Chapter 6 — Thousand Years Waiting For Her

At this moment, I looked at the little pig spirit animal that was obediently lying in the corner of the room, quietly chewing melon, and suddenly felt that something was very wrong. Lie! Thanh Da is so lazy, how can he hunt wild boar? Moreover, the little pig following him... was not a pig at all. That is the legendary beast Ly Luc - an incomparably powerful existence that has only been heard of in ancient books. One breath of this type of divine beast is enough to crush a demonic beast. How could an ordinary wild boar seriously injure Thanh Da? I gritted my teeth and looked at him, anger flashing in my eyes: "Master... you want to hide it from me, right?" Thanh Da knows, with me... it's impossible to hide it. He sighed softly, and finally told the truth - Turns out, it was all Ha Coc Tuyet's trick. Rumor has it that she knows that Thanh Da has a secret room containing countless spiritual techniques. She is entangled with him day and night, demanding to go see it. But Thanh Da has always kept the treasure of his mind as secret as his life, so how could he easily let her in? So Ha Coc Tuyet had an evil thought, thinking he had no spiritual power, so he forced him. She secretly attacked him, seriously injuring him. Fortunately, the sect leader arrived in time and gave her a fatal blow, otherwise... The consequences would be unpredictable. Now, Ha Coc Tuyet has been detained in prison, serving a seclusion sentence. After listening, the murderous aura in my heart exploded. His fingers gently grasped Lam Uyen, the fairy air immediately shook slightly, and spiritual light surrounded his body. I turned around to walk away. “You dare to hurt my master… I will make you pay!” But just as I was about to step through the door, the sect master suddenly stood in front of me, his face full of awkwardness: "Am Nghi, stop! She is a disciple of Hanh Hai." I stood there, slowly turned my head, my eyes seemed to be mixed with ice and fire, my voice lowered slightly: "Whose disciple... so what? Is it important? She seriously injured Old Ancestor Thanh Da! This is treason, treason,... it is treason to destroy the ancestors!" The sect master frowned tightly, his voice heavy: "But Hanh Hai wants to protect her. If we force him too much, he will leave Tieu Dao Tong,...we cannot bear the consequences." At that moment, I was stunned. Like something collapsed inside. Could it be that... Because Hanh Hai is the number one monk, and Thanh Da, is just an "old ancestor without spiritual power"... Therefore, morality, dignity, respect for the teacher... are no longer valid? This... is Tieu Dao Tong? This... is the sect leader I have respected for so long? I took a step back, then another step, my eyes filled with mist. There was a cracking sound in my heart, cold to the bone. “So… …this is what I was aiming for. What I respected.” I burst out laughing, a trembling smile, mixed with anger and bitterness: "So... you can bend morality... just because of one person!" At that moment, Thanh Da's voice rang out from behind, as gentle as the wind passing through the lake: "That's enough, Am Nghi... I'm okay." But we don't hear it anymore. My chest heaved, each breath seemed fiery. There is only one thought left in my mind - Not convinced. I'm not convinced! The fingers gently clasped Lam Uyen, the sound of the silver sword echoed, and the spiritual light glowed. I walked straight out of the hospital, never looking back. “Go and die, the number one monk.” “Even if it is… the nine levels of Heaven,…it is a god above and beyond…” “…so what?” I want to take it back for Thanh Da fair. Today... if Ha Coc Tuyet doesn't die, then I will die. As soon as the oath ended, the wind suddenly blew up outside, the clouds rolled like fierce waves, and thunderous thunder shook the whole void. The sect leader saw this, his face changed greatly, his spiritual power gathered, intending to forcibly suppress me. But at that moment, a figure hurriedly rushed from afar. It was the senior brother, his face pale, panting: "No... it's not good! Ha Coc Tuyet... escaped from the dungeon!" I was stunned: "Hiding...?" Without thinking much, I jumped up and rushed away. Arriving in front of the dungeon, I saw that the stone wall had been broken into a large hole, the bricks and stones were broken, traces of sword energy remained, the spiritual patterns were cracked, and the soil and stones were scorched. I turned around and asked, "Which direction did she run?" Senior brother shook his head, panting: "I can't see clearly... But Senior Uncle Hanh Hai has already chased after me." The Sect Master quickly reassured: "If Hanh Hai chases her, he will definitely take her back." I smiled coldly in my heart. They... look down on that relationship too much. Only I, who have gone through a previous life, can clearly understand - How important to Hanh Hai, Ha Coc Tuyet... is. She wants the moon in the sky, and he will do his best to pick it up for her. From that day on, I temporarily replaced the sect master to take care of Thanh Da. When I changed the medicine for him, I saw clearly... The wounds on his body were definitely not just from Ha Coc Tuyet's palm. The bruises penetrated deep into his muscles, his qi veins were damaged, his bones were cracked, and his qi and blood were even disrupted, all showing that he had experienced an extremely dangerous battle. My chest is tight, my eyes are stinging. Thanh Da met my eyes, the corner of his lips curled up, his voice was weak but still mixed with a bit of teasing: "Don't... don't cry. I don't have anything... to comfort you." I pursed my lips, took a deep breath, tilted my head and didn't look at him: "You... can't run if you can't fight?" Thanh Da chuckled, his voice as light as the wind: "Even if I run... I can't escape." Hearing that, anger flared up in my heart: "So... how did you survive for so many years?" Thanh Da raised his head, his eyes seemed to sink into the depths of the sky, his vague voice seemed to come from somewhere far away: "I don't know... Sometimes I feel like I'm... so incompetent." He paused for a moment, his lips trembled slightly, a faint trace of sadness flashed through his eyes, like a lost star in the night: "All these years... I have seen too many people come to me, then leave... But... I don't even have the courage to die... I don't have it." At that moment, for the first time I saw in Thanh Da's eyes... a deep loneliness and solitude. He lived too long. Too many people left him, too many traces of years buried around him. But he... is still standing here, alone. I sat next to the bed, gently caressing Thanh Da's clothes, softly comforting: "Not... everyone needs the courage to die." Hearing that, Thanh Da was silent for a moment, then gently patted my head, the movement was as light as a breeze. His voice was low, like a laugh, but more like a complaint: "You... don't want to know my past?" I was momentarily stunned. Have. Very curious. But... I don't know how to open my mouth. To me, Thanh Da has always been an immense mystery. A person without spiritual power can actually tame legendary beasts and master countless spiritual and mental methods. Even the sect has never heard of it, and still... lives incredibly long. You must know that, in the world of true cultivation, even though monks have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, it is only one hundred years longer. When two hundred years pass, either one ascends to immortality, or one's soul dissipates and one's bones turn to ash. But Thanh Da... no one knows how long he has lived. Even the sect master doesn't know. He saw me silent, curled his lips and smiled faintly: "Actually... I'm not as old as you think. And... I will also die." I frowned slightly: "When?" Thanh Da rested his chin, his dark eyes as deep as a quiet lake, looking into the distance: "When... she comes." I stopped, my heart was shocked: "That girl?" He didn't answer. Just tiredly closed his eyes, pulled the blanket around his shoulders, and calmly said one sentence: "I want to sleep." But how can we bear it? That sentence is like a hook, hanging upside down in my heart. So we keep asking. I asked him who "she" was. It annoyed him. Finally, he opened his eyes and threw an electric look: "It's... my former disciple." I was silent for a moment, then laughed softly, my voice mixed with a bit of teasing: "Are you... fooling children? Besides me, who else would accept an empty spiritual master like you?" Thanh Da was unhappy, raised his eyebrows, and snorted softly: "If you don't believe it, that's fine." Having finished speaking, he turned around, his back facing me, looking as uncomfortable as a child. But I feel... like a piece is missing in my heart. “His former disciple… How good was it… to make him still remember him so much?” At that moment, a strange feeling arose in my heart, confusion, sadness, mixed with a bit of choking. From then on, three months passed. There is no news about Ha Coc Tuyet. Hanh Hai also disappeared from the human world. The mountain wind blew through the yard, carrying the smell of dry leaves, but my heart... gradually calmed down, leaving only a big question mark about Thanh Da's past and her - the person he had always been waiting for.