Max-Level Learning Ability: Facing The Cliff And Repenting For 80 Years-Chapter 437: The Lady in the Sea of Flowers (2)

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Then, after three generations, they became completely localized. Except for their origins, everything about the Buddhist sects was different.

At the foot of Mount Sumeru, many locals made three prostrations and nine kowtows to reach this place, their faces relaxed with relieved smiles, shedding their burdens and pressures. They circled the mountains, waters, and Buddhist pagodas, finally arriving at the foot of Mount Sumeru to receive baptism and achieve spiritual completion.

Li Qingshan watched for a while before stepping onto Mount Sumeru.

As soon as he set foot on Mount Sumeru, Li Qingshan felt a heartbeat.

It was not his heartbeat.

It was the heartbeat of Mount Sumeru.

Li Qingshan looked at Mount Sumeru in astonishment, “It’s alive!”

This entire mountain was alive.

Different from the Big Clock and the nine heavens, these were all realization magic treasures.

Mount Sumeru was a mountain that, through countless ages, nourished by Amitabha and countless followers, gradually developed its own heartbeat.

It was awakening.

After thoroughly investigating, Li Qingshan decided not to disturb Mount Sumeru. This was a rare miracle of countless ages, and there was no enmity between him and the mountain, so he saw no need to disrupt it.

“There’s no sign of any women on Mount Sumeru either,” Li Qingshan said, frowning, as his Emperor’s primordial spirit enveloped the entire mountain.

“Wait, there’s an Emperor!” Suddenly, Li Qingshan realized the presence of an Emperor on Mount Sumeru who had also noticed him.

On Mount Sumeru, there was a simple and unassuming Emperor residing on an unnamed peak. The peak stood like a Buddha on one side of Mount Sumeru, not very conspicuous, but an Emperor lived there—a person who could see through Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan raised his eyes and met the gaze of this Emperor.

It was an old monk, his beard white, dressed in a crescent-white monk robe, holding a broom and sweeping fallen leaves.

“Welcome, Immortal Emperor Li, to Mount Sumeru,” the old monk said with a smile.

“Senior, you know me?” Li Qingshan stepped forward, creating ripples in space, and arrived at the peak to see the old monk.

“The Immortal Plane’s prominent Emperor, this old monk still knows of you,” the old monk said, smiling freely at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan looked at the old monk and then at the surroundings. The blooming phoenix trees blocked much sunlight, providing shade. The old monk was sweeping the steps leading deeper into the mountain.

“How should I address you, senior?” Li Qingshan asked.

“Monk Fayin,” the old monk said softly.

“Senior Fayin, you feel different from other Emperors in the Immortal Plane,” Li Qingshan observed the old monk and spoke directly.

Monk Fayin put away his broom and walked up the steps, asking, “How am I different? We are all of the Emperor realm.”

“No, you feel like an Emperor from a million years ago, not like today’s Emperors,” Li Qingshan said seriously.

Having experienced the era from a million years ago, Li Qingshan instantly recognized that Monk Fayin fit perfectly with that time but seemed out of place in the current era.

Monk Fayin looked at Li Qingshan with surprise, not expecting him to notice. Walking up the steps, he said, “I broke through to the Emperor Realm a million years ago. Perhaps because I always long for that era, I can’t fit into the current one.”

“Senior, may I ask you to enlighten me?” Li Qingshan followed Monk Fayin, humbly asking for guidance.

“You are now the lord of the Celestial Court, powerful in the Immortal Plane. What puzzles you?” Monk Fayin asked.

“Senior, I came to the Western Lands to find a woman. She is here in the Western Lands,” Li Qingshan explained.

“If you’re looking for a woman, you should ask someone else. Although I am an Emperor, I am isolated from the news. If not for the disturbance you caused when you broke through, I wouldn’t even know about it. I haven’t appeared in public for a long time,” Monk Fayin said.

“I used the rules to search for her. The rules told me she was in the Western Lands, but the Western Lands are vast. Finding one woman here is like searching for a needle in a haystack. Please, senior, assist me,” Li Qingshan pleaded.

The strength of the old monk was something Li Qingshan couldn’t fathom. Realizing this, Li Qingshan decided to lower his stance, hoping it might yield different results.

This was Li Qingshan’s first time communicating with another Emperor since becoming one himself.

“Who’s the woman you’re looking for? I can help you find the woman you are looking for,” Monk Fayin agreed, seeing Li Qingshan’s respectful approach.

“Her name is Hua Yun. She came to the Western Lands less than twenty years ago and is very beautiful,” Li Qingshan explained.

“Hua Yun…” Monk Fayin’s expression changed upon hearing the name, muttering to himself with a peculiar look at Li Qingshan.

“What’s the matter?” Li Qingshan asked curiously. Could there be more to Hua Yun?

“I do know someone by that name, but I’m not sure if she’s the one you’re looking for,” Monk Fayin said.

“Please tell me, and I will determine that myself,” Li Qingshan said eagerly, finally seeing a glimmer of hope.

“In the Western Lands, before the Buddhist sects were established, Amitabha attained enlightenment and founded the Buddhist sects. At the same time, there was an Immortal named Hua Yun who also attained the Dao. Amitabha referred to her as his elder sister. Although she did not join the Buddhist sects, she was honored as the Flower Bodhisattva, overseeing all flowers. Her name was Hua Yun,” Monk Fayin said softly.

Li Qingshan slowly furrowed his brow, looking at the monk in disbelief, and asked, “Are you saying that when Amitabha attained enlightenment, this Flower Immortal already existed?”

The era of Amitabha was indeed ancient, possibly around eight million years ago. What relationship did the Flower Immortal from that time have with the current Hua Yun?

Monk Fayin nodded and said, “I only know of one Hua Yun, recorded in the earliest Buddhist scriptures. Whether she is related to the Hua Yun you speak of, I don’t know. But after several million years, they likely aren’t connected.”

“Has no woman been coming to Mount Sumeru during this time?” Li Qingshan asked.

“I’ll ask for you. There have indeed been women coming to Mount Sumeru during this period, but I don’t know if any of them are the Hua Yun you’re looking for.” The monk immediately inquired with the leader of Mount Sumeru and received a clear answer.

“There has been no woman named Hua Yun coming to Mount Sumeru in the past ten to twenty years,” Monk Fayin told Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan pondered, frowning slightly. This seemed like searching for a needle in a haystack again.

“Senior, please tell me the life story of that Flower Immortal,” Li Qingshan asked.

“Alright, but don’t get your hopes up. It has been so many years. Back then, Flower Immortal didn’t join Buddhism, but Amitabha still allocated the Million Flower Sea for her to reside in the Western Lands. He instructed the future generations of Buddhism that this Million Flower Sea should not be destroyed. So even now, the Million Flower Sea still exists, preserved as a Buddhist ancestral instruction. It’s well-maintained and not open to the public, only to be viewed from afar,” Monk Fayin said.

“Where is this Million Flower Sea?” Li Qingshan asked immediately.

“Close at hand, yet far away.” Monk Fayin pointed, touching Li Qingshan’s forehead, directly causing his primordial spirit to leave his body and fall into a vast void, landing in an immense world.

This world was full of blooming flowers, of different seasons, varieties, and fragrances. Some were withering while others were flourishing, creating a vibrant and stunning scene that made Li Qingshan’s eyes light up.

But the next moment, he felt a pang of unease.

With just a single touch, Monk Fayin had separated his Emperor primordial spirit from his body and sent it into the Flower Immortal’s Million Flower Sea.

No wonder he said it was close at hand, yet far away.

Li Qingshan saw, among the flowers, a graceful young woman in a white dress, with flowing black hair, standing with her back to him. Her posture was elegant, exuding an intellectual beauty.

For some reason, the first thought that came to Li Qingshan’s mind was two words:

Hua Yun!

The lady standing among the flowers, surrounded by the sea of flowers, was Hua Yun whom he had been looking for.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart as he slowly approached.