Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Qiuling opened the door to find a smiling young monk outside.
Feng Xun cried out, “Aren’t you the little monk from Wandering Temple?!”
He knew the monk well.
‘Whenever he went to Wandering Temple with Jun Linyuan, he never had the chance to meet Master Linghu. Every time, this little monk would take him to the gatehouse and force him to practice his cultivation there.
It was one of Feng Xun’s most painful memories.
“Yuanbao.” Feng Xun rubbed the monk’s smooth head. “I thought you never left the mountain. What are you doing here?”
Wandering Temple?
Feng Yanfeng, who had been lying forgotten in a corner, was shocked by the name.
‘Was it THE Wandering Temple?
There was too much information for Feng Yanfeng to digest.
The two elders were on Feng Wu’s side, then there was the crown prince and even the emperor himself. What was going on?
He had been about to pass out when the monk of Wandering Temple arrived.
Master Linghu was about as famous as Emperor Wu and Jun Linyuan. Was he involved as well?
The little monk greeted Feng Wu. “Miss Feng Wu, my master wants to invite you to visit our temple.”
“Master Linghu?” Feng Wu still held a grudge against that old monk. “What does he want?”
Yuanbao grinned. “My master wonders if you’re interested in being the first precant.”
Feng Wu wasn’t. She was more interested in smacking Master Linghu on the head.
Had it not been for him, she wouldn’t have to go through the 12 trials and fawn on Jun Linyuan!
At that thought, she shook her head. “No!”
Elder Jing and Elder Grain were equally shocked.
Although they had read information on what Feng Wu had done after she returned from Northern Border City, it was never mentioned that she was acquainted with Master Linghu.
But it was such a sweet deal.
Elder Jing pulled Feng Wu to the side, and Elder Grain smiled at Yuanbao. “Of course she’s interested!”
He then gave Feng Wu a warning glance.
“Silly girl, that’s Master Linghu! What are you thinking?!”
Feng Wu didn’t think much of it. She rolled her eyes at Elder Grain. “That old trickster will only set me up! Become the first precant? He’s only trying to trick me again!”
Emperor Wu opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.
The empress dowager had wanted to be the first precant. She went to see Master Linghu but was sent back without meeting the old man. She had wept in her palace, and Emperor Wu had offered to talk to the master himself.
He did see Master Linghu after that, but the old monk only said no.
Emperor Wu knew Master Linghu’s true identity.
Because of that, he felt so strange when he heard Feng Wu call him an old trickster.
He stared at Feng Wu..
