Chapter 18 A Dream of Eighteen Years

Eighteen years passed like a dream.

That was what Zhang Longfu believed.

In his previous life, he had eked out an existence for tens of thousands of years, but apart from the first few decades of his early life, he had been like a rat in the shadows for the tens of thousands of years that followed, rarely seeing the light of day.

Reborn into this life, every day felt like an unbelievable dream.

"Did the Ancestral Master have me reborn here by coincidence?"

Glancing at the plain white dress she was wearing, Zhang Longfu's eyelids twitched. She didn't care what her appearance was, but it still felt a little strange.

Thinking to herself, she walked out of the room. In this life, her name was Qiao Ci'er.

Within the Fengshen Pavilion, it was like spring all year round, with lush greenery and trees that never withered. However, this was not due to supernatural powers or the creation of formations, but had started when her family moved here.

In a quiet courtyard, a small, withered figure with yellow hair was squatting under an *wuyou* tree (Saraca asoca, symbolizing freedom from sorrow), with two servants standing beside him.

Seeing their family's beautiful eldest daughter, the two servants held their breath for a moment and quickly lowered their heads, calling out, "Eldest Miss."

"When did little brother come to my courtyard?"

Qiao Ci'er asked.

"The Young Master came to the courtyard on the day the Eldest Miss went into seclusion and has been squatting here for more than twenty days..."

The two servants reported truthfully.

"Thank you for taking care of him."

After dismissing the two servants, Qiao Ci'er looked at her little brother with gentle eyes.

In her previous life, she had lived a lonely life, but now that she had a family, she felt satisfied. This made her happier than improving her cultivation.

At first, she thought her little brother was a great power reincarnated after going through tribulation and had even been very wary. However, as the days passed, she realized something was wrong.

Her little brother was like someone practicing the Buddhist silent meditation, never speaking, ignorant of both literary and martial arts, and not cultivating.

Whether she showed him cultivation classics or passed on her skills through telepathic communication, she had not seen the slightest trace of cultivation aura on him.

The news that the Qiao family of Fengshen Pavilion, the first disciple of Hongxuan Daoist, had given birth to an idiot son had spread like wildfire and was no secret among the upper echelons of the Imperial Capital.

Many people secretly laughed at them.

Qiao Ci'er would not care about outside rumors because she knew that he had chanted Buddhist verses at birth.

"Damo, what are you doing?"

Looking at her dazed brother, Qiao Ci'er sighed in her heart, gently stroking his yellow hair, and asked softly.

Qiao Ci'er, who had not expected a response, suddenly froze because, after eighteen years, she heard that familiar voice again:

"Watching ants."

"Oh, um?!"

Qiao Ci'er, who had subconsciously replied, was shocked: "Little, little brother, you can speak?"

"Then why haven't you spoken before?"

Qiao Ci'er was both surprised and delighted.

"I didn't want to talk, so I didn't."

The yellow-haired boy under the *wuyou* tree did not look up and was still looking at the ground.

Qiao Ci'er followed his gaze and saw that a nest of ants at the roots of the *wuyou* tree seemed to be moving house. She joked, "Then why are you talking now?"

"I wanted to talk, so I did."

The boy still did not look up, casually replied, and then pointed to the ground, saying, "Sister, look, there's an ant that committed suicide."

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"Committed suicide?"

Qiao Ci'er wanted to laugh a little. What was there to care about an ant committing suicide?

But then she restrained her laughter and asked, "Little brother, why do you care about an ant committing suicide?"

"Sister has past-life wisdom and treats people kindly. She's one of the best people there is, but she wouldn't care about the life or death of an ant..."

Under the *wuyou* tree, the boy shook off the mud on his hands, stood up, and looked up. His bright eyes looked at his sister, who was a head taller than him:

"Then why would the high and mighty gods and Buddhas care about a human child, whether he's mute or not?"

"Hmm?"

Qiao Ci'er was slightly stunned, feeling that her little brother's words seemed to have a deeper meaning. But then her heart tightened again: "What gods and Buddhas? Where?"

Qiao Moke smiled and shook his head, not answering, but just said, "Sister, are you curious as to why little brother has been muddleheaded for eighteen years, like an idiot, and even if Mother passed on her skills with her mind, it couldn't leave a trace in my heart?"

"Why?"

Looking at her brother's bright eyes, Qiao Ci'er frowned slightly. She also had doubts in her heart about this matter.

Passing on skills with the mind was not a common method of inheriting skills.

Rather, it was to pass on one's own cultivation methods and supernatural powers to others in this way. Regardless of whether that person had cultivation or not, they would definitely learn this skill and supernatural power. As a price, the transmitter would completely lose this skill and supernatural power.

However, when Xi Yingqing passed on her skills to Qiao Damo, losing her cultivation methods and supernatural powers, Qiao Damo did not have the slightest trace of skill cultivation.

That was why the couple panicked.

"Because for eighteen years, I have been cultivating, cultivating an extremely complicated 'skill'..."

As Qiao Damo spoke, he took his sister's hand and used his finger as a pen to draw.

"This is..."

An invisible strange force entered her body. Qiao Ci'er looked at her palm, and her pupils contracted sharply: "This is, the Taiji Diagram?!"

She was shocked in her heart. The painting looked very much like the Taiji Diagram she had seen when she studied at the Tianshi Mansion in her previous life.

However, Qiao Damo shook his head and pointed at her palm again.

In the next instant, Qiao Ci'er felt the 'Taiji Diagram' in her palm rotate extremely fast. The Yin and Yang fish were connected to each other in the high-speed rotation.

In a trance, Qiao Ci'er only felt a great golden light appear before her eyes. In the golden light, the 'Taiji Diagram' had disappeared, replaced by a rune she had never seen before.

‘卍’!

This is...

While Qiao Ci'er's mind was in a trance, Xi Yingqing strode into the courtyard. She glanced at the brother and sister, who were silent, and without thinking too much, waved her hand and said, "Ci'er, bring your brother out."

"...Yes."

Qiao Ci'er slowly came back to her senses. She wanted to say something, but Qiao Damo tugged at her sleeve. Her heart stirred, and she nodded in agreement.

The brother and sister had a tacit understanding and followed the thoughtful Xi Yingqing to the outer courtyard.

They both looked at the only stranger in the courtyard.

It was a young monk wearing a scarlet kasaya, with extraordinary good looks, and at this time, the monk looked at the brother and sister as if he had seen a ghost.

His whole body staggered, and he took three or four steps back before steadying himself.

"How can there be two?"

Hong Tong's heart was shaken violently, and he was filled with disbelief.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Old Buddha woke up from a dream, and after killing all the Buddhas of Sumeru in one fell swoop, he frowned and said that in the future, there would be an 'Ultimate Awakened One' born who would inherit the ancient luck of Buddhism.

He was both a tribulation and a blessing.

It seemed to be related to the Buddha's enlightenment, and what it reflected should be born in this world.

But at this time, his divine will was raised to the limit.

But he only saw two beams of wisdom light like smoke, like a reverse waterfall, rushing straight into the sky. At a glance, how could he see the height of power?

"How can this be?"

Looking at the brother and sister, even Hong Tong's mind was considered calm, but he was a little dazed for a while.

How can there be two?

Which one is the 'Ultimate Awakened One'?

"This monk..."

While Hong Tong was looking at the two of them, the brother and sister were also carefully examining this strange monk. Qiao Damo's expression was wooden, but Qiao Ci'er was shocked in her heart.

Although she had no magical power from her previous life after being reborn into the Qiao family, she had memories, and even cultivated the 'Divine Ghost Eight Array Diagram', which she could not even enter in her previous life, due to chance encounters.

Although her realm might not be high at this time, her vision was extremely high. She could see at a glance that this monk's Buddha light was round and gave her a great sense of danger. He must be a great power.

And the reason why she was surprised was that she recalled her little brother's sudden opening.

Could this monk be the 'God and Buddha' that her little brother was talking about?

"Master?"

Xi Yingqing frowned.

Qiao Moke's heart also tightened, but it was mixed with suspicion: "Is the master deliberately putting on a show to make a spectacle?"

He was suspicious in his heart, but he only thought that this monk was doing it on purpose. He did not believe that this unfathomable monk would be shocked by his own pair of children.

"No, no."

Hong Tong restrained his turbulent mind, regained his composure, and put his hands together, saying, "How can this little monk be someone who makes a spectacle of himself? I am really surprised by the wisdom light of the head of the pavilion's pair of children..."

Surprised in his heart, Hong Tong temporarily suppressed other thoughts.

He neither believed that 'Candlelight' would have errors, nor did he believe that there would be two 'Ultimate Awakened Ones'. He only felt that there must be some deviation.

"Oh?"

Qiao Moke was noncommittal.

"Little monk!"

Liu Dachan was not as polite as he was and shouted, "You said you could solve my family's problems, but you should talk about how you're going to solve them?"

"Dachan, don't be rude to the master!"

Xi Yingqing scolded lightly, stepped forward, and performed a salute, saying, "Since the master knows our heartache, I wonder if you have any good remedies to cure it?"

Xi Yingqing also had vigilance in her heart, but this great monk was recommended by someone she trusted very much, so she still had some hope in her heart.

For no other reason than that her son's failure to speak for more than ten years had really become her heartache.

"Your son has a torch-like wisdom light, which can still be seen in the daytime. He must be someone with deep wisdom roots, who should not be born with any diseases and should turn misfortune into good fortune..."

Hong Tong lowered his eyebrows and did not look at the pair of siblings. He said softly, "At this time, this little monk already has a clue, but what the truth is, I still need to observe it, so that I can make a judgment."

Hong Tong's heart was bright.

The Buddha was strong and invincible, and if the Buddhist luck were to transform into a calamity, it would never be possible to divide it into two. He had absolute confidence in this.

At this time, he could not distinguish it, perhaps because the Buddhist luck was deliberately concealing it.

Buddhism was the great way of the world, the gathering body of its ancient luck. What kind of existence was it? What kind of pain could exist!

But the more unusual it was, the more he understood.

"So..."

Xi Yingqing was a little disappointed in her heart, but she still nodded, called a servant, and said, "Master, please stay in the pavilion for a while. If you need anything, just say it."

"This seems..."

Qiao Moke frowned slightly, feeling that there was something wrong, but when he saw his wife's cold eyes sweeping over, he immediately closed his mouth.

"In that case, this little monk will take his leave."

Hong Tong put his hands together in a bow, and the corner of his eye swept over the pair of siblings, and a sneer rose in his heart.

'If it were an ordinary person, they would only think that the girl was deliberately showing the Buddhist luck, protecting the true awakened one and blocking disasters, but how could I be an ordinary person?'

'That girl is the Ultimate Awakened One!'

Xin Hong Tong followed the servant out of the courtyard, but he was thinking in his heart.

Although he had an idea in his heart, he could not rely on guessing. He had to be sure.

After all, he only had one seed of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree great supernatural power.

If he entrusted it to the wrong person...