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Chapter 501 Breakfast
Just as Wang Chongming fell into the incense ash, the bloodline that had already entered his ear suddenly stopped falling.

next moment.

The darkness receded like a tide, and a sudden, sharp pain shot through my vision.

It took Wang Chongming a while to realize what was happening.

That was sunlight.

Faint, yet incredibly real sunlight!
Have I finally escaped?

The exhaustion from surviving the ordeal caused Wang Chongming to collapse to the ground, and for a moment he even had the urge to abandon all decorum and burst into tears.

At this time.

A hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.

Wang Chongming then suddenly remembered.

The thing in the front and back halls is indeed gone. But the problem is...

There's one more here!

So, what does this gentleman want me to do?
However, the other party did not make any harmful moves.

The hand merely ripped off his paper clothes and crown, crumpled them up, threw them into the altar, and then tossed in a fire talisman to light it.

Next, he found a rag that seemed to be used for wiping tables, and using the basin of water on the long table, he wiped all the ridiculous face paint off, making sure there were no traces left.

Then, he spoke.

"I don't know what you think of me, but to be honest, I don't really care. Anyway, since I saved your life, I hope you can do me a small favor."

Logically speaking, someone who is seeking a happy ending for marriage has no right to speak to him like that.

In this Taoist temple, rules represent everything, including social status. The older generation is superior. Although it is generally forbidden to move around when you first enter the temple, once the prohibition is lifted, such an offense will at least result in being hung up and whipped.

However, Wang Chongming dared not make any rash moves.

—Just kidding, someone who is proficient in so many miscellaneous subjects and can remain calm and composed in the face of the great ghost in the temple, could he just be a person who brings good luck?

As mentioned before, Wang Chongming is just timid, but not stupid.

Who knows, this guy's seniority might be many times higher than his, or even his master's.

So Wang Chongming's legs went weak, and he knelt down cleanly and decisively.

"Whatever you say, as long as you spare my life, I'll even call you grandpa!"

The other party was clearly a little confused by this action, but quickly shook their head and chuckled.

"No need to be so respectful. Just do what you're used to. My only request is that you don't expose me. As for how you escaped, you'll have to figure that out yourself."

After saying that, the person didn't offer any explanation, but instead walked to the long table, took a deep breath, and then...

His head tilted to the side, and he just passed out like that.

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Wang Chongming was stunned for a moment. Before he could say anything, the sound of a lock being opened suddenly rang out from outside.

moment.

The Taoist priest who had been quiet earlier entered the room.

As before, the Taoist priest stood with his back to the sunlight, his face as cold and indifferent as a stubborn rock.

He first glanced around, his gaze lingering briefly on the broken statue of the Three Pure Ones for a few seconds—then turned away as if he were already used to it.

Finally, they looked at the two survivors, one big and one small.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Wang Chongming seemed to see his martial uncle raise his eyebrows slightly in surprise—but soon, the other party sighed and spoke in that calm, unwavering voice.

"It's quite unexpected. I thought everyone would die this time, but I didn't expect there would be two survivors."

"Uncle-Master, it's me."

Just as Wang Chongming was about to say something, he was stopped by Qingjing Daoist waving his hand.

"But with these people dead, it should be satisfied. As for you two, whether it was a coincidence, murder for money, or simply good luck, it's none of my business."

Just like his expression, the Taoist Master Qingjing seemed indifferent to everything that was happening, and simply continued speaking.

“If you can still stand up, go and wake that kid up too—someone has to clean up this mess, and you guys are just getting in the way.”

Honestly, these words were not considerate at all, especially to someone who had just escaped death. However, Wang Chongming dared not disobey in the slightest and instead jogged a few steps to Zhou You's side.

At this point, he hesitated for a few seconds, but finally reached out and pushed.

With a struggling sound, the person slowly opened their eyes.

—He first looked around in a daze, then as if he had thought of something, his eyes suddenly turned to extreme terror, and he grabbed Wang Chongming's sleeve tightly.

"Senior brother, what just happened? Where is this? What about those stone statues, and—"

The voice was sharp and piercing, like someone waking up from a real nightmare.

Wang Chongming was speechless for a moment.

good acting.

—That's fucking good acting.

Is he really some kind of ancient monster who's lived for who knows how long? Why don't I have such good acting skills?

Although his mouth was twitching, Wang Chongming still bent down in a very cooperative manner and pretended to comfort him.

"Junior brother, don't be afraid, we're saved. Our venerable Uncle Qingjing is here; no matter what evil spirits or filth there may be..."

However, Wang Chongming paused for a moment when he said this.

It's daytime now, and Uncle Qingjing is right behind me. Maybe I should just tell him the truth.
A few seconds later, he cursed inwardly.

—I was just bored!

I finally escaped from hell, why am I so foolish as to insist on running into this trouble?
Let him do whatever he wants. What does it matter to me even if he causes a huge commotion? In fact, if he really does destroy this temple, I might just take the opportunity to run away and live a carefree life.
Thinking of this, Wang Chongming quickly bent down and helped Zhou You up.

Seeing this obsequious behavior, Qingjing Daoren was slightly puzzled, but he still shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the sunlight.

After a long time.

Wang Chongming's group was closer to the mountain gate, and since he was also familiar with the route, he left halfway there.

The Taoist Master Qingjing escorted Zhou You to the vicinity of the sect's dining hall.

But as he stopped, he suddenly spoke up and gave an order, almost as if it were an unintentional act.

"Before you leave, let me remind you of something. While patrolling at night is a punishment in the temple, it's also an opportunity. Now that you've passed it, you're no longer just someone brought in for good luck, but one of the core disciples of your sect. Your status is higher, but you also need to learn more rules. If there's anything you don't understand, ask your senior brother. Don't make a mistake and go back in after finally getting out."

This was probably the most serious thing the Taoist Qingjing had ever said. Zhou You was silent for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement.

So the Taoist turned around, but instead of leaving immediately, he put his hands behind his back and walked into the other door—it was unclear what he was planning to do there.

So, how much did this person actually discern?
Zhou You looked at that figure from behind, then shook his head, turned around, and pushed open the cafeteria door.

—It's breakfast time now.

Although these children were treated like livestock due to orders from above, they would still have to do odd jobs in various places afterward, and they couldn't keep up without physical strength, so at least they were provided with enough leftover food and swill.

When Zhou You entered, everyone was hunched over the table, suppressing their nausea as they stuffed the leftover food scraps into their mouths—after so much training, no one dared to speak while eating, much less look around. So, for a moment, no one noticed his presence.

But with so many people around, some people eventually caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of their eye.

A 'click' sound.

That was the sound of chopsticks falling to the ground.

The child sitting opposite him quickly gave him a meaningful look, urging him to pick it up himself before being hit—but the other child seemed oblivious, just staring blankly at the door with his mouth wide open.

So his companion turned around—and was just as stunned.

It was like a disease that spread from person to person; before long, all eyes were on that place.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, each with their own hidden agendas, Zhou You smiled quite naturally and simply walked to the food area.

Several of his senior brothers were looking at him with disbelief.

Zhou You simply smiled and said.

"Excuse me, I've been up all night and only had some fruit. I'm starving. Could you please get me some food?"

One of the fat men blankly agreed, and then subconsciously tried to scoop a bowl of swill from the garbage can.

However, just as his hand touched the ladle, it was forcefully knocked away, and he immediately cried out in pain.

"What's wrong with you, you idiot? Why did you suddenly hit me?"

The skinny guy who made the move spat out.

"I'm going to beat you up, you idiot! What were you trying to do? Serve this stuff to your junior brother who's been working all night?!"

The fat man serving the rice was still grumbling in dissatisfaction.

"No, my senior brother gave the instructions; this is what they're serving these people for the 'lucky marriage' ceremony."

This time, the skinny guy was too lazy to waste words. He simply pushed him aside and then looked at Zhou You with a fawning smile.

"Sorry, junior brother, this guy hit his head when he was a child, which made his brain not very good. Don't hold it against him. By the way, what would you like to eat? Just tell me, and I'll prepare it for you right now."

Zhou You simply looked at him, smiling without saying a word.

He still remembered the skinny senior's face from a few days ago: he always served the spoiled, rotten parts of the rice, and if a child said they weren't full and wanted more, he would kick that little body so hard they rolled all over the floor.
But look at the present
"Ha, is this what they call status?"

"Um... what are you saying, junior brother?"

Because Zhou You was talking to himself so softly, the senior brother opposite him didn't hear him clearly for a moment.

Zhou You simply shook his head and then said casually.

"Then give me two roast chickens, two roast ducks, two bowls of vegetables, and two bowls of hot porridge."

The one who was dragged away couldn't help but speak up again.

"I'm telling you, can you eat all this by yourself?"

"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak!" the skinny man cursed out loud this time. He quickly and efficiently prepared the food and then personally brought it to Zhou You. "Junior brother, everything's ready. Where are you planning to eat?"

Zhou You looked around and then suddenly frowned.

"That's not urgent. I have something to ask you."

"Junior brother, you speak."

"There's a girl named Lin Yunshao in this cafeteria. She's the one who's always with me and that young guy. Where is she? I can't find her."

It was a very ordinary question, but for some reason, the senior brother hesitated.

Only after Zhou You glanced at him again did he kick aside the fat man next to him, lean closer, and whisper.

"Junior brother, I won't lie to you, that little girl made a mistake this morning, and then our senior brother dragged her into the inner room to discipline her."

The other party emphasized the word 'lesson'.

The meaning is self-evident.

Upon hearing this, Zhou You paused for a moment, and then his smile finally faded.

A few seconds later, he said politely.

"Thank you, senior brother. I'll go find it myself."

The senior brother quickly said he dared not—but Zhou You clearly saw that there was a lot of schadenfreude on his face.

This senior brother is really something...
Zhou You didn't say anything more. He simply carried the tray and walked steadily into the inner room, then tilted his ear and listened.

There was crying and shouting, but there was no truly tragic wailing.

It seems there's still time.

Zhou You pursed his lips and continued.

With a swift kick, he blasted open the wooden door!
inside the house.

Xuan Cheng, whom we hadn't seen for a day, stood with a leather whip in his hand, his back to the door, cursing something.

Lin Yunshao
The girl was alright, but she had clearly been whipped twice. Now her hair was disheveled, and her face was streaked with tears.

Hearing the door open, Xuan Cheng turned around angrily and roared.

"Didn't I tell you I'm busy with important matters right now? Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary. You're all deaf!"

however.

He stopped speaking abruptly halfway through his sentence.

He stretched out his finger, pointing tremblingly at Zhou You.

"You, you, you, you, you, how could you possibly be here—"

Zhou You put on his habitual smile again and said in a gentle and refined manner.

"Senior Brother Xuancheng is joking. It's breakfast time, and I'm a disciple of the sect. What's so strange about me being in the dining hall?"

Xuan Cheng paused for a few seconds, then roared like a madman.

"No, no, I clearly sent you on night patrol, how the hell could you be here?!"

However, after saying this, Zhou You ignored him and took a few steps to help Lin Yunshao up.

Honestly, the little girl now looks at him as if she's seen a ghost.

After a quick check, Zhou You found that the injury was not serious, and then he raised his head and said with a smile.

"Thanks to my senior's guidance, although there were many risks along the way, I finally finished the job."

However, Xuan Cheng continued to roar with all his might.

"—Nonsense, utter nonsense! How could you possibly have finished? A mere marriage to ward off bad luck, how could you possibly survive a night patrol?"

Xuan Cheng seemed to have lost his mind, reaching out to grab Zhou You—but the other person just shook his head, and then…

He picked up the rice plate next to him and smeared the scalding hot stuff directly onto Xuan Cheng's face!
Then came a calm statement.

"Senior brother, men shouldn't touch each other. If you were a pretty girl with a great figure, that would be fine, but unfortunately you're so ugly that it's outrageous. So please have some self-respect."

(End of this chapter)