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Chapter 650 - 527 There is a temple in the mountains_2

Chapter 650: 527 There is a temple in the mountains_2

It should be impossible.

Given Lan Peizhi’s personality, she absolutely couldn’t have done that.

It was needless.

The old Taoist stopped, his face showing suspicion as he closely scrutinized Jiang Chen, furrowing his brows tightly.

"Something’s not right..."

His eyes revealing an unusual light, he walked out of the main hall and grabbed Jiang Chen’s arm.

Jiang Chen only felt a strong force coming from the grip, stronger than that of a regular robust man, not at all like the hand of an old man.

"Your life fate, how come it seems like someone has tampered with it?"

If he had only been incredulous before, by now, Jiang Chen was almost terrified!

No matter the Buddhist Sect or Daoism, he didn’t hold much reverence for either, maintaining only a basic awe, but at this moment, the magical air of this old Taoist completely shattered his usual cognition!

Could it be that there really were people in this world who could pry into one’s fate?!

After a brief moment of shock, Jiang Chen quickly withdrew his arm and stepped back two steps.

"I apologize, Taoist priest, but I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"How strange."

The old Taoist muttered to himself, staring at him and making Jiang Chen feel somewhat uneasy.

He was beginning to regret climbing up the mountain.

He certainly understood what the other party meant by "modifying life fate."

"Miss Lan."

Jiang Chen turned to look at Lan Peizhi.

"When I descend the mountain, I’ll arrange for the tavern to deliver wine up here."

Lan Peizhi also seemed to find the old Taoist’s reaction strange, but she was fairly righteous and managed to break the awkward situation for Jiang Chen.

The old Taoist gave Jiang Chen a meaningful last look.

"Perhaps the Daoist had too much to drink."

Then he smiled at Lan Peizhi with satisfaction, "It’s Pei Zhi who is considerate after all."

"Come inside."

He beckoned the two into the side room, didn’t inquire about Jiang Chen’s origin, and didn’t use that penetrating gaze on Jiang Chen again, pouring them a cup of tea each.

"May I know the Taoist priest’s name?"

Jiang Chen asked cautiously, truly beginning to feel a sense of awe in his heart.

"A mere honorific, unworthy of concern. Just make sure you don’t come empty-handed next time you’re up the mountain," the old Taoist said with a laugh.

Jiang Chen showed an awkward expression and also felt amused.

While arriving empty-handed was indeed a bit impolite, for someone who is supposed to be detached from worldly affairs, was it really good to be so mercenary?

Yet Jiang Chen also understood that perhaps it was all in jest.

Indeed.

Religious traditions all need offerings.

Everyone who lives in this world needs grain, even the most extraordinary cannot go without eating, right?

However, being someone whom the wealthiest man in Lingnan would go to the trouble of visiting, how could he possibly be in want of money?

A casual word from him could easily grant a fortune that most people couldn’t hope to achieve in a lifetime.

Moreover.

There was the Blood Bodhisattva.

It could only be said that this old Taoist was truly an extraordinary person.

"Wang Heting wanted to come with me, but I didn’t agree," Lan Peizhi said.

"That young man still owes me a bottle of fine wine, hasn’t settled the debt to this day. The younger generation these days, alas."

The old Taoist sighed and shook his head as though lamenting the decline of moral standards.

Jiang Chen remained silent, quietly drinking tea.

This tea, he didn’t know what it was made of, was incredibly refreshing, even comparable to the famous teas he had once drunk in Lan Peizhi’s "museum."

"He wanted me to bring the wine, but his sister is too troublesome, so I didn’t go," Lan Peizhi seemed to explain for him.

The old Taoist laughed.

"So there are people you find difficult? But that Shen Family girl is indeed a bit brash, better to avoid when possible to prevent any discord."

Lan Peizhi neither agreed nor disagreed, simply picking up her cup to drink some tea.

"And where is Jing Jing?"

"She should be sleeping in her room."

"Sleeping at this hour?"

After coming here, Lan Peizhi became much more talkative, and even the air around her seemed to somehow fade away.

"Quite improper, indeed. That girl is far lazier than you."

The old Taoist sighed: "Go wake her up."

Lan Peizhi stood up.

The old Taoist’s gaze naturally fell back on Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen felt a tightening all over, uncomfortable all around, so he set down his teacup, "Miss Lan, wait for me please. Taoist priest, excuse me for a moment."

The old Taoist nodded.

Jiang Chen followed her out and let out a light sigh of relief as soon as he stepped outside.

Lan Peizhi stopped next to him.

"What’s wrong?" asked Jiang Chen.

Lan Peizhi looked straight ahead: "My master said your life fate has been altered, what’s that about?"

She would definitely have not asked such a question before.

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words, unable to respond, and immediately shifted the topic without leaving a trace, "Master?"

Along with that, an expression of amazement appeared on his face, not entirely feigned.

"After leaving the village, I came here. This Daoist temple is like my second home."

Lan Peizhi’s voice was soft and light, yet it carried significant meaning.

Jiang Chen’s heart shuddered, and he finally had an epiphany.

Just like the weather atop the mountains, the growth trajectory of Lan Peizhi, once shrouded, was now as clear as sun piercing through clouds.

An unwanted girl in the countryside, scorned due to traditional views, sent from her home to be fostered in a Daoist temple, then through the tutelage of an old Daoist, transformed bit by bit until she became the present-day ’Blood Guanyin’.

With the old Daoist’s unfathomable abilities and merely the tip of the iceberg of his connections, he was certainly capable of that.

"Miss Lan’s name, was it also given by the old Taoist master?"

Lan Peizhi nodded.

Jiang Chen looked back to the dilapidated Daoist temple, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He was not too familiar with the Daoist Sect, but he at least knew that it advocated for desirelessness and detachment.

Yet, how could a Daoist sect, devoted to purity and few desires, have nurtured such a fearsome death deity?

Never mind that he had now become friends with Lan Peizhi.

Her reputation, however, was destined to have been built on a foundation of numerous bones.

"Is there anyone else here?"

Jiang Chen asked.

During the conversation between master and disciple, he had heard a name.

Liu Li.

"Yes, another disciple of my master."

Lan Peizhi stepped forward, heading towards the east wing.

Another disciple?

The old Daoist had already cultivated a Blood Guanyin, so how stunning would this other disciple be?

Jiang Chen’s thoughts churned, and he quickly kept pace.

Arriving at the east wing, Lan Peizhi knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock..."

No one responded from within.

Lan Peizhi pushed the door open.

"Creak."

The door opened with a sound.

Suddenly.

An unknown fragrance instantly surged out.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath unconsciously.

Lan Peizhi entered.

The room was empty.

The bedding was stacked neatly.

The room’s furnishings were simple, and also—

—unique.

There was even a zither, with a teacup placed beside it, and a sword unexpectedly hung on the wall.

Entering the room, that unknown fragrance became even richer.

Jiang Chen observed his surroundings, growing increasingly amazed by the Daoist temple.

If he wasn’t mistaken.

This should be a woman’s room.

Could it be?

The old Daoist’s second disciple was also a woman?

"Miss Lan..."

Just as Jiang Chen was about to speak, noise came from outside the room at that moment.

Lan Peizhi turned around and walked out of the room.

Jiang Chen followed.

Stepping out, he stopped dead in his tracks with just one glance.

He saw a woman in a Daoist robe carrying a bucket of water. Her hair, smooth as satin, cascaded to her waist. Like the old Daoist, she was also very tall, with an egg-shaped face that was pure and flawless, white as jade, exuding a sacred beauty that seemed inviolable.

Jiang Chen was once again deeply astonished.

One Lan Peizhi was already enough.

And now another one appeared?!

How could this decrepit Daoist temple produce such stunning beauties?

Such a woman, if placed in the secular world, would likely have countless magnates willing to lavish untold fortunes on her. Yet, here she was, fetching water?

Jiang Chen felt an unreal sense of absurdity in his mind.

Lan Peizhi silently watched,

The Daoist nun, whom the old Daoist had described as lazy, seemed to sense something and turned her head. Her face, which radiated holy light, first showed a cute, absent-minded expression, which then turned into surprise.

"Sister!"

She set down the water bucket.

The brimming bucket, easily weighing dozens of pounds, would likely be a struggle for even a strong man to lift, yet she appeared unaffected, her forehead free of sweat. Moreover, when the bucket touched the ground, the water inside did not ripple at all.

Lan Peizhi smiled slightly.

"Master said you were still sleeping."

"What he probably meant was himself," the woman replied.

In the sunlight,

Inside the humble Daoist temple,

The woman in the Daoist robe revealed a pure, untainted smile, mesmerizing to behold.

Xiantian fragrance fills the home,

With zither, sword, and cup of tea belonging.

Her celestial garb bears the color of mists and dawns,

Untouched by worldly peach and plum blossoms.