Peerless Divine Emperor

The crowd around was also shocked by the sudden outbreak of the battle, but they did not look at the Buddhist cultivators who were knocked away, but looked at the Buddhist cultivator with a broken arm, and most of their faces were full of shock.

They could not believe that such an inconspicuous figure with a broken arm was actually a hidden master. He just sat there and did not move, and easily repelled several high-level emperors. His strength was simply terrifying.

"What happened just now?" someone asked.

"I failed to seek the truth, but was taught a lesson instead." Some insiders explained in a low voice.

They witnessed what happened. The figure with a broken arm had refused twice, but those people did not listen at all, and even wanted to threaten the figure with a broken arm. They never thought that the gap in strength between them was so big.

He could not even withstand the opponent's palm, but he still wanted to use force. It was ridiculous.

"Who is the figure with a broken arm?" Someone else asked. Such a terrible person must be famous.

However, no one responded to the man's words. No one knew the origin of the broken-armed figure, as if, as he had said before, he was just one of the countless living beings, nameless and without a surname.

"Ahem." The Buddhist cultivators who were repelled kept coughing up blood, crawled up from the ground, and looked at the broken-armed figure who was still sitting there quietly, with fear in their eyes. Not only was he proficient in Buddhism, but his strength was also so terrible?

"Let's go!" One person said, and then several people left here in embarrassment.

The crowd around looked at the broken-armed figure meaningfully, and then dispersed one after another. What happened just now was just a small episode for them. Although Nanxiao City was peaceful, it did not mean that there would be no fighting. As long as there were people, there would be no fighting.

Qin Xuan's eyes flickered, and he raised his feet and walked in a direction. A moment later, he stood in front of the broken-armed figure.

With the strength of the broken-armed figure, he naturally sensed Qin Xuan's existence, but he did not react at all, and lowered his head slightly, as if he was asleep.

But Qin Xuan did not disturb the broken-armed figure. He also sat down without saying a word, making people wonder what he wanted to do.

The two sat like this. After an unknown period of time, the broken-armed figure suddenly said, "What are you doing here?"

"Like those people just now, seeking the Tao." Qin Xuan responded.

"Since you are seeking the Tao, why don't you speak?" The broken-armed figure asked again.

"Seeking the Tao lies in the heart. If the senior is willing to preach, he will naturally preach. If the senior is not willing, my fate will be the same as those people just now, so why bother to speak?" Qin Xuan asked back.

Hearing Qin Xuan's answer, the broken-armed figure was silent for a moment, and then said, "Everyone has a different way to practice. You can't practice my Tao. Let's go."

"The senior's Tao is to understand the sufferings of the world. This Tao is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people. I don't think I can practice it either." Qin Xuan nodded. He has been practicing all the way to now. Although he has experienced many hardships and struggled on the border of life and death several times, if he is asked to practice the Tao of the broken-armed figure, he can't do it.

At least, he couldn't cut off the love between men and women. He had parents, a wife, friends, and teachers, all of which he couldn't give up. The path of the broken-armed figure must cut off all worldly ties.

The broken-armed figure stared at Qin Xuan, and seemed a little surprised at Qin Xuan's answer. Then he asked, "Since you know you can't cultivate, why are you sitting here?"

"Although it can't be cultivated, there are three thousand great ways in the world, but they all lead to the same destination. I would like to ask the senior, how do you feel now after practicing this path? Has your heart ever wavered?" Qin Xuan asked the broken-armed figure. This was the first time he met an ascetic monk. He was very curious about how the other party persisted.

Hearing Qin Xuan's question, the broken-armed figure fell silent again, and this time it lasted longer.

It seemed that Qin Xuan's question had stumped him.

"There are many hardships in a person's life. Face them with a smile, don't complain, be leisurely, follow your heart, be casual, and follow fate. You just need to wait for a hundred years, when that flower blooms." The broken-armed figure suddenly uttered a voice, and his tone became much gentler than before.

It seemed that these words were not only an answer to Qin Xuan's question, but also an answer to his heart.

Qin Xuan's eyes showed a trace of thoughtfulness. He could still understand the first part, but the last two sentences were very profound, which made him very confused.

He couldn't help but look at the broken-armed figure and asked: "After a hundred years, how do you explain the time when that flower blooms?"

"A hundred years is just a virtual reference, maybe ten years, maybe ten thousand years. As for that flower, it refers to the flower of the avenue." The broken-armed figure responded.

After the broken-armed figure's explanation, Qin Xuan immediately understood.

No matter how difficult and bumpy life is, just face everything with a smile, let go of the worries and troubles in your heart, and let nature take its course. Then sooner or later, the flower of the avenue will bloom for you.

This is the way that the broken-armed figure believes in, and it is also the power that supports him to persevere.

Qin Xuan looked at the broken-armed figure, and suddenly felt a trace of admiration in his heart.

With his strength, he could have regenerated his broken arm long ago, but he did not do so. He was willing to face the world in this way. It can be seen that his state of mind has reached a transcendent state. He has no desires and does not care about what the world thinks of him. He only pursues the freedom of his heart.

"Senior, your state of mind is extraordinary. I admire you." Qin Xuan bowed to the figure with the broken arm. Such an extraordinary person is indeed worthy of respect.

"Donor, you are too kind. It is not easy to be extraordinary." The broken-armed figure smiled bitterly. Although he has always insisted on his own way, he has not yet realized it. It can be seen that he has never been able to be truly extraordinary in his heart.

Qin Xuan's eyes condensed when he heard this, and he seemed to understand the thoughts in the broken-armed figure's heart. He smiled and said, "I believe that the senior will be able to make the Tao flower bloom one day!"

"Let the Tao flower bloom?" The broken-armed figure murmured to himself. There seemed to be a ray of light shining in his turbid eyes. Then he looked up at Qin Xuan and said, "Thank you for your good words."

"Master, continue to practice." Qin Xuan said goodbye to the broken-armed figure, and then stood up and left here. He had a conversation with this person and gained a lot in his heart.

The broken-armed figure looked at Qin Xuan's departing back, and his eyes seemed to contain an unfathomable meaning. After a while, he also stood up and disappeared in the crowd.