We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 563: Husband, Long Time No See

“Senior Brother...”

Xiao Mo had only just walked out of the great hall when Xujing’s tearful cry suddenly came from behind him.

The young monk wiped at his tears as he chased after him.

“Xujing, what is it?” Xiao Mo stopped and turned around, smiling as he looked at the little junior brother whose eyes were red.

“Senior Brother, are you... are you really returning to secular life? From now on... are you really never going to be a monk again?”

Xujing lifted his small face and looked up at Xiao Mo, his eyes full of reluctance. His voice carried a sadness he could not hide.

“Mm.” Xiao Mo nodded lightly. “From today onward, I will no longer be a monk. Nor will I be your Senior Brother anymore.”

Hearing Senior Brother say those words himself, even though Xujing had already witnessed the entire rite of his return to secular life with his own eyes, he still found it a little hard to accept.

“Xujing...” Xiao Mo reached out and gently patted Xujing’s smooth little head. His gaze held a touch of emotion and expectation.

“In truth, your talent for the Buddhist Way is very good. It is not at all inferior to mine.”

“It is only that you are still young right now, so sometimes you cannot still your heart.”

“But Senior Brother believes that as long as you cultivate properly, given enough time, your achievements in the future will certainly not be lower than Senior Brother’s. They may even not be lower than Master’s.”

“And also, you are Master’s final disciple. After I leave, you will be Master’s only disciple all the more.”

Xiao Mo looked at Xujing and instructed him earnestly.

“Master is old. From now on, he will have to rely on you to take good care of him. You must also listen carefully to the things Master says to you, think on them often, and remember them firmly. Do you understand?”

Xujing wiped hard at his tears and nodded seriously. “I understand, Senior Brother! Don’t worry. I will definitely take good care of Master!”

“And, Senior Brother...” Xujing sniffed, then added, “When I become the abbot in the future, I will definitely make our Sikong Temple flourish too! When that time comes, Senior Brother, you must come back often to visit!”

“All right. Senior Brother will be waiting.”

Xiao Mo smiled softly and reached out to give Xujing’s smooth little head a gentle tap. Then he straightened, turned, and walked toward the outside of Sikong Temple.

Watching Senior Brother’s figure walk farther and farther away, Xujing could no longer hold himself back and shouted loudly, “Senior Brother! I will definitely study the Buddhist teachings properly! I will become a great eminent monk like you and Master!”

With his back to Xujing, Xiao Mo raised his hand high and waved.

His figure gradually receded, and at last disappeared beyond the mountain gate.

At the same time, in Cloud Village at the foot of Mount Sikong.

Tushan Jingci sat alone in the courtyard. Ever since Xiao Mo left yesterday, she had returned to the courtyard and sat there in a daze like this, unmoving.

The courtyard gate was pushed open softly. Yueshi stepped into the courtyard.

Looking at her young lady’s lost, haggard appearance, Yueshi felt as if her heart had been cut by a knife.

“Young Lady...” Yueshi walked forward softly and called in a low voice.

Tushan Jingci still lowered her beautiful head. Her voice emerged from between her cherry lips one word at a time, carrying a hint of hoarseness and exhaustion.

“Is there any news?”

Yueshi bit her lower lip lightly and, for a moment, did not know how to speak.

But after hesitating again and again, she still said, “Young Lady... this servant heard that Xiao Mo... violated the precept against sexual acts. Abbot Yuankong originally gave him a chance to repent, but Xiao Mo still chose of his own accord to return to secular life. Now... he has already left Mount Sikong with Gui Junmeng.”

“He just left like that...”

Hearing the news that Xiao Mo had left, Tushan Jingci’s eyes reddened slightly.

“Do you really... hate me that much?” The woman lifted her head and looked into the distance. Her voice was so low it sounded like she was talking to herself, and also as if she were asking him. “Even if you return to secular life, you still do not want to see me again. You still want to leave with her?”

“Young Lady...” Yueshi clenched her sleeves tightly. There were a thousand words of comfort in her heart, but at this moment, she could not say a single one of them.

“Let’s go.” Tushan Jingci slowly stood.

“Young Lady, where are we going?” Yueshi hurriedly asked.

“He is already gone. What meaning is there in my standing here?”

The woman looked in the direction Xiao Mo had left. Her voice abruptly sank, carrying an almost obsessive resolve.

“So what if °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° he has left?”

“I will not let him leave me—life after life, I never will!”

“Even if I have to die, I will be with him!”

......

The second day after Xiao Mo left.

Sikong Temple opened its doors to receive worshipers as usual. The monks in the temple went down the mountain as they normally did, driving away evil, praying for blessings, practicing medicine, and treating illnesses for the common people of the nearby villages and towns.

Everything seemed to be just as it had been before.

Nothing had changed.

Only the young monk Xujing looked far more dispirited than usual. No matter what he did, he could not summon any energy for it.

At a certain moment that day, Master Yuankong, who was quietly reading scripture in the rear courtyard, suddenly raised his head slowly and looked in a certain direction with a deep gaze.

In less than half an incense stick’s time, wave after wave of demon qi so thick it had nearly congealed into substance gathered and churned ceaselessly in the firmament above Sikong Temple. It pressed down in a black mass, covering the sky and blotting out the sun.

Master Yuankong set down the scripture in his hands and rose with a calm expression. Then he walked unhurriedly toward the front hall.

Within Sikong Temple, almost all of the monks focused their minds at the same time and lifted their heads to look at that gloomy sky, as if facing a great enemy.

“Wh-what is going on?” Xujing looked up, cold sweat unconsciously breaking out across his forehead.

He saw thousands upon thousands of demon cultivators surrounding the sky above Sikong Temple so tightly that not even water could pass through.

Those demons looked coldly down at the temple below. In every pair of eyes, there was undisguised, chilling killing intent.

“Abbot...” Xujing caught sight of Master Yuankong walking over and hurriedly ran up to him in panic, his voice trembling. “Who... who are these people...”

“There is no need to worry.” Yuankong smiled faintly and raised a hand to gently press Xujing’s shoulder. His tone was mild and certain. “Leave everything to your master. Go back to the courtyard and recite scripture properly.”

When he finished speaking, Yuankong passed through the front hall at an even, unhurried pace and arrived before the temple gates. He stood there quietly, as if waiting for someone.

A short while later.

A woman whose expression was cold as frost and who appeared to be just over forty walked step by step toward Sikong Temple.

Her pace was unhurried, yet it carried a suffocating pressure.

Behind her, nine long snow-white tails swayed gently in the wind, like nine lengths of white silk.

Tushan’s Grand Elder, Tushan Meng, walked up to that monk. Her cold fox eyes gazed at him as if crossing a thousand years of time.

“Amitabha. This old monk is Yuankong. Greetings, Benefactor.” Yuankong pressed his palms together and bowed.

“It truly has been a long time...”

Tushan Meng slowly spoke, her voice cold enough to seem as if it had come from the Nine Nether.

“Husband...”