The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1542: Master Falls from the Horse ( - 748) - Part 2

Chapter 1542: Master Falls from the Horse (Chapter 748) - Part 2

At this moment, he looked like a compassionate monk, but during the fight, he resembled a great demon brimming with murderous intent.

The three stopped in front of Xiao Hen.

Gu Jiao said to little Jingkong, "Let me introduce your brother-in-law to you."

Little Jingkong uttered an "oh."

"Brother-in-law, this is my master Liao Chen."

"Master, this is my brother-in-law Xiao Hen."

Introducing Xiao Hen’s real identity was with Gu Jiao’s consent.

When Gu Jiao was speaking to Liao Chen a moment ago, she also used her original voice; it was only because there were more people on the avenue now that she switched back to her youthful tone.

Xiao Hen already had some mental preparation, and he greeted politely, "Master Liao Chen."

Liao Chen performed a Buddhist salute with proper form, "Patron Xiao."

It was not the place for talking at the street corner, just then, there happened to be a dumpling stall nearby. Little Jingkong stared at the stall, drooling, so they decided to sit there for a while.

"A bowl of dumpling skins," Gu Jiao told the owner.

The owner was stunned, having never met anyone who came to eat just the dumpling skins in all his years of vending.

Gu Jiao continued, "Cook them in clear water."

Owner: "Ah."

Neither Gu Jiao nor Xiao Hen was hungry.

Gu Jiao looked towards Liao Chen, "Master Liao Chen, what kind of filling would you like?"

Xiao Hen gave Gu Jiao a peculiar look, dumplings all have meat fillings, right? They aren’t like sweet dumplings.

Liao Chen smiled gently, "Cabbage and pork filling."

Gu Jiao said to the owner, "One bowl of cabbage and pork dumplings, make it a large one."

The owner, looking at the monk in front of him, was even more baffled.

The group sat down at a small, square table.

Little Jingkong wanted to sit next to Gu Jiao, so they sat on one side together.

Xiao Hen and Liao Chen sat on the opposite sides, facing each other.

The owner boiled a bowl of dumpling skins in clear water and brought them over; Gu Jiao drained most of the broth, leaving less than a third, mixed it with vegetable oil, vinegar, and a bit of pickled vegetables, and handed it to little Jingkong.

Little Jingkong began gobbling down with gusto.

Liao Chen smiled and said, "Patron Gu, you take good care of Jingkong."

The kind that comes from the heart.

No wonder the little guy wasn’t sent back.

Gu Jiao responded indifferently, "It’s okay."

Xiao Hen gave Gu Jiao an odd look, did the monk offend Jiaojiao?

Xiao Hen thought it over carefully, Jiaojiao had allowed Jingkong to introduce their real identities, which meant the other party was considered one of their own.

So it must have been a minor transgression.

Xiao Hen continued politely, "By the way, Master Liao Chen, may I ask if there is any feud or misunderstanding between you and that Taoist priest we just met?"

Liao Chen smiled with a glint in his eye, "You mean that bull-nosed Qingfeng?"

"Qingfeng?" Xiao Hen felt he had heard the name before.

Gu Jiao said, "He is Taoist Qingfeng from the Geng Family, the elder brother of Geng Wuxiu."

With that, Xiao Hen remembered, "He’s the 26-year-old martial arts prodigy who managed to defeat Han Ye, the young master known for his skill."

Han Ye was known as the number one master among his peers, but that was only because Taoist Qingfeng had not descended the mountain. Add to that the Han Family’s knack for boastful promotion, even Han Ye himself came to believe the hype.

He truly thought he was the best.

Gu Jiao nodded, "That’s right, the very one. Why do you seem so concerned about him?"

It wasn’t like Xiao Hen to specially care about someone’s personal affairs, especially when he just met them, even if one was Jingkong’s master.

Xiao Hen said, "We’ve met once before. I tripped and fell on the avenue once, nearly got hit by a carriage. It was that Taoist priest who saved me."

"Is that so?" Gu Jiao looked over at Xiao Hen, she hadn’t heard him mention it before.

Xiao Hen nodded to Gu Jiao, "He didn’t leave his name at the time, and since I wasn’t injured, I didn’t mention it. I just went over to greet him, but he seemed to have forgotten me, perhaps he just doesn’t remember."

Liao Chen laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Gu Jiao asked curiously.

"He didn’t forget your husband, he never remembered him in the first place." Monk Liao Chen chuckled lightly, a pair of charming peach blossom eyes bending into a beautiful curve, "That Daoist with the cow nose... has face blindness."

...

"Brother!"

Around the corner, Geng Wuxiu, who had been eagerly waiting at the intersection for a long while, finally saw his brother coming.

He quickly walked up and asked his brother, "Bro, was that person just now that stinky monk from back then?"

"Hmm, it was him," replied Taoist priest Qingfeng.

Geng Wuxiu, huffing with anger, said, "That guy even dares to come to Shengdu, isn’t he afraid our Geng Family will tear him apart!"

Taoist priest Qingfeng didn’t respond.

Thinking of something else, Geng Wuxiu asked again, "Bro, did you get the item back?"

"Item?" Gu Jiao looked at Liao Chen, "You mean you stole something from Taoist priest Qingfeng?"

"First of all, let me clarify, I didn’t steal his stuff," Liao Chen spread his hands, "That item wasn’t his."

Xiao Hen: "..."

Gu Jiao: "..."

Liao Chen sighed and said, "Alright, since you all want to know, I might as well tell you."

"Master, your dumplings."

The boss brought over a bowl of steaming-hot dumplings and placed it on the table.

Liao Chen picked up his chopsticks, took one and put it in his mouth, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face: "Tastes good. It’s nothing that remarkable, just a book."

The national book of Yan Country.

The incident dates back to a few years ago when Taoist priest Qingfeng went to borrow a book from the National Master Hall.

Prior to becoming a monk, Qingfeng was a student at the Jianan Academy, and his exceptional martial arts and magic talents caught the attention of the National Master.

However, due to the rule that the National Master Hall would never accept the sons of noble families as disciples, the two did not become master and disciple.

Later, when Qingfeng became a monk and a Taoist priest, the National Master still held him in high regard, even going so far as to lend him one of the national books of Yan Country, making an exception.

On his way back with the national book, he ran into Liao Chen.

Liao Chen took advantage of Qingfeng bathing in the mountain stream to stealthily take the book, and to prevent him from catching up, Liao Chen also specifically took his clothes.

Without clothes, Qingfeng had no choice but to sit in the water and wait, and even when night fell, no disciple passed by.

Thinking about it, it wasn’t strange since Qingfeng had chosen to bathe there precisely because he knew no disciples or villagers would ever come by.

Qingfeng couldn’t possibly spend his life in the water as a fish, so he had no choice but to climb up the mountain lightly.

He was skilled in lightfoot, as long as he flew fast enough, no one would be able to see him.

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Everything went smoothly, the monastery’s courtyard and the path were completely deserted.

But Qingfeng had forgotten that day was his birthday, and actually, not a single person in the monastery had rested; they knew Qingfeng’s return was today, so they all went to his courtyard and decided to surprise him when he came back.

To let him feel the warmth and care from his fellow disciples.

Thus, when Qingfeng passed all obstacles, trudged through mountains and rivers, and was scared out of his wits, finally able to fly back to his own courtyard, the long-waiting disciples lit the fireworks on the ground.

With a loud bang, the sky filled with fireworks, and Qingfeng hovered and danced amidst them.

The disciples of the monastery witnessed together a spectacle of divine light.

Even though Qingfeng turned around and left right away, not letting anyone get a clear view of his handsome face covered by his long hair.

None of the disciples suspected him.

Even though his height... resembled.

His figure... resembled.

The length of his hair, the aura that hit them in the face, the lightfoot that leaped over their heads... resembled, resembled, resembled!

All of it resembled!

But even if every single toe was identical, it absolutely couldn’t be their Baiyun Monastery’s purest and spotless Taoist priest Qingfeng!

It must be some shameless pervert who came to desecrate their Qingfeng!

They were very angry!

The consequences were very serious!

As a result, Baiyun Monastery issued a hefty bounty in Jianghu.

—With a picture, mind you.