Chapter 16: The Monk Who Forgot His Love (Part 2)

  Mo Xuanxuan turned around vigilantly, but only saw a few small birds chirping on the tree behind her, and nothing else was found.

  "Really someone?" Mo Xuanxuan looked at Ye Hao with suspicion, if there really was someone or a fierce beast existing here, it should be quiet, why would there be birds chirping.

  "Come out, friend, you've been hiding under Grandpa Ye's eyelids for so long, you should be proud." Ye Hao said, ignoring Mo Xuanxuan.

  "The donor has a strong divine consciousness, the monk is dressing up and please wait for a moment." A gentle voice came from behind a big tree by a small stream not far away, followed by the rustling sound of putting on clothes.

  Mo Xuanxuan's face turned red as she spat out a mouthful of words, and although she couldn't see him, she still turned her body around.

  Before long, a young monk with clear eyebrows and bright eyes, wearing a white Buddhist robe, walked out from behind the big tree.

  "Amitabha Buddha, this monk has forgotten his emotions. I have seen two donors." The Forgetful Monk raised his palms in a gesture of respect, exuding an aura of Buddhahood that brought a sense of serenity to the soul.

  "Oblivion! Are you the Oblivion monk who was expelled from the Great Enlightenment Temple?" Mo Xuanxuan turned around and exclaimed, her beautiful eyes staring at this young monk as if sizing up a rare treasure.

  "It's just a little monk." The emotionless monk didn't think much of it, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed about being driven out, as if he hadn't taken it to heart at all.

  Dajue Temple, a sacred place of Buddhism in the Divine State, although the Buddhist sect is much weaker than the Taoist sect, Dajue Temple's status is extraordinary. Even the Lotus Sect, a giant in the cultivation world, has to show respect to Dajue Temple.

  Is this monk famous? Ye Hao sized up the monk, but he couldn't recall any information about him. Moreover, he instinctively felt that the aura of the seemingly Buddhist monk in front of him was not what it seemed. The deeply hidden murderous intent in his breath was definitely not something a compassionate and benevolent monk should possess. That kind of killing intent could even defy the power of Buddhism itself, and who knows how many times he had broken his vows?

  "Monk, what are you doing hiding behind the big tree?" Ye Hao asked calmly.

  "The little monk was washing dust in the creek, but didn't expect two donors to arrive suddenly, and could only hide behind a tree." Monk Wàngqíng said.

  "Dust? It's bloodstain." Ye Hao said with a smile, but his eyes were razor-sharp.

  The monk who had forgotten his emotions did not flinch or dodge. He recited a Buddhist mantra and said, "Bloodstained filthy air is also dust."

  "I'm afraid you monks may have washed away the dust from your bodies, but you can't wash away the dust in your hearts." Ye Hao shook his head and said.

  "In the heart of a little monk, there is Buddha; with Buddha in the heart, what does it matter about worldly dust...". The forgetful monk smiled very gently, his eyes gazing at the sky, and the deep emotions like the sea surged out with shocking waves.

  Ye Hao was stunned for a moment, and Monk Mo wasn't still a sentimental person?

  "He's infatuated with the Bodhisattva of Great Compassion and Great Mercy, who is said to ferry all souls across in Buddhist scriptures. He's one of the ten great Buddha ancestors. He was expelled from the Da Jue Temple for blaspheming against the Buddha." Mo Xuanxuan transmitted her voice to Ye Hao.

  Ye Hao's face suddenly became incredibly colorful, what is called awesome? This is called awesome! How great are other people's ideals and ambitions, compared to him, he becomes ashamed, he hooked up with chicks, but others hooked up with the Buddha, this guy is truly a rare flower in the world of hooking up.

  Ye Hao walked over and patted Heng Qing's shoulder, saying seriously: "Heng Qing, Ye Dage supports you. Your deep affection will eventually come true one day."

  "Don't you think this is a great blasphemy?" the monk asked, apparently somewhat astonished.

  "Emotions can enter the Tao, why can't they enter Buddhism? The Buddha has emotions, only then can he be called the Buddha. Without emotions, how can he save all living beings?" Ye Hao burst out laughing, this twisted logic flowed smoothly from his mouth, and it actually sounded plausible.

  The monk's eyes lit up and he bowed: "Your words, donor, have suddenly opened the monk's mind."

  Mo Xuanxuan listened on the side with a stunned expression, these two lunatics, absolute lunatics!

  "It's like we've known each other for a long time, come on, let's have a few drinks and get drunk together!" Ye Hao said enthusiastically, rarely meeting someone who shared his interests, he naturally wanted to make friends.

  "I was just thinking of this." Wàng Qíng Dào said.

  Ye Hao took out a pile of food and several jars of wine from his storage bag, and sat down on the ground with Wang Qing and the monk.

  "The meat is roasted well, but the wine is slightly inferior. I have two jars of Biyu Xian wine here, which took a lot of effort to obtain." Monk Wàng Qíng devoured a rabbit leg in a few bites, then pulled out two jars made of jade-like material with intricate carvings of mythical creatures on them, and just by looking at the exterior, one could tell it was no ordinary item.

  As soon as Ye Hao opened the seal, his eyes lit up. After being reborn, he hadn't drunk such a high-quality liquor again. Although it couldn't compare to the divine wine, for him at this moment, it was even more intoxicating than the divine wine he had drunk before.

  Mo Xuanxuan looked at this monk and Taoist, feeling confused.

  Isn't it true that objects gather with their kind and people are divided into groups?

  These two men, one a rogue who had insulted the Lotus Sect's Master Qianjin, and the other an evil monk who blasphemed against the Buddha, seemed like they had known each other for hundreds of years at their first meeting.

  But for some reason, seeing the expressions of these two people and hearing their conversation, she felt a kind of... warmth, a warm and meaningful, flesh-and-blood warmth.

  Can one cultivate Buddhism in such an easy way?

  "Little girl, what are you staring at? Come and try a taste of the monk's Biyu Xian wine, a hundred top-grade spiritual stones for one jar! You could be sold and still not afford a jar like this." Ye Hao said to Mo Xuexue with a wave of his hand.

  Mo Xuanxuan rolled her eyes, she was the only daughter of Mo Yan Zhenren, the master of Mingyue Peak in Yunxia Sect. In this rogue's eyes, she wasn't even worth 100 Upper Spirit Stones, it really infuriated her.

  Although she was not angry in her heart, Mo Xuexin herself did not know what kind of psychology it was that she actually went over and started eating and drinking with them.

  They say near ink is black, she's been hanging out with this stinky rascal all day, has she fallen too?

  It's also unknown how long it took, but the two jars of Biyu Xian wine were completely empty, and the ground was littered with gnawed-clean bones everywhere.

  The three of them were all drunk and dizzy, this Emerald Jade Immortal Wine's potency was something that those below the Golden Elixir stage could not suppress with their spiritual energy.

  "Ten thousand reincarnations, not seeking to become a Buddha, only seeking her one smile. Her one smile, and the flower becomes a Buddha, but this monk is still struggling in the cycle of rebirth." The forgetful monk recites his scriptures as usual, he closes his drowsy drunken eyes, stretches out his hand towards the sky, as if touching something.

  "It's really sour, monk, what you're drinking isn't wine, it's loneliness." Ye Hao burst out laughing, and a woman's figure appeared in his mind. He thought it would be Yang Chunxue that cheap person, but he found it wasn't, so he laughed even more wildly.

  "This rascal, why is he sad? Who is he thinking of?" Mo Xuanxuan was even more drunk with emotion, but in that instant, she seemed to have seen the inner heart that Ye Hao had always hidden.

  Wang Qing saw Guanyin Bodhisattva, Ye Hao saw a certain woman, but she... saw the heart of a rogue.