Chapter 626: The Bastard in White

In the meditation room.

After some friendly negotiation, Yu Liancheng finally untied the bedding that had been binding Bi Yao and Youji tightly together.

Once free, Youji took out her veil, flicked her fair hand, and her stunning face was once again hidden beneath the veil, revealing only a pair of slightly elongated, beautiful eyes as she bowed to Yu Liancheng: "Please rest assured, Divine Monk, I will inform the Ghost King of this transaction. I only hope the Divine Monk will treat Bi Yao well, and the Heavenly Book will surely be presented with both hands."

The price for Yu Liancheng releasing Youji and Bi Yao was the Ghost King Sect's Heavenly Book Volume Two. Youji would return to the Ghost King Sect to retrieve the Heavenly Book, while Bi Yao would stay by Yu Liancheng's side as a hostage.

Yu Liancheng had memories regarding the second volume of the Heavenly Book, though they were rather hazy, with only a general idea.

Of course, there was an even more important point.

He wanted to meet the Ghost King, the figure with the most ambition and strategy in the Demon Sect today.

Yu Liancheng sighed leisurely: "To be honest, this monk does not have much confidence in this transaction."

"Bi Yao is the Sect Master's only daughter, and the Sect Master dotes on Bi Yao the most, so please rest assured, Divine Monk Puzhen," Youji said hurriedly.

Yu Liancheng said: "It is only because I worry that the Ghost King is as stingy as the Vermilion Bird Holy Envoy."

Youji was startled and asked suspiciously: "Why would the Divine Monk think I am stingy?"

Yu Liancheng looked at Youji with a pair of clear, bright eyes, as if he could see the peerless face beneath the veil, bowed his head to recite a Buddhist chant, and said calmly: "The Vermilion Bird Holy Envoy clearly possesses a face that could topple kingdoms, yet covers it with a light veil; this is no different from hiding a bright pearl in a box, not presenting it to others—is that not stingy?"

Before Youji could speak, Bi Yao, who was to the side, gently scratched her own fair, tender cheek with her hand, leaving a faint red mark, and giggled: "What kind of White-robed Divine Monk, he is clearly a Flower Monk, and he doesn't even know shame."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "Everyone has a love for beauty. I am merely a mortal; although I understand that 'Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form,' I am far from reaching that realm—form is form, and emptiness is emptiness. Just as in my eyes, Miss Bi Yao is also very beautiful, and it cannot be described merely as a 'stinking skin bag'."

"Alright, Bi Yao, don't be naughty." Youji's pretty face was shrouded by the veil, making it impossible to see her expression, but her eyes seemed to ripple with emotion: "Thank you for the compliment, Divine Monk. Please rest assured, the Sect Master is much more generous than Youji, and a volume of the Heavenly Book is far less important than the Young Lady."

"That would be best." Yu Liancheng nodded with a smile.

Afterwards, after bidding farewell to Bi Yao, Youji transformed into a streak of purple light and flew away.

"Hey, you are a Buddhist monk, why do you covet my Ghost King Sect's techniques?" Bi Yao asked indignantly.

Yu Liancheng said leisurely: "Red lotus, white lotus, green lotus leaves; the three teachings were originally one family."

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Bi Yao blinked. How could the Demon Sect be one family with the Daoist Canon and Buddhism? Had this monk gone mad?

Yu Liancheng had already stood up and said: "Alright, help me tidy up the room, then go with me to report to Senior Brother Abbot. Otherwise, if a woman suddenly appears here, there is no telling what people outside will say."

"No way. I just had a fight with you, I'm tired, I want to rest."

While Bi Yao said she wanted to rest, she looked at Yu Liancheng with a smile, her small feet swinging back and forth, wearing a pair of water-green embroidered shoes, looking quite cute.

"Then you should rest for a while. The Vermilion Bird Holy Envoy asked me to take good care of you, and I shall certainly obey firmly; don't catch a cold." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, formed a seal, and suddenly the bedsheet swished and rolled up, wrapping Bi Yao inside.

"Bastard, let me go."

Wrapped in the quilt, Bi Yao rolled back and forth, her willow eyebrows arched in anger, throwing a tantrum. An ordinary quilt naturally could not trap her, but after being enchanted by Yu Liancheng, she could not break free no matter what.

Yu Liancheng smiled, found a broom, and began to clean, letting Bi Yao twist and turn on the bed like a big worm.

Half an hour later, the room had been cleaned and was once again spotless. Although some items were damaged due to the previous fight, making it appear slightly empty, it still gave a very comfortable feeling; every object was placed exactly where it should be, very harmonious, and would never feel the least bit abrupt.

"Phew." Yu Liancheng finished the final task and turned to look at Bi Yao.

This girl had been making a huge fuss at first, but later she had truly become sleepy and fallen asleep. After all, that previous battle had been an all-out effort, consuming quite a bit of mental and physical strength.

He saw the young girl's black hair spread out on the snow-white bedsheets and quilt, her eyebrows drawn like ink, her tender face flushed, and a faint smile on her lips, likely dreaming a sweet dream. It was just a pity that her whole body was bound by the quilt; no matter how one looked at it, she had no sleeping posture, not at all like a lady.

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, did not wake her, but simply dispelled the previous spell and gently covered the girl with the quilt.

Then he went to bathe and changed into a set of snow-white monk robes. He brewed a pot of tea, picked up a scripture at random, and began to read casually.

Dusk, the sunset was warm, the evening breeze was soft.

Bi Yao woke up slowly, still yawning and stretching, exuding the posture of a young girl just waking from a nap.

Suddenly, she came to her senses, remembered her situation, and her whole body stiffened abruptly. She hurriedly looked down to check, and seeing her clothes were intact, she finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Where is that bastard in white?" As this thought crossed her mind, she turned her head and saw Yu Liancheng by the window in the sunset, sipping tea and reading scriptures.

For some reason, she always felt that the white-robed monk at this moment was radiating a warm light, making one feel warm all over.

Perhaps this monk was not too bad; had she not sensed the essence of this monk earlier, she wouldn't have felt at ease enough to fall asleep, right?

"You're awake?" Yu Liancheng greeted her, closed the book, and stood up tall: "Let's go, come with me to see Senior Brother Abbot. If you are still sleepy, I will have to cover you with the quilt again."

This smiling appearance looked very punchable no matter how one looked at it.

"Bastard."

Bi Yao bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth. Alright, everything before was indeed an illusion; this guy was still just as hateful.

After meeting Puhong Shangren, they explained the situation a little.

Puhong Shangren was reasonable and did not call for the killing of this Demon Sect enchantress, having someone clear out another room next to Yu Liancheng's meditation room.

During the days Bi Yao stayed at Tianyin Temple, she lived in this room.

Two more days passed.

Yu Liancheng finished handling the temple's affairs, burned incense before Senior Brother Puzhi's Sarira Pagoda, and after promising to fulfill his wish, prepared to go down the mountain with Bi Yao.

……

Early morning.

The mist was faint.

Behind Yu Liancheng's room, there was a flower garden.

The flowers here were in full bloom: chrysanthemums, peonies, roses, datura, tulips, peach blossoms, orchids, and many unknown exotic species...

This was a mesmerizing sea of flowers; flowers that should not have appeared in this season were all blooming here one after another.

These flowers, naturally, came from the hands of the White-Clad Wonderful Monk.

Everyone who saw this sea of flowers could not help but sigh, becoming lost in it, and praised the White-Clad Wonderful Monk endlessly.

He was indeed a wonderful monk; painting, calligraphy, gardening, vegetarian cooking, playing the zither, lecturing on the Dharma... as long as one could think of it, it seemed there was nothing he could not do, and nothing he was not proficient in.

A young girl in water-green clothes appeared before the sea of flowers, not knowing when.

Under the morning sun, her skin was like snow, peerless and clear, like a fairy. The girl gently picked a flower, brought it to her nose, and took a deep breath; a look of intoxication appeared on her delicate face, and an even more breathtaking beauty bloomed. And the flower, before her stunning face, seemed even more radiant.

When the person is more delicate than the flower, and the flower is more vibrant than the person.

"Bi Yao, why did you pick it?" Footsteps sounded, and a monk in white walked over slowly; his lips were red, his teeth white, and his features bright and clear, as radiant as a being from the heavens.

Bi Yao's beautiful eyes shifted, her autumn-water-like gaze lingering on Yu Liancheng before she smiled faintly: "I picked it because I wanted to. It is this flower's good fortune that I picked it. And for it to have its fragrance smelled by me is an even greater blessing, one cultivated over three lifetimes. A mere monk like you, how could you understand?"

Yu Liancheng also casually picked a Peach Blossom, but he stepped forward two paces and tucked it behind Bi Yao's ear, smiling: "Since ancient times, fresh flowers have matched beauties; this is indeed their honor."

Bi Yao's heart skipped a beat, and just as a faint smile curved her cherry lips, her snow-white, smooth forehead felt a pain, and she couldn't help but glare at Yu Liancheng with resentment.

Yu Liancheng withdrew his finger, tucked it into his sleeve, and smiled: "Although I quite like your reasoning, the flowers here were planted by me, and they cost me a great deal of effort. So if you want to pick flowers, you must ask me first; otherwise, it is very impolite, and you will get a beating."

Having said that, he walked toward the outside of the temple gate.

Bi Yao stamped her foot and hurriedly followed: "Hey, you white-clothed bastard, where are we going?"

"Kongsang Mountain, Wanfu Ancient Cave."

……

Kongsang Mountain.

Towering and steep.

Much rock and little vegetation.

There were few people at the foot of the mountain, and it was desolate.

It was near dusk, the sun was setting in the west, and the hazy yellow sunset on Kongsang Mountain seemed to carry a touch of bleakness, as well as a touch of terror.

There was white clothing fluttering, and a green skirt flying.

It was precisely Yu Liancheng and Bi Yao.

A string of pleasant tinkling sounds rang out, coming from Bi Yao's slender waist. At some unknown time, a delicate little bell had been hung upon her waist.

It turned out they were not entering the Wanfu Ancient Cave of Kongsang Mountain, but had just come out of it.

……

PS: Kongsang Mountain, Six-Tailed, Three-Tailed, Mysterious Fire Mirror, and the Heavenly Emperor Treasury are three essential dungeons in Zhu Xian. Since I cannot write anything new for them, I have skipped them; in any case, it is enough to know the treasures are in hand.

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