People are already bored waiting in line for the lottery, so they need some fun to distract themselves.
The venue had been specially modified, so the sounds from the arena could be clearly heard in the audience. The disciples of Wushang Temple turned pale instantly, glaring at Ji Mo Fan, who had just uttered such shocking words, through gritted teeth.
"You're slandering me!" If there hadn't been so many people watching, he would have almost started cursing. "You bastard... Did you see me with someone, or did you catch me in bed with someone? You need to provide evidence!"
He did indeed find baldness too ugly, which is why he had always refused to shave his head.
However, Wushang Temple also had his cousin, and he could often obtain resources that he couldn't access with his spiritual root talent through his cousin's status as a formal disciple.
If he were to leave Wushang Temple and go to another sect, it's hard to say whether he would receive much better treatment than he does here.
But with his spiritual root, even with his cousin's help, it would be difficult for him to make a name for himself in the cultivation world.
It's only natural that they would set their sights on the practice of dual cultivation, since the stricter the regulations, the more people would want to defy them.
Although he never formally married any wives or concubines, he secretly kept several mistresses, and his children were already old enough to run errands.
But he had kept all of this well hidden, even using completely different disguises when meeting with those Daoist partners. So where did Ji Mo Fan hear the clues?
Even the other lay disciples who spent every day with him at Wushang Temple were unaware of this and continued to chant Amitabha Buddha's name every day.
Even his cousin, who was obsessed with Buddhism to the point of madness—at least that's how he saw this bald cousin—didn't notice anything amiss, otherwise he wouldn't have been giving him a considerable portion of his own monthly allowance.
The instigator of all this commotion, Ji Mofan, tilted his head and blinked, looking completely innocent. "Why are you in such a hurry? I was just saying it casually, just like you were discussing me with others earlier."
Jimo Fan really doesn't know anything.
But he felt no guilt whatsoever, since this person had just used him as a topic of conversation, spouting all that nonsensical nonsense.
It's a matter of reciprocity, why the rush?
Look how good his temper is, how calmly he speaks.
The disciples of Wushang Temple were suddenly rendered speechless.
Indeed, Ji Mofan had only mentioned briefly why he practiced while still keeping his hair.
The rest he deduced from what others saw.
If we're going to criticize someone, we should criticize those idle people who have such ulterior motives.
But that would be even more unjustified; these people hadn't uttered a single word, only casting ambiguous glances his way. How could he possibly curse them? "Look at me again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"?
The disciples of Wushang Temple were caught in a struggle with themselves.
The people around him unconsciously shifted the focus of the discussion to his emotional problems.
Ji Mo Fan, who had just caused a subtle commotion in the entrance area, was now back to normal, calmly joining the Chaoming Palace's queue.
"Junior brother, that was a brilliant move." The Chaoming Palace disciple in front of him turned around, lowered his voice, and gave him a thumbs up.
“That’s right, that’s right. Those gossipy fools should be made to taste the bitter fruit of their own actions.” His disciple chimed in.
Ji Mo Fan was not familiar with them, and did not even know their names, so he simply smiled in response.
He has a good memory, but he used to be able to remember the names and life stories of thousands of disciples in the Yun Cang Sword Sect because he was forced to do so by work.
Now that he's in a different environment, he naturally won't waste his precious time and energy on such trivial matters.
But the result is that now when others talk to him, he doesn't know what to call them.
The two men were not deterred by Ji Mofan's coldness at all. Instead, they chattered on and on with him, spouting a bunch of absurdities such as "If someone offends me, I will kill their whole family" and "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" and "An eye for an eye."
It was as if they were afraid he wouldn't learn it and would suffer the consequences.
As he listened, Ji Mofan sensed something was wrong. "Wait, wait, senior brothers, I wasn't bullied, so it shouldn't be like this..."
"Why weren't you bullied?" The taller and stronger one unconsciously raised his voice slightly, then quickly hunched over and lowered his voice, sounding furtive. "Not to mention the distant ones, didn't those people from the Yun Cang Sword Sect leech off you before?"
“Junior brother, I’m afraid you don’t remember us from the Dao Inquiry Conference four years ago,” another tall, thin disciple chimed in. “But we all remember you, and we’ve always felt sorry for you.”
Ji Mofan unconsciously forced a bitter smile.
Aside from the Yuncang Sword Sect, so many people feel that they suffered in their past lives, yet they themselves enjoyed it immensely in their previous lives. They truly deserve their fate.
"Let me tell you, actually, after our senior brother passed away a couple of years ago, a lot of people said they wanted to recruit you." The tall, thin man even raised his hand to his face, as if to whisper something.
"What's wrong? Is this any secret in our Chaoming Palace?" The burly man slapped the person next to him on the back. "If I wasn't afraid of disturbing Junior Brother, I would have secretly followed him and then tried to turn him against us."
"...Did you get pecked silly by a golden pheasant back then? If you really did that, you'd be discovered in a heartbeat and your junior brother would kill you as an enemy, believe it or not?" The tall, thin man kicked him back, stepping on his big toe.
Ji Mo Fan: ...He wouldn't be so unreasonable as to just kill anyone he sees.
"Hiss—" The burly man hugged his feet and jumped up and down several times, like a fighting rooster. "I didn't go, did I? Why would I bother other people's normal lives? That would make me a robber!"
The two's playful fighting also aroused the dissatisfaction of the other disciples in front, resulting in a larger disturbance. All the disciples of Chaoming Hall gathered together and started chattering.
When Ji Mofan found herself in the center of the noise, a group of young men and women were arguing and making a lot of noise. It sounded chaotic, but Ji Mofan found that she didn't feel much unhappiness.
If this were the Yuncang Sword Sect of the past, he would have already told everyone to rest quietly.
With a change of environment and mindset, he even changed his way of doing things.
Moreover, it was only at this point that he belatedly realized that, whether in his past life or this one, after Sheng Xi disappeared from the cultivation world, the probability of him encountering disciples of the Chaoming Palace had increased dramatically.
I never thought anything was wrong before because those coincidences seemed too natural.
Moreover, although they met by chance, most of the time they just brushed past each other in a hurry. Now that he realized something, he had to search his memory to find even a tiny clue about the twilight-colored disciple's robe.
While he was chasing after the monsters in the secret realm, a disciple of the Chaoming Palace was squatting not far away, digging for spiritual herbs;
When he was assigned to exorcise demons in a small mountain village, a disciple of the Chaoming Palace happened to be visiting his hometown.
Even when he delivered the belongings of his fellow disciple who died unexpectedly to the family, he could see two Chaoming Palace disciples queuing up at the pastry shop in front of their house.
It could be called a coincidence, but it's just too much of a coincidence.
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