Are You the Scripture-Seeking Monk from Great Tang? Crying and Making a Scene Finally Got Him What He Wanted!

The last rays of the setting sun slipped from the rooftops of Guanyin Zen Temple.

The entire temple sank into a gray-blue twilight.

The shadows beneath the eaves moved across the courtyard walls, inch by inch climbing over the green brick surface before finally melting into the darkness at its base.

Elder Jinchi stood by a window in the rear courtyard, one hand pressed against the sill, his fingertips resting on the wood lacquer polished bright by Years.

His lips moved soundlessly as he murmured, "He's here. He's finally here..."

His gaze settled on the old locust tree outside the window.

The leaves had become deep green silhouettes in the twilight, while its branches swayed faintly in the wind.

He stared at those shifting shadows. The killing intent in his eyes surged soundlessly like an undercurrent beneath water, then he suppressed it again!

He remembered that dream.

In the dream, that enormous Buddha Patriarch had told him that Tang Xuanzang had stolen his place.

He had grown up in the temple, chanting sutras, meditating, and worshipping Buddha, never once slacking off.

He believed he was more devout than anyone else, more deserving than anyone else of the right to become a Buddha!

Yet Buddha Patriarch had told him that someone had taken his place.

A monk from Great Tang in the Eastern Land, an unfamiliar man who had appeared out of nowhere, had wiped out two hundred years of his cultivation and waiting with a single stroke!!

He refused to accept it.

And now, that man was standing within his temple.

All he had to do was accomplish this one thing, and he could reclaim everything that belonged to him.

Immortality, Buddhahood, true liberation—those things were right before his eyes, separated only by a door, by a thin veil!!!!

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