Hui Yi hesitated for a while and thought it necessary to educate his junior brothers about the warmth and coldness of human relations before leaving the temple.

Though he had fought countless battles since childhood, these were just combat experiences. When it comes to worldly matters, using temple teachings is not very effective.

It's undeniable that having a bigger head helps in considering more factors.

Thinking this way, Hui Yi said: "Logically speaking, since Master gave you the pendant, we should obey your orders unconditionally.

However, since our master just passed away, we wish to stay in the temple and chant sutras for eighty-one days, not eighty-one years. We hope the benefactor can fulfill our wish."

The junior brothers at the back were almost driven mad. They had agreed upon seizing any opportunity to leave the temple and experience the bustling world, hadn't they?

Why aren't they grabbing the opportunity now that it has arrived?

It's not that the martial monks lack conscience or are unwilling to stay and chant sutras for their master.

It's just that compared to secular people, monks are very indifferent to matters of life and death.

In their eyes, the master has already ascended to the Western Paradise and is now more carefree and joyous than themselves; there's no need to worry anymore.

"Haha..." Xiao Feng let out a couple of insincere laughs.

Finding an even more awkward excuse for chanting sutras for your master?

Selling love can be used for salvation, yet this level falls short compared to a half-baked idea. How does this person manage to say such things with a straight face?

Wait!

Xiao Feng suddenly realized he overlooked something very important.

"You just said... your master, what happened?"

"Amitabha!" Hui Yi replied sorrowfully: "You didn't hear wrong, benefactor. Our master indeed passed away, right on the day you visited."

Xiao Feng frowned; he originally thought of chatting with the old abbot after going down the mountain.

After all, the fact that the pendant was given to me early and said to be very soon useful is hard to dismiss as a coincidence. Making connections won't hurt.

But now it seems, I really don't know whether to be happy or distressed.

The distress is, the old monk left before I could pay a visit.

The joy is, having the pendant means I've obtained a formidable force for free.

Nevertheless, Xiao Feng felt it necessary to visit Anping Temple again because, intentionally or not, it's like accepting a great gift from the old monk, and I should express something in return.

"Brother Xiao Feng, the fire is dying out." The little girl pointed to the decreasing flames, with an unusually serious expression on her pretty face.

This was not her first time seeing a dead person, but unlike before, this time was more ceremonial.

Once there is a ceremony, people tend to think more than usual.

Su Yuzhuo took out two navy blue sachets, walked towards the firewood, and gathered the ashes of two people.

The sachets were carried by Iwakami Shigehiro and Fujiwara Keiaki. Originally filled with millet, though not necessarily useful, it seemed a habit of their profession.

Just like soldiers guarding the frontier might never have chances to fire a shot outside training grounds until retirement, but they always carry their weapons.

"Let's go." Xiao Feng patted the little girl's shoulder and led everyone back to the small courtyard.

Ninth Uncle and Meng Lang didn't follow; they stayed to make sure the fire was extinguished, lest sparks carried by the wind accidentally set the bamboo forest on fire, causing unimaginable consequences.

The group sat around a bonfire in the yard to fend off the cold.

The little girl lay on Xiao Feng's lap, fast asleep. She was truly exhausted, managing to stay awake until now by sheer will.

With the battle over, her tense nerves relaxed, and she couldn't hold on any longer.

"If you want to sleep, just take a nap. We'll head down the mountain first thing in the morning," Xiao Feng said to Lu Yao, while extending his arms as if waiting for her to lean in.

Lu Yao blushed but still didn't have the courage to approach, although her heart felt very warm.

Brother Yan Huang promised he would always save a spot for her, and indeed he wasn't lying.

...

In the morning, the sun rose from the horizon.

Di Junxiong carried a backpack and held a note, confirming the address before ringing the doorbell.

He was very excited inside.

He originally thought his request to transfer to work in Jiangcheng would lead to a stern lesson from his family and prepared a meticulous plan for it.

Unexpectedly, his parents agreed without even asking for a reason, seemingly eager for him to leave Jiuyou Town.

The first thing Di Junxiong did after arriving in Jiangcheng wasn't going to the police station but visiting Jinyue Garden to greet his master's wife.

After a short while, a tall and elegant lady in pajamas and slippers came down the stairs — it was Jiang Yixin.

Di Junxiong tidied his clothes and bowed with a smile: "Good morning, Master's wife!"

Jiang Yixin paused in her steps, frowning: "Are you looking for the wrong person?"

"No, no, the address given by my master is definitely here." Di Junxiong said with an assured tone.

"Your master?" Jiang Yixin expressed even more confusion: "Who is your master?"

"Xiao Feng."

Upon hearing Xiao Feng's name, a bright spark flashed in Jiang Yixin's eyes as she quickly moved to the door, though still skeptical: "Are you Xiao Feng's disciple?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any proof?"

Di Junxiong thought for a moment, realizing the only thing that might prove his identity was the set of "Radio Calisthenics."

Without caring about the strange looks from nearby morning exercisers, he started practicing right there.

Jiang Yixin watched for half a minute before waving him to stop: "That's enough."

Though she couldn't be one hundred percent sure, this set of movements is likely taught only to close people.

She opened the gate and let Di Junxiong in, revealing a slightly melancholic expression: "You've definitely got the wrong person. I'm not your master's wife; I'm just a friend of your master."

"Oh, I see." Di Junxiong replied casually while feeling no particular embarrassment inside.

I've called many people master's wife before; one more or less doesn't matter.

Of course, these words mustn't be mentioned in front of the "real master's wife," Di Junxiong knew this very well.

"Qingyue, we have a guest."

Leading Di Junxiong into the living room, Jiang Yixin shouted towards the first-floor bedroom door.

Du Qingyue heard and walked out, slightly surprised to see Di Junxiong in the living room, thinking she didn't recognize this person.

Di Junxiong, with his butt barely touching the seat, immediately got up from the sofa, bowing deeply to Du Qingyue: "Good morning, Master's wife!"

His attitude was as impeccable as when meeting Jiang Yixin.

In terms of winning a master's wife's favor, Di Junxiong was undoubtedly experienced, skilled beyond practice.

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