548 Master Qishan (2/2)

That old monk was also Master Qishan.

After that, Lotus began living in seclusion at the Lanke Temple's back of the mountain for two years. His cultivation state then had long surpassed Master Qishan, but he remained extremely respectful to him. Lotus viewed him as both teacher and friend.

Another year, at the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival, the Devil's Doctrine washed the Lanke Temple with blood. They killed every cultivator present at the festival who were of the light. However, they did not inflict much harm on the monks in the temple. Now that people thought of it, they could conclude that this was naturally because of Master Qishan.

Ning Que had brought Sangsang to the Lanke Temple not to participate in the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival or to represent the Tang Empire in their discussion with other countries about the Desolate Men moving south. It also had nothing to do with the rumors about the Underworld Invasion. He was here to cure an illness. He was here to find a person, and that person was Master Qishan.

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The black horse carriage stopped before the mountain path. Ning Que looked at the temple that could be vaguely seen through the forest. He looked at the Buddha statue on the stone platform, behind the peaks of the Wa Mountain and thought of Master Qishan. He felt a little unsettled.

Having inherited Lotus' fragments of consciousness, he could clearly sense that the elders residing in seclusion in the Lanke Temple were all awe-inspiring characters.

The truly remarkable figure naturally has its own unique aspect. Ning Que did not know what special likes and dislikes Master Qishan had. A highly virtuous elder of the Buddhism Sect should be benevolent and mild, but he still reminded himself to show enough respect and be prepared.

How could he keep a low profile? What preparations did he have to make?

The black horse carriage's appearance had been altered. It did not look as black, but was dirtier. There was a sheen of oil on the horse carriage and it felt like the big black umbrella.

The Big Black Horse was also covered in dirt. Ning Que had even smeared mud on him. He did not look as carefree as he did on the Wilderness, but looked extremely pathetic.

This was what Ning Que had prepared. He wanted to arrive looking really pathetic. He had even prepared a handkerchief coated in ginger sap as well as a little leather pouch filled with blood. He intended to dab powder from Chenjinji Cosmetics Store on Sangsang's face to make her look even paler before meeting Master Qishan. After meeting the master, he would wipe his eyes with the handkerchief to redden his eyes and break the pouch open and pretend to cough up blood. He did not believe that the Bhadanta would be able to turn a blind eye.

Who would dare to be as pathetic as me?

If there was someone who dared to be more pathetic than him and Sangsang, he would perhaps rough up the person so badly that it would make him even more pathetic.

It was then, when a young monk walked down the mountain path slowly.

The monk had a slightly tanned face. His expression was calm and compossed.

However, when he saw the rundown black horse carriage and the Big Black Horse that looked completely different from what the rumors had said, his composure shattered into that of surprise.

He walked to the horse carriage and looked at Ning Que through the window. He said helplessly, ”Do you think you can trick my teacher like this? Would someone like my master need Mr. Thirteen to put in such efforts?”