Fellow Daoist, your script is really good.

"Buddhism has the art of observing qi, and the qi of men and women is different."

Wuming bowed to the eleventh rank.

“Benefactor, please do not take other people’s kindness for granted. Please take good care of yourself.”

Seeing Wuming about to leave, the little girl became anxious: "You monk, you say that monks are all compassionate! But are you really going to just watch me starve to death?"

Wuming tilted his head: "This humble monk cannot take care of you for the rest of your life, and you are not too young. If you are willing to work as a waiter, you can survive just as well."

"you!"

The child clenched his fists in anger.

"I don't care, you're a monk, a good person, so you have to take responsibility for me!"

"Because I am a good person, am I obligated to take responsibility for you, young benefactor?" Wuming asked.

“That’s right!” the little girl said earnestly, though her expression showed a hint of nervousness.

The little girl didn't know if the monk would really be angry, especially since the other party was a deity.

Listening to the little girl's words, Wuming fell into deep thought.

After a long while, Wuming raised his head: "If I were a bad person, would you still steal my purse, young benefactor?"

"No...no!" the little girl said, mustering her courage, her voice full of sincerity.

"Why?" Wuming asked.

"Because if I get caught by bad guys, I'll be beaten badly!" The little girl wasn't lying.

"Now that you know I am a deity, would you still dare to steal my purse?" Wuming asked again.

The little girl shook her head: "I wouldn't dare. There aren't many good gods, and getting caught might make things worse. Besides, how could I possibly steal a god's money pouch?"

"So, young benefactor, you only steal the purses of good and honest people?" Wuming asked.

"That's right!"

The little girl looked directly into Wuming's eyes.

"Because even if I'm eventually discovered by good people, they won't beat me up! And honest people usually won't even notice!"

Wuming looked at the little girl in front of him with compassion: "Little benefactor, you are an honest person and should not be pointed at with a sword."

"I didn't point a sword at you! Besides, I want to live too! What's wrong with wanting to live!"

The little girl's cheeks were flushed, whether from arguing with Wuming or something else, it was unclear.

"Wrong, and not wrong." Wuming shook his head.

"What are you saying, monk?"

The little girl thought there might be something wrong with the monk's head, because she couldn't understand a word he was saying.

"Are you going to accept me as your disciple or not?!"

The little girl asked again.

Actually, the little girl didn't have much hope anymore.

Moreover, this monk seems to have some mental issues.

Just keep pestering him until he gives you some money!

"receive."

Wuming nodded.

"This humble monk is willing to accept you as his disciple."

"Huh?" Now it was the little girl's turn to be confused. "You, didn't you say you didn't want to? Didn't you say you only wanted men?"

Wuming put his hands together and said, "According to the rules of our small monastery, we only accept men. However, it should be possible to accept you as a lay disciple."

Upon returning to the temple, the junior monk will inform the abbot that he voluntarily accepts the punishment.

"You...you really want to be my master?"

The little girl could hardly believe it.

"I want to eat and drink my fill, and I want to learn magic!"

"can."

Wuming nodded.

"However, you must cultivate according to my method. You must follow my method, otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to cultivate immortality."

"Okay! I promise you!"

For a little girl, magic and such things come later; she should eat her fill first!

"My name is Wuming. May I ask your name, young benefactor?" Wuming asked.

"I...I'm called Dog Tyrant! That's the name I gave myself, how about that! Pretty badass, right?" the little girl said proudly.

"How about this humble monk gives you a Dharma name, young benefactor?"

"Buddhist name?"

"Ah."

Wuming nodded.

“I am of the Wu generation, and the next generation will be Yuan.”

How about the young benefactor's Buddhist name, Yuanxin?

"The center? The center?"

The little girl kept repeating the name.

"Okay! I'll call myself Center!"

"Amitabha."

Wuming clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

Benefactor Su.

Wuming has already arrived at the country that Benefactor Su mentioned.

Is this the "enlightenment" that Benefactor Su spoke of, the enlightenment he spoke of?

Master, Benefactor Su, Wuming, what should we do?

Chapter 429 I'm crying my eyes out...

It hurts! It really hurts so much!

What the hell!

How can it hurt so much!

Su Li's consciousness slowly returned, but what followed was an excruciating pain!

Su Li felt as if her body was being torn apart, as if she was about to turn into pieces!

"Brother Su! Holy crap!"

It moved! It moved!

Brothers! Su Li has made a move!

"Quickly, go and fetch Miss Qianyun and Miss Yinling! Su Li has made a move!"

As soon as Su Li woke up, she heard Xiong Da's voice.

His voice was loud and obnoxious; he acted as if he were dead.

Oh, right...

Am I dead?

Su Li's memories gradually returned.

She remembered that on her way back to the Holy Land of Qianling after leaving the Dragon Palace, she encountered Mo Lan.

Then, in order to protect herself, Junior Sister Jiang dragged Mo Lan into the Sword Domain.

Then, she met Mo Beiming, the leader of the Black Demon Sect and the master of Mo Lan and Mo Yue.

In order to survive, he forcibly activated the Demon Blade Blood Fiend.

Having broken free from the control of the Demon Blade Blood Fiend, and with its blessing, he forcibly unleashed his strongest attack!

All I remember is how satisfying it felt when I made that cut!

It was so awesome!

After that one slash, I lost consciousness.

Where am I? Have I returned to Feathered Peak?

Am I not dead?

Su Li tried to open her eyes, but found that she couldn't open them no matter what she did.

"Make way! Make way for this old woman!"

The head of the medical clinic walked in, and the grumpy old lady kicked each of them aside!

Su Li felt the old hand of the head of the medical hall placed on her wrist, taking her pulse.

"Grandma Hua, how is my senior brother?"

Qianyun asked from the side, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.

Even so, Qianyun's nails were almost digging into her flesh.

"Don't worry."

The head of the medical clinic breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his hand.

"Su Li is really lucky to survive, he didn't die even after all that."

Su Li has now survived the critical period.

"Now you just need to rest and recover."

"Eh?" Xiong Da asked from the side, "But Master Hua, Brother Su hasn't woken up yet."

"nonsense!"

The head of the medical clinic said irritably.

"You've bandaged his eyes! How can he wake up?! Take the bandages off right now!"

"Oh oh oh..."

Xiong Da and the others quickly and carefully removed the bandages covering Su Li's eyes.

In an instant, even with his eyes closed, Su Li felt as if his 24k titanium alloy eyes were about to be blinded by the light.

However, soon, Su Li felt his eyes enveloped in warm spiritual energy, and Qian Yun's faint fragrance surrounded Su Li's nose.

When Su Li opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Qian Yun.

"Senior brother..."

Qianyun stared intently at Su Li, her small hands gripping the blanket tightly against Su Li's chest.

"Senior brother... Waaah... Senior brother is finally awake! What would Yinling and Sister Qianyun do if something had happened to him... Yinling can't live without senior brother..."

Yinling, who was also by the bedside, was crying with snot and tears streaming down her face, her eyes red and swollen.

"Old Su, it's so good that you're still alive."

"Yes, Senior Brother Su, it's so good that Senior Brother Su is still alive."

"Without Senior Brother Su, going to Chunfeng Tower wouldn't be fun at all."

Many of those who came to visit Su Li at her bedside breathed a sigh of relief.

Among these people were Xiao Huohuo, the one with double pupils, and the outer sect supreme youth.