roccoschili Chapter 1450: 122: Witnessing the Treasure's Radiance
Chapter 1450: 122: Witnessing the Treasure's Radiance
Chapter 1450: Chapter 122: Witnessing the Treasure’s RadianceThe delicate little monk’s tears fell like rain, while Jiang Wang stood silently beside him for a long time.
Jing Li felt lost on his own for a long time, forcing a smile in front of others, maintaining a dignified appearance for the believers. Finally running into his little apprentice brother, he couldn’t hold back anymore, overcome by sudden sadness.
And Jiang Wang was just thinking… with such a dramatic gasp while talking, yet still thriving to this day, he truly is blessed with deep fortune,
Jing Li cried for a long time, cried very sadly, but noticed his junior brother remained expressionless.
Unable to hold back, he pursed his lips and said, “Little brother, why aren’t you sad?”
Jiang Wang replied quietly, “You told me a piece of news delayed by more than half a month while crying, it’s really hard for me to feel sad.”
Old monk Ku Jue left the mountain gate to save him, and truthfully, this touched him, otherwise he wouldn’t have thought to contact Ku Jue first after getting free. But that was already in August…
“Has that much time already passed?” Jing Li sniffled and said, “But I still feel so sad…”
Jiang Wang asked, “What are you saddest about?”
Jing Li pursed his lips again, “I don’t have a master anymore!”
“Master Ku Jue left the mountain gate, does that mean you won’t recognize him anymore?” Jiang Wang asked.
“I do.” Jing Li blinked.
Tears washed his eyes clear, with pearls of tears still lightly trembling on his eyelashes.
He truly seemed like a pitiful little monk.
Jiang Wang sighed, “Then don’t you still have a master?”
Jing Li frowned in thought, suddenly relaxed and smiled, “Right!”
Jiang Wang felt quite weary, but seeing him smile, somehow, he also felt happy.
“Do you have a way to contact your master?” he asked, “I have something to discuss with him.”
“I do! There’s a secret way to contact him!” Jing Li nodded vigorously.
Then he grabbed Jiang Wang’s hand, “Little brother, come with me.”
At that moment, he also assumed the demeanor of a senior brother, flying ahead, cutting through the wind to lead the way.
Jiang Wang wanted to say, couldn’t you stop calling me brother, but he knew it was useless to say anything, so he remained silent, following him.
The two quickly flew to a barren small hill, with only a broken temple on its peak.
Landing on the hilltop, Jing Li cheerfully said, “Brother, we’re home!”
Home?
The word indeed is quite touching.
Looking at the broken temple proudly standing in the wind on the hill, Jiang Wang didn’t know what to say.
“This is the Three Treasures Mountain!” Jing Li said, pulling Jiang Wang into the broken temple, “Come with me, brother.”
Jiang Wang looked around, genuinely unable to see where the “treasure” of this little hill was. Three treasures? It clearly had none.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wang paused for a moment. Suddenly, he realized, Ku Jue, Jing Li, and himself, just happened to be three people. Could these three treasures be…
He grimaced, feeling a chill run through him.
The hill was indeed small, and after a quick glance, he had already been dragged into the broken temple by Jing Li.
The small broken temple had both a front and a back hall.
Jing Li led him around the inside and out, enthusiastically giving an introduction.
The front hall housed a wooden Buddha statue with its face already blurred, with no incense to speak of.
In the back hall, there was only a wooden bed, nothing else.
“Come, sit!” Jing Li patted the wooden bed, invitingly said.
“Uh, no need,” Jiang Wang said, “Let’s contact Master Ku Jue first, he’s out there… having a tough time.”
Jing Li had always cared deeply for his master. Upon hearing this, he immediately stood up, first making a ‘shh’ gesture to Jiang Wang, and whispered, “Don’t make any noise.”
Jiang Wang expressed his doubt with his eyes.
Jing Li whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “He…has left…the Hanging Monastery, we…contact…him, must be sneaky…a bit…”
Truly sneaky enough!
Jiang Wang was speechless.
You with your shiny bald head, swaggering around to look for me, loudly calling little brother, how sneaky can you really be?
If I hadn’t stopped you at that moment, everyone at the Hanging Monastery might have already known I was here!
Jing Li, however, paid no mind, and after warning his little brother, he lifted the bed plank.
Behind that bed plank, a circle of intricate array patterns were carved. Once revealed, phantom images swayed, resembling a dragon or an elephant.
Jing Li got serious, instantly appearing dignified. With his right hand, he formed the Dharma Seal, radiating a precious light, then directly pressed it onto the spot.
In the middle of the circle of patterns, the precious light resembled water, rippling outwards in rings.
Is this the so-called “secret method of contact”?
Right under the bed plank?
Jiang Wang found himself becoming harder to surprise when facing Jing Li.
In a certain sense, hiding it behind the bed plank of this barren hill’s broken temple was indeed considered secretive.
Jiang Wang was still silently thinking of excuses for Jing Li when a voice had already sounded, “What’s going on?”
The voice of Ku Jue!
He saw that the precious light on the bed plank had condensed into a circular mirror, reflecting the face of the yellow-faced old monk.
He seemed to be sitting atop a mountain peak, with a tree beside him, looking very spirited, nonchalantly saying, “I’m looking for your brother! Quite busy!”
Pause, then asked, “After I left the mountain gate, did those old baldies give you a hard time?”
Due to the perspective, he hadn’t noticed Jiang Wang beside him, just glancing over his beloved disciple Jing Li.
Jiang Wang could see him, could see the weariness he could not hide between his brows.
“Old… no, they didn’t,” Jing Li said, “A few little baldies gave some trouble.”
“Outrageous!” The yellow-faced old monk in the precious light mirror glared, “What did you do to them?”
Jing Li monk grinned, “All have been bagged and clubbed!”
“Good! A disciple with wisdom!” Ku Jue loudly praised, “Worthy to be my good pupil!”
Jing Li monk first laughed, then pursed his lips, “But didn’t you say you don’t want me anymore?”
“Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about!?” The yellow-faced old monk glared at him and said, “Let me ask you, in the entire Hanging Monastery, who is the most heroic and wise, who is the most revered and respected?”
Jing Li monk hesitated, “…Master?”
“Be confident, drop the questioning tone!” The yellow-faced old monk spat as he spoke, “You just spoke a fact!”
At this point, Jing Li monk had completely forgotten about his brother’s matters, obediently uttering an “Oh.”
The yellow-faced old monk let out a long sigh, a face full of worry, “Ah, your master is so brilliant, if he didn’t leave, how could you compete for the abbot position in the future? With what can you compare to your master? From head to foot, you can’t match, understand?”
Jing Li shook his head, “Not really.”
“Silly child, your master did all this for you, to leave the position of the next abbot to you, he had no choice but to leave the mountain gate. Among all his disciples, you’re the one he cares for the most. You must remember your master’s goodness, understood? In the future, as the abbot, honor him more! Steal… arrange a few more Shariputra for me!”
The old monk exaggerated too much in deceiving the little monk.
Jiang Wang really couldn’t listen anymore, the most crucial thing being, the old and young bald duo were chatting so intently, when would they