At this mont, a tinkling sound ca from behind Su Yan.
One sound.
"Amitabha Buddha"
It resounded behind her.
As she turned around, she saw a monk.
Holding a copper bowl, wearing a Kasaya, barefoot, and clasping a Zen Stick in the other hand.
With eyes closed, his brows furrowed with sorrow that seed unresolvable.
If a monk is troubled, it must be a significant matter.
Su Yan looked at him, feeling he seed familiar.
Until the monk spoke,
"Benefactor, we et again."
A familiar voice, and in her mory, she had only t one monk before.
Then it gradually beca clear.
Previously, on their way to Snake-man Village, they had also encountered a monk.
His attire and appearance were the sa.
The two exchanged glances.
For so reason, the sorrow on the monk’s face slowly faded.
"Foreign benefactor, greetings."
Su Yan was a bit surprised when she heard him call her a foreigner.
"Why do you call a foreigner?"
The monk shook his head and did not answer.
Instead, he said,
"Foreign benefactor, have you co to unravel the ending of world destruction?"
Su Yan, again surprised,
"Do you know the world is going to be destroyed?"
The monk nodded and then shook his head.
"Whether the world will be destroyed depends solely on the Demon King."
The monk paused, then continued,
"Originally, it was an unbreakable situation, and the world was destined to be destroyed by his hands.
Now, with a foreigner added to the equation, nothing is certain anymore."
"Explain in detail."
"The Demon King is born under the cursed star of a tyrant, destroyer of his parents, without wife or children, heartless and unloving.
I believed that such a person would never develop any emotions for anyone.
Until one day, I saw him carrying you through the desert.
It seed there was a softening of the murderous aura between his brows.
I was surprised."
The monk paused again, and said,
"Later, I devoted myself to cultivation, and having now erged, I discovered this ga of life and death hinges on one person, yet it is no longer the Demon King.
But an unheard-of cot.
Thus, I thought of you.
If I am not mistaken, you are the final key to life or death in this situation.
The outco, whether survival or demise, also lies within your single thought."
"Are you saying that I should kill him?"
The monk shook his head,
"All the secrets to resolve this are already in your heart, why ask ?"
Su Yan,
"...So, you don’t know what to do either?"
The monk paused, smiled, and remained silent.
As they were speaking, suddenly a strong presence erged from behind Su Yan.
Su Yan turned around.
And bumped into the arms of the person who had appeared suddenly.
A familiar scent wafted.
Looking up, she saw Hua Qing.
His facial expression wasn’t very good.
Even though he was smiling, it felt eerily sinister.
Hua Qing hugged her tightly.
"Why does my benefactor always like to sneak away alone? Don’t you like being with ?"
His embrace was so tight it hurt trendously.
She looked at him
"I looked for you, but you weren’t there."
Hua Qing’s eyes were deep,
"Is this the reason my benefactor ca here alone?
Could it be that you thought I would appear here?"
His tone was sarcastic, as if he was extrely upset and picking a fight on purpose.
Su Yan blinked and fell silent for a mont, then said,
"Are you really going to attack the Qingshan Sect?"
Hua Qing bent down and kissed Su Yan’s lips,
"My benefactor said, the Qingshan Sect is very important, right?"
Su Yan nodded,
"Yes, important."
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