novelraw Chapter 383: Why Don’t You Just Purify Him Directly?
Chapter 383: Why Don’t You Just Purify Him Directly?
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“Please, come in.”
Silence gestured courteously, leading Yu Zhao to an ancient, austere room. With a nod of acknowledgment, Yu Zhao calmly stepped inside.
She had seen Abbot Jie Tan during the Cultivation World Tournament before and remembered him as a solemn and composed monk. Yet, when she saw the smiling old monk standing by the window, her eyes flashed with surprise.
“Disciple Yu Zhao greets Abbot Jie Tan.”
“You’ve arrived,” Jie Tan said warmly, waving her over.
Yu Zhao approached and stopped a respectful arm’s length away.
“Look outside the window. What do you see?” Jie Tan suddenly asked.
Yu Zhao glanced out. In the courtyard stood a withered, decayed tree.
“An old tree.”“Do you think it’s dead?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Its roots are still intact. Where there are roots, there’s hope for revival.”
“Well said.” Jie Tan smiled and nodded. “You’ve already found your answer. You may leave.”
Yu Zhao: ?
She was momentarily stunned and quickly clasped her hands in a respectful bow. “Forgive my dullness, Abbot. I would appreciate a more detailed explanation.”
“The answer you seek lies within yourself. Remember, this is your last chance.”
Before she could press further, Jie Tan escorted her out of the room, leaving no room for more questions.
Standing outside, Yu Zhao exchanged bewildered glances with Silence.
After a moment, she asked, “Does Abbot Jie Tan always speak so cryptically?”
Silence stayed silent, which was as good as an admission.
Yu Zhao understood but couldn’t help furrowing her brow. She had come seeking advice on how to repair the Heavenly Ladder, but Jie Tan’s words were puzzling. The answer lies within her? And it was her last chance?
What did that even mean?
Unable to make sense of it, she instinctively wanted to go back and ask. Yet, as if sensing her intention, Jie Tan slammed the door shut with a loud clang.
Rubbing her nose in resignation, Yu Zhao decided to put the inquiry aside for now.
Silence was about to escort her back when he suddenly received an urgent communication from Unworried. His expression shifted, and he took a few hurried steps before stopping to glance at Yu Zhao.
Noticing his urgency, Yu Zhao waved him off. “You go handle your matters. I’ll wander around the temple.”
She needed some quiet time to think about Jie Tan’s cryptic hint anyway.
After a moment of hesitation, Silence handed her a jade slip etched with the temple’s layout before rushing off.
When he arrived outside the guest hall, he could hear Long Fei Fei’s enraged shouting from within.
“I’ve never met you in my life! Stop trying to take advantage of me!”
Silence wasn’t surprised to hear her voice, knowing Long Fei Fei’s restless nature. But he did find it strange; with her hands and feet so thoroughly bandaged, how did she still manage to cause trouble?
If Long Fei Fei had known his thoughts, she would’ve cried out in protest. This time, it really wasn’t her fault!
She had only snuck to the guest hall out of curiosity about whom Unworried was meeting. Yet, injured as she was, her movements lacked their usual agility, and she was discovered before getting close.
Then, out of nowhere, a deranged man burst out, tearfully calling her “Fei Fei.”
Long Fei Fei, unaccustomed to such an intimate address from a stranger, instantly exploded in anger. Yet the man, oblivious as both a deaf and blind person, ignored her protests, silently weeping as he looked at her like she was a ghost. His mournful gaze made her so furious she nearly burst a blood vessel.
Had Unworried not intervened, she might have bashed the lunatic over the head despite her bindings, just to stop him from crying.
When Silence entered the room, he was greeted by a peculiar scene: Long Fei Fei cursing non-stop, Fang Cheng Lang silently weeping, and the awkwardly silent Su Ming and Cui Jue, both staring at the floor.
Silence instinctively rubbed his prayer beads.
This… this might make him break his vow of tranquility.
“Monk Silence!” Long Fei Fei shouted. “This lecher needs to be punished! No—punishment is too kind. Why don’t you just purify him directly so he can’t harm any other women?”
Wrapped head to toe in bandages, only her fiery eyes were visible. Even with just that, it was clear how livid she was.
Silence glanced at Unworried, who gave him a wry smile.
Unworried himself was unsure what to do. Fang Cheng Lang, from the Five Elements Dao Sect, clearly recognized Long Fei Fei and seemed deeply attached to her. Yet Long Fei Fei’s reaction was one of complete unfamiliarity, and her strong aversion to his sudden approach made things even messier.
Unworried wasn’t skilled at dealing with romantic entanglements, so he sought help from his junior.
Surveying the scene, Silence did not immediately ask questions. Instead, he greeted the three from the Five Elements Dao Sect.
Cui Jue and Su Ming, relieved, quickly returned the gesture. Realizing Fang Cheng Lang was still dazed, they tugged at his sleeve until he almost stumbled.
Finally regaining some composure, Fang Cheng Lang wiped his tears with his sleeve and forced a strained smile. “Monk Silence, my apologies for the disturbance.”
Silence carefully observed him. Fang Cheng Lang’s eyes were clear, though rimmed with red. Despite his disheveled appearance, he didn’t seem deranged. Silence silently formed a hypothesis.
“Brother Fang, do you know Long Fei Fei?”
Long Fei Fei bristled. “Monk Silence, whose side are you on? Why are you siding with him?”
Ignoring her, Silence patiently waited for Fang Cheng Lang’s response.
After a long pause, Fang Cheng Lang shook his head. “We’ve never met.”
Long Fei Fei’s rage flared. “See! I told you I don’t know him! He’s just a creep trying to take advantage of me!”
“Then how does Brother Fang know Long Fei Fei’s name?” Silence asked pointedly.
At this, both Long Fei Fei and Fang Cheng Lang fell silent.
Long Fei Fei had a good memory and could recall anyone she had met. For instance, she immediately recognized Zhu Qing, the priest from the Heavenly Fire Sect. She was certain she had never seen Fang Cheng Lang before.
What puzzled her more was how he knew her name. Few people in the cultivation world knew of her, given her unorthodox background and her habit of keeping a low profile. How had Fang Cheng Lang recognized her, especially when she was wrapped like a mummy?
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. Had someone been watching her all along?
Meanwhile, Cui Jue and Su Ming were deeply worried. With their memories of a past life, they knew of the connection between Long Fei Fei and their senior brother—an unspoken bond marred by misunderstandings and tragedy.
In their past lives, Long Fei Fei’s death had left an eternal scar on Fang Cheng Lang’s heart. Since regaining their memories, Cui Jue and Su Ming knew Fang Cheng Lang wanted to avoid dragging Long Fei Fei into his affairs. But fate seemed to have other plans.
No one had expected Long Fei Fei to appear suddenly, injured no less, stirring up memories that Fang Cheng Lang had long suppressed. His pent-up emotions had erupted, leaving him in tears.
The real issue now was that they knew the truth, but Long Fei Fei didn’t. And they were certain that if Long Fei Fei weren’t injured, Fang Cheng Lang would have already gotten a well-deserved slap or two.
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