"Oh, it's okay. I'm not a foodie. Let's get down to business."
I waved my hand. I didn't expect Grandmaster Chen to be that friendly. Anyway, I had been in the capital for a long time, and I hadn't had a meal with him yet. It was a bit inappropriate.
Grandmaster Chen led me to an ancient temple. From the outside, it looked a little shabby. After entering the temple, I saw a little monk sweeping the floor. Although it was a simple task, he looked very serious.
"Little monk, where's your master?" Grandmaster Chen asked suspiciously.
"Mr. Chen, he went out at noon. I don't know where he went." The little monk lifted his head and answered with a smile.
Right at this moment, we heard a burst of hearty laughter from outside. "Haha, Old Chen is here."
I didn't see him, so I stood up and greeted him. Then, a figure walked in. He was wearing monk robes and cloth shoes. He held two donkey steaks in his hands. One of them was half-eaten, and there was oil on the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for Grandmaster Chen's polite face, I wouldn't have thought that he was a master. However, his aura gave me an unfathomable feeling. It was because he didn't fit in with the crowd that he looked so special.
Is he a monk who drinks meat and drinks wine?
Although I was skeptical, I didn't show it on my face.
"Brother Yuan, how have you been?"
Grandmaster Chen took the initiative to greet him. Although they lived in the capital, it was rare for them to meet if there wasn't anything important. It had been several years since we last met.
"Come, come, come. Have a taste of this freshly baked donkey steak. It's so delicious that I can't resist it."
Grandmaster Chen received it and gave it to me. Monk Yuan was a little surprised when he saw his action.
I felt a little embarrassed. "Thank you, Master Yuan."
"Master?
Don't call me that. Just call me Uncle Yuan. If I'm not mistaken, you're Old Chen's favorite disciple, right? "He squinted. His deep and wise eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
I took a deep breath and tried to appear neither servile nor overbearing. "Yes, Uncle Yuan, but I'm just lucky. I'm not a proud student."
"Haha, you don't have to be so humble. If killing the Protector of the Five Poison Sect is not considered a proud disciple, then all the disciples of the six great martial dojos, including the elites of the True Martial Pavilion, would have to smash their heads into a wall."
Monk Yuan shook his head as he spoke. Then, he paused for a moment and warned, "Young man, you should be arrogant when you should be arrogant. If you're too humble, you'll seem very hypocritical. Do you understand?"
"Ugh …" I was a little puzzled. Is this how you teach your juniors?
In this day and age, other than those who had the aura of a main character, those who were too arrogant and arrogant usually wouldn't have a good ending. This was something that I had seen countless times in my past experiences.
Of course, what Monk Yuan said made some sense. As the saying goes, youths are full of vigor. It's right to keep a low profile, but when it's time to be high profile, you can't just swallow it. I still remembered that after I killed Zhou Zi 'ang in the challenge competition, I couldn't help but roar, "Who the f * ck is there?"
The feeling of my blood boiling and my body trembling was still fresh in my memory. I truly felt my growth and progress.
"Alright, Brother Yuan. According to your teaching methods, he would have already ascended to the heavens. Let's go. Let's talk business inside." Grandmaster Chen laughed.
I followed behind them while eating donkey barbecued meat. Not long after, we arrived at a small courtyard.
"Old Chen, the reason why you're here is related to the people of Diabolism, right?" Monk Yuan asked casually.
"As expected, I can't hide it from you …" Grandmaster Chen nodded. In fact, Monk Yuan was a layman disciple of the Northern Shaolin Temple. When he was young, he had cultivated in the Shaolin Temple for more than twenty years. He originally had the chance to become a high-ranking member, but he was an honest and straightforward person. Because of that, he offended some people and was exiled to the Huguo Temple. Of course, he understood that everything had to be based on fate. Only by being a Buddhist would he be able to achieve success.
As for where he cultivated, it didn't matter. Moreover, it wasn't that the disciples of the Shaolin Temple couldn't eat meat. It was just that they advocated vegetarian dishes instead of meat. Of course, it was impossible for them to completely eliminate the temptation of delicious food when they lived in the food street.
Then, Grandmaster Chen explained the current situation of the Witch Ye Ji. Monk Yuan's face turned solemn. Although he was exiled, he still had to bear some heavy responsibilities. Just from the name of the Huguo Temple, it could be seen.
"That can't be right. Even if the Witch Ye Ji has taken over the body of Miss Li, she can't reincarnate into someone else's body. She lacks the necessary conditions," Monk Yuan analyzed calmly.
Grandmaster Chen hesitated and looked at me. I suddenly became hesitant. I guessed that Monk Yuan was talking about the Pure Yang Blood Essence. Once I told him the secret, the connection between me and the Blood Demon would be obvious. A smart person like Monk Yuan would definitely be able to guess it.
However, Grandmaster Chen was obviously asking for my opinion. Forget it. I couldn't care less about that in order to deal with the Witch Ye Ji. If the Witch Ye Ji's seduction technique was even stronger, I might not even have the chance to deal with the Blood Demon. I would be sucked dry by her. That would be the most tragic thing.
"Uncle Yuan, to be honest, I have the Pure Yang Blood Essence. That's why the Witch Ye Ji has been trying to get close to me …" I was willing to tell him because I trusted him.
"Pure Yang Blood Essence!!!"
Hearing those words, Monk Yuan couldn't stay calm anymore. His face twitched. When he looked at me again, there was a strange look in his eyes.