The Ruin

Of course.

It was impossible for him to actually promise a woman, after all this high monk didn't even look upon incensed temples, so how could he be moved by a mere woman?

Subsequently.

Yi Feng offered many more tempting conditions, but this monk remained unmoved.

Yi Feng finally gave up.

Perhaps this was what a true high monk was like!

Roaming in the mundane world, yet not entangled by it. All worldly objects and trivial matters of dust did not enter his eyes.

Let it go, let it go.

Yi Feng also completely gave up on the idea of swaying the thoughts of this high monk who could come out of muddy waters without being stained.

If he insisted, wouldn't that only increase his sins?

Amitabha.

Yi Feng led Kun Peng to the island’s cafeteria, where there were still some leftover meals.

Then Yi Feng asked Kun Peng to sit down, and had someone bring a simple vegetarian meal.

"Thank you, patron."

Kun Peng smiled and said.

"It’s nothing, go ahead and eat," Yi Feng waved his hand casually.

“Actually it's not bad here, patron. It's just that I..."

Glancing at the meal in his hands, Kun Peng explained softly: "I really don't have any motivation to stay."

"Don't say any more, I understand," Yi Feng said indifferently.

Afterwards he also thought about it. When he made those promises earlier he got a little carried away. How many coins would it take to actually build those temples and Buddha statues?

It was good that Kun Peng didn't agree, otherwise Yi Feng would regret his guts turning green.

Even getting one disciple was like this, if he had a hundred disciples, Yi Feng really wouldn’t have any more fun.

A while later, Kun Peng got up.

"Patron, this poor monk will take his leave first," Kun Peng placed his palms together and said gently.

"Safe travels," Yi Feng got up, preparing to see him off.

"Please stay, patron. I can leave by myself," Kun Peng said softly.

"Alright then, I won't see you off. Go on your own, there are boats at the shore," Yi Feng didn't stand on ceremony either and spoke lightly.

Kun Peng nodded at Yi Feng, then got up and left.

"That monk..."

"Just now he said his stomach was hungry, yet didn't eat a bite of the meal. How strange," Yi Feng couldn't help but complain when he saw the bowl and chopsticks Kun Peng had put down.

But he didn't take it to heart either, and continued wandering the island to keep looking for the money pouch he had lost a couple days ago.

Kun Peng's steps were light, and his face always had a faint, gentle smile.

His gentle gaze swept lightly across his surroundings, and seeing no one around, his palm slowly slid to his waist.

An instant later, a chicken leg was pulled out.

"Lucked out with getting this chicken leg," Kun Peng muttered softly, biting into it greedily.

A while later.

He finished gnawing the chicken bone clean.

After tossing away the bare bone, his gaze swept the area again.

Many people entered his field of vision.

But at first glance, his attention fell on Madam Chen.

Ah...

He shook his head.

At the second glance, his attention fell on a woman at the riverside fetching water, looking at her two hundred jin body, Kun Peng burped.

Then he set his sights on the few other women on the island, and couldn't help but shake his head again.

"Amitabha."

"Excellent, excellent."

"I thought there would be some evil things here that would allow me to enact justice on the spot. It seems I was wishing for too much after all. There is nothing for me here, nothing for me..."

He sighed feeling lost, then turned to leave.

But after taking just two steps, his body suddenly stopped.

"Hmm?"

He opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking at Zhong Qing who was blankly sitting under a tree up ahead.

"Phew..."

"Master, this illustrated book is truly divine!"

"If this pose was done with Meng Tian..."

Zhong Qing's mind was completely immersed in the illustrated book in his hands. His little face flushed red, occasionally raising his head longing, occasionally lowering his head to glance at his pants.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a monk behind him, staring intently at the book in his hands.

"What a treasure, what a treasure!"

"I didn't expect there would still be such good things in this world. Especially this pose, it makes one see the light, and arouses an irresistible urge to try it..."

Taking in that illustrated page with his eyes, Kun Peng was extremely excited.

Then, a dignified voice came from his mouth.

"Patron, why do you indulge in such harmful things at your young age?" he said righteously.

Zhong Qing was badly frightened.

He immediately stood up in panic, turned around to see Kun Peng who had appeared out of nowhere.

"I, I, I..."

Zhong Qing stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Alas, you are still young. Indulging in this will only ruin your body and mind. Such harmful things cannot enter my sight, they must be destroyed..."

The righteous and majestic voice came from Kun Peng's mouth.

As his voice fell, he snatched the book from Zhong Qing's hands.

"I will destroy it. Go on now!"

He waved his hand and said.

"Oh..."

"Okay..."

Too embarrassed by the matter to think much, Zhong Qing knew he couldn't show his face after being seen like this. Face flushed red, he hurriedly ran off.

"Destroy!"

The corner of Kun Peng's eyes watched Zhong Qing running away, while his mouth said.

As his voice faded, the book instantly flipped open.

"Tsst!"

"Such an evil thing, terrifyingly so! It has far exceeded my expectations!"

"It seems I must find a place to carefully refine and destroy it..."

Having said that, he closed the book as his figure disappeared.

Not long after, he lazily reclined in a shady corner of the island. Wetting his finger with saliva, he reopened the illustrated book...