Chapter Fourteen: Amidst the Falling Leaves

e of that bowl of bitter vegetable soupWas it still her, ready to embrace death, when that sudden warmth enveloped herBai Lian could not tell the difference.She wasn't naturally gentle, yet she surpri...In the midst of distant, drifting clouds, Ye, someone with an ethereal air, was complaining.

"What are you meddling in If something really goes wrong, wouldn't I be running a losing business"

"Hehehe, I'm not stupid, you think " The strange beast grinned playfully. "This is really fun!"

"Yeah..."

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A certain Taoist named Ye let out a long, satisfied breath and said with a beaming face, “To understand the affairs of the world is the result of cultivation, and to have clear thoughts is the basis for enlightenment!”

The monster wagged its tail: "You've taken advantage of the Lingxiao position. But you also severed a portion of his karmic ties. Shouldn't that clear your path ahead"

"Hehehe." A certain cultivator surnamed Ye flicked his finger, a beam of light pierced the void, scattering the floating clouds: "Some burdens are mountains for him, but mere dust to me!"

A sudden gust of wind and heavy rain beat against the banana trees, their leaves falling scattered. What a sight!

The perpetrator of the violence has left.

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Jiang Wang took a long time to calm down and organize his chaotic thoughts.

After being beaten twice by the old monk Kujue, he was so angry his teeth ached.

The first time I got beaten up, thinking about venting my anger at the old monk for not accepting me as his disciple, I just let it go. But this resentment lingered for too long. How could he keep beating me up Did he get addicted to it

Being beaten every few days, how could Jiang Wang face anyone How could he stand tall in front of his younger sister

But if he were asked how to take revenge on Ku Jue... he couldn't come up with a plan. After all, Ku Jue had truly saved his life and was also an elder.

And he also couldn't beat...

“Don't blame me for this, I've done my best.” He gritted his teeth and said, “If you want to blame someone, blame your master!”

Today, Ku Jue defeated him soundly. He will have to pay back all his debts on Ku Jue's precious apprentice. Let Ku Jue worry, let Ku Jue be angry, and let this yellow-faced old monk stare blankly.

" ...Never mind."

After a moment of fantasy, Jiang Wang finally sighed and resignedly picked up the fallen mask, slowly putting it back on. "Venting anger upon others is not the way of a hero. I should focus on cultivating myself and becoming strong enough that even the old monk can't defeat me. That's the right path."

Yongguo is located to the northwest of Yungu. The Changhe River flows through Hechang Prefecture within Yongguo's borders.

While controlling Daoyuan to soothe the pain in the battered areas, Jiang Wang continued to walk forward.

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“But... it feels like there was more than one person who just hit me.”

"Is there a cleansing ritual... It's too chaotic, I didn't notice. The cleansing ritual looks quite simple, it wouldn't be so sinister, right"

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The oft-mentioned Jingli Monk was now crying.

He knelt on the ground, his robes washed clean and bright, now stained with a few drops of blood.

Her clean brows were furrowed together, and she cried out with sobs.

In the sunshine streaming through the window, his tear-filled eyes were incredibly pure.

Before him lay a withered old monk with a yellow face, his eyes closed tightly, motionless.

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After a while.

“Sob sob sob, crying what!” The yellow-faced old monk opened his eyes with a loud shout: “What are you crying about!”

“Woooo…but Master you…” Jingli cried, struggling for breath: “You’re so badly hurt…”

This is an old dilapidated temple, standing on a bald hill.

With nothing to obstruct it, the wind blew freely about.

The temple has only two rooms, divided into a front and back hall.

The front hall is a place of worship, but there is only one wooden statue. It is carved and the Buddha it depicts is unknown because its face is unclear. Whether it was never carved or simply faded over time, it remains enshrined there.

This bodhisattva of no face naturally had a dwindling incense offering. The offering tray before the Buddha statue was already empty, not even a scrap of rice for mice to nibble on.

The rear hall is where the monks reside.

There was only one bed in the room, on which Ku Jue lay, so Jing Li could only sit on the floor.

Kujue, despite his injuries, forcefully charged into the gale. Before he could recover, he engaged in a fierce battle on the river with the imposing Zhuang Gao'xian.

Although the situation remained favorable during the war, after leaving the battlefield, his injuries worsened.

This is nothing special either.

Afterward, he feigned death and begged Jian Wang to become a monk. Jian Wang was resolute in his refusal to become a monk, refusing to agree no matter what. He flew into a rage and beat him up, but after venting his anger, he left with a carefree air. Upon returning to the Xuankong Temple, he dealt with his own messy problems.

But unfortunately, on the way back to Huankong Temple, I ran into my old nemesis.

That old foe, seeing him injured, wouldn't have let the opportunity to pursue and attack pass.

This battle was incredibly brutal. It was only because the old monk was cunning and resourceful that he managed to seize the opportunity and escape back to his territory at Xuan Kong Temple.

At this point, the injuries were very serious.

Of course, from his vigorous and assertive way of scolding people, it's still possible to see that he is not in any life-threatening danger.

He even raised his hand and slapped Jingli's bald head: "Whining and pathetic! Can't you learn from your junior brother, Jing Shen He saw me covered in blood and didn't even frown!"

After saying this, he tasted it himself: "No. This is without feeling..."

"Damn turtle, I'll take it easy!"

"Woooo..." Jing Li shrunk her head, but she still cried: "Master, slow down, the wound is already open..."

Just then, there was a sudden loud boom outside the temple, like thunder.

"Are you dead!"

Ku Jue immediately lay down and closed his eyes, his vital energy waning.

Jing Li the monk also shut his mouth, drawing silent sobs.

The emaciated old monk, his bones showing through his skin, stepped into the back hall in a few strides. His face was pale and sickly, but his voice boomed like a temple bell.

“Bitter Taste! You dared to touch my bell. What is your crime!”

When I went to save Jiang Wang, I brought my chime bell along with me. All evils retreated from my path, and all the heroes made way for me.

But I hear the bell is a treasured relic of Hanging Temple. Only monks with special merit and for important Buddhist ceremonies are allowed to wear it outside.

Special occasions are Buddhist affairs.

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Of course, tasting bitterness is not a Buddhist practice. Hanging Temple cannot support him in saving a disciple who refuses to shave his head and has no official status. It's even less likely that it would allow Jiang Wang to take away my hearing the bell for him.

So he stole it himself and didn't tell anyone.

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At this very moment, illness has come to pay its dues.

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Kūju closed his eyes, his breath weak and shallow, he didn't respond.

Jing Li wailed, bursting into tears: "Master Uncle, please don't scold my master, he's terribly injured!"

This little monk was crying so heartbreakingly.

Even someone who's gone through a lot of hardship, like being sick for a long time, couldn't help but feel sorry: "Uncle Master didn't yell at your father. Uncle Master just has a loud voice!"

He has been restraining himself, but his voice still booms like thunder.

"Then, Master Uncle, please don't talk." Jingli cried. "Let my master rest for a while."

A sudden illness struck him.

If I remain silent, how can I answer for your master's crimes

He had a mind to bypass the purification ritual and pull out the bitter taste. But he knew, this time the bitter taste was truly badly hurt. He feared his hand would be too heavy, and if he wasn't careful, he might injure the bitter taste further.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Kudie, as the head of Guanshiyuan, would, despite being in charge of following regulations and order, proactively give up this task and assign it to him.

I'm afraid Kuti deeply understands that it is a very difficult task to hold someone accountable for their suffering.

But he rushed over excitedly, wanting to take advantage of the situation and teach him a lesson. However, as soon as he entered, he was blocked, leaving him in a difficult position.

The formidable Head Master of the Dragon Subduing Monastery, known for his unyielding strength, was momentarily at a loss!doors to heaven and earth, the Heavenly Palace seemed to have truly reached the heavens.Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!At every moment, massive amounts of celestial energy pou...