Chapter 356: Love-Forgetting Pill

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhangqing felt speechless, while Juexin beside him continued speaking.

"Ye Xiaoyou may not know this, but in our Fomen, a Buddha's son holds a lofty status—even I, the abbot, cannot compare; only one who is a reincarnation of the Buddha qualifies. Our Putuo Temple has stood for many years, yet we have never conferred the title of Buddha's son."

Faced with Juexin's invitation, Ye Zhangqing refused without much hesitation.

"Thank you for your kindness, abbot, but since I am already a disciple of the Dao Yi Sect, I could never switch sects. Please do not mention this again, lest the Peak Master hear and misunderstand, damaging the relationship between our two sects—that would be bad."

"But.................."

"What 'but'? You old bald donkey, our Dao Yi Sect invited you to a meal, and you still want to poach our members? That's too unkind."

At that moment, Hong Zun's voice came from behind, his face full of displeasure.

Seeing this, Juexin gave an embarrassed smile, chatted a few more words, then rose and left.

Putuo Temple's attempt to recruit Ye Zhangqing was obviously impossible, and Ye Zhangqing had no thoughts about it whatsoever.

A Buddha's son enjoys supreme status in Fomen, yet Ye Zhangqing's standing in the Dao Yi Sect is no less.

Though he appears to be a menial disciple, Ye Zhangqing's treatment is hardly different from that of an inner disciple.

Moreover, cultivation resources are never lacking—whether it's Hong Zun and his group, or Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie and theirs, they regularly provide us with abundant cultivation resources, more than we can consume.

Furthermore, Ye Zhangqing genuinely feels attached to the Dao Yi Sect, making a sect change even less likely.

Perhaps it was because of his refusal, or perhaps Hong Zun had said something to Jueyuan behind the scenes; in any case, after that, the bald monks of Putuo Temple never brought up changing sects with Ye Zhangqing again.

Days passed, the Wanfo Grand Assembly drew nearer, and similarly, the competition in the kitchen grew fiercer.

Now, if you lack skill, don't even talk about eating—you can't even smell the food.

The best spots outside the kitchen are now seized only through fighting; even the courtyard walls are like that—without sufficient strength, you don't even qualify to lean against the wall.

At this moment, a group of Putuo Temple disciples clung to the courtyard wall, while behind them, even more disciples stretched their necks, frantically inhaling.

"No flavor."

"Holy shit, I smelled it."

"Really?"

"What a clear, fragrant beef aroma."

"Let me try."

"I can't smell it."

"Take a deep breath, focus your mind, feel the faint beef scent in the air."

Several hundred meters from the Dao Yi Sect's encampment, a disciple caught the scent and suddenly shouted excitedly.

Seeing this, those around also refused to be outdone, their faces turning red as they shouted in excitement.

"I smelled it too—today we're having beef stew."

"So fragrant."

"What the hell, how are you guys able to smell it while I can't smell anything at all?"

"Just focus your mind."

These disciples belong to the weakest batch; even smelling the aroma is a luxury for them.

Idle, Ye Zhangqing came out for a walk carrying a large tea vat, heard the disciples' shouts from afar, twitched his mouth, and thought, "Damn, can they actually smell it?"

This place is several hundred meters from the kitchen—how could there be any aroma?

Unable to figure it out, but upon seeing Ye Zhangqing, many Putuo Temple disciples hurriedly greeted him politely.

"Senior Brother Ye, out for a walk."

"Senior Brother Ye, you've worked hard."

Each wore an extremely fawning attitude; Ye Zhangqing nodded in response, but with so many people, he soon slipped away.

"Do you guys even treat the elders of Putuo Temple with this much respect?"

Only after mealtime passed did the Dao Yi Sect's encampment regain calm; meanwhile, the disciples of Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak trained extraordinarily hard during this period.

There's no way around it—the pressure brought by those bald donkeys keeps growing; if we don't strive to increase our strength, we might end up unable to eat when they arrive.

"Damn, these bald donkeys have even learned the Dragon Claw Hand."

"What's there to fear about the Dragon Claw Hand? We have the Lock Yang Technique."

"Damn, those guys are already nearing the Transformation Stage—they can even have Línglì enter the body."

"Dragon Claw Hand at the Transformation Stage?"

Facing the Transformation Stage Dragon Claw Hand, the Perfection Level Lock Yang Technique is insufficient; even if you shrink back, they can still pull you out.

Therefore, we must cultivate the Lock Yang Technique to the Transformation Stage.

At night, many Dao Yi Sect disciples continued to train arduously, while on the other side, the Putuo Temple main hall gathered Juexin and other senior leaders.

They had all been summoned by Jueyuan.

After a period of recuperation, Jueyuan had mostly recovered.

Although not fully healed, he clearly could not wait any longer.

Jueqíng Shītài spends every day clinging to Shi Song; he truly finds no opportunity, and after repeated consideration, he finally decided to settle the matter swiftly.

First, capture Jueqíng Shītài, then talk.

But this requires the help of fellow martial brothers; they need to assist me in blocking Hong Zun and the others.

That is why he gathered Juexin and the other martial brothers together, hoping to ask them for aid.

"Martial brothers, I have an improper request."

Looking at Jueyuan's earnest expression, Juexin and the others did not know what he intended, but as fellow disciples of the same sect, helping each other is perfectly natural.

Immediately, JueMing laughed and said,

"Senior Brother, what are you up to? If you have something to say, just say it directly."

"Then I will speak plainly: I hope the martial brothers can lend a hand once, to stop Shi Song and company, so I can abduct Jueqíng Shītài."

"The specific reason, I can't say it now, but I must obtain Juéqíng Shītài; I hope all senior brothers can lend a hand once, and I, Jueyuan, will surely be richly rewarded."

"In order to persuade Juexin and the others, Jueyuan really went all out, taking out all the treasures he had cherished for many years."

"All just to exchange for Juéqíng Shītài's flawless heart."

"Just while speaking, Jueyuan failed to notice the change in expression of Juexin and the others."

"Upon hearing that Jueyuan intended to abduct Juéqíng Shītài, everyone exchanged glances; although they said nothing, they quickly reached a consensus."

"After Jueyuan's words fell, Juehui directly took out a pill and said to Jueyuan with deep meaning."

""Junior brother, this is the Forgetting Love Pill that senior brother has always treasured, obtained by chance in the West Continent; you should take it quickly.""

""Forgetting Love Pill?""

What the hell am I eating this for?

Jueyuan looked doubtful, and Juexin also earnestly advised him.

""Junior brother, Juéqíng Shītài is not your kind; how can you not understand this principle?""

""Senior brother, I am not..................""

""There are so many women in the world; why do you insist on hanging yourself over Juéqíng Shītài alone? Listen to senior brother: you must not touch the Daoist Nun; obediently take the Forgetting Love Pill. Besides Juéqíng Shītài, senior brother will find you any woman you want—wouldn't that be enough?""

"Just as the injury was beginning to improve, he again set his sights on the Daoist Nun; Juexin and the others were utterly speechless about this."

""You must not touch the Daoist Nun; if you do, how will you ever eat again?""