NOVPUB781: Chapter 11: A Monk at the Bottom of the Sea
781 -11: A Monk at the Bottom of the Sea
Countless generations’ plans finally came to a slow end, and among them were many past events that Tang Wen did not know about, but those past events had also become unimportant.
Things like what kind of organization Jing Jian had ultimately become, what had become of that organization in the years since, and whether any Sons of Order or humans had actually done similar things over the centuries—all had ceased to matter, becoming bygones.
Perhaps in the future, a touch of legend might be added, and it could be made into a very good story.
Tang Xian’s thoughts and gaze lingered on the last section of the final stele.
“In the year you were about to step into the school district, coincidentally, A Yao’s and my life will also come to an end at that time, in order not to become an Angel Envoy, A Yao and I plan to head to the mines and never return.”
“But perhaps the world still holds some method for A Yao and me to stay alive, at least until the time I wrote these steles, I am still alive, and I can’t predict what will happen when you turn twelve.
Nor can I know if after many years, you might be able to use the Heart of Eden to do something for humanity, I can only maintain an optimistic attitude, although it is unscientific.”
“Lastly, I love you, child.
I do not know what formula to use to prove it, but perhaps it is precisely because of this that humans are greater than machines.”
“Please try your best to find me, and A Yao too.
Whether or not A Yao and I are still alive.”
The content of all the steles ended here.
Tang Xian read the last passage, smiled faintly, and then gently shook his head.
“Are you happy or unhappy?” Tang couldn’t make sense of this expression that was both smiling and shaking his head.
“Tang, do you still remember your parents?” Tang Xian did not answer Tang’s question.
“Don’t remember.
They don’t want me,” said Tang.
“Do you miss them?”
“Don’t miss them.
Hate.”
Tang Xian nodded, quite understanding Tang.
To have transformed from Lei Xiao into an nameless monster, an indelible, powerful life form, the pain of that process was unimaginable.
That Tang did not hate the whole world already demonstrated his inner strength and simplicity.
The world was unfair, such a child deprived of their parents’ love.
And yet himself, someone so aloof in nature, had been cherished by his parents.
Tang Xian touched the stele, and though he had a thousand words, they couldn’t be spoken.
He simply sighed softly:
“But I miss them a lot.”
He patted the stele lightly, then turned around, collected his emotions, and prepared to venture deeper.
Tang sensed Tang Xian’s loneliness, but being unable to perceive more, he moved ahead as if protecting someone would make that person happy.
Tang Xian could see various needs, and he felt warmth in his heart.
Perhaps in the future he wouldn’t be able to fulfill his parents’ wishes and those of countless generations to overcome the Orderers, but at least—
he was not alone in this world; many people in Baichuan City loved him from the bottom of their hearts.
His mother’s words had finally come true.
After walking through the blue area for a while, the color scheme of the deep-sea tunnel changed back to fiery red, and a hot wave of air hit him in the face.
The entire tunnel then suddenly widened after a bend.
The tunnel was already massive, but now it became even more so,
a giant stone door appeared, its size dwarfing the bronze doors leading to the next level of the fortress by dozens of times.
Tang Xian stood outside the door, like an ant that had crawled out from a crack in the door.
The stone door had many vein-like things on it, densely entwined around the door, similar to plants and the delicate veins on a heart’s walls.
This magnificent scene didn’t surprise Tang Xian too much.
What did surprise him was the strange, unimaginable being standing under the door.
He had only seen this existence in history textbooks; he didn’t expect to see it inside the heart chamber of Lord Sea God’s legacy.
Bald head, grey robe.
This figure resembled an ancient Huaxia monk.
Wearing kung fu shoes, the robe was inscribed with the character for “Zen.”
A monk.
A monk who appeared gentle and refined, radiating a unique Zen-like charm.
Not the type of muscular, wrathful martial monk, but more like a refined monk under the moon, picking flowers and enjoying the light breeze.
Such a monk in such a place was already very strange.
Tang Xian’s brain short-circuited for a second.
He then saw that the monk wasn’t holding a Zen staff but a trident, which made the whole scene seem even more surreal.
Especially since the monk was holding a terrifying trident, it looked like Erlang God had left the monastic life.
The bizarreness of the scene could match Zhuge doing the same with a large glaive, exclaiming, “Wang Situ, don’t flee.”
Tang Xian couldn’t grasp the situation before him.
But from a needs analysis, the monk seemingly wanted to do one thing well—to guard the door.
Tang Xian guessed that the guardian referred to by his father, the guardian of the Sea God’s heart, must be this fellow.
Following the previous title, since Tang Feiji had been the Azure Dragon, bearing the title “Guardian of the Sea,” could this monk possibly be called the Sea Guardian Monk?
Tang Xian surmised this must be a powerful creature that could transform into a human form.
Hopefully, there would be no need to fight, as he always got the impression that the monk seemed profound and unfathomable, not easy to deal with.
Thinking he also didn’t need to enter
“Hello, my name is Tang Xian, I’m here to ask Lord Sea God for something.”
