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Luo Wanya was dragging Takeshi Wuteng and Ryosuke Takahashi as he ran wildly. Just when he felt every bit of his strength was about to be exhausted, he looked up and saw the fleet of Qing Clan overhead, and the War Robots in the distance.
"Holy crap! What is this, buzzing around like that," Luo Wanya was shocked, "How are we supposed to play this ga?"
As soon as he spoke, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the forest.
Luo Wanya looked up and saw the Abbot of the Temple of rcy leading the little monk, coming along the mountain path: "Master, why are you walking in the opposite direction? Why aren’t you following the main group?"
The Abbot gestured in sign language, and the little monk translated: "Lost our way."
Luo Wanya: "Do you think I believe you? Stop kidding around, hurry up and leave!"
The Abbot gestured again, and the little monk translated: "Master says you can’t handle the enemy, so he’ll take care of it."
Luo Wanya could neither laugh nor cry: "You’re not a Transcendent, what are you getting into this for?"
The Abbot casually waved his hand.
The little monk translated: "It will be soon enough!"
"Soon enough? Really?" Luo Wanya was feeling exasperated, "Is the sign language translation this unreliable? Who are you trying to fool with this? Are you and your master really serious monks?"
The little monk said: "My master and I have a special connection, just listen to . On the way, my master said we originally thought the Parents’ eting was just like the chanicus, all for fa and gain, but after traveling with you, we realized you are indeed different. The rise and fall of a nation is the responsibility of every citizen, and monks have a responsibility too."
"Don’t ss with the idioms!" Luo Wanya felt that after traveling with this group of monks, he’d also learned to complain. These monks were just full of it, he had no choice but to remark back.
The little monk continued: "My master really likes your Parents’ eting saying: ’Others strive to be above others, we strive to ensure no one is beneath us.’ This sentence captures the essence of Buddhism; you should beco a monk, you have the Buddha nature."
Luo Wanya was skeptical: "So, I haven’t gotten married because I have the Buddha nature?"
The Abbot gestured in sign language.
The little monk hesitated for two seconds and said: "...Your not getting married is your problem, don’t pin it on the Buddha."
Luo Wanya: "...You are really down-to-earth."
The Abbot smiled and left the little monk behind, passing by Luo Wanya alone and patted him on the shoulder as he went.
In an instant, Luo Wanya felt his exhaustion vanish completely.
For a mont he suddenly wondered, the path of the Parents’ eting was fixed, set by the old man on Ginkgo Mountain, so no matter which way they went, they would eventually pass by that Temple of rcy.
So, were the monks from that temple also part of this celestial chess ga?
He watched as the Abbot, dressed in gray monk robes, walked step by step towards the wilderness, and as he walked, a brilliant rainbow appeared, reaching straight into the sky.
The rainbow transformation at the ti of a high monk’s passing!
Luo Wanya used to think the rainbow transformation was just a legend, but he didn’t expect it to be real!
The elderly Abbot took steps up the rainbow into the firmant, and with each step, a white lotus blood on the Rainbow Bridge, blooming one by one, extending to the end of the sky!
The Abbot walked and then suddenly stopped on the Rainbow Bridge, seated himself facing the enemy, fingertip twirling a flower, with a gentle smile on his face.
This ti there was no need for translation, the Abbot’s voice resonated directly in Luo Wanya’s heart: "My Buddha is rciful."
The Abbot’s head bowed forward, no longer breathing.
In an instant, brilliant colors filled the world, freezing all twelve thousand War Robots in mid-air, unable to move even an inch!
No one knew what realm this was, or perhaps there was no realm that could define this Abbot.
In the world of the Transcendents, the most widespread saying was "When disaster strikes, the spirit and will beco humanity’s first weapon against danger," defining the source of Transcendent power.
The old Abbot, after a lifeti of ascetic practice, had a spirit and will that reached an unknown realm. He was never a Transcendent because he didn’t feel the need to be. Now he beca one because the world needed him to be.
In the sky, the Qing Clan Fleet fired at the war robots fixed in the sky, but found that the missiles entering the light were also frozen, unable to explode, with everything held still.
That portion of the world had beco a boundary, unshaken and unmoved.
The old Abbot did not wish to destroy anything; as a monk, he had spent his life in peace and only sought to buy so ti for the people of the Eastern Continent.
Qing Kun calmly watched what was happening ahead. To be honest, even he hadn’t expected that at this point in battle, the Eastern Continent would still have hidden masters lending a hand: "We don’t know how long this monk can hold the enemy. Quickly, evacuate while we still can!"
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The sky brightened and darkened again.
The remaining 210,000 mbers of the Parents’ eting trudged through the wilderness, crossing streams, and climbing ridges.
They didn’t know how long they had been fleeing, only feeling the journey exceptionally arduous.
Supporting each other, they didn’t know when it would end.
Their shoes were long gone, their feet blistered with calluses.
Food had vanished from the path long ago, and they could only barely stave off hunger with water and insects, bark.
But within this group, filtered by adversity, no one was confused. They knew where they were going, and why.
Walking on, suddenly soldiers covered in grass stood up from the woods ahead: "Are you from the Parents’ eting?"
In the front, Xiao Qi nodded: "Yes."
In the forest, one figure after another stood up to welco them: "It’s been tough on you. Ahead, we’ve prepared supplies, food, clothing, and shoes for you."
"How far are we from Jian nguan?" Xiao Qi asked.
"Here is Jian nguan."
Xiao Qi turned around to look at the darkness behind him, feeling that everything would eventually pass. Those who were defeated would be seen no more, and those undefeated would continue forward side by side.
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