novelraw Chapter 384: The Host Doesnt Understand the Mystery Either?
Chapter 384: The Host Doesnt Understand the Mystery Either?
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“Today’s events were my fault,” Fang Cheng Lang said, bowing slightly. “I offer my apologies to Daoist Long…”
“I don’t accept your apology!” Long Fei Fei cut him off before he could finish.
An apology? What use was that?
Fang Cheng Lang paused, then pulled a crystal-clear Jade Water Sword from his storage space. “I present this sword as compensation for my offense.”
Long Fei Fei, her chin raised in disdain, thought to herself, Just a useless sword, what’s so special about it?
She was about to refuse when her gaze swept over the sword, and she froze.
She had been looking for a short sword, something portable that wouldn’t hinder her movements, but she hadn’t found one that fit her needs. Fang Cheng Lang’s Jade Water Sword was perfect.
Feigning indifference, she huffed, “Fine. Since you’re so sincere, I’ll let it slide this time.”
Using her Divine Sense, she whisked the sword into her storage space, her opinion of Fang Cheng Lang improving slightly.“Since we’ve met in such a dramatic fashion, which sect do you belong to?” she asked.
For a moment, Fang Cheng Lang’s gaze wavered, memories from the past surfacing. Long Fei Fei had said something similar when they first met.
He replied as he had in his memory, “I am Fang Cheng Lang, a disciple of the Five Elements Dao Sect.”
“The Five Elements Dao Sect?” Long Fei Fei’s eyes lit up. Isn’t that Yu Zhao’s sect?
But as the thought struck her, realization followed. Fang Cheng Lang was none other than the disciple of that despicable Master Qing Yan! Her face twisted with rage.
“So, you’re Yu Zhao’s insufferable senior brother! I knew you were trouble! Ugh, I don’t want your sword—it’s disgusting!”
Long Fei Fei hurled the Jade Water Sword at Fang Cheng Lang, her temper flaring as she stormed off. She left quickly, fearing he might retaliate while she was too drained to fight back. Once she recovered, she decided, she’d come back for a proper battle.
When Long Fei Fei threw the sword, Fang Cheng Lang could have dodged. But he didn’t. He let it hit him, leaving a two-finger-wide mark across his face.
The Jade Water Sword, crafted from icy Cold Jade, chilled to the touch. Yet Fang Cheng Lang felt no cold as he held it—his heart was colder than the blade.
Hearing Long Fei Fei mention Little Six had pierced him deeply. He could already guess that, during the time he had wallowed in self-pity, Little Six and Long Fei Fei had grown close.
Despite her carefree and bold demeanor, Long Fei Fei was guarded and slow to trust. But once she accepted someone, she would fiercely protect them.
In his past life, he had been the one she cared for. Now, it was Little Six.
Shadows clouded Fang Cheng Lang’s vision, and he staggered forward.
“Senior Brother!” Su Ming and Cui Jue rushed to support him, their faces filled with concern.
Fang Cheng Lang shrugged off their help and bowed to Monks Silence and Unworried. “The life-saving kindness of Harmony Sound Temple will never be forgotten.”
The monks exchanged a glance and shook their heads. Unworried recited, “All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, or shadows, like dewdrops or lightning; thus should they be contemplated.”
Fang Cheng Lang stood dazed.
The two monks said nothing more, leaving the three disciples to collect their thoughts.
Su Ming opened his mouth, struggling to find words, while Cui Jue frowned, his expression complicated.
…
After leaving the guest hall, Monk Silence headed for Abbot Jie Tan’s quarters. Confirming that Yu Zhao was nowhere nearby, he knocked on the door. It opened without a sound.
Monk Silence stepped inside, bowing silently before facing the abbot, who stood by the window, his prayer beads clicking softly.
“You want to know why I didn’t tell Yu Zhao the answer directly?” Abbot Jie Tan asked.
Monk Silence nodded.
The abbot smiled cryptically. “Buddhist scriptures teach that existence and nonexistence are sixfold indescribable: existence and existence cannot be said, existence and nonexistence cannot be said, nonexistence and existence cannot be said, nonexistence and nonexistence cannot be said, existence cannot be said, nonexistence cannot be said.”
“Does this mean even the abbot doesn’t understand the mystery?” Monk Silence asked calmly.
The abbot’s smile stiffened. This one has grown sharp in his travels.
Dropping the pretense, he admitted, “This is Buddha’s instruction. It is not for us to interpret.”
He merely conveyed what had been revealed to him, leaving the comprehension to Yu Zhao.
Satisfied, Monk Silence departed to find Yu Zhao. After half an incense stick’s time, he spotted her under the oldest Bodhi Tree in the temple. She sat cross-legged, her head tilted upward, her hand resting on her cheek, gazing blankly at the sky. Nearby, Long Fei Fei lay straight as a board, uncharacteristically quiet.
Monk Silence smiled faintly and walked away.
…
Chaozong Gorge stretched between two cliffs, their distance apart modest. Whether by some pact or mutual understanding, Divine Transformation Cultivators and Great Demons had each claimed one side.
On the right slope lay Hua Tu, whining incessantly as he nursed his swollen rear. His cries grew so unbearable that even the nearby three-eyed leopards tried to gag him, only for him to howl louder, drawing countless stares.
Mortified, the leopards wished they could bury themselves in the ground.
Hua Tu didn’t care about the others’ judgment. His grievance felt justified—he hadn’t caused trouble, and he’d been the first to detect the dragon’s roar. Why was he beaten? And on the rear, no less!
In a far corner, Quan Ye tried to keep a low profile but finally snapped. “Shut up already!”
His outburst stirred murmurs. “Who’s that guy pretending to be human?”
“You missed the earlier commotion. That’s no ordinary beast; he has Azure Dragon bloodline.”
“Azure Dragon? Is he a Fu Xi?”
“No way. Word is, he’s part human, part Azure Dragon.”
“A half-breed?”
“…”
Since awakening his Azure Dragon bloodline, Quan Ye had inexplicably understood the demonic beasts’ language, and their chatter made his face darken.
He regretted everything.
From the moment he arrived in the Demonic Race, his regret had festered. He didn’t fit in with the beasts, nor they with him.
Worse still, after narrowly escaping the Heaven-Devouring Rat’s territory, he was captured by She Jun and Qing Kui, two Great Demons who nearly devoured him on the spot.
Master Qing Yan’s intervention saved him, but it was a bitter relief. Instead of allowing him to return to the Five Elements Dao Sect, Qing Yan abandoned him at Chaozong Gorge, leaving him to fend for himself among the beasts.
Now, his survival depended solely on the protection of Chief Bai Ling of the White Peacock Clan.
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