Bai Yiqing didn't react much to the prophecy, as if it was just a boring test to him.
"The hexagram indicates that Lover's Lake is a place that can break the calamity. A single prophecy obviously cannot achieve this."
Xie Lan thought for a moment and asked, "Could it be that this monster has another purpose?"
Bai Yiqing looked at the sleeping Immortal, who had collapsed into a puddle of mud. He didn't respond for a moment, then slowly spoke, "I will stay in the Buddhist sect for two more days under the pretext of recuperating from my injuries."
Xie Lan's eyes widened slightly: "Are you going to ask the Buddha for advice?"
Buddhist disciples were once considered the world's wisest people, and each generation of them shouldered the responsibility for the rise and fall of Buddhism. All important decisions were made by Buddhist disciples.
Bai Yiqing: "If nothing else is achieved, this will be a way out."
"That's a good idea," Xie Lan said, trying to get him to face reality. "But meeting a Buddhist disciple is no easy task."
Even for the current leader of Buddhism, it is difficult to meet Buddhist disciples.
Bai Yiqing glanced at Fang Shan.
Xie Lan swallowed his saliva and had a bold idea: "Could it be that he wants him to use his magic to lure the Buddhist disciple down the mountain?"
"Don't speak nonsense in a Buddhist holy place," Bai Yiqing said calmly, "This is a test of the Buddha's heart. How can it be considered seduction?"
Xie Lan: “…”
You were clearly not like this before.
Thinking about the prophecy again, he suddenly felt it was extremely real.
The Buddhist sect was known for its generosity and offered no objection to Bai Yiqing's request to stay a few days longer. Several core disciples who had been defeated would occasionally seek advice, and Bai Yiqing took them seriously, earning him considerable favor.
In such calmness, Xie Lan seemed to have a glimpse of an impending storm.
At this moment, Fang Shan's expression was also like the calm before the storm.
But his calmness was still a long way from the breaking point.
Wei Sushen almost never puts down his books in his spare time. He has recently been fond of reading Buddhist scriptures, which made the system worry that he would become a monk.
Feeling the burning gaze on him, Wei Sushen put down his book and looked over: "What can I do for you?"
Fang Shan shook his head and asked simply, "What did the book tell you?"
"The discussion about the true self and the ego is quite interesting," Wei Sushen suddenly asked. "If you were to foresee that you would one day be able to go back in time, what would you do?"
Fang Shan said without hesitation: "Bury more treasures."
“…”
In the sudden silence, Fang Shan continued, "I originally thought of this as a treasure hunt."
In his plan, when he traveled through time, his previous incarnation was already in love with the evil god, and he could make a fortune by taking advantage of the other party's unrepentant devotion to him.
However, the fact is, let alone becoming a god, Bai Yiqing should have been devastated by the encounter with himself.
After a night of thinking, he still couldn't find any more possibilities in Bumie, so seducing the Buddhist disciple was put on the agenda.
The next day, Fang Shan looked radiant, wearing a scarlet long dress and a veil covering her face. There was no trace of reluctance in her eyes.
The system enjoys enhancing its own beauty.
Xie Lan looked at his slender figure and veiled face and felt that he looked very familiar.
Wei Sushen cruelly reminded: "Immortal."
Xie Lan was shocked. Wasn't it just like the prophecy about the future in Immortality?
Bai Yiqing on the side seemed to be thinking: "It turns out that there is some truth to it."
Xie Lan seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. In his fantasy, the immortal picture represented a touching love story in the future. Looking at Fang Shan, tears almost burst out.
Unfortunately, the latter did not face his despair and asked about the whereabouts of the Buddha's son.
The Buddhist community is quiet everywhere, and the place where Buddhist disciples practice is even quieter to the extreme. This invisibly makes things convenient for several people, as they don't have to spend extra effort to avoid the layers of guards.
"After my master returned from Buddhism, he would often mention the Buddha's disciple." Standing outside the wall, Bai Yiqing's eyes were filled with reminiscence. "My master said that he would win a thousand years of eternal glory for Buddhism."
Xie Lan's expression was somewhat strange: "He actually knows how to praise people."
You have to know that the disciples of the Sword Sect were beaten and scolded when they were young.
Fang Shan saved time by taking off the gauze on his clothes, picking up a stone and wrapping it up, ready to let it fly over the high wall and play a game of dropping the handkerchief.
As they were choosing a place, a voice came from inside: "There are many flowers and plants in the yard. They can't bear it if you throw it away."
In the past, Fang Shan didn't believe that there was such a thing as a voice that could cleanse people's souls, but now he had to admit that people who speak are born with a kind of magic.
The old wooden door opened automatically at this moment.
After stepping in, there were several steaming cups of tea on the stone table, the number exactly matching their number.
Xie Lan, who had come to visit unexpectedly, first said a few polite words: "Buddha's disciples are as good as gods in predicting things."
"The word 'god' is not enough to bear the title." The speaker was a handsome monk. Although he looked very young, he was actually over a hundred years old.
Time often settles in a person's eyes. The eyes of a monk are so clear and deep that people dare not even look at them for too long.
After everyone sat down, the monk smiled faintly and said, "When you first arrived, I felt something was unusual."
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Fang Shan always felt that he was looking at himself and Wei Sushen when he spoke. And this sentence, whether interpreted from the first half or the latter, had a certain sense of horror when carefully considered.
Bai Yiqing: "I came here to ask you something."
Monk: "Information about immortality is actually not recorded in some parts of the book."
Xie Lan hissed and communicated with Fang Shan with his eyes... All their actions seemed to be carried out under each other's noses.
Fang Shan was remarkably calm: "Do you know what a God's perspective is?"
Xie Lan looked puzzled when he heard this.
The two of them exchanged a brief, low conversation before quickly focusing their attention on what the Buddha was saying.
"Legend has it that immortality is not something of this world. It can wander between the future and the past in dreams." The Buddhist's smile was very gentle. Even if he said something shocking, it would reduce the waves in the listener's heart.
"Among you, the only one who can draw on this power is him." As soon as the last word fell, the monk's gaze fixed on Wei Sushen.
Fang Shan frowned: "Why?"
"Don't be wary of me, benefactor," the monk said softly, with a good temper, "because he is a rootless person."
Fang Shan and Xie Lan were stunned for a moment, their eyes like knives looking at Wei Sushen below the abdomen.
Bai Yiqing didn't look around at all from beginning to end, and said calmly, "Buddha, do you think he has almost no connection with this world?"
The monk nodded slightly.
Wei Sushen sat upright, his expressionless face as he glanced at Fang Shan from the corner of his eye: "What were you thinking about just now?"
"I miss the rest of your life..." Fang Shan regained his composure and quickly changed his words: "I miss the rest of my life."
Wei Sushen's eyes turned slightly cold, and at the same time he showed a rare smile.
As one of the few normal people, Bai Yiqing looked at Wei Sushen with a bit more speculation: "How should we do it specifically?"
The monk smiled but said nothing.
Fang Shan was very good at observing people's expressions. He stood up and said, "I'll go out for a walk first."
When he reached the door, he said, "If anything happens to him, I will make sure that there will be no peace in the Buddhist community."
The Buddhist disciple was not annoyed, but looked at Wei Sushen with a little surprise: "So he is the one who is in control between you two."
The latter was having a headache because of the system's overbearing and immature tone. Upon hearing this, he looked at her without hesitation and said, "It seems that even Buddhist disciples are not completely pure."
The monk said, "If you want to understand something correctly, you must first face it."
At this moment, Wei Sushen finally understood why the system did not like to deal with people from Buddhism. They could always speak seriously and make people feel sympathetic.
Bai Yiqing quickly got up and left.
Seeing that Xie Lan had no intention of moving, the monk clasped his hands together and said, "Please step aside for the time being."
“…”
Well, he is the most tactless.
The few unfinished cups of tea had already gone cold, and now only Fuzi and Wei Sushen were left sitting here.
The monk pointed to one of the cups of tea and asked, "What do you see?"
Wei Sushen: "Tea."
“…”
When the monk shook his head, Wei Sushen looked into his exceptionally deep pupils. Although the Buddhist disciple always wore a faint smile, his eyes were unexpectedly calm.
For a moment, Wei Sushen actually solved the problem according to Fang Shan's idea: loss of passion is one of the disadvantages of living too long.
The monk seemed to notice that he was distracted, and lowered his head to take a sip of tea. The slight sound brought Wei Sushen back to his senses.
"I am not a person with wisdom, so please tell me what to do."
The monk put down his teacup and said, "Enter the eternal dream."
Wei Sushen did not respond immediately, but looked at him with a very meaningful look: "Buddha's disciples are truly powerful."
How could the monk not hear the hidden doubt and temptation in it? For the first time, those exceptionally attractive eyes were shrouded in confusion: "It's ridiculous to say, this is like the mission of my existence."
He finished his words with a self-deprecating smile: "Even the previous generation of Buddhists did not know about the existence of immortality."
Wei Sushen: "Then how did you know?"
"What a coincidence," the monk said, "It seems like there's divine guidance."
Wei Sushen was silent for a moment: "How to enter the dream?"
Monk: "Let them give you all their immortality, and then sleep with it as a pillow."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
It is difficult to have absolute trust between people. After all, no one can live his life without lying.
So even though the other party was a Buddhist, when Wei Sushen actually fell asleep with the Eternal Pillar as his pillow, Fang Shan and others were watching to prevent any accidents.
Wei Sushen's mental strength was strong enough that he could even breathe evenly under the gaze of everyone.
Fang Shan felt relieved and looked at the Buddhist disciple sitting calmly on the other side: "Where will he go in his dream?"
The monk always spoke in a mysterious way: "It depends on what answer you want to know most."
When Fang Shan frowned, the monk hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to speak: "Bumie's body will retain the last traces of his consciousness before he fell asleep."
Fang Shan gently pushed Wei Sushen's head to the side, and a line of small words appeared on the translucent mirror. He bent over for a long time before he could barely see a few of them: Me, Bai Yiqing, Water.
Xie Lan had the best logical thinking and immediately deduced, "If Bai Yiqing and I fell into the water at the same time, who would Fang Shan save first?"
“…”
The author has something to say: Fang Shan: You are really a genius in logic.
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