Chapter 663: He Was Like a Spring Rain
A world of peace.
These four simple words carried the weight of a thousand pounds.
The emperors of the past in Great Liang, as well as those from earlier generations of human rulers, had all dreamed of these four words. Now, the Great Liang Emperor thought of them too.
However, even the Great Liang Emperor, who stood closest to these four characters, still had some distance to go before achieving such a world.
Yet this young monk standing before him could utter those four words so calmly.
The Great Liang Emperor looked at him. There was no doubt in his eyes, instead, he said with some appreciation, "My Dao has never been alone."
The young monk replied, "Your Majesty, have you not heard? Those who are enlightened on the Dao are often aided by many, while those who lose it are left with few."
The Great Liang Emperor opened his mouth, hesitating as if something were on the tip of his tongue, yet he could not speak it at this moment.
Was the young monk before him really the same black-robed monk from his past, the one with whom he had shared such a deep bond?