Chapter 748 Master's Identity Exposed (First Update)
The monk's move was a calculated move, executed after sealing off all of Qingfeng Daoist's escape routes.
It was originally foolproof.
But as soon as that nightmarish voice of his master came out, all the true energy in his body reversed!
His figure froze in mid-air, his body suddenly went out of control, and he plummeted down from the sky with a thud, crashing to the ground!
He fell face down and landed in a big fall!
You brat, do you have to mess with your teacher like this...?
This posture was unsightly, so he quickly got up.
Just as he propped himself up with his arms, Master Qingfeng delivered a powerful punch, striking him squarely in the face.
He was sent flying on the spot—
You brat, you've really screwed over your teacher!
But it's good that he was knocked away, I can take the opportunity to slip away!
Instead of returning to fight Master Qingfeng, the monk used the momentum to leap onto a nearby rooftop, and with a single bound, disappeared into the boundless night.
The monk, as if he were in a hurry to be reincarnated, used his lightness skill to its fullest extent, leaving that gloomy and eerie alley far behind.
He ran as fast as he could, covering eight hundred miles in one breath, before finally stopping at a deserted street corner.
I've never been this tired, not even in war.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~"
He leaned one arm against the wall to support his body slightly, while his other hand gripped his clothes and fanned himself.
"Finally got rid of her... That little devil was terrifying..."
He leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, breathing heavily.
Suddenly, a long shadow, stretched by the moonlight, quietly approached and cast a sinister shadow at his feet.
The owner of the shadow raised the hand of the demon.
A sudden sense of vigilance rose in his heart, and he turned around abruptly.
Um?
Nobody here?
"Master!"
The little devil popped out from behind him.
His body stiffened again.
The little devil trotted around to the front of him, raised its little head, and said cutely, "Master, it really is you!"
The monk was speechless with grief.
Why can't I shake you off even after running so far?
How did you catch up with me?
There is something in the world called a shortcut.
The monk glanced at the innocent-looking Xiao Jingkong, then at Gu Jiao, who was stroking her chin and looking at him thoughtfully not far away, and a thunderbolt seemed to strike his head.
Xiao Jingkong excitedly said, "Master, Master, Master! What brings you to Shengdu? Did you come to see me? Have you read all the letters I wrote to you? Why don't you ever reply to my letters? Has the abbot returned to the temple? How are Jingfan, Jingshan, and Jingxin doing? Do my fellow disciples miss me?"
The little air purifier goes "bababa," instantly transforming into a little loudspeaker.
Here's a joke: all the monks in the entire temple couldn't out-chant him.
The monk looked utterly dejected, as if he wanted me to answer. "Let me say something first!"
"Master! Master! Let me introduce you to Jiaojiao!" Xiao Jingkong couldn't wait to introduce his master to Jiaojiao.
Gu Jiao walked over, stopped beside the two, tilted her head to look at the handsome monk, and squinted her eyes, saying, "So you are that old man with the white beard."
The monk was completely bewildered: "What white-bearded old man?"
Gu Jiao looked at the little guy beside her: "Jingkong, didn't you say your master is an old man?"
Xiao Jingkong said earnestly, "That's right! I'm just a nobody, but my master is an old man, isn't he? He said so himself!"
"If you won't do it, do you expect this old man like me to do it?"
Xiao Jingkong's imitation was incredibly lifelike.
A certain monk, who always found various excuses to make his disciples do this and that in order to shirk his responsibilities: "..."
"Ahem." He cleared his throat and made a Buddhist gesture with one hand. "Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Liaochen."
Gu Jiao: "Hehe."
...
On the other side, Xiao Heng encountered Master Qingfeng.
He recognized the young Taoist priest who had saved him on the street last time, but since there was no portrait of Taoist Qingfeng in the library of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall, Xiao Heng did not know his true identity.
Xiao Heng greeted him, "Daoist Master."
Master Qingfeng glanced at Xiao Heng, nodded slightly, and then turned and left.
Xiao Heng: "..."
As Xiao Heng watched Qingfeng Daoist's departing figure, he said thoughtfully, "It seems he doesn't remember me."
He never takes good deeds to heart; he is truly a Taoist priest of high moral character.
...
Xiao Heng waited at the alley entrance for a while, and Gu Jiao led Xiao Jingkong towards them. Xiao Jingkong skipped and jumped around, even more excited than when they came out.
Behind them followed the young monk who had just fought with the young Taoist priest.
He was dressed in a gray monk's robe, tall and slender, with stunning looks, and held a string of prayer beads in his right hand.
He's acting like a compassionate monk now, whereas when they were fighting just now he looked like a monstrous, murderous god.
The three of them stopped in front of Xiao Heng.
Gu Jiao said to Xiao Jingkong, "Introduce him to your brother-in-law."
Xiao Jingkong gave an "oh" and came between Xiao Heng and Liao Chen, extending his gentlemanly little hand.
"Brother-in-law, he is my master, Liao Chen."
“Master, he is my brother-in-law, Xiao Heng.”
Gu Jiao's consent was obtained before Xiao Heng's true identity was revealed.
Gu Jiao had used her original voice when she spoke to Liao Chen, but now that there were more people on the street, she switched to a boyish voice.
Xiao Heng was somewhat prepared and greeted him politely, "Master Liaochen."
Liao Chen performed a Buddhist salute with great ceremony: "Benefactor Xiao."
The intersection wasn't the place to talk, but there happened to be a dumpling stall nearby. Xiao Jingkong's mouth watered as he looked at the stall, and the group decided to go over and sit down.
"A bowl of dumpling wrappers," Gu Jiao said to the shop owner.
The owner was taken aback. In all his years of running his stall, this was the first time he had ever encountered someone coming to eat dumpling wrappers.
Gu Jiao continued, "Use clean water."
Boss: "Ah."
Neither Gu Jiao nor Xiao Heng were hungry.
Gu Jiao looked at Liao Chen: "Master Liao Chen, what kind of filling would you like to eat?"
Xiao Heng gave Gu Jiao a strange look. Dumplings, no matter what the filling, always contain meat, right? They're not like glutinous rice balls.
Liao Chen smiled gently: "Cabbage and pork filling."
Gu Jiao said to the shop owner, "Give me a bowl of pork and cabbage dumplings, a large bowl."
The boss looked at the monk in front of him, even more bewildered.
The group sat down at a small, square table.
Xiao Jingkong wanted to sit next to Gu Jiao, and the two of them sat on one side.
Xiao Heng and Liao Chen sat on opposite sides of each other.
The boss boiled a bowl of dumpling wrappers in water and brought them over. Gu Jiao drained most of the water, leaving less than a third. She mixed them with vegetable oil, vinegar, and a little pickled vegetable and handed them to Xiao Jingkong.
Xiao Jingkong ate heartily.
Liao Chen smiled and said, "Benefactor Gu has taken very good care of Jing Kong."
The kind of good that comes from the heart.
No wonder they didn't return the little guy.
Gu Jiao said calmly, "It's alright."
Xiao Heng gave Gu Jiao a strange look. Had this monk offended Jiao Jiao?
Xiao Heng considered it carefully. Jiao Jiao's willingness to let Jing Kong introduce their true identities meant that the other party was one of their own.
That was probably something minor that offended you.
Xiao Heng continued politely, "By the way, Master Liaochen, may I ask if you have any grudges or misunderstandings with that Taoist priest from earlier?"
Liao Chen smiled, narrowing his eyes: "You mean Qingfeng, that Taoist priest?"
"Qingfeng?" Xiao Heng felt that the name sounded familiar.
Gu Jiao said, "He is Qingfeng Daoist of the Feng family, Feng Wuxiu's older brother."
Now that you mention it, Xiao Heng remembers: "It's that 26-year-old martial arts prodigy, the young master who could defeat Han Ye."
Han Ye is known as the number one expert among his peers, but that's only because Master Qingfeng hasn't come down the mountain yet. Plus, the Han family is used to boasting and hyping things up, and eventually even Han Ye himself started to believe it.
They really think they're number one.
Gu Jiao nodded: "That's right, it's him. Why do you seem so concerned about him?"
Given Xiao Heng's personality, he is unlikely to be particularly concerned about the private affairs of someone he has just met, even if one of them is Jingkong's master.
Xiao Heng said, "We met once. Once, I fell on the street and was almost hit by a carriage. It was that Taoist priest who saved me."
"Is that so?" Gu Jiao looked at Xiao Heng, she had never heard Xiao Heng mention it before.
Xiao Heng nodded to Gu Jiao: "He didn't leave his name at the time, and I didn't have anything else to say, so I didn't mention it. I just went to greet him, but he doesn't seem to remember me. Maybe he forgot."
Liao Chen laughed out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" Gu Jiao asked strangely.
“He didn’t forget your husband, he simply didn’t remember him at all.” Monk Liaochen chuckled softly, his charming peach blossom eyes curving into a beautiful arc. “That Taoist priest… has face blindness.”
...
"elder brother!"
At the corner, Feng Wuxiu, who had been waiting anxiously at the intersection for a long time, finally saw his older brother.
He hurriedly stepped forward and asked his older brother, "Brother, was that the same stinky monk from back then?"
"Yes, it's him," said Master Qingfeng.
Feng Wuxiu said angrily, "That guy still dares to come to Shengdu, isn't he afraid that our Feng family will tear him apart!"
Master Qingfeng remained silent.
Thinking of something, Feng Wuxiu asked again, "Brother, did you get the things back?"
"Things?" Gu Jiao looked at Chen. "You mean you stole Master Qingfeng's things?"
"First of all, let me state that I did not steal his things," Liao Chen said, spreading his hands. "That thing wasn't his."
Xiao Heng: "..."
Gu Jiao: "..."
Liao Chen sighed, "Alright, since you want to know, I might as well tell you."
"Master, your dumplings."
The owner brought over a bowl of steaming dumplings and placed it on the table.
Liao Chen picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and smiled with satisfaction: "It tastes good. It's nothing special, just a book."
The State Letter of Yan.
The story begins a few years ago when Master Qingfeng went to the Imperial Preceptor's Hall to borrow books.
Before becoming a monk, Master Qingfeng was a student at Canaan Academy. His outstanding talent in martial arts and magic attracted the attention of the Grand Preceptor.
However, due to the rule that the Imperial Preceptor's Hall never accepts scions of noble families as disciples, the two did not become master and disciple.
Later, when Master Qingfeng became a Taoist priest, the Grand Preceptor still admired him greatly and even made an exception by lending him one of the books of the Yan Kingdom.
He was bumped into by Liao Chen on his way with the official letter.
While he was bathing in the stream at the foot of the mountain, Liao Chen secretly took the book.
If it were just stealing things, that would be one thing, but in order to prevent Master Qingfeng from catching up, Liaochen also specifically took his clothes.
Without his clothes, Master Qingfeng could only sit and wait in the water, but even as night fell, not a single disciple passed by.
It's not surprising, because Master Qingfeng felt safe changing clothes and taking a bath here because he knew no disciples or villagers would come.
Master Qingfeng couldn't stay in the water like a fish forever, so he had no choice but to go up the mountain with a light heart.
He is skilled in light-footed movement; as long as he flies fast enough, no one can see him.
The Taoist temple had strict rules: one had to rise at dawn and rest at dusk. To be on the safe side, he only entered the temple after dusk.
Everything went very smoothly; the courtyard and path of the Taoist temple were deserted.
However, Master Qingfeng forgot that it was his birthday. In fact, none of the people in the Taoist temple rested. They all knew that Senior Brother Qingfeng was coming back today, so they all went to Qingfeng's courtyard and decided to give him a surprise when he returned.
Let him feel the warmth and care from his fellow students.
So, when Master Qingfeng finally flew back to his courtyard after passing through all the checkpoints, traversing mountains and rivers, and enduring fear and trepidation, his disciples, who had been waiting for a long time, lit fireworks in the open space.
With a loud bang, the night sky was ablaze with lights, and a gentle breeze rustled through the clouds.
The disciples of the Taoist temple witnessed a magnificent spectacle of divine light.
Although Master Qingfeng turned and left, he didn't let anyone see his handsome face, which was hidden by his long hair.
But only those who are embarrassed by this kind of thing truly understand.
However, despite the height... it's similar.
The figure... resembles...
The length of the hair, the overwhelming aura, the agility of leaping over heads... it's just like it, just like it, just like it!
They all look alike!
Even if their toes are exactly the same, they still can't possibly be the purest and most innocent Daoist Qingfeng of their Baiyun Temple!
It must be some shameless pervert who deliberately came to blaspheme Master Qingfeng!
They were very angry!
The consequences will be severe!
Therefore, Baiyun Temple issued a wanted notice with a hefty reward in the martial arts world.
—The kind with pictures.
(End of this chapter)
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