“Monk, when it comes to deceiving people, you’re number one, nobody dares to admit it.”

Shui Yuntian, who was being led along by Xiang Wan, had a much better attitude, but his words were still as unpleasant as ever.

“Amitabha, the killing is over. This humble monk believes that he has never lied to anyone.”

I'm only fooling you.

The last sentence was swallowed back down Xiang Wan's throat; she didn't say it aloud.

Shui Yuntian witnessed firsthand the bandits of Qingfeng Mountain, under Black Tiger's orders, packing their belongings in twos and threes and heading towards a nearby temple. They still hadn't found the "bandit queen" they'd been talking about. The monk and Yan Zhen spoke for a while, then went into a room and didn't emerge until an hour later. Then, Yan Zhen appeared with a complex expression, looking at Xiang Wan as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Needless to say, that second-in-command must have been fooled by the monk again.

A scholar of such high standing couldn't even see through a monk's petty tricks; what a waste of his opinion of scholars. No matter how much one reads, one can still be deceived. A scholar is nothing more than that.

They stayed at Qingfeng Mountain for seven days, during which time the monks were never idle; they were always discussing matters with the bandit leader.

What's there to discuss? It's just a matter of shaving one's head and becoming a monk. Why do we need to prepare for so long?

Shui Yuntian was unable to move or speak, only seeing Xiang Wan coming and going, and bandits walking back and forth, but none of them paid him any attention. After being suppressed for so long, he could finally speak after going down the mountain, so how could he not speak his mind?

"Monk, the matter of the Heavenly Gate Sect is not as simple as you think. I recruit people based on their abilities. The imperial court can't do anything about the Heavenly Gate Sect, so what can they do to me?"

"Liao Sha, if this humble monk were to work for the benefit of the imperial court, how long do you think the Tianmen Sect could survive?"

"you……"

Of all the things I thought about, I never imagined a monk would say such a thing.

Monks have always been indifferent to these conflicts in the martial world, let alone getting involved themselves. Shui Yuntian didn't believe it, but he also felt that it wasn't impossible.

Because this monk never plays by the rules.

"Hmph, arrogant."

“Amitabha, if this humble monk did not speak in this way, wouldn’t the killing be too peaceful?”

"Are you lying to me?"

"Your blood and qi are not flowing smoothly, and you are having difficulty breathing. You need to regulate your emotions."

"Once you've acupunctured him, the clay man will act normally as always."

"Don't worry, I'll let you stretch your muscles in a bit."

"Thank you so much. At least prisoners get to go out for fresh air."

"The sense of immersion is too strong; this humble monk is not an official."

Shui Yuntian: "..."

He refused to speak to the bald man; he was exhausted!

Heading south, they followed the official road. Along the way, the common people who saw Xiang Wan bowed to him from afar, completely ignoring him, who was bound. Did the Southern Moon Kingdom not have a single normal person?

Of course, there are normal people who, upon seeing Shui Yuntian's appearance, would not cause any trouble.

A monk with an unusual appearance who is tied up by a righteous-looking monk must have either committed a serious crime or is sick. How could they possibly interfere with the monk's discipline of his disciple?

How could Shui Yuntian, a murderer, possibly have guessed the wild imaginations of the common people?

However, the meddlesome person he was hoping for eventually appeared.

"Master, may I ask what crime this monk you have bound has committed?"

The person asking the question was a middle-aged woman who looked very kind.

"Greed, anger, and ignorance, the inability to obtain what one desires, are the seven sufferings of life, and you have committed four of them. Amitabha, it would be best if you, female benefactor, did not ask."

Xiang Wan clasped her hands together. Only then did she realize that she should find an opportunity to make up for the missing part in her hands, so as not to waste her good looks.

The woman bowed deeply to the evening with great sincerity and earnestly said, "This master must be a highly virtuous monk. I wonder if he could do me a small favor?"

"Please speak, benefactor."

"I live in Niujia Village, not far away. There is a bully in the village who covets my looks and has repeatedly made rude remarks and provoked me. If it weren't for the help of my neighbors, I'm afraid I would have lost my innocence long ago. I see that you and this monk have steady and powerful steps, so they may be martial artists. Could you please help subdue this bully and give me some peace and quiet? I would be extremely grateful."

The woman spoke earnestly, her eyes filled with pleading.

Xiang Wan looked at her without saying a word.

After reading it, Shui Yuntian said, "That's easy. Let's go and kill him."

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes showed gratitude.

Xiang Wan said in a deep voice, "Liao Sha, he can't stop talking about killing people. He's really seriously ill."

"Hmph! Monk, I... I've finally done something kind, so if you don't want to go, fine."

“Master, if the bully is not eliminated, I, a mere woman, will have no choice but to commit suicide to prove my innocence.”

The woman's eyes revealed a resolute determination, her threat palpable.

"Monk, how could you bear to drive a woman to her death?"

Shui Yuntian insisted on adding words, so Xiang Wan let him be.

"Please lead the way, benefactor."

The woman looked grateful and led Xiang Wan and the others toward the Niujia Village she had mentioned.

The journey wasn't long; it took about half an hour to get there.

Niujia Village has few villagers. When they saw Xiang Wan and her group arrive, they all remained indifferent.

Xiang Wan remained calm and followed the woman into her courtyard.

The small courtyard was kept quite clean.

"This young woman has been married into Niujia Village for twenty years. Everyone calls me Sister-in-law Niu. Master, please don't stand on ceremony, please have some tea."

The woman, who called herself Sister-in-law Niu, went inside, brewed a pot of tea, and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard.

Xiang Wan silently surveyed her surroundings before releasing Shui Yuntian's acupoints.

Having been tied up for so long, Shui Yuntian's arms were numb. He quickly stretched his muscles, took the teacup, and took a sip.

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