Chapter 613 Heartache

Buried at the bottom of the Dragon Valley, isolated from the world.

At sunrise and sunset, this ancient temple is quietly located there, far away from the hustle and bustle, and it seems to be no different from before.

There was just one more young monk with clear features.

There's an extra cute little fox.

Every morning, young monks look at the rising sun.

In the evening, he would look at the setting sun falling in the sky again.

Every day, without interruption.

The eyes of the young monk became brighter and brighter.

Of course, most of the time during the day, young monks will choose to read the scriptures in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and practice Zen and enlightenment.

Under the blue light, next to the ancient Buddha, and on the futon, young monks held scriptures in their hands, with a peaceful look and a peaceful mind.

Next to it, there was a fiery red little fox squatting there, quietly, not moving an inch.

At night, the young monks would go to the backyard of the ancient temple again.

In the eerie and terrifying cemetery, the sound of dragons and tigers and the roar of all animals will gradually subside until dawn.

Week after week, day after day, year after year.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed.

The years seem to have left no trace on the monk's face.

However, in the young monk's dantian, it was still empty, without a trace of spiritual power.

For so many years, the young monks have long ceased to practice deliberately, chanting sutras every day, taking a walk, and seeming to be at ease.

It's just that with the passage of time, the young monk has a unique temperament.

Indescribable.

The young monk seems to have reached a state of return to basics.

At first glance, this is a most ordinary monk.

But if you look closely, you can't see through, like a mystery.

Another night passed.

The backyard of the ancient temple, the cemetery cemetery.

As the sun was rising, the young monk slowly opened his eyes, adjusted his clothes, bowed deeply to the big red-haired man not far ahead, and said, "Thank you for your kindness over the past 20 years!"

The young monk was naturally Su Zimo.

In so many years, this is the first time that Su Zimo has spoken to the red-haired ghost in such a formal manner, and thanked him in such a formal manner.

The red-haired ghost seemed to notice something, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Going?"

"Yes."

Su Zimo nodded.

"Um."

The red-haired ghost responded absentmindedly.

It wasn't until Su Zimo's figure was about to disappear into the backyard that the red-haired ghost's voice sounded again: "Be careful outside."

Su Zimo warmed his heart and nodded.

It's too early.

Mingzhen is still sleeping.

The door of the main hall was closed, and the old monk did not come out.

Su Zimo planned to wait outside.

At this moment, his ears twitched, and he faintly heard an intermittent call.

"Big...shang!"

"Big... Monk!"

The sound came from outside the ancient temple, on the Buried Dragon Valley.

Only the Fairy Ji can call out this name!

For some reason, Su Zimo suddenly felt a little flustered, as if he had a premonition that something big was about to happen!

Twenty years of meditation and worship, such emotional fluctuations have hardly appeared in him.

Su Zimo pushed out the door and walked along the bottom of the valley.

After taking a few steps, Fairy Ji's voice sounded again.

"Monk, where are you, come out quickly, Mr. Su can't do it!"

Su Zimo's footsteps gradually stopped.

The whole person was completely stunned, his eyes were a little dull, he opened his mouth slightly, and only one sentence echoed in his mind - Mr. Su can't do it!

"Big brother."

Su Zimo pursed his lips.

The first reaction is to not believe it!

how is this possible?

Even if twenty years have passed, Su Hong is only in his sixties, how is this possible?

But the next moment, Su Zimo realized again that although Fairy Ji likes to joke, she will never lie about this matter.

Brother, it is really impossible!

More than ten years ago, Ji Yaoxue said that Su Hong's health was not very good, and Su Zimo planned to take him out of the Northern Territory after the intermediate-level ancient battlefield was opened.

Unexpectedly...

Twenty years of chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, chanting meditation and enlightenment, Su Zimo thought that he had somewhat underestimated life and death, and could let go of many things.

Unexpectedly, the moment he heard the news, he still felt a piercing pain!

It hurts, it hurts.

At the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, Su Zimo leaned against the icy mountain wall and slipped weakly on the ground, with a deep sadness in his eyes that was difficult to resolve.

In a trance.

Su Zimo remembered many things.

On that night several decades ago, in the house of Duke Wu Ding of the Yan Kingdom, there were rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.

A teenager in his teens, with a ruthless strength, guarded the two children who were still in swaddling, and fled the Wangcheng frantically!

Even though this young man was severely slashed on the face and almost cut his head in half, he didn't even realize it!

More than ten years have passed, and the infant child has grown up.

The boy who used to be, is getting older.

However, at the age of 30, many white hairs were added to his temples.

The originally straight body seemed to be bent a lot.

That young man, with his broad shoulders, took on everything and protected the children who were once swaddled, so that they could have a quiet and beautiful time.

Just like a dozen years ago, the teenager protected them and rushed out of the royal city.

No hesitation!

Once a young man, fresh clothes and angry horses, fighting swords in the world.

After more than ten years, he lost a lot of sharpness and became more restrained and calm.

The only thing that does not change is the mind that has the world in mind, the country and the people.

Therefore, even before his serious injuries were healed, he could still stand up and lead five thousand black armored cavalry to block Luo Tianwu and his slaughtering people from the Yan Kingdom from outside Jian'an City!

Therefore, he was able to say such powerful words.

"There is a family feud between my Su family and King Yan, but your army overruns the border, invades my Dayan frontier, and slaughter my Great Yan people. This is national hatred! Family hatred and national hatred, I, Su Hong, can distinguish clearly!"

Su Zimo's vision gradually blurred.

But this scene was flashing before my eyes, and it became clearer and clearer, just like yesterday.

"Ugh."

On the Dragon Burial Valley, there was a faint sigh.

"Twenty years ago, Liuli Palace slaughtered the thirteen cities of Yan Kingdom in order to vent their personal anger. This incident hit Mr. Su too hard."

"Over the past 20 years, although Mr. Su has been in the royal city, he has always been thinking about the people of Yan Kingdom. He...is really a good king."

Worrying becomes sick.

Not to mention ordinary mortals, even if they are cultivators, if they continue to worry about them for decades, their longevity will be greatly reduced, and they will go crazy.

"Master monk, I don't know if you are listening."

Fairy Ji's voice sounded again.

"Over the past few years, my sister and I have searched for a lot of spiritual materials in the cultivation world, but they are all useless. Mr. Su's health is getting worse."

"In the past few months, Mr. Su has often been dreaming, and will call out the names of you and Xiao Ning. I listen, really, really..."

Fairy Ji was a little choked up and couldn't speak anymore.

Su Zimo held his head in his hands and curled up, unable to hold back any longer, he burst into tears.

At some point, Mingzhen and the little fox came to his side.

Looking at Su Zimo in front of him, the little fox felt distressed for a while, leaned over, lightly rubbed his head against his ankle, and comforted him.

Mingzhen also bowed his head and said nothing, silently reciting the Buddha's name in his heart.

This chapter has been written for a long time. It was originally written yesterday. I felt that the writing was not very good, so I didn’t post it. Today, I revised it a lot. This plot has a great impact on Zimo and even Xiao Ning, and it can be regarded as a turning point in the whole book.