The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 575 - 574

Chapter 575: 574

Drawing a dragon is still somewhat feasible with the finishing touch, but for this jigsaw puzzle, it is impossible to discern where would be the final defining stroke.

The high monk felt a wave of frustration watching these two people lay the floor in the courtyard; either of them was trouble not to be taken lightly.

Zhang Liang, the leader of the Sixth Group, had been dealing with the high monk for many years now. Many of the mountain’s supernatural beings had been captured by their joint efforts, and although they were just lesser spirits that had absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, these small matters proved that Two Zen Temple was indeed a part of the nation, a part that, in a certain sense, had to follow the nation’s directives. Reluctantly, he had to admit this fact, so his feelings toward Zhang Liang were quite complex. He needed to find a balance of power in dialogue while also accepting him with the right mindset. To be honest, Zhang Liang wasn’t the type to be particularly annoying, but he was definitely not easy to talk to either. Over the past decade or so, there were countless Dragon Veins across the Huaxia land that he had severed. Once, in a mountain in Xixiang, there was a minor Dragon Vein that could nurture a sage official of high virtue, but due to the emergence of a world-renowned national leader, this place came under close scrutiny and lost its regenerative essence. Since a national leader had already been born here, who knows if there would be another one to rise. Monk Kurong said that it was best not to sever this Dragon Vein as it was very likely to produce someone of great help to the nation, but Zhang Liang resolutely cut it off. Since then, their relationship became extremely complicated, to the point where they could no longer be friends.

And then there was Ye Tian, who appeared out of nowhere, without anyone mentioning that the cultivation world had gained such a person, who also happened to make such a grand entrance that made those who had cultivated for years feel like they had wasted their entire lives. Although this kid hadn’t made any significant moves yet, since Zhang Liang had shown up, it meant that the nation was taking it seriously enough to consider whether to keep or kill this person.

Heh, killing him might not necessarily be possible.

Shanxi has always been a strategically important region since ancient times. During Gaozu’s reign, Shanxi Province, then the largest province, was repeatedly provoked by the northern Xiongnu tribes, influencing not only today’s Inner Mongolia but also a series of provinces adjacent to Inner Mongolia, including Shanxi Province itself.

Speaking of the imperial aura of this province, it was actually not much, at least not much historically. Compared to Beiping City, only a monk beggar like Zhu Yuanzhang emerged, but in modern times, a local emperor like Yan Xishan arose. Although this emperor was quite rustic, he held substantial military power and had a significant impact on the broader situation, with nobody daring to underestimate him. Duke Jiang once said that given two years, it was still uncertain whether Huaxia would prevail, but the area north of the Yangtze River would definitely not belong to Mao’s domain but to Yan Xishan.

Such a region was naturally considered a significant threat by the senior experts from the nation’s meteorological departments.

Zhang Liang was like a sharp blade thrust into this region.

Purple Qi may come from the east, but it must never emerge from the west.

"Grandma’s, it’s finally laid out."

Ye Tian let out a long sigh and finally sat down on the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief looking at the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, but unfortunately, Zhang Liang pointed to a pile of bamboo nearby, dampening the mood, "There’s bamboo over there that needs to be set up."

Glaring at him, Ye Tian complained about the ill luck and then lay on the ground, motionless, with his hands cushioning the back of his head, gazing at the sky.

"Ill luck? Ill luck is not a good thing. A few hundred years later, the piece of land you’re lying on might just become a real land of ill luck."

Ye Tian sprung up from the ground, cursing at Zhang Liang, "Can’t you say something nice for once? No wonder you can’t get promoted from your position as the sanitation squad leader. You deserve it, honestly! With the way you talk, no pleasant words, yet you dream of rising up the ranks and making a fortune. Give me a break!"

"I do what I have to do. What I shouldn’t do, I don’t do at all, nor can I."

Looking at Zhang Liang’s stern face, Ye Tian sighed inwardly, wondering whose brilliant idea it was to send such a blockhead to invite him. Refusing would look demeaning, but accepting meant possibly facing bribery first, then force. Now they could be laying bricks together, but the next moment those bricks might end up on his own head.

"I wasn’t wrong; you not only speak of ill luck, but even your appearance is quite unfortunate."

"Do you understand physiognomy?"

"Character is reflected in the face. Just from the things you say, I can tell your heart is troubled—nothing but pity for the world or self-pity. You don’t have half of the courage and breadth of spirit that a thirty-year-old should have. You’re just as pessimistic as I am. Generally, such people don’t have much good fortune. I thought I was unlucky enough, but to run into you... alas, now even the last hope of turning things around is gone."

As if he hadn’t heard Ye Tian’s words, Zhang Liang sat down and asked, "Do you know why a desolate temple often becomes a place where ill luck gathers?"

"A shift in fortune?"

"Correct. Temples often receive blessings from high monks and are places of great human traffic, thus extremely yang in nature. But as they fall into decay, the extreme yang turns to its opposite, and they become extremely yin, places where ill fortune is most likely to accumulate."

Resting his head on his palms, Ye Tian turned and asked Zhang Liang, "So would you say this place is extremely yang or extremely yin?"

"It used to be extremely yang, now it’s neutral."

"Then your theory doesn’t quite hold up. If things must go to extremes, is this place an exception?"

"Exceptions are man-made. Do you think Monk Kurong only eats vegetarian food?"

Ye Tian pondered for a moment, chuckled, and looking up at the sky, he muttered to himself, "This monk really does not just eat vegetarian food."

...

Because the little monk was not at home, the three had to make do with instant noodles for lunch. Zhang Liang seemed to have a natural aversion to this kind of food and didn’t eat. Instead, he took out two cold buns from the kitchen and ate them with plain water. Ye Tian gave him a look from the side, calling him pretentious!

"It’s you who’s always making a fuss."

The high monk was very dissatisfied with Ye Tian’s behavior, especially concerning his own daughter, and was extremely wary of Ye Tian—whom he suspected had cast some Love Spell on her. In comparison, the formerly silly little monk now seemed more pleasant in every way.

Ye Tian just smiled at the high monk’s reprimands. After all, the man had saved his life.