Chapter 815 - 20: Patricidal Rebel, Innate Buddha’s Son

Chapter 815: Chapter 20: Patricidal Rebel, Innate Buddha’s Son

That year was the year of the Saint’s celestial tour, the birth of the Immortal Path.

Xu Jia chose to stop at the border between Kunlun and the South Sea to care for this golden monkey cub, born with unusual signs and a pitiful background.

From that day on, Liu’er officially embarked on the path of cultivation.

For this golden monkey cub, "Liu’er" was both his official name and the nickname his master gave him.

Anyway, Liu’er didn’t mind; he didn’t even resent those of his kind who expelled him from the tribe.

The warmth Xu Jia brought to Liu’er was enough to cover his unfortunate childhood.

Especially after gaining intelligence, Liu’er’s affection for Xu Jia was beyond any words.

He loved to step on Xu Jia’s footprints, imitating the way he walked...

Whenever he saw Xu Jia get angry, he’d put on a pitiful look...

When he couldn’t see Xu Jia for a few minutes, he’d panic and cry out...

Xu Jia, who had never raised a child, for the first time experienced the hardships of doing so with Liu’er.

Sometimes, an exasperated Xu Jia wanted to knock on Liu’er’s head to see what was going on inside his mind.

Yet whenever Liu’er truly fell ill, Xu Jia would rush around tirelessly for him.

Completely forgetting that just a minute ago, he was angry at Liu’er for being mischievous.

Thus, through these day and night interactions, an emotional bond beyond blood, akin to father and son, gradually formed between Xu Jia and Liu’er.

As the saying goes, seeing a hundred times is not as good as experiencing once.

The more experiences the two went through together, the deeper their feelings grew.

The human tragedies Xu Jia had witnessed before would unintentionally surface in his mind.

In a certain sense, the differences between Xu Jia and Liu’er were much greater than those individuals of the same species with identical appearances.

The most crucial aspect was that the chaotic consciousness within Liu’er’s being was always present.

Though not yet awakened, its persistent restlessness was an indelible worry in Xu Jia’s heart.

Thus, Xu Jia cautiously nurtured the sensitive Liu’er while attempting to understand that chaotic consciousness within him.

Unfortunately, before Xu Jia could unravel the source of that chaos, Liu’er "awakened."

Or, more precisely, the Venerable Anan from the future descended.

Initially, as his behavior and mannerisms gradually became more human, Xu Jia thought Liu’er was merely imitating him.

However, as time passed, Liu’er’s mouth began to issue words and theories Xu Jia had never encountered.

By the time Xu Jia realized something was amiss, Liu’er had already begun transforming into Anan.

"Father, are you a student of the Tao Ancestor?"

When Liu’er, in a deepening voice, asked this, Xu Jia fell silent.

For he had never told Liu’er that he was a student of Li Boyang.

At the same time, Xu Jia was certain that even if Liu’er had mastered Sharp-Earing and Telepathy, he could never have peered into his heart.

So, the question arises: how did Liu’er know his identity?

"Who are you now?"

With a hint of curiosity and a hint of amusement...

Liu’er simply tilted his head, looking at Xu Jia, who was watching him warily.

"Father, I am Liu’er, but not just Liu’er."

Liu’er’s voice was as deep as ever, yet carried a maturity far beyond his experience.

"My master calls me Anan, the world calls me Ananda, and my followers call me Venerable Anan."

"I am currently an Arhat, but will surely become a Buddha to save all beings."

His tone was calm yet resolute, as if describing an inevitability, filled with confidence and defiance.

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"Anan, no... Liu’er, let it go!"

Coming back from the memories, Xu Jia gazed deeply at Liu’er with a sigh.

In this moment, Xu Jia was indistinguishable from a true elder.

His face gaunt, his form withered.

Long white hair reaching his waist, and the wrinkles on his skin were like ravines.

The only unchanged aspect was Xu Jia’s eyes, still piercing, as if they could see into one’s soul.

"That pure Yang Primordial Spirit is the incarnation of the Tao Ancestor, a key figure in the future rise of the Immortal Path..."

"To forcibly target such a being for your personal desire is to go against the grand trend."

Upon hearing this, Liu’er first froze, then sneered.

"The grand trend?"

"I don’t believe in such things!"

"The Tao Ancestor merely wants everyone to be like dragons; as for how to achieve that, He wouldn’t care!"

At this point, the malicious expression on Liu’er’s face became more pronounced.

"I don’t care how you came to know these things."

"I’m just telling you that I’m not the only one unwilling to let that pure Yang Primordial Spirit be reborn."

"If you really talk about the grand trend, I’m the one who fits it now!"

What Liu’er said was true; the Pathfinders who crossed time to this era were not just him.

However, the vast majority of Pathfinders had learned their lessons and stayed hidden, observing the evolving situations.

But Liu’er was certain that if given the chance, whether for the grand trend or personal gain, they would all choose to strike down that pure Yang Primordial Spirit.

Before that, the Pathfinders would not hesitate to lend Liu’er a helping hand.

—To willingly act as the blade, the forerunner.

Such behavior, scoffed at by other Pathfinders, was precisely the opportunity Liu’er wanted to seize.

Because Anan didn’t care whether he could attain the path; he just wanted to fulfill Amitabha’s vow, truly realizing that vision of universal salvation.

"The grand trend? Is what you see truly the grand trend?"

With a hint of a bitter smile on his face, Xu Jia sighed deeply once more.

"Since you believe there’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing, even at the cost of being shattered..."

"Then why didn’t you seize the opportunity to kill me back then?"

Upon saying this, the sneer on Liu’er’s face turned into astonishment, shame, and even some fear.

"You... you..."

When he looked at Xu Jia again, Liu’er’s voice became stammering.

"Your strike on the pure Yang Primordial Spirit only delayed the rise of the Immortal Path."

"You want conflict between immortals and Buddhas, even to make the Buddhist path dominant, but you still need someone crucial to allow it to rise."

The melancholic voice echoed in Liu’er’s ear, marking the first time in his life he hated his ability to so clearly discern the human heart.

The heart’s voice from Xu Jia was candid and sharp, like the sun—impossible to look at directly.

"Your master, my reincarnated body, that innate Buddha’s Son..."

"You must ensure his early birth, even if it means killing your master or your father."

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