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"Master, that's it. Madam, oh no, it's Yufan, now she is the abbot of Huangjue Temple."

Yun Qianhe heard the news outside and ran back at full speed to report it. He never thought that the leader's wife would be the rumored Buddhist disciple of Huangjue Temple, and now she has left the leader and returned to take over as abbot.

What should he do? He originally thought that he would return to secular life for the sake of the leader.

Yun Qianhe looked up cautiously and saw Shen Yutang sitting at the head seat with a normal expression on his face, without revealing any emotion at all.

Shen Yutang picked up the teacup on the table next to him, held the lid with one hand and flicked away the foam, and said in a light tone:

"He was originally the next abbot of Huangjue Temple. What's the big deal if he takes over now?"

Yun Qianhe was unsure when he saw him like this. Could it be that the leader was just playing around and didn't care about Yu Fan? In that case, he would be relieved. The identities of the two were really special, and it would be difficult to force them together.

"Okay, go down if you're fine."

"Yes, I am resigning."

Only then did Yun Qianhe feel relieved and leave the hall.

The emotions in Shen Yutang's eyes were like tea leaves in boiling water, floating up and down. A frosty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Anger and pain were intertwined in his heart. His energy was surging, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood into the teacup.

The blood and white water quickly turned into powder, dyeing Shen Yutang's eyes red.

Fang Tianwen was about to come in to report on academic affairs when he was startled by Shen Yutang's appearance. He hurriedly walked over and asked with concern:

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Who would have thought that Shen Yutang would raise his scarlet eyes, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and suddenly strike out with a palm with a ferocious face, and roared loudly:

"Get out, all of you, get out!"

Fang Tianwen was blasted out of the door by the powerful palm wind and fell heavily to the ground. His chest felt like it was broken and he vomited blood.

He struggled to stand up, his eyes filled with extreme shock. The leader's palm was mixed with two kinds of internal forces, one yin and one yang, and extremely powerful...

Fang Tianwen ignored his own safety, stood up with all his strength, and moved towards the room step by step:

"Master, I will go and summon Yun Qianhe for you."

As soon as he reached the door, it was slammed shut by a palm wind, and Shen Yutang's majestic cold shout came from inside the room:

"No need. Pass the order down. I will be in seclusion for a month. No one is allowed to disturb me. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed."

Fang Tianwen stood outside the door, a desperate look flashed across his eyes, he clenched his fists tightly and said:

"Yes"

Although Yu Fan became the abbot of Huangjue Temple, he still assigned most of the tasks to Yu Lian. He held his shoulders and said earnestly:

"Nephew, you are my favorite person in this temple. Please don't let me down."

He still remembered the expression on Yu Lian's face at that time. He had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders and was excited about being valued. He even looked at him with tears in his eyes, saying that he would never let his uncle down.

From then on, he worked late into the night, reviewing and approving temple affairs until dawn. He was as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and he was not tired at all.

Yu Fan arrived outside the Sutra Repository. The nine-story building was made of green bricks and blue tiles. Bronze bells were hung on the eaves, ringing softly in the breeze.

When the disciples at the door saw him, they bowed and said, "Greetings, abbot!"

Yu Fan did not like heavy robes, so he still wore a white monk's robe, but it was embroidered with gold thread, which made him look more noble.

At this moment, he raised his Buddha's hand, his face solemn: "I have important business to attend to in the Sutra Pavilion, no one is allowed to disturb me"

"Yes, Abbot."

Yu Fan nodded and walked around the stairs to the top floor. He looked at the keyhole in front of the ninth floor door and narrowed his eyes.

There were eighteen round holes like beads. Yu Fan glanced at the Buddhist beads passed down to him by his master, took them off, tried them, and to his surprise, they fit in perfectly.

With a creaking sound, the door moved back to the sides as if it had a mechanism, and Yu Fan walked in.

The strange thing was that the whole floor was empty, with a futon in the middle and a box next to it.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and was a bit stuffy.

Yu Fan frowned and walked over, sat on the mat and opened the box. Inside was a letter, a small box, and an unnamed secret book.

He first opened the small brown box, and in the middle of it was a red fruit. It was translucent in color and had a strange fragrance. For some reason, Yu Fan suddenly thought of the Buddha fruit. Could it be that this treasure that could increase internal strength still exists in the world?

With doubts, Yu Fan opened the envelope. The handwriting was strong and powerful. Judging from the handwriting, Yu Cheng was indeed a master:

"Seeing this letter is like meeting you in person, my disciple. When you saw this letter, your master had already passed away. You have had a deep affinity with Buddhism since childhood, but your mind is not fully developed. Your master has calculated that one of your souls will soon return to another world, and you will have to go through hardships from now on to achieve perfection.

My teacher's time has come and I can no longer teach you. I can only leave you my inner strength to help you resolve the problem smoothly. Although you don't know the moves, I have already taught you to memorize the formulas. You can figure it out on your own. If you don't understand something, you can ask Yu Lian. He will help you.

Furthermore, your life story will be revealed when the time comes. It is up to you to decide whether it is a blessing or a curse. I can only leave you the only Buddha fruit left in the world, so that you can use it to save your life at the critical moment.

My fellow disciples, remember, cultivate good karma and reap good results. No matter what happens in the future, you must always follow the right path.

Master, I will stay here."

After reading it, Yu Fan wiped the corners of his eyes and found that they were tears.

He was shocked, but also felt it was natural. It turned out that he had returned home, not been reborn.

Yu Fan: "003 What's going on? Didn't you say I was reborn?"

003 thought for a moment and said, "Host, I thought so. When I was selecting mission targets at the Spacetime Administration, you chose us yourself."

After hearing this, Yu Fan fell into deep thought. It seemed that this was the way of heaven. Everything in the world had a predetermined trajectory.

No one can escape or break free from this six-turn cycle of reincarnation.

He now actually felt a sense of familiarity with Huangjue Temple. Thinking of what his master had just said, Yu Fan felt that some problems had been solved, but new questions arose, such as his own life experience.

Forget it, just focus on the present. Yu Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, with his hands hanging naturally on his knees. He placed the secret book on the ground in front of him and started flipping through it page by page.

There were no words in the secret book, only pictures. After Yu Fan flipped through it from beginning to end, he frowned. Why did it look familiar?

After turning it over again and again, Yu Fan gradually closed his eyes.

Just like a revolving lantern, the little figures on each page change in my mind in a thousand ways, and each page actually represents a unique skill or a method of mind.

These things seemed to have been engraved in his mind for a long time. As his movements continued to change, he gradually felt a faint heat in his dantian. A warm and strong internal force flowed along his four tendons and eight meridians, making him feel like he was wandering in a hot spring. Time passed by unnoticed...

It was two days later that Yu Fan walked out of the Sutra Library again. He hurriedly ate some food to replenish his strength, then closed the door and continued to study the secret book.

Half a month passed by, and Yu Fan found it increasingly difficult to calm his mind. He couldn't even concentrate when meditating, as he always felt that something was going to happen.