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Chapter 159: Buddhist Disciple 19 Qian rode her small wooden cart, circling the tower again and again. The ground, rarely trodden, had patches of moss that were flattened by her walking and riding, leaving obvious marks behind. Tired of riding, Qian stopped her cart at the edge of the stairs and ran over to peer through the small door of the tower. She crouched by the door, looking through the crack, but saw nothing. She knocked on the door and called out for her father, but there was no…-
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Chapter 158: Buddhist Disciple 18 The summer insects chirped, and the mountain temple, surrounded by ancient trees, was peaceful and cool at night. Wuxin, holding the sleeping Qian, walked back to the meditation room with Mingzhen and Mingde. The moon slowly rose from the mountains, casting a pale, frost-like glow. The path they had taken earlier was much brighter now, and even the candlelight was no longer needed. As they walked, Wuxin spoke to Mingzhen, gently answering his questions. The relaxed…
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Chapter 157: Buddhist Disciple 17 "You've only been learning for such a short time and already made this—you're quite talented." The mysterious monk nodded in approval as he looked down at the rocking horse Mingzhen had just finished making. "Now that I've shown you the basics, there's nothing more I can teach you. If you want to become better, you’ll have to figure it out on your own." Mingzhen paused in his task of packing up his tools, looking at the person he had spent the past three months…
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Chapter 156: Buddhist Disciple 16 The Buddhist Cultivators who left Bodhi Temple were mostly high-level practitioners, and when they fought, they were not ones to fall behind. They practiced diligently every day, and were especially skilled with the staff. A staff is not like a sword, spear, or axe—it’s not a sharp weapon, making it seem especially "compassionate." Yet, this compassionate weapon in the hands of the Martial Monks at Bodhi Temple was enough to strike fear into anyone who heard of…
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Chapter 155: Buddhist Disciple 15 Bodhi Mountain truly is a sacred place for meditation, where many disciples spend years cultivating in the temple. After coming down the mountain to enter the temple for their practice, they return to the temple again. Each person follows their own cultivation path, and once they find their way, no one interferes. Unlike many temples in the Mortal Realm that are governed by strict rules and regulations, the monks here adhere to the precepts that reside in their own…
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Chapter 154: Buddhist Disciple 14 Two stone Bodhisattvas, over two meters tall, turned out to be two Buddhist Cultivators. They had been practicing at the mountain gate for many years, and because they remained motionless, their bodies had been covered in thick dust, large patches of moss had grown on them, and even wild flowers and grass had sprouted. The crowns they wore on their heads had nests built by birds. When they moved their bodies and heads, Qian saw that one of them had a bunch of…
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Chapter 153: Buddhist Disciple 13 When Qian woke up in the morning, she stared at Wuxin for quite a while. She reached out and pinched the skin on Wuxin's face, squeezed it again, and noticed it felt a bit loose. The child looked puzzled and said, "Father, you’ve gotten a little older again." She glanced at Mingzhen and Mingde beside her, who looked just the same as they had the night before. Looking at her own face, nothing had changed, but her father had been aging. "Because growing up is slow,…
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Chapter 152: Buddhist Disciple 12 Qian chased after the tall, slender figure ahead. However, the farther he walked, the faster he became, and soon disappeared through a door. Qian ran through the door, only to find that instead of entering another noisy room, she was suddenly in a brightly lit world, with a vast sea stretching out before her. The sky was a deep blue, the sea a rich green, and on a huge white dragon skeleton island, trees grew everywhere. It was Dragon Island! Qian’s fading memories…
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