o maintained order at the Yellow River meeting. And Qi Xiao, guarding Jueming Island, personally intercepted him, which can also be seen as evidence of the escalating conflict between Qi Jing and Cho...After the Great War in Yang Domain subsided, all sorts of demons and monsters emerged. Jiang Wang had to be careful dealing with them.

He immediately stopped his cultivation and followed Du Gu Xiao to the front yard.

He didn't have a good channel for the time being, and had already entrusted Chong Xuan Sheng to buy Kaimai Dan on his behalf, used for opening up Du Guluo's meridian as he had promised, which could be completed soon.

Every arrangement in this courtyard was handled by Du Gu, with Jiang Wang not having to lift a finger.

He didn't really care about these things, but he did feel a refreshing sense of relief.

The guest was waiting in the front yard.

This was a thin, sallow old monk wearing coarse hemp robes and straw sandals. His toes were exposed, with dirt clearly visible between them.

While Jiang Wang was sizing him up, he was also sizing her up.

"Master, what brings you here" asked Jiang Wang.

The yellow-faced old monk performed a single-handed salute: "This poor monk has come due to fate."

Jiang Wang ignored his provocation and simply said, "If you're seeking alms, I can arrange a simple meal."

The yellow-faced old monk nodded: "Well then, thank you, kind sir."

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If it was just a matter of seeking resources, Little Self would have arranged it long ago.

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This old monk waited until this time, he must have some other purpose.

Moreover, the person's aura was enigmatic and their cultivation level seemed unfathomable.

Jiang Wang didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, and in the situation where he wasn't sure who was friend or foe, he tried his best to control his curiosity. So he deliberately used begging as an excuse to stop him, but unexpectedly, this old monk took the opportunity to leave.

If you really want to beg for alms!

Despite being just the lord of Qingyang Town, Jiang Wang could still afford a proper meal.

Just staring at the growing pile of bowls, Dugu Xiao's face was no longer looking so good.

She was accustomed to a hard life and knew the value of frugality. She had seen wandering monks before, usually just a bowl of plain rice and some vegetables, nothing like this extravagant begging feast! Twenty-odd bowls of rice and five dishes of vegetables!

>Just that Jiang Wang wouldn't speak, she could only endure it.

When I went to the kitchen, I whispered to them to add more salt. That hungry ghost of a monk wouldn't starve even if he was reincarnated. He could eat until he was full but shouldn't have too much.

The old monk with a yellow face was quite devout while eating, not speaking a word. He stared intently at his food, chewing each mouthful slowly and carefully. Although he seemed meticulous, he ate at a decent pace.

The plates piled higher and higher, and the chef was so tired that he had to change.

Jiang Wang couldn't let such an unknown powerful figure move freely. He patiently kept company with him.

It is inconvenient to explore the mist of ignorance, but just sitting here and cultivating the Taoist principle is perfectly fine.

When the empty bowls reached forty and there were also nine empty plates, the yellow-faced old monk finally put down his chopsticks, patted his stomach, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Master, is this working well" asked Jiang Wang.

"One cannot exhaust one's potential, nor can one fully enjoy one's blessings." The old monk said earnestly, "It is enough to be half-satisfied; one must practice moderation."

"... Learned something new."

The old monk with a yellow face glanced at him, his expression one of teaching a child.

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But Dugu Xiao couldn't bear to see it, so she helped the servants clear the bowls and plates. She also took the opportunity to hide outside.

"Amitabha Buddha." The yellow-faced old monk performed a single-palm salute. Only then did he remember to introduce himself: "The old monk Ku Jue, I presume the donor is well acquainted with my name"

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When it comes to propriety, this monk is quite old. Under normal circumstances, one should not be disrespectful towards him lightly.

Though Jiang Wang had never heard of the so-called Master Ku Jue, he cooperated and said, "Master's reputation is far and wide, a junior like me must have heard of it. I wonder why Master is here this time..."

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"All is due to fate!"

The old monk with a yellow face, his wrinkled features seemingly stretched wide, exclaimed: "Old monk, I have fate with you!"

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Before Jiang Wang could speak, Master Ku Jue continued, “It’s widely known throughout the world that this old monk is a reasonable person.”

He looked at Jiang Wang up and down, the more he looked, the happier his eyes became: "After being treated to a meal by you, how could this old monk be ungrateful"

Jiang Wang uttered a polite "You're welcome" before he could finish.

The yellow-faced old monk has already said, “Then pass on your mantle to him!”

“Pack your belongings and follow me to the temple. I will impart all my life’s knowledge to you. In no more than thirty years, you too can attain the reverence of a venerable elder! Come now, we monks have little to pack. Let us go...”

He pulled Jiang Wang closer as he spoke.

"Wait... Wait a moment!"

Jiang Wang jumped far out of the way.

Have you gone mad

As a martial artist, I am at the peak of the Tenglong Realm at the age of eighteen. I'm from Qingyang Town and hold the title bestowed by the Imperial Court. I possess talent, strength, and potential, and my influence is steadily growing.

How could you just ask me to abandon everything and become a monk with you without any explanation

If it weren't for the fact that this old monk actually possessed some cultivation, he wouldn't appear to be a simple fool. Jiang Wang would have long since left in a huff.

Though my mind was in turmoil, I still maintained a basic level of politeness: "Master, perhaps there is some misunderstanding This disciple has no intention of becoming a monk!"

Master Ku Jue looked very displeased: "Since you have no plans now, how can you be sure you won't have any in the future"

I don't know myself, do you

Jiang Wang tried his best to remain calm and said, "There isn't any now, and there probably won't be any in the future."

“You can only represent yourself now, not your future self.” The venerable Elder Jueku said as he walked this way: “Don't waste time, hurry up and become a disciple!”

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Jiang Wang retreated alertly, a hint of displeasure in her voice: “Master, please show some restraint. Don’t be so meddlesome.”

"You child, why don't you listen to advice" Jueku frowned: "This old monk is a person who has come through, how could I deceive you Before entering the monastic life, I was also dressed in fine clothes and riding horses, thinking that I was incredibly successful. However, fame and fortune are like bubbles, worldly affairs are all fleeting. Only after taking refuge in Buddha have I finally found supreme peace!"

Jiang Wang couldn't help but glance at his hemp robe, then at the straw sandals he was wearing with exposed toes.

Although he wasn't as much of a hedonist as Zhao Rucheng, he didn't go about life so carelessly either.

If this is "peace" then it's really not necessary.

Noting Jiang Wang's gaze, Jue Ku's brows furrowed even deeper: "Wealth and honor of the mundane world are like fleeting clouds. Can you not see through this"

Jiang Wang muttered, "I lack wisdom."

At last, it was Lao He's turn. The old monk remained silent.

The old monk with a yellow face remained silent for a moment before forcing a smile. “It’s nothing, this master is used to turning stones into gold.”

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This person's face is as thick as a drum skin. He hasn't even agreed here, and he's already calling himself "master."

"I am genuine gold, needing no verification!"

The word "master" left him with no good memories. Up until now, he had only truly acknowledged Dong A. From the initial suspicion to the later trust, and finally to the betrayal...

Jiang Wang was provoked, and unwilling to continue the charade, turned around and walked out.

But somehow, after taking a few steps, my eyes focused, and I found myself back where I started!

What means is this

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...it actually allowed me to go completely unaware!

Jiang Wang pressed his sword to his side and bowed: "Master, what do you mean by this"

"Good disciple, don't fight with your master. Behave yourself!"

Ku Jue said, stretching out his hand.

Though his feet didn't move, Chang Si's longing had already taken hold. Without even reacting, Jiang Wang found himself empty-handed!

He who wields the sword loses it, and when fate arrives, he perishes!

"A fine sword! But too vicious!" Ku Jue held the sword before him, stroking it lightly with his hand. "Today I have a fine student. As my teacher, I have nothing to give you but this town protector."

A ray of Buddha's light flashed over Chang Xiangsi, and the bitterness vanished. Jiang Wang didn't even notice the process; his sword was already back in his hand.

He spent every day with this sword, becoming one with it.

Although there wasn't any visible change in Chang Xiangsi's appearance, I could still sense something was different.

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