The Legend of the Eternal King
Temple Monk

"You three bohay ladies ?" Mao Yu asked.

But they are silent. As per the code of conduct within the guild, they should not divulge any information. They are even required to commit suicide if caught.

But unfortunately they could not do so, because their cultivation was sealed by Little Kong.

Mao Yu held the head of one of the spies.

Soul Devourer's...

AAAAAAAAA..

Horrified screams sounded very loud. The spy instantly shrank shredded into a dried human who then finally collapsed.

Lo Hua and the two spies instantly felt their heads tingling. Especially the two spies, the belief of death was on their minds. However, if the dead become like dry twigs they will not.

Such a death is painful.

"I don't need any information from you. So you guys don't be so smart I'm gonna interrogate you."

"Your friends are definitely coming. And it'll end up being fertilizer too." Mao Yu.

"The center won't stop until you're flat on the ground." One of the spies intimidated.

"Those who are sure will be flat. Your mistake is trying to make business with the fort." Mao Yu chimed.

Mao Yu threw two knives at the two of them. They also know what to do with the knife in hand.

Mao Yu and Lo Hua returned to the wooden bench under the willow tree, leaving the two of them.

Soon Lo Hua saw the roots of the willow tree appear and pulled the two corpses into the ground.

Mao Yu sipped her tea while Lo Hua let out a long sigh.

***

After Lo Hua said goodbye appeared a bald middle-aged man guest.

"Amithaba...."

The bald man was a monk in a gray robe greeting the lord of the fortress. There was nothing special about this monk

The body is large, but not muscular. He is average, as are people in general.

Mao Yu allowed her to sit on the bench under the willow tree.

"My name is Changyi, I smell incense, I never thought I'd find a temple here. Can I stay for a few days at the temple?" Monk Changyi said with hope.

"Let's go, the temple has no manager. Please use it." Mao Yu replied.

"Thank you, sir." Monk Changyi was grateful.

Mao Yu's gaze was sharp towards Monk Changyi. His gaze caught his shabby clothes and his tired-looking body.

"You walked a long time. Is traveling fun ?" Mao Yu asked.

"Very nice, I saw a lot of things and got all the experience of life. If I stay in the temple, all I see is buildings and incense smoke. Amithaba..."

"If you walk very far but what you are looking for do not meet. How long will you search ?" Mao Yu added another question.

Monk Changnyi felt as if time had spun into the past. When he was very young, he arrived at a temple. Then his teacher shaved off his hair and put kasaya on him.

He practiced and prayed until he reached adulthood.

He recalled the first step of leaving the temple towards the odyssey.

"What you are looking for is nothing in the world of cloud fog. Even if you pluck all the grass in the forbidden ground." Mao Yu sipped her tea.

"Amithaba..." Monk Changyi closed his eyes again.

For so long they did not have a dialogue after that. Just enjoy the cool air and the breeze.

Chen Dewei brought rice and sauteed vegetables and arranged them on the table.

"Master monk, lunch hour has come. Let's eat together." Chen Dewei.

Chen Dewei tidied all the tableware. Except Monk Changyi's rice bowl. He left it on the table.

"Your bowl is not perfect, full of holes. Instead of thinking about the contents. You pour as much water as you can not hold anything in it." Mao Yu said indifferently

Like being struck by lightning Monk Changyi was surprised instead of playing. He realized all this time he wandered was a futile act.

He searched the contents and forgot that his own bowl was a hollow bowl.

"Amithaba... My greed shuts my mind, I no longer deserve to be a monk."

Monk Changyi recited a prayer to win his heart.

"Since you came from far away and wandered too long, maybe I can give you a little tips."

"You developed an incomplete technique, even some of it is wrong." Mao Yu said.

Monk Changyi took out a leather scroll from his storage. Putting it on the table, allowing the lord of the castle to check it out.

He did not feel worried if this scroll was robbed by Mao Yu nor the contents leaked to him. Seeing Mao Yu without cultivating, if doing anything strange then Monk Changyi would easily destroy him following the fortress with his little finger.

As for so far he is humble is because of his obedience to the temple teaching. He deeply upholds the values and ethics of a monk.

Plus he's on an odyssey for a search mission. He should always be open and accepting to anyone regardless of status. Information and opportunities can come from anyone. He didn't want to miss the opportunity.

"Hamba found the scroll in the ruins of the temple." Monk Changyi said seriously.

"Vreda Astagna." Mao Yu was indifferent. He didn't even see the scroll at all.

Monk widens eyes. He was surprised to stand up until his chair rolled down. Both of his hands gripped the edge of the table until his finger made an indentation on the surface of the wood.

How could the fortress master know? In this world I am the only one who knows.

I never revealed the Vreda Astagna method to anyone. The whole world has never heard his name. This is my biggest secret.

In the midst of an incredible surprise. The monk tried to quickly calm himself back down. He arranged his chair and sat back down trying to be relaxed.

"Amithaba..."

Mao Yu took out a small bell. This bell that Little Kong sounded during the exorcism of the ghost spirit in the Ancestral Old Mansion.

There is nothing special about small bells, just regular bells.

Mao Yu circulated the entire potential of soul force to the small bell in her hand.

Clint... Clint...

Clint... Clint...

Clint... Clint...

Mao Yu sounded with a rhythm. Sometimes slow sometimes fast. In one beat sometimes sounded three times sometimes five times and sometimes more.

Between the sounds of one and the next sometimes Mao Yu gives a short and sometimes long pause.

"INN IINNNNIIII..........."

Monk Changyi sweated marbles from his bald head. His body shook violently.

The sound of bells pervaded his soul and shook the cracking bowl full of holes within his body.

He felt the sound of the bells potentially patching up and closing all of its holes perfectly.

Even the sound of the bell also provides water to fill the bowl to the brim.

The bells have been on the cover.

Monk Changyi instantly collapsed and kowtowed in front of Mao Yu.

"Worship to you, Master."

Monk Changyi shed tears of happiness. His search eventually ended from all ages of wandering.

Today to be exact, the revelation of enlightenment descended under the willow tree.