1565 All things are interrelated

I learned what happened after I passed out from my brother.Jiang Qiyun was about to let the Shen family arrange a ward, but my brother firmly refused. He carried me out of the alley himself, not allo...This teasing tone of voice is something I know all too well from my sibling.

If the demons knew Tianji Xingjun and Beitai Dijun, it would be normal. After all, they were both immortals and demons from the upper realm. Even if they had never fought each other, they must have met or heard about each other in the long years.

But my brother! How could they know my brother

The scattered bangs, a mischievous grin, sunlight hidden deep in the eyes, yet draped in darkness.

For a moment, I truly thought this was my brother.

Unlike Ji Dou or Jiang Qiyun, I can distinguish their tones of voice and eyes, as well as their different temperaments. This is also the characteristic of immortal gods themselves.

And Mu Yunfan before me, surprisingly resembled my memory of my older brother even more.

Sometimes, I feel like the Mu Yunfan I see is just a facade.

What kind of man was he I thought I knew him inside and out, after all, we were blood, raised under the same roof, shared so many experiences.

But in front of us, he always seemed unflappable, ready to shoulder any burden, able to laugh off any situation, with a carefree and lighthearted demeanor.

But if my brother was truly heartless and oblivious, he would have been dead long ago at the hands of someone else.

What is revealed of his mind and his heart is but a fraction.

I always feel that there's another "Mu Yunfan" somewhere I can't see or touch. He silently bears the family's "Tian Dao Cheng Fu" and silently protects everyone in his own way.

Like this one before you, eyes holding the sun's light, yet draped in darkness behind.

Even if faced with an abyss, they still smile warmly and gently at us.

"You, you—" I was so excited that my words were stumbling.

With both hands, I clawed wildly at the ground, feeling the gritty sand scrape against my nails. I struggled desperately to break free from the weight pressing down on me.

"What did you do to my brother!" I roared. "What have we ever done to you people! It wasn't enough to come after me, you had to go after my brother too—"

"Mu Yunfan" raised an eyebrow, still with that familiar expression. He smiled and said, "You're struggling like a mudfish. How about I put you on a hook and use you as bait Maybe the Northern Emperor would bite."

I couldn't bear to hear his maddening words. I turned my head and slammed it against the ground, trying to arch my back and break free.

But my forehead is all scraped up, I can't move!

"You, you let me go! Ahhhh!" I cried out in desperation, so angry that I suddenly rammed my head against the ground.

This pain keeps me awake.

Don't be anxious, don't panic, a disordered mind will lead to spiritual damage.

But now I really feel like a fish on a cutting board. I silently recite the precious scriptures, but the people around me seem to be able to read my mind. They can interrupt my thoughts in an instant.

At the point of utter confusion and despair, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the distance, like dawn breaking through the darkness.

The light blinded me, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. I could faintly see a figure emerge from the shadows.

"Namo Namo Aci Buddha..." The repeated chanting of the Buddhist mantra seemed to ease the pressure behind me. With a cold snort, the force vanished.

I scrambled to my feet, where's my brother

No... that's not my brother.

I shook my head, the distant light suddenly vanished, and footsteps ran toward me.

"Oh my... Little Qiao, how did you get into such a mess" The one who came was indeed Master Hu Qing.

I felt weak in the limbs and slumped to my knees as I saw Master Huisqing and his disciples approaching.

"How are you here…" I steadied my nerves.

“Your brother also informed me on his way here, saying that I should come to collect his body. If I can get it, I will; if not, I’ll scram.” Master Huisqing shook his head with a tone of disappointment: “That's what happens when you have a family. You have even more reasons to fight for your life, ah…”

I nodded. My brother has a much better relationship with Master Huicong than I do, even though we practice different paths. Despite their differences, these two eccentrics have an unspoken bond like brothers.

They usually chat like they're performing crosstalk. Once something happens, they can put aside their differences in Buddhism and Taoism to help each other.

"You... how did you get here so fast You're so far away." I reached out and touched the shoulder of the bald man beside me, standing up.

"Isn't this learning from your Shen family You bought two small helicopters last year and put them in the back mountain. That Japanese monk is a rich N generation, he can fly helicopters, so he gave me one." Huqing wore a cassock, he rummaged in his robes and took out a small bag of things to hand over.

I thought it was some kind of magical spell or talisman, so I quickly wiped my hands on my sleeve and carefully took it.

When I took it and looked, it turned out to be a pack of alcohol-disinfecting wet wipes!

"You, you are—" I didn't know what he was up to.

He and the bald man took out their masks and put them on, slowly saying: "Wipe it off quickly, your hands and forehead are all scratched and you look like a mess... Here's another disposable mask for you."

Are you kidding me I can't help but laugh and cry. Little Guangtou immediately handed me a KN95 mask with a breathing valve. Seeing that it was such a "precious" thing, I obediently wiped my face and hands clean and put on the mask.

"You just...were you Buddha's light" I combed my hair and put on my mask, asking seriously.

Just now, Hu Qing and his young apprentice chanted a spell, dispelling the darkness in the distance. I could see it clearly.

Could this fellow truly be a hidden prodigy, a divinely chosen child or a master of Buddhism

Hu Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned and picked up a high-power radio lamp from behind him, asking, "Are you talking about this"

"He snapped it open with a 'crack' and explained, 'This was a gift from a friend in the military. It's supposed to light up an entire camp, very handy, I'm going to try to get some through connections...' "

Okay, okay... I can't help but facepalm.

Hu Qing smiled with narrowed eyes: "With Buddha in my heart, all things are instruments. Since I'm here, I'm here to help. Don't panic, let's find it together."

Really You're not joking, are you

I looked at him and the shaven-headed man with suspicion. The shaven-headed man was also wearing a small cassock, looking very formal.

Xiao Guangtou was also very familiar with me. Seeing me looking at him, he immediately lifted the corner of his robe, revealing a string of prayer beads underneath. Around his waist, he also wore a circle of various small religious artifacts, such as bowls and vajra staffs...

"Okay, do we keep searching separately or go back to that room with the light" I patted my face, describing again the lit-up room we'd just been in, but was now empty.

Huiqing frowned and said, "All that is perceived is illusory. If you see things beyond appearances, then you see the Buddha-nature."

“Besides the literal meaning, I don't quite understand.”

Does this mean you're going back to that room

"Little Qiao, when I came in just now, I found that the formation here had changed. You have to be careful, perhaps the little ghosts and spirits who often help you can't get in." Huaisong said seriously.

"What does that mean Did something change"

“Yes, after I entered the alleyway, I glanced back. The power pole that was originally on my left rear had moved to my right rear, like a layer upon layer of cages rotating in different directions. The gap we came through was no longer where it was.” Hu Qing said calmly.

"What shall we do! I still have Ah-Tai and Ah-Meng, the two little imps—Ah-Meng went back to report..."

"Can we really go and report this" Xiao Guangtou suddenly asked lazily, "This place is like a gear. Once you walk through, looking back won't take you to the same place... Unless we destroy the central formation eye, none of us can get out."

I opened my mouth, speechless.

Huiqing the monk smiled and patted Xiaoguang's bald head: "My disciple has made progress, but remember, next time don't argue with female donors. If a female donor argues too much, she will scratch your face."

Pff… Xiaoguang couldn’t help but laugh.

He took a step forward with the little one, and I hurriedly grabbed his robes and asked anxiously, "That... so dangerous you still bring your disciples in If we can't all get out—"

Master Huqing wore a mask, so I couldn't see his mouth, but the mischievous twinkle in his eyes was unmistakable.

"When brothers are in need, there's no need for so many words."

"You..." I took a deep breath and walked up to him, "You and my brother, one doesn't act like a monk, the other doesn't act like an ascetic!" He pointed with his chin at the middle-aged man.I turned to look, and the portly middle-aged man was walking back to his front door with a dragging gait and holding his waist.He couldn't see behind h...