Shi Chan encountered a benefactor who requested protection for the first time; as a monk, practicing compassion and protecting others is indubitably his duty.

He agreed but didn’t know exactly what preparations were necessary for protection, or what to guard against.

Shi Chan felt that his two senior brothers, who had wandered the martial world for many years, should have far more experience than himself, who spends his days slaughtering pigs, so he came to inquire.

Lu Yang glanced down at the assassin.

He had been planning to ask around on the other side if there was a girl named Peacock, lest the assassin be lying.

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Meng Jingzhou glanced at Lu Yang on his left, rescuing a damsel in distress, then at Shi Chan on his right, capable of protecting the beauty.

Why did it turn out to be a Tribulation Cultivator when it was his turn?

Tribulation Cultivator, what are you doing hiding so conspicuously in my room? Go rob someone else; how else would I get the chance to play the hero and rescue the damsel?

The Tribulation Cultivator hadn’t entered the wrong room by mistake; he just felt that since the night was deepening, there wouldn’t be any new guests, so he hid in the room unoccupied, preparing to wait until Fu Ling fell asleep to steal away that three-hundred-year-old Thunder Tribulation glossy ganoderma.

Who would have thought that three men would come to lodge so late at night?

One could only say that, just like Meng Jingzhou, they were just unlucky.

Shi Chan suddenly noticed Fu Ling and was filled with doubt, "Benefactor Peacock, why are you here?"

"Master, you have mistaken me for someone else, my name is Fu Ling."

"Senior Brother Shi Chan, what’s going on?"

"Benefactor Fu Ling looks exactly like Benefactor Peacock."

Lu Yang was taken aback, "Miss, do you have a sister?"

"No..." Fu Ling was about to deny it when unexpectedly a layer of blurry memories surged into her mind, "Yes, I have a twin sister, but we were separated when I was very young."

Lu Yang pondered over the events that had just unfolded and, feeling he understood the situation, said to Shi Chan, "Go call for Miss Peacock and tell her the assassin has been caught."

Shi Chan was surprised—so the person lying on the floor was the assassin?

Indeed, that black outfit didn’t seem to belong to a good person.

Miss Peacock, hiding in Shi Chan’s room and holding the Buddha beads left by Shi Chan, was overjoyed upon learning that the assassin had been captured.

She had even been considering spending the night in the same room as Master Shi Chan.

True to a master, he caught the man so quickly.

"Peacock is grateful to the master!"

Shi Chan chanted Amitabha Buddha, "Benefactor need not thank me; it is the merit of my two senior brothers. I did not contribute in this matter."

Peacock took his modesty for granted and handed Shi Chan a Storage Ring, "Here are some Spirit Stones, please accept them, Master."

Shi Chan gently shook his head, "As monks, we should harbor compassion; saving people is my inherent duty, how could I accept money for it?"

"This is not for the master, but a donation to the Buddha’s incense fund."

Shi Chan continued to refuse, "I am the Buddha."

"Ah?"

Peacock was confounded by Shi Chan’s words, and without further explanation, Shi Chan followed Lu Yang’s instruction and brought Miss Peacock to Fu Ling’s room.

The two young women, seeing each other, were too shocked to speak.

The air grew tense.

It was Fu Ling who first broke the silence, her lips quivering and her voice tremulous as tears involuntarily streamed down her cheeks, "Sister?"

"You, you are my sister?"

"Sister!"

"Sister!"

The two young girls embraced each other, weeping bitterly. Separated at the age of two, they reunited eighteen years later—a touching scene.

"Sister, where did you go back then, and why are you called Peacock now?"

Peacock, wiping away her tears, sobbed, "After I went missing, Master found me. He took me around the area but couldn’t find any of you, so he took me back to his gym and raised me."

"I was too young at the time to remember my own name, so Master named me Peacock."

Lu Yangxin thought he knew it—a professional assassin like this shouldn’t misidentify a target, and indeed there was a reason behind it.

Fu Ling’s room became overcrowded all at once: Lu Yang and his two companions, Fu Ling, Peacock, the assassin, and the Tribulation Cultivator brought over by Meng Jingzhou.

Seven people gathered together.

Lu Yang scanned the room in silence, taking in the newly reunited sisters, an assassin with poor eyesight, and a Tribulation Cultivator looking to steal. He had probably intended only to stay at the inn.

I just entered the wrong room, so how did all this happen in the blink of an eye?

Now that he understood the full story, Lu Yang felt too embarrassed to suggest that Fu Ling should take the assassin to the Government Office by herself.

The two newly reunited sisters, one holding an assassin and the other a Tribulation Cultivator, went to the Government Office to report the crime, joking and laughing. The scene felt off no matter how he thought about it.

"Let’s go, let’s take them to the Government Office," Lu Yang sighed, deciding to see his good deed through to the end.

Moreover, he couldn’t escape the situation. Even if he didn’t go to the Government Office, the constables would come looking for him to give a statement as a witness.

The seven of them made a noisy exit from the inn, leaving the innkeeper stunned.

He didn’t remember having so many guests upstairs.

After Lu Yang explained everything to the innkeeper, the latter broke out into a cold sweat.

It was fortunate that the three heroes were present; otherwise, a murder might have occurred at his inn. He did not even dare to think about the consequences. Who else would dare to stay at their inn after that?

The innkeeper thanked them profusely, waived Lu Yang’s party’s lodging and meal fees, and offered to let them stay as long as they liked.

The innkeeper also waived the sisters’ fees, out of apology for the incident that nearly happened in the inn, making the same promise to them.

The group of five, along with the two they were holding, hadn’t walked far before they encountered patrolling constables. After hearing the full story, the constables promptly escorted all seven back to the Government Office for a detailed account of the events.

Subsequent events unfolded as Lu Yang had predicted. The assassin and the Tribulation Cultivator were handed over to the Government Office, while the three of them gave statements as witnesses. In the end, each of them received a banner for acting bravely in the face of injustice, as well as a Spirit Stone reward.

This time, Shi Chan did not refuse the reward.

After all the commotion was over and they were physically and mentally exhausted, they could finally return to the inn to rest, unlike the sisters, whose spirits were too agitated by their recent reunion.

After a night, Lu Yang stretched and felt totally relaxed; his spirit was rejuvenated.

"Old Meng, time to get up!"

Lu Yang gently knocked on the door, calling Meng Jingzhou awake.

Meng Jingzhou opened the door with a dark expression, staring gloomly at Lu Yang.

Lu Yang ignored Meng Jingzhou’s gaze.

Shi Chan emerged from his room, full of vitality and in a completely different state from the night before, clearly well-rested: "Elder Brother Lu Yang, good morning."

"What’s the plan today? Are we going to perform religious services?"

"That’s the intention," Shi Chan replied.

With a teasing tone, Lu Yang said, "And here I thought you were going to use the Spirit Stone the Government Office rewarded you with last night to go to the brothel to temper your Mind State."

"Elder Brother jests. Without merit, one should not accept rewards. I haven’t done much yesterday; it was thanks to the two of you that I acquired a good reputation for acting bravely. The Spirit Stone given by the Dynasty is hard to refuse, so consider it a donation from the Dynasty to the Sect. It shouldn’t be used personally," responded Shi Chan.

"Do you want some Spirit Stones from me?" Meng Jingzhou said, laughing.

Shi Chan shook his head refusing: "Using the Spirit Stones from Senior Brother Meng to go to the brothel wouldn’t count as me going, but rather Senior Brother Meng. It wouldn’t achieve the desired purpose of tempering oneself."

"Master often taught me to rely on my own efforts. The Spirit Stones I use to go to the brothel must be earned through my own abilities."