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Chapter 425 - 177 - The World’s Turbulence Starts with Us! (End of this Volume)_2

Chapter 425: Chapter 177 - The World’s Turbulence Starts with Us! (End of this Volume)_2

[Even with a wise and enlightened monarch, the roots are entangled, and decay is widespread.]

[Having shattered Chen Country,]

[why not shatter Ying Country as well!]>

[If I say, it’s time to extinguish the Western Regions, disrupt the whole realm, and ignite a war where heroes vie for supremacy, then subdue the bold and grand heroes, standing majestic and upright, obtaining the mandate without falling short of the Red Emperor!]

[Ruining one country is merely scheming for the benefit of another, my ambitions are even greater.]

[I desire to scheme for the entire world!]

Breaking Army said, "Seventh Prince, it’s time for us to set out."

He stood up, looked into the distance, patted the Seventh Prince’s shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Look, the world is so vast, Chen Country is thriving, its music softens one’s spirit, but Seventh Prince, have you forgotten the joy of galloping across the grassland, forgotten your ambition to conquer that expanse of heaven and earth?"

"If you haven’t forgotten, then pick up your sword and mount your horse again."

"We are still young, but one day we will grow old; each day we spend in such a prosperous and beautiful place takes us further away from our goals."

"Both of us are still young, while the heroes of this world gradually age."

"It’s our era now."

The Seventh Prince’s eyes shone, and he decisively abandoned the luxury in the Central Plains, forgoing those beauties, landscapes, delicacies, and exquisite goods that are absent on the vast grassland. That night, the Seventh Prince personally sharpened his own blade, and after a secret talk with Jiang Gao, he bid farewell to Chen Country.

The living Buddha from the Western Regions and Chen Chengbi attended Zu Wenyuan’s funeral.

In this tumultuous age, no one remembered the departure of this leading figure in the Mathematics Tao; his departure was like a falling leaf, and the living Buddha recited the Rebirth Mantra, watching until the incense burnt out completely.

The healing Chen Chengbi gazed at the distant sky, his white hair falling, and said with a somber expression: "Hey, old Monk."

The living Buddha opened his eyes.

Chen Chengbi asked, "Do you believe in reincarnation and transmigration?"

The living Buddha said, "I don’t know."

Chen Chengbi said, "Aren’t you a living Buddha? How can you not know?"

The Monk said, "If I say there isn’t, it seems rather foolish of me to be practicing Buddhism; if I say there is, aside from this questionable tradition of the living Buddha, I have never truly seen a transmigrated soul myself. Since I’ve never seen one, one could both assert its existence and its non-existence."

"However, whether it exists or not, if it really does, with Zu Wenyuan’s wisdom, he definitely would be more capable of finding it than either of us."

Chen Chengbi smiled and said, "You’re right."

He stood up, and the old Monk asked, "Where are you going?"

Chen Chengbi replied, "Where am I going?" He looked towards the distant sky, a hint of perplexity on his face which then transformed into a smile. He scratched his head and said, "Where to go? That’s a question I really don’t know how to answer to you."

"On the day of the great ceremony, the Divine Calculator suddenly went mad."

"Where Zu Wenyuan went, he followed, and that day he suddenly smashed all his counting rods, then went before the Taoist Temple, burned all the Mathematics scriptures he had planned to compile into the most powerful text of Mathematics Tao right in front of Zu Wenyuan."

"Then he cried and laughed saying, ’I will never catch up to you, never surpass you.’

"Then, like a madman, as if struck by a tremendous blow, he ran off laughing and crying, and no one knows where he went..."

"And my grand-niece, what did she realize today?"

"I’m not sure, you know I’m not much interested in that stuff."

"But suddenly she moved out of the Book Collection Pavilion, as for where she went, I heard she thought the Xue Family’s young girl was promising, so she told Old Xue she’d stay with the Xue Family for a while to teach the young girl Martial Arts."

"Hey, I say, maybe she was worried that my hot-headed grand-nephew might do something to the young girl, so she went ahead; though he’s not much, the Emperor is still the Emperor, and some things, branded for so many years, are not so easily forgotten."

"Just previously, it was so lively here."

"But suddenly, Li Guanyi left, Xiao Wuliang left, that old guy from Puyang came and went, Tantai Xianming suddenly lost his head, and it all became quiet here, still feels a bit unaccustomed."

"I think I’ll go to the Martial World."

Chen Chengbi smiled and said, "I’m already old."

"With Zu Wenyuan gone, you’re an old Monk too, young and old all eventually return to the Martial World." He stood up, took a step, his sleeve fluttering, suddenly taking several strides, his white hair billowing: "I’ll just wander in the Martial World."

"To meet Miss Gongsun, heard that Murong Longtu and the Sword Saint’s competition is drawing near, might as well go there and join in the excitement. Old Monk, the Martial World is so vast, the realm is so wide, you and I, mountains high and waters long."

"Until we meet again in the Martial World."

The old man laughed heartily, yet he was already gone, yet such a statement still left the old Monk smiling, hands together and eyes closed, resigning, as though with eyes closed, all those friends were still before him.