novelraw Chapter 371: The Foul-Mouthed Bald Donkey—Are They Calling You?
Chapter 371: The Foul-Mouthed Bald Donkey—Are They Calling You?
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Quan Ye finally realized he had boarded a pirate ship, but it was too late to back out.
In the end, he gave up an entire basin of blood, clutching his wound as he coldly watched She Jun walk away with satisfaction.
He silently warned himself that he couldn’t stay here any longer. If he did, he would eventually end up as She Jun’s meal—both figuratively and literally.
Yet, when he had left before, he had burned all bridges, severing ties so thoroughly that his belongings had been confiscated by Master Qing Yan. Trying to reconnect with the Five Elements Dao Sect now would be next to impossible.
As he drowned in his worries, a familiar scent wafted into his nose.
His eyes lit up instantly.
It was the scent of a Nine-Tailed Fox!
Quan Ye was overjoyed. He now knew how to escape!
…“These titles… ‘The Sovereign Lord Falls for Me,’ ‘One Hundred and Eight Ways to Woo a Husband,’ ‘Sweet Love: The Sovereign’s Exclusive Concubine.’ What on earth is this nonsense?”
Long Fei Fei frowned deeply, flipping through the books in her hands with loud rustles.
At first, Hua Tu was grinning foolishly beside Yu Zhao, but as he listened more, he realized something was wrong. He patted his body instinctively, and his face turned beet red.
“Long Fei Fei! Give those back!”
Damn it! When had she managed to swipe his collection of limited-edition storybooks?
Outraged, he leapt forward to snatch the books.
Long Fei Fei, light as a feather, simply tapped her toes and floated away.
Not only did she dodge him, but she also opened one of the books and began reading aloud. “The Sovereign Lord pressed the man against the wall, his palm resting on his warm, firm chest as he murmured…”
“Aaaaah! Long Fei Fei, I’ll kill you!”
Hua Tu’s face was so red it seemed ready to burst into flames. The entire Three-Eyed Leopard was seething with anger.
Si Tu Xuan frowned, his sharp gaze fixed on Hua Tu.
He had long suspected this wild man of having untoward intentions toward Yu Zhao. But now, Hua Tu’s filthy thoughts were out in the open!
What was this ridiculous “husband-chasing” nonsense? Absolute moral decay! Unacceptable!
Still, a question lingered—where did Hua Tu even buy these storybooks?
Long Fei Fei and Hua Tu chased each other in circles, neither able to overpower the other.
Yu Zhao ignored their antics, seeing that it wasn’t delaying their journey. Instead, she turned to Silence. “How far are we from Chaozong Gorge?”
Silence checked their position. “We’ll reach Pu Ran City tomorrow. From there, two more days west will take us to Chaozong Gorge.”
Yu Zhao nodded, but her expression remained heavy.
White Blaze’s temperature was still rising. She had tried countless methods, only managing to temporarily alleviate his condition. If this continued, she feared White Blaze might spontaneously combust.
Meanwhile…
Hua Tu finally reclaimed his treasured books, clutching them tightly to his chest. Feeling insecure, he even wrapped his arms around them protectively, glaring at Long Fei Fei with hostility.
Long Fei Fei smirked. “Hua Tu, you better hold on tight. If you loosen your grip for even a second, I’ll swipe them all!”
Hua Tu now fully understood how the little foxes must have felt when he teased them. No wonder they always looked at him with contempt. Now, every glance he threw at Long Fei Fei was filled with annoyance.
But Long Fei Fei was like a slippery eel—impossible to catch. Hua Tu had no choice but to barge between Si Tu Xuan and Yu Zhao, pressing himself close to Yu Zhao.
In front of Yu Zhao, Long Fei Fei wouldn’t dare to act out.
Long Fei Fei did quiet down, but Hua Tu failed to notice the frosty stare Si Tu Xuan was giving him.
As they traveled further, the area became increasingly populated. Along the way, they encountered many cultivators headed to Pu Ran City, most dressed in plain robes and wearing Buddhist accessories.
Long Fei Fei muttered under her breath, “It’s like we’ve stirred up a nest of monks.”
Yu Zhao’s sharp gaze silenced her immediately.
Silence chuckled as he fiddled with a bead bracelet. “She’s not wrong. Pu Ran City is home to many lay Buddhists who often attend lectures at the temple. They’re practically half disciples of Harmony Sound Temple.”
Perhaps because he was back in familiar territory, Silence appeared more at ease.
The past seemed like a distant dream to him, and now that he was awake…
“Look! The foul-mouthed bald donkey is back!”
“What? Where? Where?”
“Oh my god, it really is him!”
“Pfft! He’s not a foul-mouthed bald donkey. He’s Master Silence!”
…
At Pu Ran City’s gates, someone recognized Silence and shouted his nickname. Chaos erupted immediately.
Long Fei Fei, still new to Silence’s company, only knew him as the silent and gentle bald monk. Hearing such an explosive nickname, her jaw dropped.
“Foul-mouthed bald donkey? Are they talking about you?” She pointed at Silence, her voice full of disbelief.
Silence maintained his smile, though it seemed a bit strained this time. “I’m not sure. Perhaps they’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
“Master Silence! You’ve finally returned!”
“Waaah, you don’t know how hard it’s been without you. It’s been unbearable…”
“Master, I’ve missed you so much I can’t even function!”
…
A crowd surged forward, encircling Silence and pushing Yu Zhao and her companions to the side.
Long Fei Fei was stunned. “Is their way of showing affection giving someone a nickname?”
So “foul-mouthed bald donkey” wasn’t an insult—it was a term of endearment?
Even Silence himself was baffled. He knew his reputation in Pu Ran City all too well.
Back then, his chatterbox habits had driven everyone crazy. When his fellow monks couldn’t bear it anymore, he would descend the mountain to debate scripture with the townsfolk.
He had left his mark on every street and alley, to the point that every long-term resident in Pu Ran City knew his name.
Foul-mouthed… no, Silence.
Yet, when he had last left Pu Ran City, everyone had celebrated his departure. How had their attitude shifted so drastically in such a short time?
Could it be that his Buddhist skills had reached a level where his aura inspired admiration?
“Silence, three days ago, a group arrived and started boasting about their sect while belittling Harmony Sound Temple!”
“Exactly! They even set up an arena at the south gate, challenging us to scripture debates. When they lost, they resorted to violence, injuring over a dozen lay disciples!”
“Silence, they’re too arrogant. You have to help us reclaim our dignity!”
As everyone spoke over one another, Silence finally understood the situation.
A group of outsiders had attempted to recruit followers by stepping on the temple’s reputation. Their provocations had escalated into physical altercations, leaving the townsfolk furious.
“Why didn’t you seek help from the monks at Harmony Sound Temple?” Silence asked.
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