Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 617 - 617 636 Paying Homage to the Great Sun Buddha

617: Chapter 636: Paying Homage to the Great Sun Buddha 617: Chapter 636: Paying Homage to the Great Sun Buddha Ye Xuan could fully sense the expectant gaze of the young girl and even more so, the uncle Zhuo’s desire to facilitate his marriage with Li Xiu’er, but he was no ordinary man and could never possibly take Li Xiu’er as his wife.

“Little Zhuo Ma, stop being mischievous.

Your Brother Ye knows what he’s doing,” Uncle Zhuo waved at the young girl, prompting a slightly disappointed Zhuo Ma to return to the dining table.

“It’s a rare thing for Xiu’er to be so earnest.

You should cherish that, Little Ye,” Uncle Zhuo sighed softly, not saying anything more, and urged Ye Xuan to continue eating.

After all, love could not be forced, and Uncle Zhuo would not impose it on Ye Xuan—it was not his way of interacting with the world.

After dinner, Ye Xuan bid farewell and left.

Until Ye Xuan had departed from the earthen house, Uncle Zhuo watched his departing figure and a soft sigh escaped his lips.

“Little Zhuo Ma.”

“Grandfather.”

“Let’s not mention your Sister Li of the Li Family and your Brother Ye again in the future,” Uncle Zhuo instructed.

Hearing her grandfather’s warning, Zhuo Ma appeared somewhat puzzled and inquired, “Grandfather, Sister Li is so nice, why doesn’t Brother Ye…”

“Sigh!”

Before the young girl could finish her questions, Uncle Zhuo, staring at the receding figure of Ye Xuan, sighed softly and said, “Your Brother Ye is no ordinary person.

Though he has settled in our Little Stone Village, there will come a day when a hidden dragon must soar to the heavens.

How could our humble temple retain a Divine Dragon?”

Listening to her grandfather’s words, Zhuo Ma felt a bit bewildered, but she knew that what her grandfather said must be right and obediently nodded, treasuring his words in her heart.

The elderly man was but a mortal who had raised his granddaughter alone, yet, through years of experience, he could feel that Ye Xuan had an extraordinary background; otherwise, he would never have spoken with such belief in the ‘survival of the fittest.’

“Little Ye, no matter who you are, Uncle Zhuo hopes you’ll be safe and sound,” the old man murmured to himself.

…

A modest dwelling made of mud and wood emerged, seemingly run-down, yet it still provided shelter from wind and rain.

This was Ye Xuan’s home in Little Stone Village.

A straw mat, a simple bedstead, and nothing more.

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged on the straw mat, a garment sewn by Li Xiu’er resting on his knees.

A trace of helplessness crossed his eyes before he placed the piece of clothing beside him, without giving it a closer look.

The affection of mortals wasn’t something he should indulge in, nor was it the reason Ye Xuan stayed in Little Stone Village.

His only purpose there was to find the heart he once lost for only then could he step into the Quasi-Saint Realm.

“If the heart does not extinguish, all things shall endure; the True Spirit emerges, and the Quasi-Saint shall rise!” Ye Xuan muttered each word deliberately, contemplating its meaning before slowly entering the state of cultivation.

…

The following morning, as the early sun rose, golden sunlight sprinkled across Little River Village, sounds of gongs and drums filled the air unceasingly, mixed with the joyful laughter of numerous villagers.

“Brother Ye, today is the grand day for honoring Buddha.

Are you up yet?”

The cheerful voice of the young girl came from outside, causing Ye Xuan inside the house to slowly open his eyes and then get up to push open the door and step out.

“Uncle Zhuo.”

Exiting his room, Ye Xuan saw the old man and the young girl waiting outside for him, prompting a slight smile as he greeted them.

“Brother Ye.”

For some reason, every time the little girl saw Ye Xuan, she always felt a sense of security around him, a feeling that couldn’t be clearly described or articulated, yet it made her want to stay by his side.

This also led her to run up to Ye Xuan and incessantly shake his arm, giggling.

In fact, the girl’s feelings were not mistaken.

Although Ye Xuan concealed his cultivation, he was, after all, a Daluo Peak-level practitioner and ranked among the emperors of the Three Realms.

Even as Ye Xuan tried his best to hide this aura, a strong person is still a strong person, and his every move naturally conveyed a sense of security to others.

“Haha.”

The elder stroked his beard and laughed heartily, “Little Ye, this girl rarely takes a liking to someone.

If it weren’t for her young age, I’d wholeheartedly support her becoming your wife.”

“Grandpa.”

The little girl stamped her feet, obviously embarrassed by Uncle Zhuo’s teasing.

“Little Zhuo Ma is very well-behaved.

If she’s willing, she can become sworn siblings with me.” Ye Xuan smiled slightly.

“Brother Ye, are you serious?” The little girl’s eyes lit up, her voice filled with excitement.

She had lost her parents at a young age, and aside from her grandfather, she had no other relatives.

If she could become sworn siblings with Ye Xuan, that would naturally make her extremely happy.

“Alright, alright, that settles it.

Little Ye, you are not allowed to go back on your word,” Uncle Zhuo laughed loudly.

What Uncle Zhuo worried about most was his little granddaughter.

His life was nearly at its end, but his granddaughter was still very young.

If someone like Ye Xuan could look after her after he was in his coffin, he would be able to die with his eyes closed in peace.

“Big brother Ye.”

Suddenly, just as Ye Xuan was talking with the grandfather and granddaughter, Li Dadong and his daughter were seen walking towards Ye Xuan.

However, upon noticing that Ye Xuan wasn’t wearing the clothes she had sewn for him, Li Xiu’er’s eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, yet she quickly concealed this emotional response.

“Alright now, today is the grand Buddhist festival.

Let’s hurry on over, so we don’t keep the village chief waiting.”

Under Uncle Zhuo’s call, the two families walked towards the center of the little stone village, laughing and talking along the way, radiating a sense of warmth.

The center of the little stone village.

It was bustling and lively, with dozens of villagers from the little stone village gathering there.

A three-person tall altar stood in the center, and atop it was a golden statue of the Buddha, commanding reverence from anyone who laid eyes upon it.

The grand Buddhist festival, held once a decade, is the most important festival of the Western Continent and the day when the Buddhist Sect blesses mortals so they can feel the grace of Buddhism.

Performing rituals to bring rain, irrigating the land, and using Buddhist law to cure diseases and so on—these were all blessings the Buddhist Envoys would bestow upon mortals, making the people of the Western Continent grateful to Buddhism.

“Uncle Zhuo, this way, this way.”

As Ye Xuan and the others arrived in the center of the village, they saw a middle-aged man waving at Uncle Zhuo and the others.

This man, named Zhang Qinghe, was the village chief of the little stone village.

His father and Uncle Zhuo had been brothers for many years.

However, a few years ago his father passed away from illness, which led him to take on the role of village chief.

“Qinghe.”

Uncle Zhuo warmly greeted him, and Zhang Qinghe quickly approached Uncle Zhuo, his face showing excitement.

“Uncle Qinghe,” little Zhuo Ma called sweetly.

“Good girl, Zhuo Ma, here’s some candy for you.” Zhang Qinghe laughed heartily and handed a piece of candy he had prepared to little Zhuo Ma, who happily accepted it.

“Brother Ye, this candy is for you.”

The little girl turned and handed the candy to Ye Xuan, her crescent-moon-like eyes smiling, making her appear incredibly adorable and lovable.