The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Chapter 1402 Part II Of The Story

A green lamp lit up the ancient courtyard. The sound of frogs croaking and insects chirping could be heard occasionally, bringing out the quiet of the night.

In the dilapidated hall, under the dim candlelight, two figures were sitting in the lotus position. One was wearing a green robe. His face was ordinary and his temperament was steady. The other was less than ten years old. He had a shaved head and red lips and white teeth, his gray robe was slightly plump, and his eyes were filled with childishness and ignorance.

He looked at the man in the green robe opposite him and scratched his bald head. He could not hold back the curiosity in his heart. He opened his eyes wide and said,

"Master, how many Bugs do you think there are outside?"

"The 101st question,"the man in the green robe replied calmly.

"Uh..."the young novice monk was stunned. How come there were only 101 questions? He was clearly very restrained in his thoughts of asking questions!

According to his master's rules, he could ask a maximum of one hundred questions a day, but, but, he was really curious!

He lowered his head with a face full of depression. He would only know the answer tomorrow, but there were still so many interesting things and new things to do tomorrow. A hundred questions was simply not enough. He had to save his money!

The child's depression came and went quickly. The young novice monk quickly raised his head and said with round eyes, "Master, master, what happened to continuing to tell stories tonight? I want to hear Qi Zhengyan's story!"

"Qi Zhengyan's story..."the man in green sighed as if he was reminiscing, "Where were we last time?"

"We were talking about Qi Zhengyan being sent to the city to be the deputy chief, but his cousin's tendons and tendons were broken by some Ghost Shadow Sword. He still can't take revenge!"The young novice monk said proudly, "Master, is my memory good?"

"Question number 102."The green-robed man remained expressionless.

"Uh..."the young novice monk pursed his lips and threw away his annoyance. He said excitedly, "Master, tell me quickly. Master, tell me quickly. I'm really looking forward to Qi Zhengyan taking revenge for his cousin! He's the one who had a fortuitous encounter in the demon pool!"

The green-robed man's gaze turned to the dim yellow lamp. "After Qi Zhengyan was dissuaded by the chief, he put up with it on the surface and got along with the Ye family peacefully. But every night, his heart is in an intense fight."

The young novice monk scratched his ears and said, "Master, let me guess. Did Qi zhengyan suffer repeated setbacks while roaming the jianghu, and finally accept the experience and knowledge of the demon lord and degenerate into a Demon?"

"One hundred and three questions, from tomorrow onwards."The green-robed man did not see a smile, "He did accept the demon lord's experience and knowledge because he was unwilling to accept it. However, he was glad that he found the demon in his heart. The demon who was willing to sacrifice his life for him did not lose his humanity."

"What is the demon in his heart?"The young novice monk knew that he would be asked the question, but he still could not help but ask.

The Man in green looked at his confused eyes and said, "Everyone has a spiritual light in their nature. They are born equal. He wants to create a world where everyone has equal opportunities but not absolute equality."

"What is this..."the young novice monk did not understand, but he felt that it was very powerful. "What about Qi Zhengyan Now? Master, you said that he is a real person!"

The Man in green looked out of the window at the night sky, his gaze looked very far away. "The world is peaceful now. Everyone can practice martial arts. They can obtain the best and most solid cultivation techniques when they are building their foundations. After they improve, they will obtain the corresponding qualifications. They will also have sufficient opportunities to learn all kinds of peerless divine techniques. The rest of the things are similar. The opportunities are barely equal. In this kind of world, Qi Zhengyan is not born for opposition. Of course, he will give up."

He retracted his gaze, and his eyes were as deep as ever:

"The world is peaceful, and there is hope for everyone. Everything has a chance to survive. The treasured sword should naturally be sheathed and hidden in the hall. There is no sharpness to be seen, as if it is an ordinary object. However, if the world is turned upside down and the nobility and inferiority are solidified, and it is difficult for the common people to see the light of day, then the treasured sword must be unsheathed. If it is not unsheathed, then so be it. Once it is disturbed, then the word 'reform'will be cast."

The young novice monk was confused and could only let out a long sigh. "Oh..."

"It is time for you to clear your mind and fall asleep,"the green-robed man emphasized again.

The young novice monk closed his eyes and meditated to clear his mind. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he said,

"Master, master, you are clearly not a monk. Why Am I a novice monk?"

"Question number 106,"the green-robed man said expressionlessly. "Because when I took you in, you were a young novice monk."

"Master, master, then can I not be a monk?"

"Master, Master..."

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It was late at night, the Moon was very round, and the wind was very quiet.