Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 641 - 397: Washing Feet Delicately, The Story of Lin Zhengyi, Dare to Kill My Bear?_2

Beneath the light and shadows, the Daoist let out a heavy sigh.

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"Brother Lin, come with me."

To Lin Zhengyi's astonishment, Yi Chen led him to a stall selling masks and carefully chose a clown mask for him to wear.

Then, with effortless grace, the Heaven-Soaring Falcon led the disguised clown into Lin Zhengyi's long-desired Xianxian Tower.

At the entrance to the third floor, a brocade-clad strong man exuded an imposing aura. True Person Realm, nine levels of cultivation!

The great teapot's expression immediately showed reverence, and soon someone emerged to lead the two into a private room.

"Taoist Yi, what is this…"

"I am a monk, and my presence in this land of pleasure is solely for you, Brother Lin. It's truly a last resort, but what can I do since my ties with the Lin family are so profound."

"Brother Lin, go behind that screen. Don't ask or make any noise, just listen quietly."

In front of the screen, the brocade-clad strong man sat down pompously, took a sip of the green tea on the table, and then spoke in a deep voice:

"Bring in another batch!"

He spoke with great familiarity.

Before long, a charming young female cultivator with a round face stood before Yi Chen, and behind the screen, Lin Zhengyi finally saw his cherished beloved.

"Damn, she's barely five feet tall; Brother Lin, you've really applied some serious filters there."

With a twitch of his mouth, Yi Chen immediately displayed the peak aura of the True Person Realm and slapped a banknote of three thousand taels of silver on the counter.

Under his witty banter, the charming female cultivator named Xian'er soon revealed a new story that Lin Zhengyi had never heard.

"Senior, are you sure you don't need Xian'er to serve you?"

The female cultivator asked repeatedly, unwilling to accept the refusal, as a large hand grasped her fidgeting arm.

"Having a delightful conversation with a fairy-like you, old man Heaven-Soaring Falcon, I feel the chance for a breakthrough. Miss Xian'er, please step out. Take these five thousand taels as my reward to you," the brocade-clad strong man chuckled.

So they thought to take advantage of his World-Shaking Pure Yang with such vulgarity, not a chance.

If it were Daoist Lin Luo, he might give it some thought.

Upon hearing Yi Chen's words, the female cultivator's eyes lit up, "Senior, simply have someone summon Xian'er later. I am available all day today."

Just as she was about to leave the room, a light laugh came from behind her: "Miss Xian'er, you wield great charm. I saw a desolate young man outside earlier who was said to be head over heels for you, Miss Xian'er. Quite skillful, indeed."

The female cultivator smiled radiantly, turned back, and curtsied: "Xian'er prefers heroes like the senior here. Mr. Lin should open his eyes to the world. To me, it was nothing more than a normal chat with a patron."

"If Mr. Lin insists on misinterpreting, there's nothing I can do. I only regard him as an ordinary Daoist friend."

"My heart is moved by heroes such as the senior."

Facing the pinnacle of the True Person Realm, this Heaven-Soaring Falcon contemplating life-changing opportunities, the female cultivator, who was refining her essence into qi, suddenly lost all her reserve.

Upon their gazes meeting, she knew he was an old hand at this; feigning innocence before such a person would only leave her at a disadvantage.

"Miss Xian'er, I love to hear those words. Here's another two thousand taels for you to get ready. Come wash my feet later," the brocade-clad strong man laughed heartily, and another banknote flew towards the female cultivator.

As the door closed, a sudden thud came from behind the screen. Yi Chen knew someone's clown mask had fallen off.

He flashed over, instantly behind the screen, and patted Lin Zhengyi on the shoulder, sighing long, "Searching for true feelings veiled behind a door, Brother Lin is still too young. You really dared to believe it."

"Taoist..." Lin Zhengyi was heartbroken.

"It's okay. Who hasn't been young? Brother Lin, you've just experienced too little. In two words, naïve."

"Reminds me of an old friend who frequented such a pleasure den; the guests there would wear a badge on their wrists."

"One time, my friend met a female cultivator half-way there, with bright eyes and sweet smiles, so he chose her hourglass. They hit it off as if they were old friends long lost to one another."

"Perhaps it was the night's allure that made my friend's heart stir, so he asked the fairy if she had a partner. She shook her head."

"Brother Lin, guess what she said?"

"What did she say?" Lin Zhengyi was hooked by Yi Chen's story, and his heart suddenly felt less heavy.

Yi Chen wasn't playing coy and continued with a light chuckle,

"She said she had no Dao companion, but she would never choose someone who already had a token in hand as her Dao companion."

"My friend was heartbroken at the time. If he didn't have a token, he would have never met her, but because he had taken a token, he couldn't love her."

"So, you see, life is always full of regrets."

"Let's talk about that fairy girl. She just wanted to be the wife of a True Person. It didn't matter who the True Person was. She was only in her mid-twenties, with no background to speak of, and everything depended on herself. What was wrong with that?"

"If you take it seriously, you lose."

"Brother Lin, you are at a great time to be diligently cultivating. How could you get lost in the throes of love?"

Lin Zhengyi: "...."

Perhaps unable to save face, Lin Zhengyi couldn't help but change the subject, and out of curiosity, he asked, "Yi Taoist, what happened to your friend and that fairy afterward?"

"What happened afterward?" Yi Chen grinned and clapped his hands, and soon a green-turbaned teapot bearer bent over and came in with a full face of smiles.

"What can I do for you, senior?"

"Tell the person in charge that fairy girl from earlier gave me a really bad attitude. Bring in a different group."

The robust man in brocade clothes glanced at the young man and grinned.

"Brother Lin, later on, my friend couldn't make head or tail of it, so he went to speak to someone in charge and reported that fairy."

"Said her attitude was really bad ~ and then they replaced her with one who was more understanding."

"My friend later even became a True Monarch, with cultivation not inferior to mine and was even more handsome than most."

"So the moral of the story for you, Brother Lin, is this."

"Don't waste too much time on a problem you can't understand or solve."

"Life has too many incomprehensible issues. If that's the case, let go, switch to another one, and stop thinking about it, or you'll end up like you are now, with incomplete cultivation and a desolate life."

"This world has many things worth pursuing. Don't hang yourself on one tree, try hanging on several."

Yi Chen laughed heartily, patting Lin Zhengyi on the shoulder like an older brother.

"A flower that sits in a vase waiting to be sold, whether it blooms or withers, it's not something that the passing wind can decide. The only thing the passing wind can do is to leave a little extra tip and make a mark in her life."

"Daoist... Very true, it is justice embodied." The young man gave Yi Chen a deep bow.

Soon, two female cultivators came in to wash their feet.

Amidst the sound of water, the Daoist leaned back lazily on the headrest and said,

"Brother Lin, one must be clear-headed in life. A mountain is a mountain, and then again, it is not a mountain."

"It's like this foot washing. It's washing the feet, but it's not just about the feet."

"What's washed away is the dirt from walking in the human world."

"Daoist, one last question." After being consoled by Yi Chen and no longer obsessing over it, Lin Zhengyi finally relaxed with a smile, and laid down imitating Yi Chen's posture.

"Daoist, that friend you mentioned, was it you?"

"Scram! I'm crystal clear, Brother Lin, you can't just say anything." Yi Chen suddenly laughed and cursed, and the two exchanged a smile, both closing their eyes and comfortably beginning their footbath.

——

At night, Venus was still awake.

After leaving the Qiuxiao Tower, Yi Chen encountered an unexpected person on the way back, who lifted the brim of his hat, revealing himself to be Zhang Hu.

"Yi Taoist, a word, please."

In a dead-end alley, Yi Chen watched on the Liuying Jade as two grubs writhed incessantly inside the abandoned Bear Cave and could not help but become furious.

"Dammit, how dare they kill my bear?"

On the Liuying Jade, a pile of scattered bones in the distance was particularly eye-catching.