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Although his attempt to temper his mind state failed, Shi Chan, as a monk who had mastered Buddhist teachings, was not discouraged.

"There is no need for my two senior brothers to worry about my breaking the precepts."

"The path of cultivation is full of hardships; how can one expect smooth sailing without any ripples? Failure is an unavoidable part of the journey."

"It is through failure that one realizes the true value of success."

"Only after experiencing the pleasure of indulging in carnal desires, can one truly appreciate how much more resilient the mind becomes once it has been successfully tempered."

"...But what if Master Jiesha finds out about your transgressions?"

"Only the three of us know of this matter. As monks, we do not tell lies, but since neither of you are monks, I would ask you to lie should the master inquire."

Lu Yang gestured for Shi Chan to not stand while speaking and to sit and drink some water, "But what if Master Jiesha asks you?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Chan’s expression changed slightly, remembering the consequences if his master found out, but then he relaxed again, "Then I will simply have to practice Silent Zen."

Lu Yang: "..."

Worthy of being an enlightened monk, he sure is thorough in his considerations.

Meng Jingzhou looked at his Daoist friend Shi Chan with a soulful gaze, his eyes filled with silent reproach.

So the ancient Pure Yang Immortal Body can have a girlfriend, and now even monks are allowed to visit brothels?

Does that mean I’m the only unlucky one left?

"Buddha once said, ’You must rise from the place where you fall.’ Since I have failed today, when I make money in the future, I will fight again. I plan to stay in this city for a few days; what are the two senior brothers’ plans?"

Meng Jingzhou made a pause gesture, "Are you sure those were Buddha’s words?"

Shi Chan smiled and rolled up his wide sleeves, dipped his index finger in water, and drew three circles on the table, explaining,

"In Buddhism, past, present, and future are seen as one. There is a past Buddha, a present Buddha, and a future Buddha. As a Buddhist disciple, of course, my goal is to become a Buddha. Although I am not a Buddha now, I will definitely be one in the future. Since past, present, and future are one, wouldn’t that mean what I say is also what Buddha says?"

Meng Jingzhou felt that Shi Chan joining Suspension Temple was a loss for the Seek Dao Sect.

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Lu Yang asked Fairy Eternity, the creator of Buddhism, about what he did not understand regarding Buddhism,

"Fairy, is this a Buddhist teaching?"

"I can’t remember, I’m only responsible for making up stories; I don’t deal with theoretical matters."

Fairy Eternity was lazily lying on her lotus pedestal, arching her back and stretching like a little cat.

At that moment, Lu Yang’s spiritual space transformed into a vast and empty grand hall with glazed tile roofs and detailed carvings on the doors and windows.

The grand hall was thriving with incense offerings, dedicating the true form of Fairy Eternity, the founder of Buddhism, and her lotus pedestal.

As the founder of Buddhism, all Buddhist monks now were her disciples once removed.

Since she encountered one of her grand-disciples, it seemed a good opportunity to redecorate the second-in-command’s spiritual space to change the ambiance."

"Then who is responsible for the theory?"

"Everyone else but me."

"..."

"I’m curious, Senior Brother Shi Chan, how do you plan to make money?"

Considering that Shi Chan wanted to earn money by reporting illegal markets, Lu Yang was quite skeptical about Shi Chan’s ability to make money.

"By conducting religious ceremonies."

"Oh right, you’re a monk," Lu Yang suddenly remembered that Shi Chan was from Suspension Temple.

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Shi Chan looked at Lu Yang in confusion, then lowered his head to examine his own attire.

From his clothes to his way of doing things, he seemed every bit the part of a monk.

"Then, the poor monk will rest for the night and meet with the two of you here in the morning."

"Hold on a second, do you still have money? Where are you planning to stay?" Lu Yang grabbed Shi Chan, who was ready to leave in a hurry.

If previously Shi Chan was too poor to afford Old Meng’s blood and could only afford a visit to the brothel, whether he had money left after that was another matter.

Shi Chan, being forcibly dragged back by Lu Yang, explained, "The monk is penniless, but everywhere under the heavens is home to me. I have already found a bridge hole—it may not block the wind, but it can keep out the rain. There’s neither wind nor rain tonight, which makes it suitable for accommodation."

Lu Yang was speechless—as fellow disciples of the Immortal Sect, while we stay in inns, you stay under a bridge. How would this look if it got out?

"Anyway, the two of us made quite a bit of money tonight, so Old Meng will treat you to a stay in an inn."

Meng Jingzhou glared at Lu Yang, thinking, You play the good guy and I foot the bill?

Lu Yang soothed Old Meng, "I’m letting you do a good deed. Think about it, who is Shi Chan? He’s a highly attained monk from the Suspension Temple. You usually do so many bad things, offering accommodation to a highly attained monk is a great merit. Considering you shared spirit stones with me, I’m letting you have this opportunity to earn merit."

"Get lost, get lost, get lost." Meng Jingzhou wasn’t buying Lu Yang’s pitch but staying in an inn wouldn’t cost many spirit stones, so if it meant playing host, then so be it.

"I’ve never seen Buddhist services before; it’s a good opportunity to stay here for a few days and see how you perform your rites."

"Then, I thank the two senior brothers."

Seeing that the two were willing to stay in the city, Shi Chan felt genuinely happy.

Maybe he would have the chance to learn two kinds of martial arts and also learn from Senior Brother Meng how to restrain his inner desires.

The blood of the common Single Body Spiritual Root wouldn’t have such an effect; Senior Brother Meng must have pushed himself to the limit to create this Yang Invigorating blood.

He couldn’t even handle twenty drops; he couldn’t begin to imagine how Senior Brother Meng, who was full of this blood, endured it.

When it came to staying in inns, Meng Jingzhou had some unpleasant memories.

"We’ve stayed in three inns in a row, and something has happened in every one. Surely nothing could happen a fourth time, right?"

Lu Yang was always confident in his luck, "No, think about it—how many times have we encountered Body Integration Realm, Transcendance Tribulation Stage, and Semi-Immortal fights, and haven’t we always made it out unscathed, without even a scratch?

"That’s obviously a sign of our good fortune."

Meng Jingzhou thought it might be wiser to consider why they kept running into so many Great Power battles.

The three of them successfully found an inn that catered to cultivators, fitted with a Gathering Spirit Array to aid in cultivation.

If it were just Lu Yang and the other, any inn would do—just opening their mouths and using "Swallow the Sky" was more effective than any Gathering Spirit Array.

But since Shi Chan was with them, that was not an option.

"Innkeeper, three Grade-A rooms," Meng Jingzhou, who was in a rare mood to splurge after earning some money, decided to pay for the rooms for all three of them.

The innkeeper was male, so it was unlikely there would be a scenario involving a nephew struggling over an inheritance.

There were plenty of Grade-A rooms available; there was no risk of cultivators fighting over room availability.

The three smoothly made their way to their respective rooms.

Lu Yang pushed open the door to his room and saw chaos inside; the wardrobe and table had toppled over, the window was wide open letting in gusts of cold air, and on the bed, a man and a woman were tangled together. The man, clad in black, had a dagger in his hand and murder in his eyes. The woman was disheveled, struggling fiercely with marks of blood on her neck, matching the stains on the dagger.

The room was protected by a soundproof array that prevented any noise from escaping.

The woman fighting desperately looked at Lu Yang as if he were her last hope.

Lu Yang stepped out of the room and glanced at the room number.

He had walked into the wrong room.