Chapter 105 Long Time No See

　　In the Green Mountain Buddhist temple, the Zen bell chimed, resonant and distant, contrasting sharply with the nearby bustling city of Chang'an. One was filled with noise, the other with tranquility; one was worldly, the other transcendent. The juxtaposition created an atmosphere of profound peace, naturally calming the mind. At this moment, the smiling monk, with his hands clasped together, spoke words that made the girl with the cat-like mask pause slightly.

　　Here, at this time, in this place.

　　Having waited long enough.

　　In an instant, it seemed as if a profound Buddhist truth was born here. Even Jue couldn't help but be stunned, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. Could it be that this young monk, who had not yet embarked on his journey to the West, already possessed the ability to see through the illusions of time, to glimpse the future, even the characteristics of the Great Gully of the East Sea, the Sea of Guixu?

　　At this time, the monk raised his eyebrows, his voice gentle, yet with a touch of youthful spirit. He was different from the enlightened Buddhist master of decades later, who had experienced countless hardships and tribulations. This monk was still just Xuanzang of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, not yet the later Mahayana. He said, "This humble monk already knows."

　　"Recently, there has been a masked thief, robbing innocent families. His next target is this temple."

　　"I wonder if you know who that person is?"

　　An unenlightened Xuanzang…

　　The girl's tone was cold and indifferent: "I don't know."

　　The monk nodded and said gently, "Then, please show me your travel permit and place of origin. After I've seen them, if you still wish to admire the scenery here, I won't stop you. It's no trouble to add another set of chopsticks for the midday meal."

　　This was like a modern-day police officer checking someone's ID while pursuing a criminal.

　　And offering a meal, by the way.

　　The girl was silent for a moment.

　　Her tone was cold as she said, "I don't have them."

　　Xuanzang raised his eyes, his voice gentle: "In that case, forgive me for being impolite." The monk extended his hand gently, his aura and power already extraordinary, beyond the realm of mortals. He mainly hoped to capture her peacefully, for the purpose of investigation. The girl frowned slightly, retreating as gracefully as a willow branch in the breeze. As she moved, her right hand gently fell, resting on the warblade at her waist.

　　Her eyebrows twitched slightly, and then the long blade was drawn, as swift and light as a gust of wind.

　　The Buddhist aura and the initial clash of the breeze.

　　Neither side used their full strength.

　　The Buddhist light and the blade's edge intertwined.

　　Suddenly, footsteps came from afar. Both of them paused, instinctively turning their heads to look. On the mountain path, a young man carrying large and small bags, and a large black iron pot on his back, stood there, chewing on a blade of grass. His face was slightly bruised, as if he had just had a fight. He wore an ordinary iron sword at his waist and was saying to the monk beside him;

　　"Are you sure? My cousin is here?"

　　"Yes, it's me. He? He has the same common surname as me, Chen."

　　"Is that the Chen…"

　　That young swordsman in green, but a little scruffy, pointed to the front.

　　Then he saw the two fighting, and the auras just happened to shift.

　　The monk and the girl wearing the *an* mask simultaneously withdrew their hands, only to see the auras.

　　Intertwined and flowed, just right to rush toward him. The young swordsman was hit head-on, let out a strange cry, and flew backward, falling into a pile of grass, covered in weeds and dust in his messy hair.

　　He gnashed his teeth in anger.

　　"Cough, cough, cough…"

　　"What… are you doing?"

　　The watchman monk saw the atmosphere of the two with their swords drawn and quickly said, "Master Xuanzang, this is your distant relative, from Chen Family Village in Luodu. And the thief has already been caught and escorted away. Just now, this young brother Chen Yuan captured him with his sword. No wonder he is Master Xuanzang's family brother!"

　　Worthy of being Xuanzang's brother…

　　The girl glanced strangely at the monk in front of her.

　　What kind of image does Tang Xuanzang have in the eyes of the temples in Chang'an?

　　Already captured?

　　Xuanzang's face showed surprise and astonishment, and then he turned to the girl in black and red, holding a warblade, and bowed with his hands clasped.

　　His tone was gentle:

　　"This humble monk was rude just now. I hope you will forgive me."

　　Jue sheathed her warblade: "Master, you are too polite."

　　"It's just that I really have a reason why I can't show my travel permit."

　　Xuanzang looked at the girl's *an* mask and nodded gently, "This humble monk understands."

　　No, you don't understand…

　　It's just that I don't have it.

　　The girl reached out and touched the *li'an* mask on her face. After thinking about it, she still didn't explain.

　　She glanced at Chen Yuan over there and curled her lips.

　　Yuan of the Tang Dynasty.

　　This is what Yuan looked like during the Tang Dynasty.

　　Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty.

　　Swordsmen of the Tang Dynasty.

　　The wind of the Tang Dynasty, the wine of the Tang Dynasty, and the swordsmen of the Tang Dynasty.

　　The corner of the girl's mouth slightly raised, her right hand holding the blade, her left fingers, like a small person, lightly and quickly skipped over the leaves and flowers, but her expression was still calm.

　　The side—

　　The finger movements were subtle, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was concealed by the majestic and ferocious *an* mask.

　　This is a majestic and cold, heroic red-clothed swordsman.

　　Well, the current Yuan doesn't know me yet.

　　At least, he doesn't know me when the true spirit memory awakens…

　　Hmm? Wait, if I stimulate his true spirit to awaken briefly now, in the position of Yuanshi Tianzun, what would he be like?

　　Forget it, it's better not to cause trouble.

　　When there is a chance in the future, I will see what Yuan did in this era.

　　Get to know each other slowly.

　　Slowly—

　　Whoosh!

　　Suddenly there was a rustling sound over there. The next moment, the young swordsman who had been directly overturned into the pile of weeds by the air wave suddenly climbed up and rushed in front of the girl wearing the *li'an* mask, shouting

　　"Wait—

　　A moment!!!"

　　"You, stop for this grandpa!"

　　The girl paused slightly, the corner of her mouth slightly raised, and she raised the warblade in her hand. A swordsman from Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty?

　　Well, he's just a street hooligan now.

　　It's so nostalgic. This temperament is so similar to the Jiangnan thief in the fictional memory in the Song Dynasty reflected in the Kunlun Mirror of the Queen Mother. Could it be that it was because he had such an experience and such a personality that the image of the thief evolved in the world of the Kunlun Mirror?

　　Let me think, what was the first thing Thief A-Yuan said back then…

　　Whoosh!

　　The young swordsman, holding a sword, suddenly drilled out of the pile of weeds, with grass branches and grass clippings on his hair.

　　Then, unrestrained and calm, he cupped his hands in salute: "I am Chen Yuan from Chen Family Village in Luoyang. I don't know the girl's name, how old she is, and whether she is married? I don't have a good match yet. If the girl is willing, I wonder if she can marry me?!"

　　The young swordsman's eyes were bright and radiant, as if he had handed out such a sword.

　　Jue subconsciously reached out and brushed the *cuo'an* mask on her face.

　　Huh?

　　Huh?!

　　The girl said, "Why?"

　　"I don't know!"

　　The swordsman of the Tang Dynasty shook his head confidently, and then smiled brightly: "I just feel that I should like you very much."

　　"This is love at first sight!"

　　"So, I'm proposing marriage. Is that okay?!"

　　The girl Jue sighed and said in a calm tone: "Unfortunately, I am already married."

　　The Tang Dynasty swordsman was instantly defeated.

　　He stammered, "Ah, married? Who, who is it?"

　　The girl curled her lips and said in a gentle and sincere tone:

　　"It is the most powerful swordsman in the world, the greatest swordsman."

　　"Bullshit!!!"

　　The Tang Dynasty swordsman gritted his teeth, patted the sword at his waist, and said unconvinced: "There are so many people in the world who use swords."

　　"How dare he say he is the most powerful?!"

　　"Where is he!"

　　"I want to fight him!"

　　The girl, wearing a *li'an* mask, just glanced at him, and then curled her lips and smiled:

　　"Guess?"

　　"Guess what..."

　　Before the swordsman could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a thunderous roar: "You beast!!!"

　　The swordsman Chen Yuan was stunned and subconsciously raised his eyes.

　　Then he saw the young monk descending from the sky with a Buddhist bell in one hand, and slammed the huge copper bell over him with a loud bang. Xuanzang held the Buddhist bell with one hand and said with grief and indignation: "I thought you were just a swordsman, but I never thought you would become a frivolous guy who proposes marriage to people at first sight! How can you be like this!"

　　"How can you be like this!"

　　"It's because I didn't take good care of you!"

　　"A-Yuan, from now on, don't go back to Chen Family Village."

　　A certain swordsman who came to Chang'an to visit relatives: "???"

　　Damn, I don't want to be in Chang'an, I don't want to be a monk!

　　I am a swordsman!

　　I want to roam the martial world, I want to travel thousands of miles, I don't want to stay in Chang'an for the rest of my life…

　　"Amitabha."

　　The young monk put his hands together and suddenly roared: "Six Roots of Purity!!!" Then he clenched his fists and punched the copper bell six times in a row.

　　Buddhist supernatural power · Six Roots of Purity

　　Physical version!

　　So the future number one swordsman in the world collapsed.

　　And the girl with the *du'an* mask had already walked down the mountain, looking back at the temple over there, listening to the Buddhist bell, and gently pushing the mask on her face, the exposed face flushed. For some reason, she suddenly thought of the story of the Jiangnan thief and the Jiangnan constable, where both sides no longer remembered each other.

　　At that time, the first sentence the thief said when they met was…

　　"I want you to marry her to me!"

　　Every time he lost his memory, every time they met, he would make the same choice.

　　Even if I have gone through thousands of hardships and suffered the suffering of years, I have walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, crossed rivers one by one, and stepped through one troubled world after another, just to meet you in every stage of my life. The girl held her *an* mask, her cheeks flushed, bit her lip, and said with a clear and soft smile:

　　"A scumbag who is jealous of himself."

　　"Humph."

　　"When you remember it in later generations, I'll see what you do."

　　The girl put on her mask, put her hands behind her back, and walked lightly, almost skipping

　　Finally standing

　　On a stone, she puffed up her toes and looked at the distant Chang'an wind, her clothes fluttering. The girl was heroic and valiant. In front of her was Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, the bright moon of Chang'an, and behind her was the swordsman of the Tang Dynasty. This is the Chang'an of the swordsman of the Tang Dynasty, the Chang'an of the swordsmen.

　　"Chang'an, Chang'an…"

　　And Xuanzang finally pulled out the swordsman after the physical Six Roots of Purity. The latter's legs were weak and he sat in front of the Buddhist hall, looking at the distance for a long time before he came back to his senses.

　　Xuanzang smiled and patted his head and said, "Stay here in the future, you won't be short of food."

　t eat more than you.

　　The swordsman was just in a daze.

　　Many swordsmen in later generations didn't understand why the extremely powerful swordsman didn't roam the martial world outside during the years from entering Chang'an to leaving Chang'an to accompany Xuanzang on his journey to the West, but just stayed in Chang'an City and didn't leave a step. And he raised his eyes and looked at Chang'an City in the distance, and suddenly said, "Xuanzang, what do you say is the number one swordsmanship in the world?"

　　Xuanzang raised his eyes: "Number one?"

　　He smiled gently and said, "Is A-Yuan's purpose in learning swordsmanship to be number one in the world?" The swordsman flatly opposed, "How is that possible!"

　　He was lazy and still a little casual, and said, "I just hope to be able to roam the martial world with a sword. What is the number one in the world? I don't care. Even if one day I become number one in the world, I will just throw away my sword and find a mountain to live in."

　　"I'm just a little curious."

　　The tall and gentle monk thought for a while and replied:

　　"You want to ask me?"

　　The swordsman said, "Anyway, aren't you a great monk? You don't tell lies." The monk smiled and said, "That's called a monk doesn't speak false words."

　　"In that case."

　　Xuanzang put his hands together, his expression gentle, but the words he said were so overbearing and calm that the swordsman almost fell down on his butt in a daze.

　　"Whoever can beat me."

　　"Is the number one in the world!"