Chapter 581

"I want you by my side~"

"I want you to dress me up~"

"The night breeze blows~ blowing until my heart itches~ my lover~"

"I am in a foreign land~ gazing at the moon~"

Ren Yidao hummed vaguely, looking up at the moon in the sky.

Tonight is another full moon, and under the light of such a moon, he is in quite a good mood, even humming a tune.

He practices the Taiyin Divine Path, which receives a significant boost under the moonlight.

And tonight, Ren Yidao's happiness is not an isolated case; there are two others here with the same symptoms.

Cang Lan, hiding in the shadows behind Ren Yidao, stares at the full moon in the sky, her tail under her feather cloak wagging so fast it's almost a propeller, her throat moving up and down as she struggles with an uncontrollable urge to howl at the moon.

But there's no help for it; there are outsiders here, so she must continue to endure, only able to stare at the moon in agony until she can't take it anymore, then sneak out to the top of a distant sand dune to howl at the moon... she has already run out four times tonight alone.

Yaoyue is also in a great mood, lying between her two little disciples with her arms around them, holding one in each hand, using the power of Taiyin to clear their meridians, cleanse their marrow, and guide their cultivation.

The Taiyin Divine Path is the foundation of Luoyue Peak; previously, when Yaoyue was away, Ren Yidao did not specifically teach them, hoping they could find their own paths, but now that Yaoyue is back, she needs to give them a proper tutorial.

Ren Yidao did not object to this, because Yaoyue made it very clear.

If they really don't like it or aren't suited for it, they don't have to practice it, but as disciples of Luoyue Peak, they cannot be unable to do it.

In other words, they can choose not to have it, but my disciples cannot be without it.

Hmm, the way she said that has quite the flair of a domineering master.

On this journey, Ren Yidao is not only deepening his relationship with his disciples but also gaining a new understanding of his master.

Although Yaoyue, or rather the former Luoyue Shangren, did not do well in some aspects and could be called an irresponsible master.

But in most situations, she is actually quite reliable and a qualified master; otherwise, Jing Yueqin and Jian Xinxin wouldn't have missed her for so long.

Fine!

Ren Yidao has to admit that his past evaluation of Yaoyue was not objective and still had some negative bias.

But even so, he will not easily admit his mistakes to Yaoyue.

After all, I wasn't the one who went missing, and I wasn't the one who made the mistakes; it's her own fault.

I, the fox, am not wrong!

It is not I who is wrong, it is the world!

And just as Ren Yidao successfully hypnotized himself into being convinced, two figures pulled up in front of him: his disciple Zhang Mang and his little tail, Minghui.

"Master, I successfully absorbed the power of the moon essence, and it has all turned into spiritual energy and merged into my flesh and blood!" Zhang Mang's expression is a bit excited right now; he successfully absorbed the moon essence according to Ren Yidao's instructions!

Although it was very weak, he understands that this is just the beginning, meaning he can practice through moon essence for a long time, which will greatly reduce his cultivation costs and increase the speed of his strength improvement.

"Hmm, it's just as I guessed." Ren Yidao is also very satisfied with this, raising his hand to pat his head and infusing a more pure strand of Taiyin power into his body, "Keep working hard; don't absorb this strand of moon essence yet, feel it slowly first and see if you can have any other insights."

The Hunyuan Body is truly powerful.

In the process of teaching Zhang Mang, Ren Yidao finally got a sense of what ordinary people feel when they see various divine bodies.

It is truly enviable.

Simply put, the ability of the Hunyuan Body is to absorb the chaotic spiritual energy from the outside world and convert it into Hunyuan power to strengthen oneself.

No matter how chaotic or mottled the spiritual energy is, it can be absorbed, and there is no worry about attribute conflicts at all.

Just this point alone is enough to significantly improve the survival ability of the Hunyuan Body in various environments.

Imagine, when two people are in the same situation lacking spiritual energy, one can only absorb a single specific type of spiritual energy, while the other can absorb any messy spiritual energy, it is obvious that the latter can gain the upper hand.

"After returning to the Divine Path Sect, perhaps I can arrange for him to practice at Lieyang Peak for a while." Ren Yidao pondered for a moment, having some bolder conjectures in his heart.

Since the power of Taiyin can be absorbed, what about the power of the sun? Can it also be absorbed?

Or even, what about the power of the five elements? Totem power? Spiritual power?

If his conjecture is correct, then Zhang Mang might be able to practice all the divine paths of the nine peaks of the Divine Path Sect.

The Divine Path Sect will welcome an unprecedented all-rounder!

Whether the result of practicing everything is strong or weak is uncertain, but this feat is something even Ren Yidao could not do back then.

"Hehe, I'm afraid the scene of other main peaks coming to snatch me back then will be repeated? No, maybe it will be even more astonishing."

Ren Yidao's talent back then was also astonishing, attracting the covetous eyes of many other main peaks, though of course, in the end, anyone who dared to show their head was forcefully beaten away by Jing Yueqin.

Show your head and you're finished!

Just kidding.

Don't show your head and you're still finished!

"Back then, it was Senior Sister who stood up for me, this time it's my turn to... oh, there's still Master at home, I almost forgot about that."

Hey, isn't there a tool person right here!

"Good, then I'll let Yaoyue be the head of security; I'd like to see who dares to snatch him?"

I thought Jing Yueqin was invincible back then, I didn't expect there to be an even more powerful Yaoyue now... good!

Hmm?

Ren Yidao was sighing when he suddenly lowered his head and saw Minghui quietly tugging at his sleeve.

"Daoist, Daoist." Minghui whispered, as if afraid of disturbing Zhang Mang, "Can I ask you a question?"

After a month of recuperation and grooming, Minghui has changed significantly from before, and one can hardly see the shadow of that thin little novice monk.

He has grown much taller, his body has become stronger, he doesn't look so withered anymore, and even his skin tone seems to have lightened quite a bit.

Although the blinded eye looks a bit ferocious, making him look a bit aggressive, it is much better after wearing an eye patch.

Mingxin's original purpose for setting out was to find a person of great virtue to use the power of merit to suppress Minghui's destiny, although he changed his mind after fully understanding his master's history and wanted to become a Buddha-son, he never changed his care for his junior brother and is still running around to suppress his destiny.

After deciding to help Mingxin become a Buddha-son, Ren Yidao once offered to help suppress Minghui's destiny, but was refused by Mingxin.

Now Mingxin no longer relies on others, but wants to become that high monk of great virtue himself.

Ren Yidao had once bluntly pointed out that this would be an extremely difficult challenge, but Mingxin just smiled, replying that he knew what he was doing.

If they hadn't known each other in the past, it would be one thing, but now that they had known each other for a month, and Minghui also had a good relationship with his own disciple, Ren Yidao did not want to see such an innocent child eventually meet a tragic death.

If Mingxin truly could not accomplish what he had promised in the end, then Ren Yidao would step in to help.

However, before his Senior Brother failed completely... it was better to wait a little longer; he was willing to give them more time.

"Oh? Of course you can, go ahead and ask, what is your question?" Minghui had a good relationship with Zhang Mang, and because Ren Yidao loved the house and its crow, his attitude toward this little Novice Monk was also quite good, treating him entirely like his own nephew without any airs at all.

Although he had never had any airs to begin with... but that detail was not important.

"Daoist, how did you act to make that female Bodhisattva believe you?" Minghui's question also caught Ren Yidao by surprise; he had actually asked about Ren Yidao's performance back at Chixiao Temple.

Ren Yidao blinked and asked curiously, "Are you asking why I was able to make her feel that I was sincere? Why do you ask?"

"Because those women, they don't look like the type to believe in others at all." The little Novice Monk also blinked, looking as if it were a matter of course, while his remaining single eye flashed with an strange light, "They often lie to people, they shouldn't be so easily deceived by others."

That light, Ren Yidao was not unfamiliar with it.

It was excitement.

This little monk was extremely curious about this secret and desperately wanted to know the answer.

Why did he want to know the answer?

Did he want to learn it and then use it to lie to people?

Lie to whom?

Such a thought flashed through Ren Yidao's mind, and then he quickly shook his head and laughed.

Heh, what on earth was he thinking about?

No matter who he wanted to lie to, he certainly couldn't lie to me.

What was there to be afraid of?

But the question arose again: how exactly should he explain to them how he had deceived Chixiao?

Ren Yidao pondered for a moment and soon found the answer; he smiled and pointed to his own eyes: "Do you see these eyes?"

"Master, I cannot see." Zhang Mang didn't even lift his eyelids—though it would have been useless even if he had—and replied calmly.

"Oh, then try your best to imagine a handsome and refined young man with eyes like water."

"..." Zhang Mang's brow tightened, his lips moved slightly, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

He had never doubted his Master's appearance, nor did he think he was exaggerating?

But such a description, such words... should they be said by yourself?

This, is this reasonable?

After spending some time in contact with his Master, Zhang Mang now felt that some of his previous imaginings seemed to have some subtle discrepancies.

This thought was very disrespectful, but his Master really seemed... not like a very serious person.

"Hmm?" Minghui blinked, looking at Ren Yidao in confusion, not understanding his meaning, "I see them, but, and then?"

Ren Yidao nodded with a straight face and said in a deep voice: "There is no 'and then'; I just wanted to say... if one could grow up looking like me, anyone could make others feel deep affection even when looking at a dog."

Minghui: "???"

Zhang Mang: "... Sigh."

Just as Ren Yidao was preparing to continue instilling some "common sense" into these two little fellows, Mingxin, who had been twisting his Prayer Beads and chanting scriptures over there, stopped and said helplessly:

"Daoist, please do not teach my junior brother bad things."

"Hi! I'm not teaching them bad things, I'm not! How could I teach them bad things? Don't you all agree? Haha."

Under the same moonlight, where there is joy, there is also sorrow and anger.

"My son is dead."

"How could he just die like this!?"

Zen Master Qinghuai looked at the shattered and extinguished Soul Lamp, his expression extremely gloomy.

"Who is it?"

"Who killed him!!?"