Chapter 190

Chapter 190: I Feel Like She Wants To Eat Me
Zhou Jin Yue answered confidently: “Mm.”

Sect Master Ji Yuan subconsciously rubbed his own face, a little disapproving as he said: “You can hit someone, but not in the face. Remember not to aim for such obvious places next time, or people will gossip.”

If word got out, others would think the people of their Main Peak were bullying others by relying on their status.

“I did not want to either, he just went too far.” Zhou Jin Yue frowned as she spoke.

She had originally come to find her master to discuss the match that would take place three days later. But when she stepped into the courtyard and saw the listless Fang Cheng Lang, a strong intuition told her that something must have happened to Yu Zhao.

Sure enough, after she pressed him again and again, Fang Cheng Lang finally described the whole story from beginning to end.

She had not even heard him out before her hand flew out on its own and slapped him.

Fang Cheng Lang’s stupidity kept breaking her understanding of what “stupid” meant, again and again.

Zhou Jin Yue really could not understand. The grudge was between Fang Cheng Lang and Yao Wu Ji, so why did he have to drag Yu Zhao into it?

Master Qing Yan had already been biased against Yu Zhao from the start. Now that Fang Cheng Lang had added fuel to the fire, Yu Zhao’s situation in the Five Elements Dao Sect would only become worse.

Fang Cheng Lang kept saying he knew he was wrong and felt guilty. Zhou Jin Yue had thought he was truly repentant, but why were all the things he did harmful to Yu Zhao?

Did he realize where the real problem lay? Or was he, just like before, stubbornly acting according to whatever was in his own heart?

If things went on like this, would he not just keep making one mistake after another?

“The people from Lone Moon Peak, I do not know what is wrong with them. None of their heads are very clear.” Zhou Jin Yue could not help complaining.

Sect Master Ji Yuan also could not figure it out no matter how much he thought about it.

Because Master Qing Yan was guarding there, every disciple assigned to Lone Moon Peak was a once-in-ten-thousand good seedling. When they first entered the sect, each one had looked more clever than the last. So how did they all grow crooked in the end?

The only one who had not grown crooked had even run away from Lone Moon Peak.

Sect Master Ji Yuan could not help starting to suspect that maybe the feng shui of Lone Moon Peak itself had a problem.

“Master, how is Junior Sister Yu? She is all right, isn’t she?” Zhou Jin Yue finally asked the question she cared about most.

“Yu Zhao’s injuries are all external. She only needs to rest for a few days to recover. By the way, there is one more matter that will need some effort from you.” Sect Master Ji Yuan said calmly.

Hearing that Yu Zhao was mostly fine, the tension on Zhou Jin Yue’s face finally eased a little as she said: “Please tell me, Master.”

“On the Floating Island, there is a tree called the Longevity Tree, and the fruit it bears is called the Longevity Fruit. If you and A Jun are lucky enough to encounter it, think of a way to pick one, or help Yu Zhao pick one. With a Longevity Fruit, Qing Yan will stop making things difficult for Yao Wu Ji.”

“Disciple will remember.” Zhou Jin Yue answered seriously.

…

Fang Cheng Lang helped Master Qing Yan sit down on the soft couch. He hesitated for a moment, then was just about to bow and leave.

Master Qing Yan called out to stop him: “You said I once killed Yu Zhao. On what basis did you say that?”

Fang Cheng Lang lowered his eyes and bowed as he said: “Disciple was anxious just now and spoke nonsense. I beg Master’s forgiveness.”

Master Qing Yan did not tell him to rise. He simply stared at him in silence.

Fang Cheng Lang only felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on him. The terrifying pressure made it hard for him to breathe.

But he clenched his teeth and stayed silent.

He did not dare to gamble.

He was afraid that if he told Master Qing Yan about the things in his dream, it would once again stir up Master Qing Yan’s killing intent toward Yu Zhao.

He could not push Yu Zhao into danger a second time.

“This trip to the Floating Island, you must bring back a Longevity Fruit. This is your fourth junior brother’s only chance to live.” Master Qing Yan finally said.

Luckily, Master Qing Yan did not continue to question him and instead changed the subject.

Fang Cheng Lang nodded heavily: “Disciple will do everything in his power.”

Master Qing Yan waved his hand twice, and Fang Cheng Lang tactfully withdrew.

Master Qing Yan’s long, strong fingers pressed lightly between his brows as he murmured in a low voice: “Yu Zhao, where does this feeling of familiarity I have toward you come from, and how many secrets are you hiding on your body?”

…

It was rare to have three days of rest, but Bu Yan did not stay in his room to relax. Instead, he went into Flameblaze City to spread the Buddhist Dharma.

He firmly believed that an iron pestle could be ground into a needle. As long as he kept at it without giving up, he would definitely be able to develop more Cult Disciples for the Buddhist Order.

At the moment, his persistence was finally starting to show some results.

Rogue Cultivators who used to look impatient whenever they saw him now treated him very differently when they met again. They had become much more polite. His days of swinging the Wooden Fish Mallet had not been in vain.

Unfortunately, tomorrow was the day of the Sect Competition again, so his plan to spread the Buddhist Dharma would have to be pushed back for a while.

Bu Yan was walking along a small path in Wen Ding Pavilion when a gentle young woman’s voice sounded from ahead: “Monk Bu Yan.”

Bu Yan followed the sound and looked over. He smiled slightly as he said: “So it is Junior Sister Ye.”

Today, Ye Cong Xin wore a goose-yellow dress. Standing among the bright wildflowers, she looked even more beautiful than the blossoms.

“Monk Bu Yan, where are you coming back from?” Ye Cong Xin asked with a soft smile.

“This poor monk was only taking a casual walk. If I have disturbed Junior Sister Ye, I will take my leave now.” Bu Yan put his hands together, gave a small bow, and turned to go.

“Monk Bu Yan, that is not what I meant, Monk Bu Yan, Bu Yan!” Ye Cong Xin called after him again and again.

But the faster she shouted, the faster Bu Yan walked. In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Ye Cong Xin’s bright smile froze on her face.

Weren’t Buddhist cultivators supposed to be the easiest to get along with? Why was the one she had set her eyes on so hard to deal with that he would not even give her a chance to talk?

How hateful!

She had waited for him the whole afternoon for nothing.

Bu You had just stepped out of his room when he saw his own junior brother running in from outside at full speed. His first reaction was that this junior brother had gotten into trouble again.

The abbot was still having a headache over the nickname that had spread everywhere because of Bu Yan. If he knew Bu Yan had stirred up more trouble outside, he would definitely punish him according to the monastery rules.

Bu You was just about to call Bu Yan away to question him alone.

But Bu Yan saw him first and hurried over to complain: “Senior Brother, someone is chasing me.”

Bu You really wanted to say that people chasing after him was perfectly normal. He spent all day scolding people outside, making them so angry they nearly died. It was already kind enough that they did not beat him.

But as a senior brother, he had to maintain the image of a senior brother.

He asked calmly: “Why are they chasing you?”

“I do not know.” Bu Yan reached up and rubbed his smooth bald head as he said: “But from the way she looked at me, I feel like she wanted to eat me.”

Bu You’s eyes widened, and a red flush crept up his ears as he shouted: “What filthy words! Bu Yan, you have broken the precepts again!”

Bu Yan: “???”

Even telling the truth was breaking the precepts?

He really had felt that the way Ye Cong Xin looked at him was as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

It was the first time he had ever seen so many negative emotions in someone’s eyes. He had been so frightened that he did not dare stop to speak with Ye Cong Xin at all.

“You can go into the meditation room and reflect on yourself!” Bu You ordered sternly.

“Hey, Senior Brother, Senior Brother, listen to my explanation, Senior Brother!” Bu Yan cried.

Bu Yan was stuffed into the meditation room by Bu You and ordered to reflect behind closed doors.

He sat down on the round cushion and looked up at the solemn Buddha statue hanging in the middle of the wall. A depth that did not match his usual behavior appeared in his eyes.

Ye Cong Xin of the Five Elements Dao Sect was completely different from the rumors about her.

By right, Ye Cong Xin had grown up in the sect since childhood, was well liked by her fellow disciples, and had elders to protect her. Even if her personality was not pure and innocent, it definitely should not have become twisted and gloomy, stubborn and violent.

He had helped many people whose hands were stained with blood to repent, but he had never met anyone whose mind was more strange and unfathomable than Ye Cong Xin’s.

She was like a bottomless abyss, luring people to step closer and explore.

[This person is really dangerous.]

Bu Yan again thought of Yu Zhao, who was also a disciple of the Five Elements Dao Sect.

She and Ye Cong Xin had once been sect sisters. Would she know about the side of Ye Cong Xin that no one else knew?

How much did the other people of the Five Elements Dao Sect know?

The meditation room was silent.