Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 132 - 123: Wishing the World Free from Suffering and Peace Everywhere (Subscription and Monthly Pass Requested)_3

Chapter 132: Chapter 123: Wishing the World Free from Suffering and Peace Everywhere (Subscription and Monthly Pass Requested)_3

He must have been fleeing when he realized he was already safe, so he didn’t enter the mountains. Instead, he circled back and sneaked into the city.

Moreover, he found a dwelling to hide himself.

In such places, Monk Guangming might find it quite difficult to locate him.

As for Li Yuankang, the young master of the county magistrate, finding accommodations was not difficult at all.

Zhou Ping’an touched Elder Monk’s pocket and indeed didn’t find anything valuable. He became more certain that the other party had only made a temporary journey to retrieve the peculiar Golden Phoebe Pen.

No need to ask, Li Yuankang must have disclosed everything.

The young master of the magistrate, who had lost an arm and a leg, might have been unable to withstand the torture, or perhaps saw no hope in life, placing all his hopes on the elder monk.

Anyway, whichever it was.

Li Yuankang could not be kept around.

"Search, inspect, but do not disturb the residents."

Now that the location was almost certainly locked down, it was much easier to search.

At Zhou Ping’an’s command,

over a hundred people from the Lin Residence began to mobilize.

Soon, someone noticed something unusual and reported back.

"It’s this young monk; he’s been loitering around here, managed to evade us previously, but this time he can’t hide anymore."

Tang Lin’er was the one speaking.

Bringing a young monk with a shaved head over.

So, in gathering intelligence or searching for someone, Tang Ergou, who had once mingled with the Red Lotus Army, still had some unique abilities.

While others found no clues, a mere walk by him could lead to discoveries.

Zhou Ping’an looked deeply at Tang Lin’er.

He thought perhaps this guy was hiding something good from him, but he couldn’t discern any ulterior motives.

However, as long as his loyalty was assured, that was good enough.

Even with the best of friends, it’s inevitable to keep some personal secrets.

No need to delve deeper.

Seeing the dejected look and blank gaze of the young monk Fa Yuan, Zhou Ping’an quietly untied the ropes binding his body, shaking his head, "This young master, in truth, is a good person. Unfortunately, he met the wrong mentor and was dragged into trouble by Elder Guangming. No need to be harsh with him."

Since the young monk had been guarding here all along, presumably, Li Yuankang must have been hiding here before."

"Search, it’s either the residence with the red walls on the left or the small green-brick courtyard on the right."

Zhou Ping’an waved his hand.

The protectors of the Lin Residence silently infiltrated both courtyards, thoroughly inspecting them.

"You won’t kill me?"

A glint of light flashed in Fa Yuan’s eyes as he thought of something, then his head drooped in despair, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Why would I kill you? Last night, coming out of the Washing Flowers Pavilion, I hid in the shadows and saw you advising Li Yuankang not to commit more crimes. Unfortunately, you were too weak to stop him, but it wasn’t your fault."

"Your master has passed away, right? I would like him to rest in peace. Although he was a monk, his heart belonged to the secular world..."

"Certainly."

Zhou Ping’an’s eyes flickered slightly.

What was I doing when I was eleven or twelve years old?

Engrossed in the sea of books, living confused daily.

The young monk, at twelve, was already contemplating good and evil, life and death. He had already mastered the Fourth Level of the Golden Body Method, the Copper Body, and could even decide whether to cremate or bury his master?

The experiences of life differ, and so does the pace of growth.

It can only be said that this young monk was indeed wise.

Monk Guangming had decent martial arts skills but poor judgment. He had such a remarkable disciple, yet he did not cherish him, ready to abandon him at any moment.

"After we bury your master, follow me. These troubled times offer no place of peace; better to rely on oneself and carve out a peaceful existence."

"Thank you, young master."

The young monk showed no resistance, performed a deep bow in respect, and then followed the servants of Lin Residence to tend to the body of Monk Guangming.

Interesting.

Zhou Ping’an noted.

Fa Yuan had addressed him as "young master," not as "benefactor."

He delved deep into his mind to look at the internal Red Lotus, and indeed, there was a new faint red thread.

"Through journeys of mountains and waters, Fa Yuan wishes to follow the young master, praying for a world without suffering, for peace far and wide."

Tsk tsk.

Just twelve years old.

Zhou Ping’an turned around to see the twelve-year-old walking even straighter, suddenly seeming to become an adult.

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"Supplicant Zhou, we were a step too late."

Qian Sanliang emerged from the green-brick courtyard on the right, his expression somewhat troubled, as he reported.

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