There are towering ancient trees in the temple. Occasionally, when a breeze blows, the trees that block out the sun in the temple shake gently, making a sound like waves.
Song Qingbai looked around. The red tiles and white walls were everywhere, and there was a sense of piety and peace. Curls of green smoke could be seen everywhere.
As Shen Rangchen walked along, many monks stopped to greet him. It seemed that Shen Rangchen came here often.
Song Qingbai lowered his eyes to look at the hand that was being held, then glanced at Ci'en who was catching up with him.
As if he had noticed Shen Rangchen's displeasure, Ci'en just walked in front to lead the way, and did not say a few more words to Song Qingbai.
"Donor Shen, Master Bukong has been waiting for you in the meditation room for a long time."
The three of them stopped beside a courtyard, and Ci'en walked up to the disciple guarding the gate and greeted him.
The monk who looked younger walked over directly, but only bowed to Shen Rangchen.
"Thank you so much."
Shen Rangchen nodded slightly. He was originally the prince of the Shen family and his status was extraordinary. The Tianyin Temple was built not far from the imperial mausoleum.
When Tianyin Temple was first built, it was only able to survive thanks to the support of the Shen royal family. What's more, there were also royal family members of the previous generation who practiced meditation and passed away here.
Tianyin Temple was grateful to the Shen royal family and did not leave even after their fame grew. Instead, it used Buddhism to help the Shen royal family resolve many of their resentments.
And protect the fortune of the Shen royal family and ensure the immortality of the royal family.
The relationship between the two is close and extremely secretive. Even in the entire Shenwu Continent, few people know about it.
"Donor Shen, please come this way."
The monk opened the door and wanted to invite Shen Rangchen in. It was obvious that he had been holding Song Qingbai's hand, so he opened his mouth and added another sentence.
"Wait a minute, this female donor, please wait in the side room for a moment. Master Bukong only said to see donor Shen first."
"this..."
Shen Rangchen frowned slightly and was about to refuse, but his hand was held tighter by Song Qingbai.
"Second Brother, I'm sure Master Bukong has something important to discuss with you. I see that Tianyin Temple has a long history and beautiful scenery. It's a good opportunity to visit and pay your respects to the Buddha. Once you've discussed it, come find me."
The reason why Song Qingbai said this was because the system suddenly reminded him that there was the aura of Lu Qianyin and Fang Jingzhi here. Although it was very weak, it was certain.
Thinking of Lu Qianyin and Fang Jingzhi appearing at the same time, Song Qingbai felt a little uneasy. It was just right that she could avoid everyone and search in Tianyin Temple herself.
"Don't worry, Donor Shen! Donor Song is very safe here, and I am here with her personally! After you have discussed things with Master Bukong, I will bring her back to find you, okay?"
Seeing that Chen Rangchen was still hesitant, Ci'en smiled and assured again.
"Little Junior Sister, don't go too far. I'll be out in a moment. If you want to take a good look at Tianyin Temple, I can stay here with you for a while after everything is settled..."
Chen Rangchen did not respond to Ci'en's words, but only gave Song Qingbai a few more instructions.
"Second Brother, business is more important. With my level of cultivation, it would be difficult for others to harm me. I'm just strolling around, so don't worry too much."
Song Qingbai spoke slowly with a smile on his face.
"Xiao Ci'en, why don't you lead the way?"
"Okay, Donor Song."
Song Qingbai followed Ci'en with brisk steps. Chen Rangchen was still worried and quietly cast a spell to condense, and a small spirit butterfly also followed.
"Amitabha, please, Mr. Shen."
"good."
The Zen room is quiet, with only the sound of wooden fish.
Chen Rangchen walked in slowly and saw Master Bukong chanting with his eyes closed. He did not interrupt him, but sat quietly on a chair beside him.
After a while, the sound of the wooden fish stopped and Master Bukong opened his eyes.
“Amitabha, Mr. Shen has been waiting for a long time.”
"It is my great honor to listen to Master Amoghavajra chanting. How can I say I've been waiting for so long?"
Master Bukong had kind eyes and a calm expression, and he looked like a highly accomplished monk. Even Shen Rangchen treated him with great respect and courtesy.
"Please take a seat!"
"yes."
After a brief greeting, the two sat cross-legged facing each other.
"Master Bukong has turned much paler. Could it be because of that evil sword?"
"The barrier is about to break. These days, I have used my spiritual power and Buddhist teachings to bless it, but I can only seal it temporarily. Donor Shen has returned this time, so he must have found someone who can seal the evil sword."
Master Bukong held the Buddhist beads in his hand and his eyes fell on Shen Rangchen with full of affirmation.
"Master Bukong, let me ask, does the one who seals the evil sword need to be the one who bears the sword bone?"
"The person who set up the sealing barrier back then was Song Changfeng, the leader of the Qingyun Sword Sect. He had great cultivation.
He was not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also in setting up formations. The evil sword was too violent. Therefore, Song Qingfeng used the righteousness of his own sword bones to suppress the evil spirit of the sword spirit and set up a sealing formation.
Originally, there was no need to remove the sword bone. All that was needed was to use the sword bone's righteousness to suppress it every two years. Unfortunately..."
"It's a pity that Song Changfeng has been missing for a long time. But Master Bukong just said that there is no need to remove the sword bone, and we can just use the sword bone's righteousness. Is that what he meant?"
Chen Rangchenfeng's eyes were full of anticipation. In the past, Song Qingbai was just a chess piece that could be discarded at any time to him, but now he regards her as more important than his own life.
Sealing the evil sword would be best as long as it doesn't hurt Song Qingbai.
"Don't think too simply, Mr. Shen. Not everyone who carries a sword bone can have righteousness. The righteousness of the sword bone will only appear after reaching the stage of spiritual separation."
Master Bukong sighed softly. He had heard of Song Qingbai, the daughter of Song Changfeng. The news that the Demon Palace had reappeared some time ago and the Demon Palace Master had abducted Song Qingbai's daughter spread throughout the Shenwu Continent. Even everyone in his Tianyin Temple, which was located deep in the mountains, knew about it.
Seeing Shen Rangchen's nervous look, he understood a little more.
"Master Bukong, please think of other ways. My junior sister's cultivation is not high. If we forcibly seal the evil sword, I'm afraid she will lose her life. There is such a catastrophe on the Shenwu Continent, but we can't sacrifice my junior sister!"
Chen Rangchenfeng's eyes were full of worry. Since he had promised to protect Song Qingbai, he could no longer go back on his word.
"It's hard to have the best of both worlds. I understand your concerns, but which is more important, the lives of the people or her? Donor Shen, please think twice!"
Master Bukong suddenly started coughing. His body had been unable to bear the strain of sealing the evil sword for so many years.
Moreover, the resentment of this evil sword is growing stronger day by day. Until today, he is powerless and can only hold on with his own life.
The evil sword today is no longer the same as it was when it was sealed six years ago. It is now hundreds of times stronger. In this case, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to seal it again without taking the sword bone.
"Master Amoghavajra...I..."
Shen Rangchen looked very sad, and he swallowed back a thousand words in his mouth.
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