Chapter 845: Suffering and Passing Away

"Master Wu Che!" Han Xu waved his hand and walked up.

Wu Che stood straight outside the gate of Xiaoquan Temple. There seemed to be a faint golden light under his skin. His strong tendon muscles were stronger than the last time he saw him.

"Not bad, you have reached the realm of creation." Han Xu saw through Wu Che's realm at a glance. He had already penetrated the seven major acupoints and cultivated the Douzhan Sutra to the realm of perfection. He was not far from the highest realm of unity between heaven and man.

"Donor, you are mocking this poor monk!" Wu Che said to Han Xu without even opening his eyes, holding a Buddhist salute with one hand.

Han Xu smiled and walked forward, and directly punched. The strange thing was that Wu Che, who had been closing his eyes, seemed to have a telepathic connection. His right fist hit, and it just met Han Xu's fist.

"Long time no see." Han Xu said.

"Long time no see." Wu Che also said. He knew that Han Xu had come. The breath of the Supreme was as dazzling as the sun in the sky. How could he not feel it?

Who else but Han Xu could be the peerless supreme being who could walk up from the foot of the mountain?

"This poor monk's fist can be regarded as a punch against the supreme being." Wu Che opened his eyes and said to Han Xu.

"How about letting you hit a few more times?" Han Xu said jokingly.

"Forget it, Master knows you are here and is waiting for you in the study." Wu Che said, making a gesture of invitation.

"Is Master Kujie okay?" Han Xu asked casually, but he found that Wu Che's eyes dimmed after hearing it.

Wu Che said: "Master's condition is not very good, you will know when you go to see him."

Han Xu was shocked and his steps accelerated unconsciously, and Wu Che followed him.

In Kujie's study, Han Xu finally saw Master Kujie. Although he only saw a back figure at first glance, Han Xu still found that Kujie was thinner than before.

"Amitabha! Donor Han is here." Kujie turned around. Even though Han Xu was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart when he really saw Kujie's face.

In the past, Kujie was vigorous. Although he was old, his spirit and energy were no less than those of a young man. But the Kujie in front of him was full of wrinkles, his skin was sagging, and even his body was a little hunched, like an old man in his twilight years.

"Master Kujie, what's wrong with you?" Han Xu stepped forward, holding Kujie's hand and asked with concern.

"Nothing, I'm just old, and time is not forgiving." Kujie still had a kind smile on his face, and his expression and tone were the same as before.

"Impossible." Han Xu didn't care whether Kujie agreed or not, and a stream of true energy directly hit Kujie's body from the palm of his hand.

This investigation surprised Han Xu. Kujie's body was actually empty, let alone true energy, and there was not even a bit of spiritual energy.

"Senior, what happened? Is it Kunlun?" Han Xu asked. He couldn't understand why Kujie's great cultivation would disappear without a trace. Logically, there were not many people in the world who could defeat Kujie, and there should be no one else except Kunlun who could have grudges with Kujie.

Kujie shook his head and said, "It's none of other people's business."

Wuche came over and said to Han Xu, "Let me tell you. Master has passed all his cultivation to me."

"Why is that?" Han Xu asked in surprise. Wuche's talent was not bad. Even if he practiced step by step, he would not be inferior to Kujie in the future. There was no need to use such a method to improve his cultivation.

Kujie said, "My time is coming, so I thought about not wasting my cultivation. The world is about to encounter a catastrophe. I will pass my cultivation to Wuche, which can be regarded as leaving some self-protection power for Koizumi Temple."

"Amitabha!" Wuche said, and then he retreated and closed the door. He already knew the reason for all this.

"I didn't expect that in just three years, Donor Han has already achieved the supreme position. It seems that Donor Li's choice was not wrong." Kujie sat down with the help of Han Xu and said.

"Junior is just lucky." Han Xu said, "Let me check your physical condition for you. I will definitely find a way to treat you. Why don't you go with me to the Taoist sect to stay temporarily? Senior Huangfu Xuanyan is also in the Taoist sect now. We will definitely find a way together."

Han Xu looked a little anxious.

But Kujie said, "Don't bother. I am at the end of my life. I can't be cured by medicine. Donor Han doesn't need to feel sad for me. Birth, aging, illness and death are the natural way. Donor Han is now responsible for saving the people. You shouldn't be distracted by my affairs. I have no regrets to see Donor Han achieve the supreme position before leaving and see Wu Che become a strong man who can stand on his own."

"The mind of the senior is beyond the reach of the junior." Han Xu bowed and said, he knew that nothing he said now could change Kujie's mind.

Moreover, Han Xu's current medical skills are actually better than Huangfu Xuanyan. After seeing Kujie's situation, he knew that what Kujie said was true. Although he did have a way to extend Kujie's life with elixirs, it was not a long-term solution. The power of the elixir could only extend Kujie's life for three to five years at most.

Looking at Kujie's appearance, he no longer had any regrets. Respecting his choice might be the best way.

So Han Xu sat next to Kujie and chatted with him until the sun set.

Kujie's body had actually been empty for a long time. He could hold on until now, perhaps because of his obsession to see Han Xu for the last time. During the conversation, Han Xu could clearly feel that the last bit of life in Kujie's body was also fading rapidly.

He knew that Kujie's deadline was approaching, so he sent a message to call Wu Che, who was guarding outside the door, in.

"Senior, is there anything else you need to tell me? I will do my best to fulfill my wish." Han Xu asked.

"The poor monk is worthy of heaven and earth in this life. The only thing he is ashamed of is Xiaoquan Temple. As the abbot of Xiaoquan Temple, the poor monk failed to teach the disciples of Xiaoquan Temple to become talents." Kujie said, "Donor Han, please promise the poor monk, If Xiaoquan Temple is in trouble in the future, please help Xiaoquan Temple and leave incense.”

"Senior, don't worry. From now on, the affairs of Koquan Temple will be the junior's business. As long as the junior is still alive, no one will touch any plant or tree in Koquan Temple."

"With your guarantee, I can rest assured." After Ku Jie finished speaking, he looked at Wu Che, who quickly stepped forward and knelt beside Ku Jie.

"Master..." Even though he had known it for a long time, when this moment really came, Wu Che, a proud man, still shed tears of sadness.

"Silly boy, there is no need to feel sad." Kujie said, "You are extremely talented, but being a teacher has delayed you."

Ku Jie's words were full of guilt. In his life, he spent most of his energy on the righteousness of saving the world. He indeed neglected to teach his disciples. Otherwise, with the qualifications of enlightenment, his achievements would not be at least as good as his own. Worse than today's Buddhists.

"Master has worked so hard for me, I understand." Wu Che said, "What's more, if Master hadn't taken him in, Wu Che would have fallen into the trap of tigers and wolves. Master is like a father to his disciples. Without Master, the disciples would not be where they are today."

Wu Che said: "Master, don't worry, my disciple will protect Xiaoquan Temple for you in the future."

"Good disciple." Kujie stretched out his trembling hand and placed it on Wu Che's head. Then he took off the cassock that represented the identity of the abbot, put it on Wu Che's body, and buckled it carefully for him.

"If you have any doubts, please ask Donor Han for advice."

"The disciples will."

Kujie nodded with satisfaction, and finally said to Han Xu: "Donor Han, one last thing, don't trust Zhuge Zhaixing too much."

After saying that, Kujie closed his eyes, and his body emitted dazzling Buddha light. In the Buddha light, his body became illusory, and finally turned into a relic suspended in mid-air.

"The abbot has passed away!" Wu Che shouted with tears in his eyes and heartache.