Chapter Forty-Nine: The Six Acts of Compassion

urvival.But he only saw Zhu Weiwu carrying a long spear, walking slowly, with no hesitation or weighing of options."That's your custom. Not mine."Its volume was mild, yet its passion burned almost wil...Jiang Wang blinked. The yellow-faced old monk was indeed powerful!

One person single-handedly fought against two great masters, and even had the upper hand. Truly terrifying!

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Even the kind-hearted Master over there could no longer remain silent. Witnessing both Kūti and Kuika falling one after another, he hurriedly spoke: "Master Jiang is courageous and willing to take on tasks. He helped the disciples of Xuankong Temple deliver messages, so Xuankong Temple naturally needs to show its gratitude."

"Alas," Ku Jue chimed in from beside him. "Senior brother, you should tell us first, what exactly does it mean Will we just say thank you later"

The headmaster of Guan Shi Yuan frowned deeply, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something. But perhaps remembering their recent “defeat,” he closed his mouth again dejectedly.

Poor Fate sighed helplessly, "Disciple Kujue, what do you want as compensation"

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"As for that..." Kuge truly felt the gravity of the situation as he pondered: "A magical artifact suppression device is a necessity. We should at least transmit a set of Buddhist great seal techniques, and we need to secure several relics. Our Xuan Kong Temple holds significant status – if we're going to give something away, it better be high quality."

"It's alright for a magic tool to be passed down, but the Buddhist secrets are not something to be shared lightly. Perhaps Master Jiang wouldn't find use in them"

“What does it mean to not pass on lightly” Ku Yue jumped up: “Jingli is my apprentice, you don’t pass it on, I will still pass it on. As for Shè Lizi…”

They haggled here.

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Although the bitter taste was indeed for his own good, this much diligence made Jiang Wang feel a bit overwhelmed.

He said with a helpless look: "Masters, I'm just here to deliver something for Master Guanyuan. No need for any rewards."

"What's wrong with this child Why can't he think straight"

Kujue pulled a ginger branch and criticized: "Even if you don't need it, doesn't your senior brother need it"

Jingli the monk said carelessly, "I have no needs. I am very happy living in the temple!"

Ku Jue glared at him fiercely, then said to Jiang Wang: "Even if your senior brother doesn't need it, does your master not"

He earnestly pleaded, "Your master is quite elderly, yet he runs around tirelessly for you two clueless disciples. He works hard day and night. Do you think it's easy You should at least offer him a few relics to make up for his trouble."

"I truly do not need any compensation. Even if there were a need for a response, Master Guanyuan has already thanked me." Jiang Wang looked at the unfortunate master with a firm attitude: "This is a pact between me and Master Guanyuan. I came to Xuankong Temple only to fulfill this promise."

He said, taking out Guan Yan's snow-white monastic robe from the storage box. He held it in both hands and presented it to Master Ku Ming: "I promised Master Guan Yan that I would return his robe to Xuan Kong Temple. That's all there is to it."

Bitterly looked at the snow-white monastic robe in his hand, and couldn't help but say, "He just wants to send this robe back to the temple, right"

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He thought it was a senior monk who had been lost in a hidden world, speaking through Jiang Wang's mouth to ask the Xuan Kong Temple for help. Just as he was about to ask about the specific location of that hidden world to arrange for rescue, he realized the monk had lived through five hundred years of history, at least reaching the level of a divine presence. From any angle, the Xuan Kong Temple had a necessity to carry out the rescue.

Unexpectedly, the monk named Guan Yan showed no intention of seeking help, he just brought back his robe.

Jiang Wang understood his implied meaning and shook his head, sighing: "When I met Guanyin Master, he only had a little bit of true spirit left. It was with the help of a treasure from one of my companions that he was able to manifest his physical form. When we parted ways, he just asked me to send his monk's robes back to Xuankong Temple and burn them on his master's grave. He didn't say anything else."

Jiang Wang's words intentionally concealed Su Qiyun's Spirit-Embracing Jade, besides that, there was nothing else he tried to hide.

All the monks at Hanging Temple looked solemn, even Kuòjué Elder Monk, who was usually carefree, unconsciously restrained himself.

Only a sliver of true spirit remained, it was truly beyond saving. What kind of tribulation had the senior monk named Guan Yan encountered in the secret realm that left him in such a pitiful state, reduced to just a fragment of his former self

After being lost for five hundred years, only the monk's robes "return home" now.

The unfortunate monk, dressed in his white robes, looked towards the chief abbot of Guanshiyin Temple, Ku-ti.

Gu Tai Ning Shen for a moment, said: "Guan Yan Shi inherited from Zhi Xiang Fa Shi, Zhi Xiang Fa Shi had died at the hands of outer sect five hundred years ago, with no bones left, only his garments as tomb, buried in Ding Yu Tower."

Master Zhixiang died at the hands of evil cultivators five hundred years ago, which means his master had already passed away before Guan Yan entered the Qixinglou Secret Realm.

It's no wonder that Guan Yan directly said he would burn the monk's robes at his master's grave without even asking about the situation at Xuankong Temple.

According to the jade slips of Hanging Temple.

Guanyanshi learned from Zhixiang Master, Zhixiang Master learned from Dingyu Master.

And Master Dingyu, having attained enlightenment, left behind his golden body, becoming one of the eminent monks enshrined in a tower. After his passing, the stone pagoda that houses his golden remains is known as the Dingyu Pagoda.

Zhixiang, as a disciple of Dingyu, was also buried in clothes and hats in Dingyu Pagoda.

With a heavy sigh, Mo Ming said, "Master Jiang, please follow me to the Dingyu Tower."

"That's right." Jiang Wang followed suit.

The stout figure of the unfortunate Abbot Fangzhang soared through the air, leaving the main temple behind and entering the pagoda grove.

It was only then that Jiang Wang realized that all the suspended pagoda forests he had passed through on his journey, those pagodas, were actually stone stupas dedicated to deceased monks!

The remainder tower is just one of them.

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This is a simple-looking stone tower. Under the influence of the engraved formation, it stands suspended in mid-air. At first glance, it appears to be just an ordinary pagoda within the mountain gate of Hanging Temple.

At this moment, Jiang Wang already knew that the stone pagoda housed the golden body of Master Dingyu and several of his buried disciples.

A group of people flew to the front of Dingyu Tower.

Ku mìng let go, watching Yǎn's monastic robes flutter in the air.

"Then please, Master Jiang, fulfill his wish."

Jiang Wang nodded, and with a flick of his finger, he sent out a blooming fireflower that drifted toward the monk's robes, setting them ablaze.

Everyone was immersed in a solemn atmosphere.

Nor did anyone notice that after Jiang Wang shot out the fireworks, the expression of Master Kujue beside him became complicated all of a sudden.

Only the pure-hearted Jingli monk suddenly felt a wave of sorrow, unable to help but reach out and tug at the tattered sleeve of the yellow-faced old monk.

Before the pagoda of remainders, a snowy white monk's robe fluttered in the air, burning amidst flames.

This scene is a farewell, yet it also resembles new beginnings.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

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Jiang Wang couldn't find the source of the voice at all; it seemed to be coming from within the monk's robes.

The four monks, Bitter Fate, Bitter Illness, Bitter Truth, and Bitter Awakening, almost simultaneously looked up at the sky—the direction of the Big Dipper and the star Yuheng!

That power came from the Jade Heng star region, using monk's robes as a beacon, allowing the sound to fall here.

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This is a very gentle voice.

Jiang Wang could tell, it was Guan Yan's voice.

"My Buddha."

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"Forgive my transgression, forgive my presumption, forgive my fall. Forgive my complacency, forgive my delusion, forgive my clinging. In the midst of utter evil, I see the flower of bliss. This life, I shall never become a Buddha."

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Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat.

Others don't know the ins and outs of Guan Yan and Xiao Fan's story, but he knows it all too well.

In this passage, Guanyin's request for the Buddha's forgiveness is actually a request for forgiveness from his master.

He said, “Please forgive my sins, my delusions, my fall, my complacency, my unyielding infatuation, and my stubbornness.”

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For I have seen my lotus of bliss in the most wicked place in the world.

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I have abandoned the path I have always adhered to.

In this life, I no longer pursue enlightenment.

Let me know if you'd like to translate any other text!ckle had been lifted. He appeared very relaxed in the presence of Zu Guangshu.Later, he encountered a large army of misfortune and saw the determination and responsibility of its people.>Today, a divi...