Self-struggle starting from Douluo

The small town at the foot of the Wa Mountain seems to have not changed at all, but the white hair on the temples of the innkeeper shows that things are changing all the time.

On this day, a bronze-skinned, sturdy monk walked into the inn. His patchwork robes immediately attracted the attention of all the diners.

The monk walked up to the shopkeeper with a normal expression, put his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, I can smell the fragrance from a long distance, I wonder if you can give me a goose leg?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then carefully looked at the monk. He found a familiar trace in his eyes and eyebrows, and immediately smiled and shouted, "Hey, bring a goose leg to the young master!"

The waiter was not the same as before. He hesitated when he heard this. After being hit a few times by the shopkeeper, he ran to the kitchen.

After a while, a bowl was brought in, with a goose leg in it.

The monk took it and calmly finished eating under the strange looks of many diners. He wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Boss, do you know how many Arhats there are in Buddhism?"

The shopkeeper said without hesitation: "Of course there are eight hundred Arhats!"

Qing Huan smiled mysteriously and said, "Now you understand, shopkeeper, why Buddhism still needs a Thousand-armed Guanyin!"

The shopkeeper was stunned.

The group of diners were also confused.

Gradually, some people started to look strange, then more and more people understood, and everyone's faces looked strange.

But some people were furious and slammed the table and shouted, "Where did this filthy monk come from to defile our Buddha like this?"

The monk smiled and said, "If Buddha cannot tolerate defilement, then he is not Buddha!"

After saying this, he bowed eleven times to the shopkeeper and walked out leisurely.

After the monk left, someone asked, "Boss, who is this monk?"

The shopkeeper looked at the door, sighed slightly, and said, "He is Master Qing Huan."

"Qing Huan? That evil monk?"

"He actually went back to Washan?"

"..."

……

The chess game at the foot of Mount Wa seemed like it would never end.

Qinghuan looked at the scholars gathered in groups of three or four around the chessboard, as well as the monks guarding the mountains nearby, and his heart inexplicably calmed down.

A monk walked up to Qing Huan with a complicated expression, clasped his hands together and said, "Junior brother, you shouldn't have come back."

Qing Huan returned the greeting and said with a smile: "Brother Guan Hai, what's wrong? I was expelled from the temple?"

Guan Hai was speechless, shook his head, turned sideways, and gave way to the mountain path.

Qinghuan smiled, stepped onto the mountain path, then stood still and looked up.

Looking up at the winding mountain road, Qing Huan seemed to see a surging river rushing down the mountain road...

The torrent is pouring down, unstoppable!
Looking at the momentum, one even wonders whether this mountain path existed originally, or was washed out by this big river when it split the Wa Mountain?

This is a sense of "intention" recorded by every blade of grass, every brick and every stone on Washan Mountain, and now empathy is given to Qinghuan.

The entire Wa Mountain was telling Qinghuan that there was a huge river on the mountain that flowed endlessly and could split the mountain and create a path!

It was him!

Qinghuan lowered her eyelids, raised her feet, and began to climb the mountain step by step along the mountain path.

……

All the way to the cliff on the mountainside, seeing the familiar cave, the familiar pear tree, the familiar pavilion, and the familiar people under the pavilion, Qing Huan grinned, walked quickly forward, knelt down and said: "Master, I'm back."

Master Qishan, who was wearing thick cotton clothes, sighed slightly, reached out and touched Qinghuan's head, and said, "Have you suffered these years?"

Qing Huan said: "It's not bitter, but it's quite fun!"

Master Qishan smiled and said, "I almost forgot, your name is "Qing Huan"... Get up."

Qing Huan stood up, clasped his hands together towards the middle-aged man sitting opposite Master Qi Shan, and said, "I am Qing Huan, a humble monk, and I greet Pavilion Master Liu!"

When Qing Huan saw the river that Wa Shan had told him about, he knew who was coming. The head of the Southern Jin Sword Pavilion, Sword Saint Liu Bai!

Liu Bai has been looking at Qing Huan, sizing her up with sharp eyes. An ordinary person would not be able to withstand his gaze.

Because his eyes are really like sharp swords, scraping against your body and causing pain!

"What an amazing little monk."

Liu Bai nodded, his voice as decisive as a sword, and said: "I will only use one sword!"

Then he drew his sword!

Simple, direct, and straight to the core!
If Qinghuan can't even take his sword, no matter how great she will be in the future, now she just needs to be obedient and has no right to speak!
Although there are only a few people in this world who can take on Liu Bai's sword.

Qinghuan stood beside Master Qishan, one foot away from him, and Liu Bai sat opposite Master Qishan, three feet away from him.

Liu Bai drew his sword at Qinghuan from three feet away.

When Liu Bai mentioned the sword, he did not actually draw the sword. Instead, he pointed a finger at Qinghuan.

Then Qinghuan saw a surging river, which seemed to have fallen from the sky and turned into a river in the sky, rushing towards her!

Qinghuan has seen many practitioners, most of whom are monks from Yuelun Kingdom. Even though those monks talk about Buddhism, the methods they use are all based on Yuan Qi!

They turned the energy of heaven and earth into wind, water, and soil... dyed it gold, white, and blue...

Or wrap the energy of heaven and earth around your body, hold it in your hands, or raise it above your head...

They use the vital energy of heaven and earth, and they are just tools using the vital energy of heaven and earth.

But the Liu Bai in front of him is different. The river is his intention, and the vitality of heaven and earth is the river wind caused unintentionally when the river washes.

The river breeze feels very comfortable blowing on my body, but what is truly terrifying is this big river!

Qinghuan raised his hand, his cassock was half draped over his body. As he raised his hand, the cassock hung on his arm, covering the front of his body and half of his face.

It was like a shy lady who covered half of her face with her wide sleeves, leaving only a pair of affectionate eyes.

Liu Bai is a man, an old man at that, so Qinghuan naturally wouldn't be full of affection, but his eyes were very bright, and the light in his eyes was even brighter than the sun in the sky at this moment.

As a result, the cassock was also illuminated by his eyes, reflecting the light.

The river that could wash away everything just washed over the patchwork robes... and then it never came back!
At this moment, Qinghuan's cassock seemed to have turned into a bottomless abyss. No matter how much river water there was, it would eventually flow into the abyss.

The surging river flows into the unfathomable abyss!

Vast and boundless, countless, this is called “immeasurable”!
Liu Bai's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen something that surprised him greatly, and his heart began to fluctuate.

The calm and cold sword suddenly became hot, and the surging river turned into an increasingly turbulent torrent.

Liu Bai's expression was one of surprise, but Qinghuan's face was bitter. Even though the light in his eyes was brighter, the light on the cassock in front of him could not be any stronger.

Moreover, the cassock, which was originally like the entrance to the abyss, began to shake violently, as if the faint sound of river water crashing came from the distant depths.

Before, Liu Bai used the word "big river". No matter how much water there is in the river, Wuliang can hold it.

But now Liu Bai used the "sword", and since it was a sword, it must pierce something.

Therefore, even if the river rushes into the "infinity", its trend is still endless and it is impossible to stop it. In the "infinity", it keeps moving forward and never looks back!
When the waterfall falls from the sky, it will stop and accumulate to form a pool, replacing the bluestone at the bottom of the cliff and continuing to be washed by the waterfall, so the bluestone at the bottom of the pool remains safe and sound.

If there is no pool of water under the waterfall, the waterfall will continue to rush all the way to the bottom of the earth, never ending!
That's how water drips through stone!

The river will not stop, and will keep on charging forward until eternity... Even "Infinity" cannot bear it!

"Tear--"

There was a hole in Qinghuan’s cassock!
Liu Bai put down his finger, his eyes full of admiration.

Qinghuan hugged his own cassock, looking as if he had lost his parents. The corners of his mouth twitched with heartache, and he didn't care at all that blood kept coming out of his mouth.

Just like one’s own robes, they are more valuable than one’s own blood.

“It’s broken…it’s broken…”

Qing Huan ignored the fact that he was vomiting blood, and held the cassock with trembling hands. He looked at the hole as big as a bowl and felt as sad as if a relative had died. He said, "It's such a big hole!" (End of this chapter)