All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 727 - 393: Keep Quiet, Don’t Cause Trouble for Your Master_1
Su Bei looked at the flustered group, stepped forward, and reinserted Mo Li's Longsword into its sheath. Rubbing her head with a smile, he said, "Let's go; it's still early. Such a grand banquet surely means there will be some markets around Jinzu Court. I will accompany you to have a good look around."
"As for that Third Prince, I will attend the appointment on behalf of my disciple."
"..."
Upon saying this, Su Bei winked at Mo Li.
Mo Li's eyes curved into crescents, not minding at all that he had tousled her long hair again.
She clearly understood the implication behind Su Bei's words about attending on her behalf, and a hint of sly delight rose in her heart. Could it be that even her master felt a twinge of jealousy?
However, her expression feigned indifference as she pouted and said, "Oh, then I thank you, Master."
"I thought Master would only go shopping with Sister Xiao..."
"If Sister Xiao comes looking, will Master still accompany me for a walk?"
Su Bei tapped her on the head, slightly annoyed, and said, "Put your clothes on properly. Let's go."
"Why all the nonsense?"
"..."
...
The Buddha Gate's Jinzu Court was located on Mount A'Zu, about two hundred miles east of Rosy Stream Pass.
Further west, crossing Scorch Province by land would lead to the wild Gobi of West State. Alternatively, taking the waterway at Rosy Stream Pass and following the Azure River downstream, one would pass through Northern Border Pass to enter the Northern Sea, ultimately arriving in West State.
Here, ranges of undulating mountains rose. Due to the cold northern climate, the forests were predominantly evergreen pine, and the mountains were covered with thick, white snow, while the foothills remained lush and verdant.
Unlike the barrenness of West State, the A'Zu mountain range differed somewhat from Snow State, most famous for its snow that never melted, regardless of the season.
The knee-deep white snow, under the blinding sunlight, could create a dazzling, disorienting effect. This was especially true halfway up the mountain where the snow was even deeper. Mortal World carriages could not traverse this terrain; to reach Jinzu Court on the summit, one had to either trek or fly.
Walking amidst these mountains, looking out, one saw an endless expanse of green tinged with snow, stretching in overlapping layers as far as the eye could see. Only scattered gleams of light filtered through the gaps in the foliage, lazily dappling the ground.
Mount A'Zu had only one path. After traveling several tens of miles along this busy trail, a vast, flat expanse on the mountaintop came into view. Upon it stood a magnificent, resplendent building, shining under the sunlight, proudly situated on Mount A'Zu.
This was Jinzu Court of Mount A'Zu, one of the Sacred Lands of Buddhism. Unlike the various cultivator Sects of the Twenty-One Provinces, the Buddha Gate, in essence, shared some similarities with the Confucian School of South Country. Its many Buddha mountains lacked strictly defined boundaries or rigid hierarchies; they simply shared a collective reverence for one Buddha.
The Buddha Gate had four Sacred Lands, and Jinzu Court was one of them. Especially after the Blood Calamity, the number of monks under its banner grew rapidly. This was particularly true in Eastern Country following its own catastrophe, leading to an increase in hermit monks...
Above the gates of Jinzu Court was an inscription of twenty-eight true words, rumored to be carved by an Immortal Buddha: "In the heavens above and earth below, there is none like Buddha; in all the worlds in all directions, none can compare. I see all that is in the world; there is nothing, no one like Buddha."
The hundred-day birth celebration of the King of Zhenbei's son was a major festival. Whether for currying favor or fostering cooperation, every monk at Jinzu Court, regardless of seniority, was busy preparing for this grand event, including the abbot and senior monks.
On the mountain path leading to Jinzu Court, amidst countless pedestrians, merchants, and cultivators, a young couple, appearing like husband and wife, stood out conspicuously.
The man had hair as white as unspun silk. Although he wore no expensive silks or brocades, his appearance and aura alone made it clear he was no ordinary person.
The woman beside him was especially striking. Though veiled, with only her silver eyes visible, her stunning beauty could not be concealed. At that moment, the two were standing before the twenty-eight-character stone stele outside the gates of Jinzu Court, commenting critically.
In the crowd, an old man followed, trailed by two young men whose faces bore expressions of arrogance. They appeared to be the old man's juniors or disciples. Clearly, this couple had caught their attention.
"In the heavens above and earth below, there's none like Buddha?"
"These fellows really dare to claim so."
The white-haired man read the words on the stele, his lips curling slightly, his tone tinged with disdain.
If these words were translated into simpler language, they would roughly mean: "In the heavens above and earth below, nothing surpasses Buddha; in all the worlds in all directions, nothing compares to Buddha. I, Buddha, see all that happens in the world; there is nothing, no one as magnificent as Buddha."
The silver-haired woman beside him chuckled, teasingly asking, "Oh? Does Master have any opinions?"
"As far as I know, these are the profound words left in this world by the Immortal Buddha before his passing. Of the Four Sacred Lands of Buddhism in the entire Twenty-One Provinces, this is the only one with such an inscription."
The white-haired man sighed, remarking, "I don't really have an opinion, but the Buddha Gate's tone is a bit too grandiose." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"It's better for people to be low-key. Even I wouldn't dare speak such words."
"..."
The white-haired man's words were not discreet, and the surrounding cultivators all stared strangely at this man who spoke so audaciously.
Although the man's face seemed somewhat familiar, they couldn't discern his cultivation level at all. Moreover, to say such things right in front of the Buddha Gate inevitably seemed like an attempt to discredit them.
The old man heard the man's words and chuckled, shaking his head slightly.
Mount A'Zu's Jinzu Court, one of the Four Sacred Lands of Buddhism in the Twenty-One Provinces, boasted a lineage spanning tens of thousands of years. Under the ubiquitous Buddhist light, it was said that even the ancient Cataclysm of Ten Thousand Clans had hardly eroded it, not to mention the countless eminent monks who had passed away here, leaving behind their sarira. Perhaps there are those in the world qualified to call the Buddha Gate arrogant, but this man before me is certainly not one of them. Young people often speak without understanding their limits. Or perhaps he's just a young master from some prominent family or sect, here to visit the King of Zhenbei, and is merely making a careless joke while looking at this stele? Don't all young people have their arrogant moments? Just look at these two disciples of mine behind me.
However, amidst the fervent discussions of the surrounding cultivators, the pair—whether husband and wife or master and disciple, it was unclear—did not slink away in disgrace. The white-haired man, in particular, showed no sign of embarrassment or awkwardness, as if he had been perfectly serious in what he said.
The old man looked somewhat surprised and, with a hint of curiosity, stepped forward, asking, "This young brother looks somewhat familiar."
"May I ask who your master is?"
Su Bei sized up the old man before him, then glanced at the two men behind him. They stood with their hands clasped behind their heads, looking utterly bored. Su Bei raised an eyebrow and then smiled, saying, "I am An Nan, from the Snow State Red Dust Sect. This is my disci—"
Just as he was about to say "disciple," he felt a sharp pinch on the soft flesh of his waist. Su Bei's expression stiffened for a moment, then he forced a laugh and said, "—my wife, who journeyed here with me on foot from Snow State."
"And you, old sir, are...?"
The old man squinted, smiling as he replied, "This old one is surnamed Zuo, with the given name Quan. I am a Loose Cultivator from West State."
"These two are my disciples. I brought them here this time to broaden their horizons, HAHAHA..."
"I find you rather familiar-looking, young brother. Would you do me the honor of touring this Jinzu Court together?"
Su Bei exchanged a look with Mo Li, then cheerfully agreed to the old man's request.
The old man was quite amiable and talkative. Though from West State, he was well-versed in the culture of the central regions of the Twenty-One Provinces. According to him, he had once spent some time in these inner lands, encountering many scholars and fascinating stories. Hearing that the King of Zhenbei was hosting a banquet at Jinzu Court, he had specially brought his two disciples to join in the excitement.
The two disciples following the old man looked at Su Bei with considerable disdain, but their gazes turned eager when they looked at Mo Li.
The thought that such a rare, peerless beauty was already married made them view this white-haired man, who seemed to possess no cultivation whatsoever, with even greater displeasure.
The old man, however, squinted, observing the changes in Su Bei's expression.
The animosity of his two disciples was so obvious that anyone but a fool could see it. Yet, this young man seemed utterly unfazed, continuing to chat and laugh with ease, his bearing calm and dignified. There were only two possibilities. Either this young man had already reached a state of serene detachment, or he was exceptionally skilled at concealing his feelings. Either way, it was enough to show he was extraordinary, making the old man even more curious about his identity.
Of course, if he could have heard their internal voice transmission, he might have thought differently...
Mo Li: "Master, those two men are disgusting. Can I kill them?"
Su Bei: "This old fellow isn't simple. I observe no Qi within his Dantian; he's most likely a Wilderness Cultivator, perhaps even an ancestral figure among them. Look at his temples; they're practically bulging."
Mo Li: "HEHE. So that's how it is. Can I kill them then?"
Su Bei: "It's not that I look down on you, but you genuinely might not be able to defeat those two. If their cultivation were measured by the standards of the Twenty-One Provinces, they'd likely be at the initial stage of Dao Integration."
Mo Li: "Oh? You think I can't take care of them, Master?"
Su Bei: "I want to interact with this old man a bit, learn more about Wilderness Cultivation. You keep a low profile and don't cause trouble for me..."
Mo Li: "..."
