The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 363 - 360: I’m So Pitiful

"Young monk, where is the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship?"

The little monk pressed his palms together and bowed to Xin Lin and Huang Zhijun.

"Amitabha, to the two benefactors, the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship is not here, he has gone wandering and we do not know when he will return. He asked me to inform you both and hopes you can find your way back."

Upon hearing this, Xin Lin and Huang Zhijun were both somewhat disappointed.

This figure from Taichang Temple is notoriously elusive. When he is out, probably not even the deaf and mute old monks know his whereabouts.

Especially Xin Lin, who for a moment thought that the little monk before her was the minister himself.

Since the minister was not present, there was nothing Huang Zhijun and the others could do.

With a face full of gloom, she was carried out of Wanshi Mountain by several temple protectors.

"You little wretch, we’ll settle our score another day."

Before leaving, Huang Zhijun did not forget to fiercely glare at Xin Lin.

Xin Lin, clutching a thick stack of silver notes and the ancient bronze sword, was in high spirits and made a face at her.

Monk Jun found it strange that Xin Lin hadn’t left yet.

"Little benefactor, why haven’t you left?"

"Monk Jun, don’t you recognize me? It’s me, it’s me, we’ve met in Ping’an County?"

Xin Lin teased him with a playful expression on her face, winking as she drew closer to Monk Jun.

Monk Jun was taken aback.

Evidently, he was not accustomed to being addressed as "Monk Jun." He had never been called in such an irreverent manner since he could remember.

Those who met him would always act with utmost propriety, faces full of devout sincerity.

Although he knew he was quite good-looking.

Yet, tired of seeing those hypocritically polite faces, he didn’t dislike Xin Lin’s unconventional demeanor; in fact, he found it quite refreshing.

"I remember you, little benefactor. I trust you’ve been well since we last meet."

Monk Jun bowed again.

While Monk Jun was quite reclusive, this did not mean he was ignorant of worldly matters. In fact, he knew much more than many people outside.

The girl standing before him, who appeared so irreverent, was the most well-known figure in Purple Cloud City for the past month.

"We’re somewhat acquainted, so I want to ask you something."

Xin Lin held the heavy ancient bronze sword, her face full of curiosity.

"Please speak freely, little benefactor."

Monk Jun pondered for a moment, his eyes glancing at the ancient bronze sword in Xin Lin’s arms.

"I came to seek the minister to transcend this sword. What a pity he is not here. Little monk, could you introduce someone else to me?"

Xin Lin examined Monk Jun. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Little benefactor, this sword is no ordinary object; the average person cannot handle transcending it."

Monk Jun shook his head.

Improper transcending could result in what happened to Monk Qingyu earlier, being backfired by the sword.

"Monk Jun, you said it yourself, an average person can’t transcend it, so why not introduce me to someone extraordinary? Don’t worry, if you find someone to help me transcend it, I won’t tell anyone about your fighting incident."

Xin Lin winked at Monk Jun, her black eyes brimming with cleverness.

In a place such as Taichang Temple, where discipline is strict, fighting is a serious matter.

"I did not engage in a fight just now, I was the one being beaten," Monk Jun insisted earnestly.

Uh... Xin Lin was speechless.

Wasn’t it the case? The monk just stood there without moving a muscle, was it the people from Huang Residence who were foolish enough to walk right into trouble?

Xin Lin’s eyes rolled once more; if a direct approach wouldn’t work, then it’s time to try a softer tactic.

"If I can’t transcend this sword today, my father, myself, and a whole bunch of people who helped will have to sleep on the streets. Look, even the Tiger Back Ants in Zhongji Courtyard have trees to live in, while I will be so pitiful as to not even have a tile to shelter under."

As she spoke, Xin Lin sobbed heavily and did not forget to grab the clean sleeve of Monk Jun’s robe to wipe an eye corner that wasn’t even wet with tears.