Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 613: Heartache

Buried Dragon Valley, isolated from the world.

At sunrise and sunset, this ancient temple sits there quietly, away from the hustle and bustle.

Just one more eye-catching young monk.

A nice and smart Small Fox.

Every morning, young monk will look at the rising morning sun.

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

This is true every day, without interruption.

The young monk’s eyes grew brighter.

Of course, most of the day, the young monk chooses to read the scriptures in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and go to Zen.

Under the green light, next to the Ancient Buddha, on the futon, the young monk held the scriptures, expressing peace and peace of mind.

Beside, there was a flaming Small Fox squatting there, quiet and indifferent.

In the evening, the young monk heads to the backyard of the ancient temple.

In the horrible cemetery, dragon’s roar tiger shouts and 10000 roaring beasts will not calm down until dawn.

Repeatedly, day after day, year after year.

In an instant, 20 years passed.

In years, it seems that no trace has been left on Monk’s face.

However, in the young monk dantian, it is still empty and there is no trace of spirit power.

For many years, young monk has no longer deliberately went to cultivation, daily chanting, taking a walk, looking leisurely.

Just with the ebbing of time, the young monk has a unique temperament.

hard to describe.

The young monk seems to have reached the realm of Return to the Natural State.

At first glance, this is the most common monk.

But if you look closely, you can’t see through it, it seems like a mystery.

It was another night.

Ancient temple backyard, cemetery cemetery.

The morning sun rose, and the young monk slowly opened his eyes, straightened his shirt, and deeply worshiped the red-haired big man not far away, saying, “In 20 years, many thanks!”

Young monk, of course, is Su Zimo.

This is the first time in so many years that Su Zimo has spoken to a red-haired ghost so formally and thanked so formally.

The red-haired ghost seemed to notice something, eyebrow raised, and asked, “Gone?”

“Yes.”

Su Zimo nodded.

“Ah.”

Red-haired ghost absently complied.

It wasn’t until Su Zimo’s silhouette was about to disappear into the backyard that the red-haired ghost’s voice sounded again: “Be careful outside.”

Su Zimo’s heart was warm, nodded.

It’s too early.

Ming Zhen is still asleep.

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

Su Zimo plans to wait outside.

At this moment, his ears were moving, and he heard a intermittent call.

“Big … Shang!”

“Big … Monk!”

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

Only Yao Yaojing can call this name!

For some reason, Su Zimo suddenly felt a little flustered, as if he had a major event in mind!

For 20 years of zen worship, such emotional fluctuations have hardly ever appeared on him.

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

Within a few steps, Ji Yaojing’s voice sounded again.

“Great Buddhist Monk, where are you, come out soon, Mister Su is not!”

Su Zimo’s footsteps stopped.

The whole man was completely in situ, his eyes were dull, his mouth was slightly open, and only one sentence echoed in his mind-Mister Su was not!

“big brother.”

Su Zimo frowned.

The first reaction is not to believe!

How can it be?

Even if 20 years have passed, Su Hong is only too old. How is this possible?

But next moment, Su Zimo realized that Ji Yaojing would never lie on this matter, although he liked to joke.

Big brother, it really isn’t!

More than a decade ago, Ji Yaoxue said that Su Hong’s health was not good, and Su Zimo planned to take him away from the Northern Region after the intermediate ancient battlefield opened.

But didn’t expect …

After 20 years of chanting and chanting the Buddha, he went to Zen and realized that Su Zimo thought he was more or less ignorant of life and death, and could leave a lot of things behind.

didn’t expect, the moment he heard the news, he still felt the pain in the heart!

It hurts, it hurts.

At the bottom of the Buried Dragon Valley, Su Zimo leaned against the icy mountain wall and slid weakly on the ground. There was a heavy grief in his eyes, which was difficult to resolve.

In the daytime.

Su Zimo remembered a lot of things.

That night a few decades ago, at the Wuding public house in Yan Country, blood flowed into a river, with corpses everywhere.

A teenager in his twenties, with a fierce energy, guarded 2 children who were still in the midst of a craving, and fled King City madly!

Even though the boy’s face was cut by fiercely, he almost cut his head in half, and he didn’t even notice it!

More than a decade later, the children in the baby have grown up.

The old boy was getting older.

But in his lifetime, his horns added a lot of white hair.

The original body seemed to bend a lot.

That boy, with his wide shoulders, took on everything and protected the children who had been sleeping, so that they could have a quiet and beautiful time.

Just like a dozen years ago, teenagers escorted them out of King City.

Nothing to look back!

Once a teenager, fresh clothes angry horse, sword under the Heavens.

Ten years later, he lost a lot of sharpness and became more restrained and calm.

The only thing that does not change is the mind that cares about the country and the people.

Therefore, without being seriously injured, he can still stand up and lead 5000 Xuanjia Iron Riders to block the slaughter of the Luo Tianwu surname Yan Country 100 out of Jian’an City!

That’s why he can say words like that.

“I have family hatred between Su Family and Yan King, but your army is terrifying, committing my big Yan frontier, killing my big swallow people, this is the country hate! Family hate and country hate, I Su Hong can distinguish!”

Su Zimo’s vision gradually blurred.

But this scene, passing in front of it, became clearer, like yesterday.

“Ugh.”

A sigh of sorrow came from Buried Dragon Valley.

“Twenty years ago, the Colored Glaze Palace slaughtered Yan Country’s 20th city in order to divulge indignation. This incident hit Mister Su too much.”

“For 20 years, although Mister Su is in King City, he has always remembered the 100 surnames of Yan Country in his heart. He … is really a good king.”

Worry becomes sick.

Not to mention ordinary mortals, even if it is a cultivator, if you have been worrying for decades, the life essence will be greatly reduced, and the cultivation deviation.

“Great Buddhist Monk, I don’t know if you’re listening.”

Ji Yaojing’s voice sounded again.

“In the past few years, the elder sister and I have found a lot of talents in the real cultivation world, but they are useless, and Mister Su’s body is getting worse.”

“In recent months, Mister Su has often nightmare and will call you and Xiaoning’s name, I listen, really, really …”

Ji Yaojing choked up and couldn’t speak anymore.

Su Zimo clasped her head with her hands, curled her body, and couldn’t control it anymore, crying in a loss.

Somehow Ming Zhen and Small Fox came to his side.

Looking at Su Zimo in front of him, Small Fox was distressed for a while, and rushed over, his head gently rubbing his ankle, wu wu comforted.

Ming Zhen also said nothing, meditating on the Buddha’s name in his heart.

This chapter has been written for a long time. It was originally written yesterday. I felt that it was not well written, so I did not post it. I have revised it a lot today. This plot has a great influence on Zimo and even Xiaoning, and it can be regarded as a turning point in the entire book.

(End of this chapter)