Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1145: If You Don’t Meet Anyone, Don’t Blame Me for Razing Nanyin Temple to the Ground

Chapter 1145: Chapter 1145: If You Don’t Meet Anyone, Don’t Blame Me for Razing Nanyin Temple to the Ground

Huo Yunjiao’s mention of "a millennium apart" caused the thousand-year-old frost in Master Hui Cheng’s eyes to rapidly melt away, revealing a hint of bewilderment and unease.

Or perhaps, the moment he saw the Third Master Huo, his heart was engulfed by the tumultuous surge of ocean waves.

Master Hui Cheng furrowed his brows lightly before relaxing them, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows became even more vivid.

With hands pressed together in prayer and an expressionless face, he said with a voice devoid of emotion, "Master Huo, this humble monk is well."

Master Hui Cheng had received a call from the Second Master Huo this morning, learning that Huo Yunjiao intended to use "Tian Luo Xuan Bao Jing" to suppress the power leaking from his body.

Otherwise, he would not have had the opportunity to come into such close contact with the genteel and learned direct descendant of the Huo Family.

Seeing Master Hui Cheng’s detached and indifferent demeanor, Huo Yunjiao knew that he had not yet regained his past memories.

However—Huo Yunjiao took two steps forward, his deep and bottomless eyes dark and chilling, emitting a peculiar light, and an intense aura spreading around him, bringing an overwhelming sense of pressure.

His gaze heavy, he stared at the monk before him, his voice husky and strangely seductive, "Do you know who I am?"

Master Hui Cheng’s form trembled slightly, overwhelmed by the pervasive dense scent of blood and death, making even his breathing difficult.

He quickly lowered his gaze, concealing the fear in his eyes, and strived to maintain a stable voice as he replied, "If this humble monk is not mistaken, you come from Fengdu."

Huo Yunjiao let out a sneer, his voice both evil and deep, "How so?"

Master Hui Cheng answered truthfully, "Few know the origins of ’Tian Luo Xuan Bao Jing,’ but this humble monk is aware that only the gods of Fengdu’s Netherworld need ’Tian Luo Xuan Bao Jing.’ It can subdue the intense malicious Yin energy and the dark aura of death that the gods of Fengdu carry with them."

The responsive attitude of the other party dissipated the slight displeasure lingering in Huo Yunjiao’s heart.

He took two steps back, eyeing Master Hui Cheng with a look that was both mocking and not.

"Master Hui Cheng, do you know what it means when monks do not speak falsehoods?"

Master Hui Cheng’s eyes were slightly downcast as he heard this, his pupils shrinking rapidly and his pale face showing a subtle change.

Still, he kept his head down, preventing others from seeing his expression.

Even so, Huo Yunjiao could roughly guess how panicked and disoriented he must be at this moment.

As the other party became increasingly uneasy, Huo Yunjiao spoke again, his words laden with a heavy warning this time.

"Qin Ruan has interacted with you a few times, some things we both understand without saying. I don’t care how much of your memory has been restored, but in matters related to Aruan, please refrain from intervening, Master Hui Cheng."

Huo Yunjiao speculated that, in the absence of regained memories, apart from the catalyst of "Tian Luo Xuan Bao Jing," the other guessed reasons must have come from Qin Ruan.

The monk before him was truly astute and cunning.

Master Hui Cheng took the cue and replied, "This humble monk shall bear in mind."

His attitude was submissive, showing no sign of reluctance.

Huo Yunjiao leisurely adjusted his sleeves, speaking in a carefree manner, "I’ve come to seek help from the Master today, and we shall trouble the assembly later on."

Despite his request for help, his high-and-mighty demeanor felt like he was bestowing charity upon Nanyin Temple.

It wasn’t a question of disrespect, but rather the inherent domineering authority and the air of nobility and sovereignty radiating from him that could not be extinguished.

This was also a side of the Third Master that would never be revealed in front of Qin Ruan.

Master Hui Cheng lowered his hands from the prayer position and extended an inviting hand into the monastery, "To be able to assist you is an honor for Nanyin Temple and this humble monk."

His tone was no longer trembling under pressure as before and had returned to its usual composure.

Huo Yunjiao turned back, beckoning to Huo Yirong who was smoking in front of the car, "Second Brother, come in too. The feng shui and air of Nanyin Temple are excellent, and a stroll through the monastery might calm the restlessness in your heart."

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Huo Yirong sneered dismissively.

Yet, he cooperated fully in action.

He tossed the half-smoked cigarette in his hand to the ground and crushed it with the tip of his shoe before strolling towards the gates of Nanyin Temple.

Master Hui Cheng led the two men, stepping across the threshold of Nanyin Temple.

Huo Yirong, who had been wearing a sullen expression, subtly changed his demeanor the moment he stepped into the temple.

He was certain it wasn’t just his imagination. The moment he entered the temple, the worries and restlessness that had plagued him for days, as well as his spirit, were cleansed.

Like a wind that scattered away thousands of troubles and anxieties.

Though it was peculiar, in that instant Huo Yirong genuinely felt much more at ease, both in body and mind.

Master Hui Cheng and Huo Yunjiao walked ahead, engaging in intermittent conversation, while Huo Yirong followed their steps as if controlled by someone.

He felt light as a feather, an extraordinary sensation of weightlessness that wasn’t unpleasant.

Recalling what his younger brother had just said, Huo Yirong’s lips curved into a bright smile.

He realized why his younger brother had brought him here.

Nanyin Temple was indeed extraordinary.

The three passed the front hall one after another, and the scent of sandalwood, burned by monks or pilgrims of the temple—a whiff of the Mortal World’s incense—hit them as they entered.

They walked through courtyards adorned with Buddha carvings on the spacious walls and then through long corridors, stopping in front of an archway at the corridor’s end.

Master Hui Cheng stood in front of the door and turned to look at Huo Yirong who was following behind.

Meeting his serene gaze, Huo Yirong raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Why have we stopped?"

Master Hui Cheng pressed his palms together. "Master Huo, it is not suitable for you to go any further."

Huo Yunjiao saw the monks sitting cross-legged in a circle within the small courtyard and also the scripture, protected by a formation, placed on a table in their midst.

This must be the "Tian Luo Xuan Bao Jing."

Huo Yunjiao turned to Huo Yirong and said in a gentle tone, "They say the scenery of Nanyin Temple is the most beautiful in Jingshao Mountain. Don’t miss out on this rare opportunity, big brother. I should be back within an hour."

Huo Yirong did not refuse and nodded. "I’ll wait here for you for an hour; if I don’t see you, don’t blame me for leveling this scenic spot to the ground."

The words were addressed to Huo Yunjiao, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Nanyin Temple, not bothering to veil the authority in his speech.

Master Hui Cheng looked straight ahead, as if he hadn’t heard, unmoved by the eight winds.

Huo Yunjiao looked helpless and waved to his older brother. "Go on, see you in an hour."

With those words, he stepped into the courtyard.

Master Hui Cheng led Huo Yunjiao to an open space surrounded by monks and pointed to a meditation cushion on the ground. "Please sit, Master Huo."

Huo Yunjiao glanced at the scripture placed not far from the table, the title "Tian Luo Xuan Bao Jing" catching his eye.

He didn’t put on airs, elegantly and naturally folding his legs to sit cross-legged on the cushion.

Master Hui Cheng didn’t leave the circle but walked through the formation to the table where the "Tian Luo Xuan Bao Jing" was displayed, opening the book to start chanting slowly.

His voice was clear and ethereal. The scriptures that poured out from his mouth were pleasant and soothing to everyone’s ears.

And the moment Master Hui Cheng started chanting, Huo Yunjiao closed his eyes, and the power within his body surged out wildly, a thick scent of death and blood spreading wantonly.