Chapter 2006: Chapter 164: Son of Qingyang of Daqi (Part 2)
For example, back at the End of the World Platform, to help Jiang Wang save Zhu Bijing, Lord Huaying, Jiang Wuyou, specifically invited the dical Practitioner from East King Valley—the very Su Surna elder standing before him.
Xie Junng used the Needle of Dream Shock to teach Jiang Wang a lesson on the spiritual level, while this Su elder at that ti used the Needle of Dream Shock to give Zhu Bijing a mont of lucidity, leaving so “last words.” This led to the unexpected return after being buried in the Tianfu Secret Realm later.
Jiang Wang could not help but feel grateful for this favor.
So he also flew down, chuckling softly, “I’m just here to spar a bit with Brother Xie Junng, nothing more… Had I known Elder Su was in the valley, I would have bothered you for a cup of tea!”
“Hahaha.” The elder nad Su Chun from East King Valley laughed heartily and said, “You still have ti to drink now.”
Jiang Wang paid his respects and said, “Then I must intrude.”
Su Chun gestured with his hand, “This way, please!”
The two of them chuckled and chatted, moving further away.
As if everything that happened before hadn’t occurred at all.
Xie Junng watched their backs in silence, then turned and walked back to the cellar alone.
“That sword… I should have recognized it earlier,” he thought.
That green robe, in the dark cellar, seed to emit a faint, eerie glow.
Although the person involved remained silent, the discussions about Jiang Wang in East King Valley didn’t cease.
In a herbal garden, a few disciples picking herbs were still indignant.
“Hey! That Jiang fellow is really arrogant. Who was he questioning just now? If any of us True n took action and poisoned him secretly, with no evidence, what can the Qi Country do?”
“Exactly! Our sect elders don’t want to fuss with a junior like him. Does he really think that a broken plaque can exempt him from death?”
“If Senior Brother Ji Xiu were still here, we wouldn’t need a True Man to take action. His Nine Deaths poison would be more than enough for that Jiang fellow!”
“Senior Brother Ji Xiu… sigh. I still rember him telling before that his purpose in coming to East King Valley was to help others preserve the smile of their loved ones, to reduce the regrets in the world…”
There was a mont of silence in the herbal garden.
So stories ended early, but those people were once stars admired by others.
The cruelty of the stories lies here.
And what’s even crueler is that so genius cultivators from small countries and small towns died too early, their nas never to be ntioned again, like Mo Zichu of Jia City in Yang Country.
Many people could have stories, but not everyone can survive.
“Speaking of Senior Brother Ji Xiu, the ti he fell in the Tianfu Secret Realm, wasn’t Jiang Wang also participating?”
“Seems like it, but I can’t quite rember. We’ll have to ask the senior brother handling the intelligence later.”
“If Senior Brother Ji Xiu were still here, there’s no way…”
“Shh! If soone hears, they’ll think you’re questioning Brother Xie!”
“Shaohua, why aren’t you talking?” soone else asked.
Jiang Shaohua, who had once stood on the Guanhe Platform, narrowly losing to Beigong Ke of Yong Country and now bending over in the depths of the herbal garden, slowly turning the soil with a hoe, just shrugged his shoulders: “You’re right.”
…
…
Of course, Jiang Wang didn’t stay long for tea with Su Chun, just a token gesture before saying goodbye.
After leaving East King Valley, he was already very close to Qi Country, but Jiang Wang did not return directly.
Instead, he traveled through Rong Country, crossed Zheng Country, and traversed the Star Moon Plain… arriving at the Hanging Monastery.
To ensure a peaceful sparring session, he was still wearing a conical hat, with his face covered by a scarf, and a rain cape draped over him.
He had visited the Hanging Monastery several tis before and was very familiar with its mountain gate.
He easily found the reception monk, casually took out Yi Tang’s letter of recomndation, just about to speak when he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ear—”Junior Brother!”
Jiang Wang deliberately controlled his voice, braced himself, and continued to tell the reception monk: “This is a letter of recomndation from Yi Tang, a physician at Renxin Pavilion. I am a wandering cultivator, here to seek an audience with your sect…”
But an arm had already hooked over his shoulder, pulling him back.
The clean-shaven head of Jing Li leaned in closely: “Hahaha, Jing Shen, you’re here to see ?”
“Why are you still covering your face?” He said, reaching out to pull away Jiang Wang’s face scarf, and also snatched his conical hat, placing it on his own bald head.
His face was full of joyful smiles.
The reception monk looked at the two of them in confusion, unsure what kind of act this was. A junior brother certified by Master Jing Li himself, why was he dressed like this? And why would he need a letter of recomndation from Renxin Pavilion’s cultivator just to return to the Hanging Monastery?
Jiang Wang quickly covered his face with one hand, eyes peeking through the fingers, speaking through clenched teeth: “I’m here today on business, don’t make a commotion.”
Jing Li’s expression suddenly beca serious.
He turned to the reception monk and said: “You go about your business, leave this to . Rember, this person is not important at all. Quickly forget him.”
The reception monk, half-understanding, moved to the side.
The Zen teachings of Master Jing Li are so profound!
Should I rember… or forget?
anwhile, Jing Li leaned close to Jiang Wang’s ear and whispered: “The irrelevant people are gone, Junior Brother, what do you need to do?”
In broad daylight, whispering so closely, how sneaky! If there really were so secret task, wouldn’t you have just exposed it on the spot?
Jiang Wang moved a step away, a little speechless, and said: “How do I always happen to run into you?”
Jing Li, wearing the conical hat, cheerfully replied: “This is called fate.”
It was as if he were trying to convince himself, nodding vigorously: “Buddha’s fate!”
Jiang Wang sighed and said: “Tell the truth, I won’t bla you.”
“Alright.” Jing Li, indeed lacking the skill of lying, dejectedly said: “It’s Master who found out you were back and specifically asked to stop you.”
Hearing Jing Li ntion the word Master, Jiang Wang instinctively got ready to bolt.
But eventually, he held himself back.
“Not returning, just visiting,” he corrected.
“Right, right.” Jing Li nodded vigorously: “Three Treasures Mountain is our real ho.”
Jiang Wang decided to skip this topic.
“Actually, this ti I ca…” he whispered to Jing Li, “is to challenge the first in your Hanging Monastery’s Outer Building Environnt, I think he’s called Jinghai? Can you help lure… call him out?”
Jing Li looked left and right, sneakily whispered: “You don’t like him either, huh? I’ve beaten him up several tis. Wait here, I’ll go trap him.”
Trap? Jiang Wang didn’t quite understand why Jing Li used the word “trap,” but he quickly stopped Jing Li.
“I’m here to spar, to compete, you understand? I want to engage with him in a duel, not to beat him up.”
Jing Li blinked his eyes: “If you’re not beating him, then what are you engaging him with?”
The wisdom Jiang Wang gained from reading history didn’t suffice to express himself at this mont.
He didn’t know how to explain it to Jing Li for a mont.
But there was no need to explain…
Because suddenly a voice burst into his ear!
“Hey! What’s going on? Why are you whispering all secretively over there, isn’t it just arranging a spar?! It’s so easy! You should co to your Master, !”
Jiang Wang almost floated on a cloud, controlling himself to turn his head, and sure enough, he saw Ku Jue’s withered old face.
The monk’s robe seed a bit large, hanging loosely on his body, his face lined with wrinkles like carved marks, always giving off a wandering, weather-beaten vibe.
Seemingly never settling down.
As if he were always wandering.
Even though you know well that behind him stands the world’s Buddhism, the East Sacred Land of Buddhism—the Hanging Monastery.
Having finished eavesdropping on the conversation between his two beloved disciples, he made his entrance with a savior-like grandeur (in his own mind).
“Do you still need soone to write an introduction letter?”
He theatrically and disdainfully pinched the recomndation letter in Jiang Wang’s hand, “A naless junior, surely my face as the next abbot of the Hanging Monastery would suffice?”
“Master…” Jing Li cautiously reminded: “Master Ku Bing last said, it’s best you don’t wander in his presence again. Otherwise, he’ll cut you down…”
“Ha! Ha!” Ku Jue looked at Jing Li, then Jiang Wang, and laughed twice before saying: “Do you think he dares?”
Then with a wave of his big hand, pompously turned around: “Co! Let your Master arrange everything perfectly for you!”
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