Chapter 142 Youth Song 24
Ling Xi didn't care what Wu Xin wanted to do by taking them away. Anyway, their final destination was the Dafanyin Temple. As long as they went there, they would be waiting for them.

A few days later, Ling Xi, who had gone up the mountain before Tang Lian, lay on the wall of the Great Brahma Sound Temple, looking at the huge scene of 300 monks performing rituals in the temple, and sighed slightly.

This Master Wangyou has really succeeded in raising people. Now Wuxin has a heart of Buddha, so there is no way he would go back to Tianwaitian to do evil.

The goal of some people in the Beili Jianghu has been achieved.

At least, if Wuxin returns to Tianwaitian, he can ensure the stability of Tianwaitian for decades.

Ling Xi jumped down from the wall and walked to the entrance of the hall.

She had met Master Wangyou several times, and Ling Xi respected this master in her heart.

Walking to the door of the hall as if no one was around, when Lei Wujie saw Ling Xi, he came up to her with joy in his eyes like a puppy seeing a bone.

"Sister, you are here."

Ling Xi smiled at him: "Well, let's talk about it later."

She looked at Wuxin in the distance. He took out a package from his robe. With a serious expression, he slowly walked forward, opened the contents of the package, and placed it on the altar.

Lei Wujie asked curiously: "Sister, what is that?"

Xiao Se walked to their side. He could naturally see the scene in the hall. He frowned and looked at it for a while, then said, "Could this be the legendary relic?"

"Sheli?"

Ling Xi nodded: "Yes, this is the relic of Master Wangyou."

Seeing Lei Wujie's confused face, Xiao Se patiently explained, "After some great monks passed away, they would leave pearl-like objects that would not melt or be destroyed after being burned in fire. These objects are called relics. The Buddhist scriptures say that relics are cultivated through the merits of the "Six Paramitas" and "Precepts, Concentration, and Wisdom". They are the result of the practitioner's power of precepts, concentration, and wisdom, and are the manifestation of the harmony between the mind and the Buddha. Every grain of relic is very precious and is a sacred object of Buddhism."

Lei Wujie didn't understand, but he could understand: "Isn't that amazing?"

Ling Xi said: "Yes, there hasn't been a relic of this kind in many years."

After Wuxin placed the relic on the altar, he sat down in front of the altar, closed his eyes, gently twirled the Buddhist beads in his hands, and chanted scriptures with the three hundred monks outside.

As the scriptures were chanted, the sarira suddenly emitted a golden light, and a vague figure seemed to appear above the altar.

The figure slowly solidified into an old monk wearing a grey robe, with white hair and eyebrows, and a kind face.

The old monk walked down from the altar, looked at Wuxin who was sitting on the ground, bent down, and gently stroked his head: "Child..."

"Master."

Wuxin, who had always been cynical, no longer called him old monk, but called him "Master", tears welling up in his eyes, wetting his eye sockets.

Until then, he seemed like a young man who had developed dependence and trust in his elders and would confide his grievances to them, rather than the little monk who possessed thirty-two secret arts and was both good and evil.

"Don't cry." Wangyou smiled slightly, "What are you doing here? You should go home."

Wuxin's voice choked with sobs: "Wuxin's home is Hanshui Temple."

He still remembers that it was his master who held his hand step by step, led him into Hanshui Temple, and told him that this would be his home from now on.

His previous home was gone, but his master told him that he had a home, and now his home is gone again.

Wangyou shook his head: "Silly child, Hanshui Temple is just a place for you to stay temporarily. Now that you have grown up, it is time to return to your own home. Your home is in a free place, a land beyond the world, a heaven beyond the sky."

"No, Master, I'm not going anywhere. I just want to go back to Hanshui Temple." Wuxin repeated this sentence like a stubborn child. "What a silly child. Only those people think that you will become the spark that subverts the world." Wangyou sighed, stood up and turned his back.

"Master! Please show Wuxin the way." Wuxin finally raised his head and looked at Wangyou's back.

"In fact, we are not master and disciple. We are just destined to be together and have walked a part of the road together. Now the road I have walked with you has come to an end. The rest of the way, you have to walk on your own."

Wangyou didn't look back at Wuxin and walked forward step by step.

Ling Xi stepped forward and injected a ray of golden light into Wangyou's figure that was about to disappear, then formed seals with his hands.

Xiao Se and Lei Wujie saw a golden light coming from Ling Xi's body. As Ling Xi's hands moved, the golden light was transmitted to Wang You's body, and Wang You's figure slowly changed.

"Master." Ling Xi nodded slightly to Wangyou with a very respectful attitude.

Wangyou put his hands together and bowed: "Thank you very much, little donor. I'll have to trouble you to take care of my disciple."

Ling Xi promised: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely let him go home and make sure he is safe."

Forget your worries and smile.

At this moment, bursts of golden light suddenly emerged in the westernmost part of the sky, spreading Buddha's light all over the sky.

The sound of bells resounded through the sky, and the heart-stirring Buddhist sounds echoed between heaven and earth.

When Tang Lian, Wu Chan and the others arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw the scene of Buddha's light filling the sky.

Tang Lian was shocked: "Master Wuchan, this is..."

Wu Chan's face changed drastically, but he cried with joy: "It's Master, Master has become a Buddha."

Become a Buddha?

Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo looked at each other in bewilderment. Is there really a real Buddha in this world?

Not only them, but everyone around the Great Brahma Sound Temple saw this shocking scene.

Ling Xi watched Wangyou being led away by the people from the Western Paradise, put down his hand, and stopped transmitting the light of merit to Wangyou.

Lei Wujie was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth. His figure was shaking slightly, and his voice was trembling: "Is this... really becoming a Buddha?"

Xiao Se was also shocked by this incident, but he had a good attitude and quickly adjusted himself.

"Of course it's real."

Ling Xi retracted his gaze and said, "Of course it's true. Master Wangyou is a master of Buddhism and Taoism. He is only one step away from this step. I have made up for this step. If he goes with the flow, he will be able to go to the Western Paradise."

Lei Wujie scratched his head innocently and said with a silly smile: "It's just the first time I've seen it. I'm too surprised."

Wuxin had already walked out of the hall, having wiped the tears from his face, and turned back into the elegant monk he once again.

His face looked very good, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood because he had seen Wangyou become a Buddha.

"Let's go." He stroked his snow-white sleeves with a relaxed look.

Xiao Se wanted to tease him: "Don't pretend to be dressed in white clothes at this time. We all saw you crying bitterly just now."

Wu Xin said with a grin, "Hey, I wanted to be the kind of cynical yet aloof immortal monk, but I didn't expect that I couldn't bear to give up an old monk. What a bad decision."