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“Little North, please return Qing An's body to me.” Hui Nian frowned, a hint of anger on her face.
Li Xiaonan had already stored Qing An in the Soul Ring before leaving the Buddhist Sacred Ground.
“Damn it! How many times do I have to tell you? I'm a man! As for Qing An, I'll return him once I bring him back to life,” Li Xiaonan retorted.
Hui Nian was even more flustered and disdainfully replied, “The elder is beyond saving; what makes you think you can?”
“Because I am Li Xiaonan! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll send you to join your disciple right now!” Li Xiaonan rolled up his sleeves, hands on his hips, exuding an air of unreasonable arrogance.
“You... you! Shrew!” Hui Nian struggled to find words, her mind lacking in creative insults. All she could picture was the scene of a butcher woman cursing at the corner of South Street.
I've lived this long and never been insulted like this; I’m ready to fight!
Heart's Desire shook his head and cast a calming spell over the two of them, a golden halo sweeping over their heads.
Li Xiaonan immediately felt much better, took a deep breath, and plopped down on the ground, casting a disdainful glance at Hui Nian before closing his eyes to rest.
Hui Nian subconsciously blamed Li Xiaonan for Qing An's death, which only made her dislike him more. His flaring nostrils reminded her of a bull with bright red shorts.
“Hui Nian, do not be unreasonable. Follow me,” Heart's Desire said coldly as he shot Hui Nian a glance.
Hui Nian shivered slightly, letting out a muffled sound before following Heart's Desire out of the Hall of the Bodhisattva.
Heart's Desire remained silent as he walked straight toward the Abbot's Room. With a wave of his hand, he closed the door and set three barriers within the room.
"Master... you..." Hui Nian furrowed his brow in confusion, questioning Heart's Desire.
Heart's Desire immediately interrupted him, "Shut up!" However, he extended his consciousness outward, ensuring their conversation was safe before he let out a slight sigh of relief. He found a place to sit and said calmly, "Do you blame his death on him?"
The "him" here naturally referred to Li Xiaonan, who was resting in the Hall of the Bodhisattva.
Seeing Hui Nian frown and remain silent, Heart's Desire couldn't help but sigh.
The reason beings cycle through suffering is rooted in desire; it is love that gives rise to various troubles and pains. Thus, Buddhist Disciples abstain from having offspring, and their affection and teachings for their disciples far exceed those of ordinary Cultivators. How could Heart's Desire not empathize with the pain in his heart?
He shook his head and looked at his newly grown palm. "It has nothing to do with him; it was Master who personally killed Qing An..."
Hui Nian paused for a moment, quickly shaking his head. He knelt down, tears welling up in his eyes. "That's not true! No! Master... I know I was wrong; I shouldn't blame Li Gu's mother. I know the real culprit is that black mist. If it weren't for Li Gu's mother helping us, we would have been lost in that environment, but I... I... Master..." Tears streamed down Hui Nian's face.
Qing An had followed him since he was seven years old, and now more than ten years had passed. This child had always been obedient. Although he had strict expectations for Qing An, he had nurtured him as a successor. Now that he had finally mastered the entirety of Buddhism cultivation, his beloved disciple was gone.
He felt pain! He felt hatred! He was a person of Buddhism but not a Buddha; how could one easily sever emotions and desires?
Heart's Desire patted Hui Nian on the shoulder and locked the door tightly. "Do you know what that black mist is?"
Wiping his tears with his sleeve, Hui Nian shook his head.
"Ah... The decline of Buddhism is not the fault of the Cultivators; the fault lies with us! That black mist is the Inner Demon separated from the Grand Elder!"
Hui Nian froze, as if a sharp blade had stabbed into his heart, twisting three times within his chest.
How could this be? The Grand Elder also has an Inner Demon? This... how can I hate this!
"Hui Nian, I know what you're thinking. I hope you can let go of your obsession; otherwise, Qing An's death will surely become your Inner Demon. As for Li Gu... brother, we need to cultivate a good relationship with him. No more cold words exchanged; he will be your greatest ally in revitalizing Buddhism."
Those who achieve great things inevitably make sacrifices. Hui Nian, don't let me down!
Hui Nian silently nodded, and then a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as he stared blankly at Heart's Desire.
What!
I will revitalize Buddhism?
"Do as your heart desires here... Let's go see Li Xiao Brother. I have a feeling he wasn't lying; Qing An might really come back to life." Heart's Desire lifted the restrictions, opened the door, and gazed deeply towards the Hall of the Bodhisattva.
"Boss! I'm back!"
Li Xiaonan's eyes widened in surprise. "So soon?"
"Of course! I naturally do my best to fulfill the boss's orders! You wouldn't believe it; as soon as I arrived in the Underworld, it felt like I had divine assistance. It must be your brilliance shining down on the Underworld!"
Chen Yaojin's eyes sparkled with excitement as he bent one leg, raised his right hand diagonally upward, and aligned his left hand's index and middle fingers with his right hand while keeping the other fingers clenched into a fist.
Li Xiaonan's brows curved into a smile, finally amused by Chen Yaojin's playful gesture.
Chen Yaojin chuckled as he scratched the back of his head.
The boss finally smiled; the boss with a dark expression is truly intimidating. It was better when she was a woman; she had such ample bosoms...
Lost in thought, he felt saliva trickling down again.
"Alright, enough with the chatter. Have you found Qing An?" Li Xiaonan's expression darkened again.
Although Qing Yu Year had also returned from the dead last time, his body was intact. All it took was True Essence Power to reignite his life.
Now, Qing An's body was completely lifeless, with internal organs exposed. After fiddling for a long time, I still couldn't distinguish between the large and small intestines. How am I supposed to save him?
"I found him; he just died, so it's the easiest to locate... but... boss..."
Chen Yaojin's brows furrowed like two wriggling worms as he hesitated and looked at Li Xiaonan.
"Speak!" Li Xiaonan's face darkened, a chill running through him.
Could it be? No! My judgment can't be wrong. Even if a Buddhist's soul returns to the west after death, someone like Qing An, who is so rigid and inflexible, wouldn't even know how to distinguish between good and evil spirits. It would be strange if he didn't take a trip to the Underworld first.
"Well... never mind, I'll tell you later. Qing An, come out!" Chen Yaojin snapped his fingers.
A shadow swayed and floated in front of Li Xiaonan.
A slender figure stood upright, head bowed, revealing only his long eyelashes. His hands were bound behind his back, fidgeting nervously with his fingers, looking quite uneasy.
Li Xiaonan frowned. "Little Jin, what's going on with this piece of meat?"
"I’m already dead. Little North, just let me go; you don’t need to worry about me..." Qing An bit his lip but buried his head even lower.
"Come on! At least look at me! What do you mean by Little North... It was just that I had some issues while practicing; I'm a guy! My name is Li Xiaonan!"
Qing An's face turned slightly pale as he tilted his head away and forced a smile. "Is that so..."
Why am I so disappointed… Little North… I guess I won’t see you again, right? Sigh, maybe it’s better to be dead… at least in my mind, you will always look like that.
Li Xiaonan twitched his lips…
That expression… Damn! Don’t give me that heartbroken look; I didn’t do anything! Damn it… Is this the vibe of a bromance?
“Um…” Li Xiaonan scratched his head, the atmosphere growing increasingly awkward.
No! It was getting more ambiguous! At least that’s how Chen Yaojin felt. He chuckled lightly and slipped into the Seven-Level Pagoda.
“Sigh…” Li Xiaonan sighed helplessly.
Anyway, with Qing An tied up, he couldn’t escape. He might as well continue thinking about how to revive the corpse… If he couldn’t bring him back, he would probably never find peace in this lifetime…
Seeing him crouched down, staring blankly at his own body, Qing An felt slightly more relaxed. However, Li Xiaonan’s next action startled him once again.
Li Xiaonan held a silver surgical knife in his hand, channeling his True Essence Power, while simultaneously removing the defense of his Heavenly Gang Golden Body. He made a swift cut on his own wrist, and blood gushed out instantly, splattering onto Qing An’s corpse.
With a serious expression, Li Xiaonan thought: Since this body is lifeless, I will use my blood as a medium to control this body and regain life!
His consciousness dove into Qing An’s body, guiding his blood into Qing An’s severed intestines and injured organs, flowing into the blood vessels, adjusting the Meridian, invigorating the cells. In an instant, the large opening in Qing An’s abdomen began to heal at a visible speed.
A slight smile appeared on Li Xiaonan’s lips, but his face grew increasingly pale. Even as a Cultivator, his blood volume wasn’t much different from an ordinary person’s. This method of saving someone was no different from slitting one’s wrists to commit suicide.
It was foolish of Li Xiaonan. A drop of blood and a basin full of blood were essentially the same except for the quantity; something that could be accomplished with a drop of blood didn’t require an entire basin. Now he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
He noticed that Qing An’s heart was beating again, his complexion slightly reddening, and his breathing becoming even and orderly. His expression sharpened: “Alright! Qing An, come back! Soul return to body, hurry!” Li Xiaonan grasped with both hands and performed dozens of hand seals. These were all techniques he had secretly learned from watching Lu Nishang, and now they were proving to be immensely useful.
As the light and shadow dispersed, the soul and body merged into one. Li Xiaonan let out a long breath, quickly pressing on his acupoints. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he stumbled before barely managing to steady himself.
I'm going to die! If I bleed for another five minutes, I'll definitely go into shock... With my blood, I saved you, Qing An. From now on, we owe each other nothing...
Qing An slowly opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and suddenly sat up from the ground.
I... am alive? He brought me back? But why can't I feel happy at all? How wonderful it would be to never know the truth... Little North will always be Little North...
He struggled to lift his head and was startled to see Li Xiaonan's figure sway slightly. Ultimately, his eyes closed halfway, revealing the whites of his eyes that were whiter than egg whites.
A chill ran through Qing An's heart as he hurriedly supported the unconscious Li Xiaonan. One arm wrapped around his waist while the other steadied his shoulder. He noticed Li Xiaonan's long eyelashes trembling slightly, and the originally crimson lips were now tinged with a pale pink. The lips moved gently with each even breath, faintly revealing pearly white teeth.
She... he... I... sigh... what has happened to me?
A flush of crimson crept up Qing An's face.
Creak—The wooden door opened, and Heart's Desire and Hui Nian both froze in surprise.
A monk was carrying a beautiful man with flowing long hair.
Hey! Are you two about to get it on?
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