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Chapter 235 - 232 Real? Fake? I am the Divine Emperor!

Chapter 235: Chapter 232 Real? Fake? I am the Divine Emperor!

For a moment, the front of Sutuo Mountain fell into silence.

After a short while, a deep voice slowly emerged from within the chariot.

"Lead the way!"

"Yes, Divine Emperor Your Majesty."

The old monk’s expression remained unchanged, yet internally he couldn’t help but let out a half sigh of relief.

After bowing deeply with a bent waist to show respect and gratitude, he took strides towards Great Yue.

Every step he took covered a distance of a kilometer.

And the chariot, pulled by Hoo Bai, closely followed behind the old monk.

Upon the mountain, panicked monks scattered in all directions, causing the old monk’s brows to knit slightly, but at this moment, he had no time to scold them.

Passing by the monks, he made his way to the rear side of Sutuo Mountain.

It took the two an hour to walk atop Great Yue before they arrived at an ancient temple.

The temple was dilapidated yet quiet, standing amongst the sparse and thick forest.

The old monk stood respectfully in front of the temple door, gently knocking.

"Seventh Ancestor, Divine Emperor Your Majesty has arrived."

"Thud! Thud!"

The dull sound came from within the ancient temple, and the old monk seemed to understand something.

He turned around!

Looking up at the chariot in the Vault of Heaven, he whispered,

"Your Majesty, the Seventh Ancestor says that to enter the temple, the bell must be left outside the door."

"Otherwise, further conversation might be meaningless."

Liang Hui, with one hand on the chariot rail, looked down at the temple below, sensing all the breaths around him.

He did not immediately reply.

Not until a moment later, when a stream of Flowing Light flew out from his hair and hung suspended in the chariot.

With the Eternal Spear on his back, the Red Cloud Dao Sword at his waist, he stepped out of the chariot and slowly walked towards the temple.

"I am looking forward to the secret that you have gone to great lengths to reveal to me. If it does not satisfy me, today will be the day the Buddhist sect perishes."

Passing by the old monk with a solemn face, he arrived in front of the temple, feeling the empty breath in front of him.

"Interesting! It’s as if it’s not of this world, without even a trace of cause and effect."

Liang Hui’s eyes showed curiosity, and he was not overly solemn.

He wasn’t worried about any schemes or traps within the ancient temple, as if he didn’t believe that without the Flowing Light Bell, he would be a lamb to the slaughter.

The one who had suppressed the world with his fist was always him, not the bell.

Without the Flowing Light Bell, he was still the invincible Divine Emperor, still able to make the people kneel in submission.

And the Flowing Light Bell was right there on the chariot; with a single thought, he could obliterate everything.

Thwack!

He pushed the door open directly and stepped inside.

And the ancient temple’s door closed behind him the moment Liang Hui entered.

The youth paid no attention to the closing door, instead surveying his surroundings.

The inside of the ancient temple was not dim.

Dense and fine golden patterns were engraved on the walls, ceiling, and floor, sealing away all qi.

And these patterns carried a faint Buddha Light, soothing to the heart and bringing illumination.

A vague figure sat cross-legged at the very front.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The clear sound of footsteps echoed within the temple.

Liang Hui stepped forward, gazing at the figure that turned out to be an emaciated monk.

The monk was dressed in a blue kasaya, his frail hand holding a wooden mallet, striking a wooden fish on the ground, while the other hand held the Buddha Beads, slowly turning them.

With every strike, the temple grew a bit more tranquil, and the Buddha Light became increasingly gentle.

"Seventh Ancestor, we meet again," Liang Hui halted his steps, his mouth curling into a smile, his hand pressing on the hilt of his sword.

This Seventh Ancestor before him was the very same figure who had come from his dreams when he was practicing the Nine-Layered Buddha Pagoda Visualization Method.

If today’s answers did not satisfy him, he would immediately strike down this old man.

The Seventh Ancestor slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes with not a hint of color.

At this moment, the palm striking the wooden fish also unconsciously slowed down.

"Your Majesty, regarding the past, Dingchan Temple had no ill intentions. This old monk simply wanted to offer Your Majesty resources as an investment from the Buddhist sect."

"Whether you had ill intentions is not important. If I believe you had them, that’s enough."

Liang Hui’s expression was indifferent, and his hand on the sword hilt suddenly tightened.

"Moreover, I’m not here to discuss past events."

"I’m just curious about what you have to say that makes you believe you can exchange it for Dingchan Temple’s generations of peace."

"You’re not thinking of luring me here to kill me, are you?"

The young man laughed lightly, seemingly unconcerned, but his eyes were especially cold and fierce.

The Seventh Ancestor stopped striking the wooden fish.

"Dingchan Temple does not wish to, does not dare to, and is unable to entertain such thoughts."

After a pause, his expression grew serious as he continued, "Your Majesty, I indeed have an important matter to inform you of this time."

"Speak!"

"Your Majesty should know that in this world, in terms of grasping, investigating, and studying cause and effect, Dingchan Temple is supreme."

"But Your Majesty may not be aware that in matters of the soul and memory, Dingchan Temple remains the strongest."

"And this old monk has the highest achievement in the realm of memory and soul within Dingchan Temple."

The Seventh Ancestor spoke, his tone mysterious, as if hinting at something.

At this moment, Liang Hui’s eyes were deep, his expression calm and unchanged, making it impossible to see his inner thoughts.

Taking steps forward, he sat down cross-legged about ten paces from the old monk.

"This ancient temple isn’t bad, is it?"

"Indeed, it’s not bad. It was constructed with all of Dingchan Temple’s efforts, untainted by any cause and effect, and disconnected from the world."

"Most importantly, if any spying eyes penetrate the ancient temple, the old monk will die on the spot."

The Seventh Ancestor placed the wooden mallet on the ground, pressed his hands together, and turned the Buddha Beads in his hands.

Whoosh!

The Red Cloud Dao Sword flew out, circling above, sprinkling down specks of crimson-gold brilliance, enveloping both individuals in its surroundings.

At the same time, a mysterious aura emerged upon Liang Hui’s body, and time within the ancient temple began to slow.

The crimson-gold brilliance blurred Liang Hui’s figure, with only his profound eyes shining brightly.

"Continue."

"Four years ago, after the memories of the future descended, this old monk attempted to probe his own memories."

"They seamlessly adjoined my past memories, without any discordance, as if they were indeed this old monk’s memories all along."

"Three years ago, after Your Majesty prevented this old monk from entering the dream state, I investigated a million monks, and it was the same for all."

Liang Hui, enveloped in the crimson-gold brilliance, did not show much reaction, quietly listening to the Seventh Ancestor’s words.

"However, when this old monk entered this place and began to probe the memories again, still nothing was found. But a faint intuition kept telling me that I should check once more."

"Yet, I still found nothing."

As the words fell, the Seventh Ancestor’s head drooped, slowly rotating the Buddha Beads in his palm.

’Heh, a top expert well-versed in cause and effect, in the soul, is instinctively alert.’

’That is the greatest problem!’

Liang Hui sighed inwardly, his fingers bending slightly, tapping on the sword sheath.

He still tended to believe the old monk’s words, for there was no value in deception; discerning the truth from the falsehood was not difficult.

If what the old monk said was true, it meant that there was something wrong with that segment of memories that had suddenly descended upon the world.

Then, as the center of the world, whether his past memories also had problems, and what about that previous life he seldom recalled – was it real? Was it fake?

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

Liang Hui burst into laughter.

Real or fake?

He is Divine Emperor Liang Hui, this is the decision he made after four years of fleeing and fighting, entering dreams hundreds of thousands of times.

It stemmed from his true heart, a choice made without regrets.

Still, he really wanted to land a few punches on those behind the scenes, those playing games!