Dream Realm."
As the biggest fan of Lian Zhuo and Hua Li's pairing, Tang Wanwan immediately urged Mo Ziyan to contact Lian Zhuo the moment she heard the news, "There are only a dozen days left before the opening of the secret realm, they should be arriving at the Spirit Sword Sect soon."
The location of the Prelude Dream Realm is different each time it opens, and this time it happens to be in the Ruins of the Spirit Sword Sect.
Lian Zhuo's fingers, which were holding the Bodhi beads, suddenly curled up. The lotus mark between his brows glowed red for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it. Swallowing the metallic taste rising in his throat, Lian Zhuo nodded, "Thank you."
The light from the shattered water mirror trembled between the Buddha's eyelashes as he ran his fingers across his forehead.
The pear blossoms on the altar are in full bloom, and now they are tall and graceful.
The moment the fingertips touched the petals, the entire pear tree suddenly shone with a moonlit glow, and the Sanskrit characters floating on the lotus-snow-white robe resonated with the petals at that moment.
The usually calm and self-disciplined Buddhist saint now had a burning, unwavering determination in his eyes.
"This time, I will not let you down."
The moment Lian Zhuo stepped out of the Spirit Platform, she was already in the Enlightenment Hall. "Uncle-Master, this time's Prelude Dream Realm..."
“Amitabha Buddha, this is all arranged by the Buddha.”
*
As the sun sets in the city, the fading rays of the setting sun, like a piece of extinguished ember, are imprinted on Wen Jin's brow bone.
He leaned against a pillar, his dark robe trailing on the stone steps. The roses in the courtyard were in full bloom. The Demon Lord reached out and grasped one of the flowers. The moment the thorn pierced his palm, blood trickled down his wrist.
As the sun set for the eleventh time, a dark glint flashed in Wen Jin's eyes.
"Our lord is looking at flowers again." Tuowu sighed. "We've practically turned the entire Holy Capital and Demon Realm upside down, but we still can't find him."
"I just got back from the Demon Realm and now the Secret Realm is about to open. If you ask me, I'd rather not go. There's no one I absolutely need to see."
Xi Wu looked at him, "The Secret Realm Trials represent the young blood of all races. If the Lord doesn't go, how can the Demon Clan establish its authority?"
Tuowu scratched his head, "But not only does the master tear through space every day, he also forcibly opens the Nine Luminaries Destiny Star every night to find people by using blood as a pact. How much blood will be enough to bleed at this rate?"
"I heard from Zhang Dezhu that eating pig liver can replenish blood. Do you think I should go and bring two pigs over?"
Xi Wu stared at him with dead fish eyes, "I advise you not to go."
Tuowu: "Why? Are you afraid that if I do well, it will affect your promotion?"
Xiwu: "Then go ahead." You can't persuade a suicidal person with kind words.
The moment the blood dripped onto the petals, the entire rose bush trembled as if on the verge of death.
Since the day Huali left, the rose was already on the verge of withering, and it has only been able to bloom until now thanks to Wen Jin's daily nourishment with his blood.
The image of the girl running towards him from under the tree made Wen Jin feel as if his heart had been ripped open, and a cold wind rushed in through the opening, causing a dull pain in his ribs.
The next second, the Demon Lord suddenly closed his five fingers, and the moment the flower thorn pierced his palm, the entire Sunset City trembled and foamed with blood.
Wen Jin's pale golden pupils burned with a fire hotter than the twilight, and his hunched spine resembled a string about to snap in the setting sun. Suddenly, he murmured softly.
"Rosewood..."
"Rosewood..."
*
"Huali, what do you think of this?" Xiaota excitedly put on the red short jacket. "It's made of red bird feathers, and it's impervious to water and fire."
In just a day and a half, he had already forgotten about the breakup.
Huali couldn't understand why a divine tower would care about whether it was impervious to water and fire, but that didn't stop her from praising the child, so she immediately gave a thumbs up, "Beautiful!"
Xiao Ta smiled smugly, then turned and ran to Zhao Heng's side to continue rummaging through the three-tenths of the spiritual treasures that he and Zhao Heng had combined.
The Dream Realm will appear in seventeen days. They left the Witch Clan yesterday after taking their things.
Hua Li had assumed that with Luo Chuan's current Tribulation Transcending stage cultivation, he could fly to the Spirit Sword Sect in no time with her. But to her surprise, Luo Chuan refused as soon as she mentioned it, saying that his Chaos Beast body had not yet recovered.
Huali asked suspiciously, "Then you..."
Luo Chuan blinked and sighed, "My natal sword, the Spine Worm, is shattered~"
Feeling a bit sympathetic, Huali nodded. Her own cards were broken too, and thinking about it that way offered some comfort.
But what's giving Huali a headache now is that this secret realm trial still involves all that bureaucratic stuff.
Those who are well-known and established can directly register and get in, but for a rogue cultivator like her, she has to go through trials to secure one of the few available spots.
She had considered using connections, but the Spirit Sword Sect was all sword cultivators, and she didn't even have a sword, so how could she join?
The people in the Holy Capital Demon Realm are all demon cultivators; they are of a different race.
The only places she could still make connections with were Sunset City and the Buddhist sect.
These two places, one a monk and the other a demonic cultivator, are neither good places to go.
Listening to Hua Li's mutterings, Ao Bai felt it was necessary to remind his host what he was about to face.
"Host, you might see a lot of old acquaintances when you go back to the Spirit Sword Sect, like Lian Zhuo and Wen Jin. Have you decided who you want to see?"
Hua Li blinked. "What's there to think about? Let's meet together." Since all her friends were together, including Tang Wanwan and Mo Ziyan, she could also introduce Zhao Heng to Rong Xing.
Ao Bai gasped, "You mean Lian Zhuo, Wen Jin, and Luo Chuan together?" He swallowed hard. "Do you want to hear what you're saying?"
Hua Li was startled by Ao Bai's sweaty appearance, and a lightbulb went off in her head, "Right, Lian Zhuo and Wen Jin seem to have different auras. They almost got into a fight the last time they met."
Ao Bai: "It's good that you know, but try to keep it quiet..."
Before she could finish speaking, Huali had already come up with a brilliant idea.
She turned to Luo Chuan, who was communicating with the water mirror, and waved, "Luo Chuan, aren't we good brothers who have gone through thick and thin together?"
Luo Chuan: "?"
Huali continued, "Then I have a favor to ask you. Do you remember Lian Zhuo and Wen Jin, whom I met in Sunset City last time?"
Upon instantly encountering this unfortunate creature's bizarre thought process, Ao Bai almost screamed out loud!!! No!!! Don't say it!!! Please stop!!!
"When we encounter them at the Spirit Sword Sect, could you please persuade them not to fight?"
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