Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

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"He wants to become a god."

Chapter 196 The Happy Life at Wulong Courtyard, Huanji Cried with Envy

The morning sunlight always carries a power to purify the soul.

As the first ray of golden light shone through the ancient window of the Oolong Temple and fell on the floor of the meditation room, Huanji slowly opened her eyes.

This was the most peaceful sleep she had ever had since she came into this world.

There were no cold alleyways, no nauseating stench, and no terrifying eyes that gleamed with an inhuman red light in the darkness.

A faint, pleasant sandalwood scent lingered around my nose.

The blanket covering her was soft, clean, and smelled of sunshine.

It's quiet, peaceful, and warm here, like a secluded paradise.

She sat up somewhat blankly and looked around. It was a very simply furnished meditation room, with nothing but a wooden bed, a desk, and a futon. But every corner of the room was spotless, giving her a sense of peace.

She looked down at herself again.

The tattered white dress she was wearing had been replaced with a clean set of pure cotton white loungewear.

Although the style is simple, it is incredibly comfortable and fits perfectly when worn.

She knew that all of this was prepared for her by her older sister, Xian'er, whose smile was as warm as the sun.

Thinking of Wang Xian'er, Huan Ji felt a warm current flow through her heart.

Last night, Wang Xian'er took her hand and first carefully cleaned the dirt and wounds off her body. Then she took out her softest pajamas for her to change into, and even cooked her a bowl of steaming millet porridge.

That bowl of porridge was the most delicious thing Huanji had ever eaten in her life.

Not only because she hadn't eaten in a long time, but also because of the pure care and kindness contained in that bowl of porridge.

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open gently.

Wang Xian'er peeked her little head in, saw that Huan Ji was awake, and immediately showed a bright smile.

"You're awake! Did you sleep well?" She came in carrying a tray. "I guessed you must be hungry, so I prepared breakfast for you."

On the tray were a bowl of crystal-clear white porridge, a dish of thinly sliced ​​pickled cucumbers, and two small, delicate vegetarian buns.

As Huanji looked at the exquisite food and smelled the tempting aroma, her stomach started growling uncontrollably.

Her face flushed slightly.

Seeing her adorable appearance, Wang Xian'er couldn't help but chuckle. She placed the tray on the table, pulled Huan Ji to sit down, and put the chopsticks in her hand.

"Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Huanji picked up the chopsticks, but her movements were somewhat clumsy. In her world, eating was a more primitive way of absorbing energy, and these human utensils that required delicate finger movements were still unfamiliar to her.

Wang Xian'er noticed her embarrassment, so she naturally sat down next to her, picked up a steamed bun, held it to her mouth, and said softly, "Come on, open your mouth."

The way he looked was like feeding a naive little sister.

Huanji hesitated for a moment, but still obediently opened her mouth and took a small bite.

The soft outer layer, combined with the sweet filling of green vegetables and shiitake mushrooms, bursts in your mouth!

good to eat!

Huanji's eyes lit up instantly!

Seeing that she liked it, Wang Xian'er smiled even more happily. She fed Huanji both buns bite by bite, and then picked up a spoon and fed her porridge spoon by spoon.

At first, Huanji was reserved and uneasy, but she gradually relaxed. She enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of gently.

This feeling reminded her of the ancient tree in her hometown that gave her life.

Only in the embrace of the ancient tree could she feel such pure warmth and safety.

After breakfast, Wang Xian'er pulled Huan Ji out of the room again.

"Come on, I'll take you for a walk in the yard!"

In the courtyard, Long Yan was meditating under the Bodhi tree. His eyes were closed, his expression solemn and dignified, and he seemed to be one with the ancient Bodhi tree behind him.

The morning sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled golden light on him.

A gentle breeze blew by, and his clean-shaven head reflected a faint halo.

Huanji was mesmerized by this scene.

She could "see" countless invisible golden energy particles converging from all directions and slowly merging into Long Yan's body. His body, in turn, resembled a perfect energy circulation system, transforming this energy into even purer golden Buddhist power, which was stored in his dantian.

He is like a human-shaped sun, constantly absorbing light and then spreading it out.

When Wang Xian'er saw Huan Ji staring at Long Yan, she whispered teasingly in her ear, "How is he? Isn't he handsome?"

Huanji nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She couldn't yet fully grasp the meaning of the word "handsome," but she knew that Long Yan was the most special and reassuring man she had ever met.

Wang Xian'er led her on a quiet stroll through the courtyard, introducing her to everything there.

"Look, that's our vegetable garden. All the vegetables there are grown by him, and they taste especially good."

"This is the kitchen. But I'm not a very good cook, so most of the time his cooking is better."

"Oh, right, there's also Uncle Da, Xiao Wen, and Xiao Long. They're also our family. But Uncle Da took them to handle some follow-up matters at the film company today. You'll see them tonight."

Wang Xian'er kept talking.

Huanji listened quietly.

She noticed that whenever Wang Xian'er talked about anything related to Long Yan, her eyes would sparkle with a light called "happiness".

That light was warm and dazzling.

Even the Ghost Princess, who had been living in fear and on the run, felt a touch of envy from the bottom of her heart.

It turns out that such beautiful feelings exist even in this seemingly cold and dangerous world.

Just then, Long Yan finished his morning class.

He opened his eyes and saw Wang Xian'er and Huan Ji, who looked like a pair of beautiful sisters in the sunlight. A gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

This peaceful life, filled with the warmth of everyday life, made his Buddhist heart more harmonious and at ease.

He stood up and walked towards them.

“The weather is perfect today,” he said. “Why don’t we work together to tidy up that abandoned medicinal herb garden on the back hill?”

“Great! Great!” Wang Xian’er immediately clapped her hands in agreement.

She turned to look at Huanji and said excitedly, "Huanji, didn't you say that your Ancient Tree of Life clan is naturally good at cultivating plants? This is the perfect opportunity to show off your skills!"

Upon hearing this, Huanji revealed her first genuine and radiant smile since arriving here.

"Ok!"

She nodded vigorously.

Being able to do what she does best and what she loves most gave her a sense of belonging to the world for the first time.

Maybe……

It's not as scary as it seems.

Maybe……

Here, she can truly begin a new life.

Chapter 197 The Phantom Princess's Ability: Resurrection

Behind Wulong Temple, there is a medicinal herb garden that has been forgotten for a long time.

This place was once carefully cared for by the previous abbot of Wulong Temple—an old Zen master who was well-versed in pharmacology.

However, after the old Zen master passed away, this place gradually fell into disrepair, with only some tenacious weeds and a few long-dead, unidentified medicinal trees remaining stubbornly.

But today, this medicinal herb garden, which had been dormant for many years, has ushered in a new life.

Long Yan, Wang Xian'er, and Huan Ji arrived at this place with hoes, shovels, and buckets.

"Wow, this place has become so desolate?" Wang Xian'er looked at the land in front of her, which was almost completely swallowed up by weeds, and couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

Long Yan smiled slightly: "It's alright. Only by sweeping away the dust can one see one's true self. Tidying up the land is also a form of cultivation."

After saying that, he took off his monk's robe, leaving him in only a black vest, revealing his bronze-colored, muscular, and powerful upper body, resembling an ancient Greek sculpture.

Then, he picked up a shovel and began turning over the soil.

He didn't use any Buddhist power, relying purely on his physical strength. Each shovel stroke was consistent in depth and force.

The strong back muscles undulated with the movement, and the smooth lines shimmered with a healthy sheen of sweat in the sunlight.

Wang Xian'er watched in a daze, her cheeks unconsciously flushing slightly.

But Huanji was more interested in something else. She walked to the center of the herb garden, came to the few medicinal trees that had been dead for many years, stretched out a slender, white jade-like finger, gently touched the rough, cracked bark, and then closed her eyes.

A faint, almost fading "life information" traveled through her fingertips into her mind.

"It...is crying..." Huanji murmured to herself, "It doesn't want to die...its soul is still trapped in this withered shell..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xian'er curiously leaned closer and asked, "Huanji, what are you talking about? Wasn't this tree already dead?"

Huan Ji shook her head and said with utmost seriousness, "No. Its 'flame of life' has only a last spark left, but it's too faint for you to sense." She then turned to Long Yan, her eyes filled with pleading and expectation, "Long Yan... Master, may I try to revive it?"

Long Yan stopped what he was doing, straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and nodded with a smile: "Of course. You'll be in charge of this place from now on."

With Long Yan's permission, Huan Ji's face revealed a sacred and solemn expression. She took a deep breath and gently placed her palms on the thickest, withered tree trunk.

The next second, a miracle occurred. A soft, yet vibrant, emerald-green light began to emanate from Huanji's body. This light was pure and full of life, like the first new bud sprouting in spring, or the freshest air in a forest after the rain. The light flowed continuously from her arm into the withered tree.

Wang Xian'er stared wide-eyed in shock.

She saw that the once lifeless, withered tree had begun to undergo incredible changes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cracked, rough bark quickly became smooth and moist, regaining its healthy brown color.