Legend Management Bureau Chapter 352

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Mahakasyapa picked himself up from the ground in a sorry state. He remained silent for a long time before a faint smile finally crept onto his face.

“As expected of you…” he shook his head and slowly said. “I thought I could fight you to a standstill without relying on ‘Buddhist Dharma’, but it seems your skills are a cut above.”

“Hmm?” Black Impermanence ripped off his sleeve and wrapped it tightly around the wound on his lower abdomen. “You have a backup plan?”

“Heh heh heh…” Mahakasyapa picked up his staff from the ground and looked at the blood on it. “Black Impermanence, this humble monk already knows your Suffering.”

“Oh?” Black Impermanence coldly snorted, grabbing his soul-reaping chain and constantly swinging it in circles through the air. “I don’t recall ever hiding anything. So what if you know?”

“Heh heh heh…” Mahakasyapa continually revealed a hideous smile, muttering to Black Impermanence, “So the person you ‘want to kill most’ in this world is no longer around?”

Black Impermanence frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Let me see…” Mahakasyapa wiped Black Impermanence’s blood off the wooden staff with his finger and put it into his mouth. He tasted Black Impermanence’s blood as if savoring a rare delicacy, then slowly said, “Oh, this monk was wrong. That person is not gone; rather, they exist within another person’s body in a wondrous way…”

Black Impermanence looked coldly at Mahakasyapa, the hairs on his body standing on end one by one.

Black Impermanence widened his eyes in an instant. In the entire world, only he and Xie Bi’an knew about this matter, yet this bizarre monk before him…

“You wish to kill him, but you couldn’t find him for nine hundred years. When he finally returned, he played an indelible role, leaving you no opportunity to strike… This has always been a torment in your heart. Is this humble monk wrong?”

Black Impermanence pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, “What you said is correct, but so what?”

“Why not take your revenge?” Mahakasyapa twirled the staff in his hand for a while before finally pointing it in the direction of Du Yu. “Why not kill him?”

“You…” Black Impermanence’s pupils instantly dilated. “What kind of nonsense are you spouting? You dare to openly voice such a crude tactic to sow discord?!”

“Crude?” Mahakasyapa retracted his staff, laying it across his palms. “Thus have I heard: Among the Immortal Deities and Immortals in the three thousand great thousand worlds, not a single one has escaped the sea of suffering.”

After speaking, he actually sat cross-legged in mid-air and began chanting a bizarre Buddhist scripture.

“Thus have I heard, all beings attain great wisdom and skillful means. They fully comprehend the wordless Dharma treasury. Possessing the joy of eloquent debate without violating truth or convention. Courageous and diligent, forever free from the bonds of defilement.”

Hearing this, Black Impermanence let out a helpless sigh. “I don’t understand a single word. Can you fake monks stop defiling genuine Buddhist scriptures?”

But in the next second, Black Impermanence’s heart suddenly pounded fiercely.

Countless memories unexpectedly flooded his mind.

In the vision, a frail woman was lying in bed, gently stroking Fan Wujiu’s face, and asked, “Little Fan, how many days do I have left?”

“You have a long time left.” Fan Wujiu held her slender hand tightly. “We still have many places to go… You absolutely will be fine… I have already asked an Operator for help… It’s just that his schedule is a bit full. He promised me that right after this Legend, he will go save you immediately…”

“Is that so…” The girl smiled bitterly. Although her face was completely drained of blood, she still looked breathtakingly beautiful. “Sometimes I really envy the Operators who can enter Legends. They get to step into so many beautiful stories… Where did the Operator go this time?”

Black Impermanence thought for a moment with a sorrowful expression and said, “I heard it’s ‘Kuafu Chases the Sun’.”

“‘Kuafu Chases the Sun’…” The girl pondered for a while before saying, “Little Fan, why do you think someone in this world would obsess over chasing a sun that is bound to fade away sooner or later?”

Fan Wujiu’s face darkened, his heartache beyond words. “Perhaps to some people… that sun that will eventually fade away is their entire world.”

“No.” Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes as she gently shook her head. “Little Fan, you will have a better world. You will meet a brighter sun. I have committed too many sins, and this is the fate I deserve. If having my soul scattered and spirit dispersed can buy you a lifetime of peace…”

“Xiaoxiao!” Fan Wujiu nervously reached out and gently placed his fingers over the girl’s soft lips. “Don’t say that… You will be fine… Rest assured… That Operator promised me…”

But what Fan Wujiu didn’t expect was that the Operator completely vanished within the Legend of “Kuafu Chases the Sun”.

It was said that he betrayed the Legend Management Bureau and his whereabouts became unknown.

And over the following days, Fan Wujiu watched helplessly as the woman before him gradually had her soul scattered and spirit dispersed right in his arms.

It was an agony like having his entire heart slowly torn apart.

After a ghost has its soul scattered and spirit dispersed, it leaves no traces behind.

Fan Wujiu could only collect her clothes and bury them in his own home, respectfully inscribing “Tomb of my beloved wife, Su Xiaoxiao” on the tombstone.

He also inscribed a poem: “Dew on the dark orchids, like trails of tears. Nothing to tie a lover’s knot, mist-shrouded flowers cannot be cut. Grass like a cushion, pines like a canopy, wind as a skirt, water as pendants. In an oil-lacquered carriage, waiting at dusk. Cold emerald candles, wasting their brilliance. Beneath the Western Mausoleum, the wind blows and the rain falls.”

This was the poem “Tomb of Su Xiaoxiao” written by the Tang dynasty poet Li He.

Many poets such as Bai Juyi, Wen Tingyun, Quan Deyu, Shen Yuanli, Yuan Yishan, and Yuan Hongdao had written poems with “Su Xiaoxiao” as the subject, but Fan Wujiu exclusively loved this one by Li He.

“The world thinks you died long ago, but only I know that starting today, the person known as Su Xiaoxiao is truly gone from this world.”

After doing all this, he fashioned a wooden tablet out of locust tree wood and carved the spirit tablet of his mortal enemy, Zhan Qisheng.

The locust tree is the ghost among woods.

When locust wood is used for a spirit tablet, as long as the tablet stands, the curse upon it will never dissipate.

From that day onward, Fan Wujiu would speak in front of Su Xiaoxiao’s tomb every day, and curse in front of Zhan Qisheng’s spirit tablet every day.

But even so, the Suffering in his heart never faded.

When he first learned that Zhan Qisheng was inside a Legend, he wanted nothing more than to directly destroy the entire Legend Management Bureau, but he couldn’t do that.

The Legend Management Bureau bore the weight of countless lives; he could not let more people suffer for his own selfish desires.

Later, Zhan Qisheng was brought back by Du Yu, but he was burdened with the task of rebuilding the entire Legend Management Bureau.

Fan Wujiu had been waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a chance to kill Zhan Qisheng.

However, he never expected that in the end, all he would wait for was Zhan Qisheng’s corpse.

To him, could this be considered avenging his grudge?

Fan Wujiu’s heart was entirely hollow.

He always felt like he had lost something very important; he always felt that he owed Su Xiaoxiao.

At this moment, Mahakasyapa gradually approached Black Impermanence and spoke, “He is right there, completely unsuspecting that you would try to kill him. This time, you can finally exact your revenge.”

Black Impermanence looked expressionlessly in the direction Mahakasyapa was pointing.

It was precisely Du Yu.