After leaving the Holy Yuan Tower, Qianyu took the initiative to put on a blindfold and, under the leadership of the cultivators guarding the tower, returned to the Holy Yuan Temple through the teleportation array.
"Master Qianyu, you have finally come out." Zhou Hanyue had been looking forward to it for a long time.
"Senior, how long has it been now?"
"Exactly two years."
"Two years?" Qianyu estimated that it was about a year, but he didn't expect that two years had passed. He didn't know if the honest monk was still in Tianyicheng.
"Master Qianyu, a year ago, a monk came to Shengyuan Temple to find you. I told him that you were practicing and asked you not to disturb you. Unexpectedly, he came again two months later. I told him in the same way
I rejected him for some reason. But within a month, he came again, and I continued to refuse. Then he came to see me almost every month, which almost annoyed me to death."
"Where is he now?" Qianyu knew who this monk was.
"He's waiting for you on the first floor." Zhou Hanyue took Qianyu downstairs.
After arriving on the first floor, Beiyan jumped over and greeted Qianyu: "Master, long time no see."
"How have you been these past two years?"
"Senior Zhou treats me very well. He not only takes good care of me, but also guides me in my practice." Beiyan replied happily.
"That's good." Qianyu picked up Beiyan and searched in the lobby on the first floor, and soon saw a bald head.
He walked towards the honest monk, who was sitting with a sad expression on his face, looking very ugly.
"Damn monk, what do you want from me?" Qianyu said.
"Oh, donor, I miss you so much!" Seeing that the visitor was Qianyu, the honest monk laughed excitedly, immediately pulled Qianyu and said: "Donor, let's take a step to talk."
"Master Qianyu, I will take you to the guest room." Under the leadership of Zhou Hanyue, Qianyu and the honest monk came to the guest room.
"Master Qianyu, please chat first. If you need anything, come to me."
"Yes." Qianyu motioned to Zhou Hanyue to close the door.
"Ouch!"
As soon as the door was closed, the honest monk's true colors were revealed. He immediately covered his crotch with a painful expression on his face, clamped his legs tightly, and his legs were shaking in pain.
"Damn monk, what's wrong with you?" Qianyu thought that Honest Monk was acting.
"Donor, please save me, I am dying!" the honest monk said with a cry.
"Haha, good deeds and evil deeds are rewarded." Qianyu was a little gloating and took his time to find a chair in the room to sit down and let the honest monk tell his story.
"Donor, this thing of mine is almost useless!" The honest monk cried bitterly and pointed to his lower body, "The matter started a year ago..."
"That day was beautiful and sunny, and it was a good day to sleep. I slept until noon, and after getting up, I went directly to the brothel. At that time, a fairy came to the brothel. I heard that she was a woman from the Linghu tribe.
Not only does her appearance change, but her figure is even hotter. It is also said that the bodies of Linghu women are very flexible and can perform various difficult movements, which makes me very curious."
"So, I spent a lot of money to buy her one night and spend the night with her. A spring night is worth a thousand dollars. That night I talked with her about life ideals, poems and songs, and we were so happy in a gentle countryside."
"Happiness is always short-lived. After happiness is the beginning of nightmare. Ever since I had sex with her, I started to have problems here. The first month it was just a slight pain and a bit itchy. The pain became more and more painful later.
The itching became more and more severe, and when the pain became extreme, I once thought of cutting it off..."
"But then I thought about it. This thing is an indispensable tool for me to travel across the mainland and communicate with beauties. If I cut it off and want to communicate with beauties in the future, wouldn't it be difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice? After thinking about it, I decided to ask the donor for advice.
Please ask the donor to refine an antidote elixir to relieve my pain..."
"Dead monk, after talking so much, don't you just have Hualiu disease?" Qianyu said it clearly. Beiyan didn't understand and asked: "Master, what is Hualiu disease?"
"You are still young, so don't understand these unhealthy things." Qianyu did not answer.
"Donor, you are a fourth-grade spirit gathering master. It is easy for you to refine the detoxification pill. As long as you are willing to help me, I am willing to do anything for you!"
"Are you serious?" Qianyu looked at Monk LaoShi with a smile. Monk LaoShi felt Qianyu's ill intentions, but he had a request and did not dare to refuse Qianyu, so he had to bite the bullet and agree.
"You should know what I want you to do."
"Donor, I am stupid and can't guess the benefactor's thoughts." The honest monk began to pretend to be stupid.
"Help me destroy the Assassin Mansion. I will make as many detoxifying pills for you as you want."
"Donor, aren't you embarrassing me? Assassin Mansion, I don't even know where it is, how can I destroy it?" The honest monk was in a dilemma.
"If I can find the location of the Assassin's Mansion, can you promise me?"
"This...donor, can you change one thing? I have a kind heart and don't like killing people..."
"Dead monk, do you think I will believe it?"
"Oh, it seems I have to agree." The honest monk could not lie, so he could only agree to Qianyu's request.
"Donor, before I help you destroy the Assassin Mansion, you must first give me the antidote pill."
"I can refine the detoxification pill at any time, why are you anxious?" Qianyu frowned, "If I gave you the detoxification pill and you regretted it, wouldn't I suffer the disadvantage of being dumb?"
"Monks never lie to others. The donor can trust me completely." The honest monk said with a smile and clasped his hands.
"Dead monk, to tell you the truth, you have no trust in me anymore. If you want to get the detoxification pill, you must first destroy the assassin's mansion, otherwise there is no need to talk."
"Is the donor really so cruel?"
"Since it is a transaction, both parties must be sincere. If you destroy the Assassin Mansion, I will naturally refine the detoxification pill for you." Qianyu's words were very clear. The honest monk sighed and said: "In this case, I
It’s better to ask someone else.”
"up to you."
"Donor, we will see you again indefinitely."
"Dead monk, are you planning to leave Tianyicheng?"
"It has nothing to do with the donor." The honest monk got angry, turned around and left.
Without the honest monk, Qianyu's safety in Tianyicheng is no longer guaranteed, and he will have to walk the road by himself in the future.
Seeing the honest monk's back fading away, Qianyu wanted to speak, but the words came to his lips but could not come out. In the end, he could only sigh.
"Master, why don't you keep him? If he stays, you will have a right-hand man by your side."
"Having you is enough." Qianyu smiled and touched Beiyan's little head, looking at the direction where the honest monk left, feeling a little reluctant in his heart.
Although Honest Monk is a lecherous and unreliable person, his conduct is still relatively upright. Destroying the Assassin's Mansion has violated his bottom line. The people in the Assassin's Mansion have no grievances against him. If he takes action, wouldn't it be chaos?
Killing innocent people? His conscience would be condemned, so he decided not to do it. From the fact that he sacrificed his 100-year life to save Qianyu, it can be seen that he is the kind of person who can sacrifice his life for others.
If either of them had been willing to take a step back, the current situation would not have happened. It's just that both of them were angry and neither of them wanted to give in. Maybe this was the awkwardness between men...