I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1894

[Chapter 1771: Journey to the West, Search the Desert, and Find No Way to Get to the Buddha Sword]

“No–“

The echo of pain, when it sounded over the desert, was soon blown away by the wind.

The source of the sound was still the hurried figure of the desert lone traveler, an ordinary man in a robe with star patterns.

It is difficult to say what specific features there are in his appearance, but he is holding a bronze mirror in his hand, which is quite distinctive.

In the bronze mirror, there was a scene of the Guishi Tomb in the Southern Region.

“broken.”

I don’t know what I heard or what I thought.

The man in the star-patterned robe put away the bronze mirror, stopped looking at it, and took more resolute steps.

He is incredibly fast.

Even though he didn’t use any magic skills, the desert automatically shrank under his feet, and there was faint starlight falling from the sky.

The man quickly crossed the desert.

There is not only a big desert in the Western Regions, but the desert is the majority of the Western Regions, accounting for 99%.

When you pass through the desert, or find an oasis in the desert, you will be like the man in the star-patterned robe at this moment.

He suddenly took a big step, the scene before his eyes changed, and he walked from the desert into the wasteland.

The gravel is still there, but the barren soil is still visible, and occasionally a few gray-green sprouts can be seen.

After a few more steps, through the barren area, you will arrive at the strange rock area.

There are rugged rocks here and the terrain is starting to become steep. There seems to be greenery not far away, and it seems that if you go up further, there will be a “mountain”.

Mountains represent trees, and trees represent vitality.

Wherever you can see mountains in the Western Regions, most of them are barren and lifeless.

When the man in the star-patterned robe looked up into the distance, he saw a hint of green at the steepest part of the terrain in the distance.

“Buddhist sect…”

He did not pause.

After a few more steps, you will walk from the strange rock area into the deep mountains and old forests.

Streams, forest birds, the fragrance of flowers… If the scenery here is compared with the great desert in the Western Regions, it is like heaven to hell.

When we turned a corner from a secluded path in the forest that few people had ever visited, we saw a small, dilapidated temple ahead.

In front of the temple, there was a sleepy little monk, who looked no more than seven or eight years old. He was leaning on a wooden stick, with his head nodding downward.

“Huh?”

He suddenly woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the people coming to the temple.

“ah!”

The little monk called out.

He pushed the stick away and took two steps but did not run.

Just as his head turned into the temple gate, his feet followed in, and his head turned back again:

“Amitabha, this donor, please wait a moment.”

When his feet were back, he pulled his head back into the temple, and pulled his feet back into the temple with his crutches, shouting as he ran:
“Abbot! There is a happy abbot!”

“There really is someone here, I’ve really waited for someone, come out and take a look, come out and take a look!”

The man in the star-patterned robe had a smile in his eyes, and the scene before him was full of vitality.

There seemed to be quite a few people in the old temple, and there were faint noises of commotion, but no one showed up.

“embarrassed–“

Suddenly, at a certain moment, the crows and birds in the forest flew away in fright, and the leaves in the forest rustled violently.

The mountain road trembled slightly, and there was a thud at the temple gate as if something heavy had fallen. When I looked up, I saw an old monk with a big belly.

The old monk didn’t look bad. He was wearing a red cassock, a long jade necklace around his neck, his earlobes hanging down to the corners of his jaw, and he had a kind face and gentle eyes.

“Amitabha.”

After falling in front of the temple gate and blocking the way, the old monk clasped his hands together, with a look of repentance on his face, and spoke first:

“When a friend comes from afar, we should treat him with tea.”

“However, in the deep mountains and old forests, there is no food or rice. The wood of the temple chairs is either old or withered. I hope you will forgive me and not invite me into the temple. If you have anything to say, you can talk in front of the temple.”

“There may be a pavilion in front of the forest, with simple tea and plain cups, for you to enjoy.”

He pointed in a direction with his hand, then clasped his hands together again, lowered his brows and muttered to himself, “What a sin, what a sin.”

The man in the star-patterned robe smiled when he heard this: “I am indeed a little thirsty. Monks do not lie. Is there really no tea in this temple, old abbot?”

Upon hearing this, the old monk could only sigh.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

At just the right moment in the temple came the sounds of jars breaking and bowls cracking, accompanied by the rustling of grains rolling on the ground, and the suppressed sighs of a crowd.

The old monk closed his eyes deeply, and then said, “No more.”

“This makes me look like a non-human…”

As the man in the star-patterned robe spoke, he took out a bronze mirror and glanced at it, but he had no intention of leaving. “Old senior, why don’t you ask me my name and what I want?”

“You are a guest coming from afar, and your fate should be over. Don’t be distracted by the worldly troubles, so don’t be tainted by the mundane world.” The old monk shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn’t really want to know.

The man in the star-patterned robe was obviously unwilling to let the relationship end, so he clasped his fists respectfully and said, “My name is Nangong Youshu. May I ask what the abbot’s name is?”

The old monk covered his ears to indicate that he did not hear the name.

“Abbot Youxi, are you really unwilling to hear what Nangong is up to? It might be very interesting.”

“Once you enter Buddhism, you will cut off all worldly ties, and passers-by will be like smoke and clouds.”

“Abbot, your temple wall is so low that I can climb over it with the strength of a rabbit.”

“Donor Nangong, what is this behavior?”

The man in the star-patterned robe who called himself Nangong Youshu then narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Soon he changed his expression to one of piety, bowed his hands, and said very kindly:

“I am Nangong, you have the skill.”

He emphasized it again, and then continued:
“I came from the Sinful Land of the Southern Region, intending to go to the Western Region to teach the Great Way of Heavenly Secrets, but I felt the desire to die along the way, and I had no hope of survival, so I felt quite depressed.”

“I passed by this mountain, old forest and ancient temple, and it was full of vitality. Naturally, I felt it was worthwhile, so I came here specially to visit.”

After a pause, the polite diviner pointed to the temple gate behind the abbot with a smile:
“Just now I saw a novice monk in front of the temple. He had a ruddy complexion and was naturally intelligent.”

“Now the old abbot has appeared, his conversation is extraordinary and his background is profound.”

“I think this place is blessed with beautiful scenery and can explain the meaning of Buddhism and the roots of Taoism.”

“I have a fantasy in my mind. Can I take the abbot’s hand and go into this ancient temple to have a chat? You and I can sleep with our feet together and talk about the great truth. Wouldn’t that be a pleasure?”

Abbot Youxi put his hands together, said “Amitabha”, and then said in a calm voice: “This is just delusion, just let it be.”

“Huh?” Nangong Youshu stood there in a daze.

As he was silent, the whispers of the young monks across the low wall in the temple became noisy:

“Hiss! He wants to sleep with Abbot Youxi?”

“How do you sleep with your feet touching? Should you sleep with your feet touching? The bed isn’t that big.”

“No, no, I like to sleep with my stomach against my back. Abbot Youxi’s stomach is very soft, so it’s very comfortable to sleep with my stomach against my back, hehe.”

“…Shut up, all of you!”

Only then did it quiet down.

Outside the wall, Nangong Youshu laughed for a long time, cupped his hands and praised: “The old abbot is really extraordinary, his conversation is not simple, but also true, it is really…”

“He seems a bit hypocritical.”

The voice of the novice monk drifting faintly from the entrance of the low wall made Nangong Youshu pause and his face turned even more pale.

Abbot Youxi seemed to never blame the novice monks. He turned a blind eye to what was happening inside the low wall. He just glanced at the sky and said,
“It’s getting late, Donor Nangong, just speak frankly.”

Nangong Youshu didn’t beat around the bush this time, and said sternly, “To be honest, I have something serious to tell you, and it was entrusted to me by an old friend of the Buddhist sect.”

Abbot Youxi’s eyebrows jumped, but there was no wave in his eyes: “Donor, please speak.”

“Does the abbot recognize this sword?”

Nangong Youshu said this as he slowly pulled out a sword from his chest.

It was a giant sword, with brilliant Buddha light and golden wish power flowing on the sword body.

Abbot Youxi took a deep breath and closed his eyes:
“Buddha Sword, Angry Immortal.”

“That’s right!” Nangong Youshu nodded, “Can the abbot see the secret of this sword?”

“Fake.”

“Exactly!”

Nangong Youshu pinched his hand, and the Angry Buddha Sword broke into pieces, and finally turned into a point of light and disappeared.

He said with sorrow:

“An old friend gave me this sword, but I showed him my shadow.”

“The abbot needs to be more considerate of me. This sword cannot be unsheathed casually, let alone shown to others casually.”

“Even though the abbot said before, ‘Once you enter Buddhism, you must cut off all worldly ties,’ I’m sure that when I see this sword again, I will have some worldly desires.”

“Even if you don’t give birth, there are many births in this temple.”

Nangong Youshu looked embarrassed, and quickly took out another golden seal:
“But this sword mark, the seal of willpower, can be used as evidence of Nangong’s identity.”

“If Abbot Youxi lowers his eyes and takes a look, he will know that I, Nangong, have no ulterior motive in this trip, at least my ulterior motive will not harm the Buddhist sect.”

Throw away the golden seal.

Abbot Youxi reached out and took it.

This seal is in the shape of a Buddha’s hand with palms clasped together, and looks ordinary from the outside.

With a quick thought, one can find out that the word “Buddha” is engraved on the left palm of this Buddha’s hand seal, and the word “resentment” is engraved on the right palm.

“Things with resentment…”

Abbot Youxi looked sad, and was in even greater trouble at that moment.

Nangong Youshu said with a delighted look on his face, “It’s great that the abbot recognized this item. Thirty years ago, he told me about his grievances.”

He paused for a moment, his tone became compassionate, he put his palms together and said reverently:

“If the Buddha is sitting on the ladder to heaven, and the world is covered, he should take the seal and go west. If you are happy in your heart, let me ask you like this…”

“In such a great world, my Buddha will not enter. If my Buddha does not enter, I will hide from the world and not come out.”

“In such a great age, I, the Buddha, choose to enter. I, the Buddha, choose to enter, and it will be difficult to return after a thousand years.”

“Brother, what choice do you make?”

Having said this, Nangong Youshu raised his head to look at the sky.

It was not late, the sun was already high in the sky, and it was clear that Abbot Youxi had just sent people to leave.

But when the sun was setting in the west, Abbot Youxi, who seemed to be petrified, trembled slightly and said in a trembling but firm voice:

“Enter the world.”

“Enter the world?”

Nangong Youshu asked back seriously.

Entering the world, just like the Buddhist sect’s previous entry into the world, it was popular for a while, then declined and left. The sound of the Great Brahma Dragon, the end of the Great Brahma Dragon sound?

And this time, I entered the world with joy, but there are still people who resent the Buddha and the like who come to die here?
“What if they don’t die well?”

“It will not end well.”

Abbot Youxi thought about it for a whole afternoon and seemed to have considered everything.

But Nangong Youshu, who was standing opposite him, had obviously been thinking about it for more than just one afternoon:
“You know the brotherhood, but can you consider the friendship of the sect?”

“Abbot, have you ever thought that your actions might help Youyuan, but if it ends up costing the entire Buddhist sect, how could Youyuan bear it?”

Abbot Youxi remained silent at the time, his face looking gloomy, as if he had expected this.

Nangong Youshu continued aggressively, “Putting everything aside, if you go to the Central Region to help, and Youyuan wakes up, but Youyuan has been controlled by the Demon Ancestor, what should you do?”

Abbot Youxi’s body shook violently and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

“Why did you enter the cross street corner with resentment? Why did the inverted pagoda stand? You have been waiting for thirty years for your return, but why is there no date for your return…”

“Abbot Youxi, you have the answers to all these questions.”

Nangong Youshu spoke earnestly, and at the end he took the Buddha’s Hand Seal from Abbot Youxi’s hand. His words became extremely sharp, with a sense of sharpness and murderousness:

“He advised me to bring these words that day, and there was a note at the end.”

“If my senior brother is happy and chooses to ‘enter the world’, with this sword, he will ascend to the Buddhist sect, and there will be no Buddha in this world.”

Clang——

The sound of sword chanting moved.

Nangong Youshu pulled out the golden sword from his chest again, but this time, the sword became extremely ferocious, like a furious diamond.

“Angry Immortal…”

Abbot Youxi seemed to have become more resolute, and said, “The evil spirit is coming to the world, and the people are living in misery.”

Nangong Youshu held the sword and laughed loudly: “Even the Holy Palace turned a blind eye, but you, a disciple of the Buddhist sect, with a heart of a bodhisattva, would go to such lengths?”

“I don’t use others as a mirror of my heart, and I don’t use this world to see the filth.”

“Even if I block your way here with a sword?”

Nangong Youshu held up the Buddha Sword upside down and looked at the wrathful immortal. He saw Abbot Youxi slowly shaking his head and said sadly:
“Donor Nangong, you can’t stop it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his robes fluttered and his white beard rose.

Abbot Youxi’s face turned serious, and he spat out a golden relic of the Holy Emperor with a light breath. The power of will in his eyes was as fast as lightning, surging with excitement.

Boom!
The entire forest shook violently.

The young monks in the ancient temple retreated in panic.

“The big-bellied abbot is angry.”

“How scary! The last time I got pregnant… Hey, no more words, let’s run, let’s run!”

The Holy Emperor is happy and is demonstrating in front.

Although Nangong Youshu was trembling, he held the sword and did not retreat, his face was as firm as iron:
“Abbot Youxi, today you can either kill me and leave, and you can save the world; or you can cross my ferry and I will slaughter all the Buddhist disciples in the mountain.”

“You choose!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the trees around him rustled.

Under the dim sky, countless scarlet eyes seemed to open in the mountains and forests.

“What is that?”

A little monk who was leaning against the entrance of the ancient temple opened his eyes wide. He seemed to see countless demons waking up in the darkness?

“How terrible!”

“Neither sad nor happy, come and see what this thing is, a human?”

Two more young monks came to the door.

The Scarlet Eyes in the forest seemed to have walked out of it all. They were figures wearing robes with star patterns, and it was roughly estimated that there were no less than a thousand of them.

They may be old, weak, women or children, or ordinary people…

But without exception, their expressions were very stiff, like puppets, but when light came into their eyes, they became somewhat human.

“This is……”

The unhappy little monk leaned against the door and swallowed hard.

He had been out before and had seen a lot, so he was even more terrified. He felt that even Abbot Youxi might not be able to handle so many monsters:

“Heavenly Secret Puppet?”