Quick Wear: An honest man is always criticized for forced love

Shen Jun bowed back to the monk according to etiquette, then raised his head and asked the question in his mind: "Have we met somewhere before? You look familiar to me."

The monk smiled calmly and said, "I have seen you, the donor, but you may not have seen me."

Shen Jun felt it was strange but didn't say much. Just when he was about to tell the monk his purpose, he was stopped by the monk.

"Donor, if you are not in a hurry, could you please sit in the temple for a while?" The monk spoke in a soft tone, and his eyes were filled with a faint smile when he looked at Shen Jun. Shen Jun didn't know what to say for a moment, so he just nodded and followed the monk into the temple.

It was almost dawn, and the sky was gradually turning pale. Shen Jun followed the monk and walked slowly towards the temple in the morning light.

The young monks in the temple have already started their day's lessons, and the monks in charge of cleaning have also started working.

When everyone saw the monk, they all greeted him. Only then did Shen Jun realize that the monk was the abbot of the temple.

The abbot took Shen Jun to a side room and sat down. There was only a wooden table with peeling paint and a narrow and small wooden bed in the room. Even the tea set and teacups were brought out by the abbot.

By the time he finished making the tea, the sky outside, which was originally dim, had been completely illuminated by the rising sun.

Shen Jun took the tea from the abbot's hand and took a sip. It tasted a little bitter, but had a sweet aftertaste.

"Speaking of which, I think we have a connection." The abbot poured himself a cup of tea.

"Really? Unfortunately, my memory is a little bad. I really can't remember where I have seen you, Abbot. I hope you can forgive me."

The abbot was calm, "It doesn't matter whether I have seen him or not. I just need to remember you."

I don't know what kind of incense was lit in the house, but it smelled refreshing. Shen Jun sat there with the abbot and actually felt a sense of familiarity.

Maybe they had really met before, but Shen Jun just forgot.

"I heard that the marriage fortune-telling in your temple is very effective. I would like to ask the abbot to tell a fortune for one of my...friends." Shen Jun asked, holding the still hot teacup in his hand.

"Naturally."

Just as Shen Jun was about to ask the abbot to borrow some paper and pen, he heard the abbot slowly say, "No need. I have already calculated what you are asking for, Master Lin. You just don't remember it."

What he said was a bit confusing, and Shen Jun couldn't help but frown. The monk slowly poured him a cup of new tea, took a sip and then spoke again.

"The depth of fate is determined by human effort, apart from heaven's will. It all depends on whether you, the donor, are willing to let us meet and part. As for your... friend, in this life, his marriage is the same as yours, with you and him. There is fate, but no destiny."

Shen Jun listened and for a moment he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.

After a moment of silence, Shen Jun slowly nodded, "Thank you for your advice, Abbot, but I have another request."

The old monk looked at him with great interest and said, "Please tell me, benefactor."

"I've heard that there's a great monk in the temple who's good at carving. He recently made a sculpture of a nine-tailed fox. I want to buy that sculpture and enshrine it in the temple."

The abbot seemed to have expected him to say this, and said with a look of understanding, "Donor, if you are reluctant to leave, why bother to leave?"

After the abbot finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to Shen Jun. He just stood up and made a gesture of invitation to Shen Jun.

Shen Jun was brought by him to the sculpture of the nine-tailed fox, and Shen Jun stood in front of the fox.

Looking up, I saw that the fox's eyes were carved extremely lifelike, as if it was staring fixedly at the tiny creatures below its feet, with compassion and love.

Shen Jun slowly approached the fox. The abbot watched his movements, smiled faintly, then turned around and left quietly.

He placed his palm on the cold stone, slowly stroking the texture on it. The fox was carved very delicately, although it was not made of the finest spiritual stone.

But because of the excellent carving, the fox's fur seems to be real color and fluttering in the breeze, soft and lively.

Shen Jun lowered his hand and pulled out the sword at his side. It was a good sword that had not seen the light of day for a long time. As soon as it was unsheathed, it made a clanging sound and almost danced in Shen Jun's hands with excitement.

[Host! What are you doing?] 031's voice came into my mind, and the cold electronic sound was tinged with anxiety.

Shen Jun looked at the good sword in his hand and silently blocked out 031's voice in his mind.

The chest was cut by the sword and blood was flowing out. Shen Jun used his spiritual power to guide the blood to slowly fly into the body of the sculpture.

Only half a bowl of heart blood flowed into the fox sculpture and then disappeared into its chest, emitting only a faint red light, which was sealed by Shen Jun's spiritual power.

After doing all this, Shen Jun stopped to look at the statue for a few seconds, then left resolutely with his sword in hand.

A green figure quickly passed through the woods and mountains, and Shen Jun stopped in front of a stone wall.

A solid and stiff stone wall blocked the way ahead, but Shen Jun looked at it and walked towards it without hesitation.

A second before hitting the rock, the seemingly solid stone wall suddenly opened up like water, making way for Shen Jun.

As his figure gradually disappeared, the stone wall that had been moved away slowly closed and turned back into a solid stone wall.

Shen Jun was not in a hurry to leave. He just turned around and made a gesture to seal the stone wall again.

The cave was pitch black, often accompanied by gusts of cold wind.

Shenren just walked in the dark without using spiritual power to illuminate the way.

After staying in the darkness for a long time, I gradually got used to it. I was held in his hand, and the wound on my heart had stopped bleeding, but after all, it was a puncture in the flesh, and every step I took was still excruciatingly painful.

But Shen Jun's steps remained firm, until he passed a certain place, Shen Jun keenly discovered that there was a faint red light flashing not far away.

Although it was only a moment, Shen Jun's heart still rose to his throat.

He couldn't help but walk more carefully, holding the sword tightly, and walked slowly towards that place.

Before he reached the place where the red light flashed, a pair of hands suddenly appeared on his body.

Before Shen Jun could react, he was pulled by that hand into a hole on the side.

The sword was instantly unsheathed three-quarters of the way, a cold light flashed, and the hands that were holding him suddenly pushed him away as if in disgust.

Shen Jun was completely confused. The pitch-black environment made it difficult for him to see clearly, but from the few seconds of contact he had just made, he felt that the aura of this person was not Tan Zhi.

The sword has been unsheathed. Shen Jun raised his hand and looked at the person in front of him in the cold light emitted by the sword.

"Xu Chengye?" Shen Jun asked in surprise.

Xu Chengye still seemed to dislike Shen Jun. When he heard him calling his name, he only made a sound through his nose to indicate that he heard it.

"Why are you here? Where is Immortal Chenghua?" Shen Jun asked him in a low voice.

When Xu Chengye heard his master's name, a trace of pain flashed across his eyes. After a long while, he spoke: "What are you doing here? Are you planning to team up with your possessed master to kill us?"

Xu Chengye's tone was unkind, and Shen Jun was too lazy to argue with him, so he could only persuade him: "My master has gone astray, if he doesn't want to die, leave quickly."

After saying that, Shen Jun just took back his sword and turned around to look for the red light.

His arm was held by someone, and Xu Chengye's voice, with a hint of contempt, came: "Did your master practice some evil skill?"

Shen Jun turned around and looked at Xu Chengye. In the darkness, his eyes flashed with a strange, excited light.

"I saw it all. He sucked away all of my master's...spiritual power. My master just wanted to come and see...but, but my master just died like that." Xu Chengye spoke with a stutter and his sentence order was a little confused, but it was not because of fear.

Because Shen Jun saw endless greed in Xu Chengye's eyes, exactly the same as Tan Zhi's, crazy and greedy...

Shen Jun almost instantly understood why Cheng Hua and Xu Chengye disappeared together with Tan Zhi. It was not because Tan Zhi kidnapped them.

Instead, when the master and disciple saw that Tan Zhi could actually absorb the spiritual power of others, they instantly became greedy and wanted to follow Tan Zhi to see how he practiced. However, it seems that Tan Zhi has already paid the price for his greed.

Upon hearing this, Shen Jun's brows furrowed almost instantly, and he heavily brushed away the hand that was holding him, as if he felt dirty if he was held by him for one more second.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you want to live, leave quickly. Tan Zhi's practice is not the right way, and he will eventually suffer backlash." After Shen Jun finished speaking, he walked towards the red light.

Seeing this, Xu Chengye felt that Shen Jun wanted to keep the secret technique for himself, and the expression on his face suddenly became ferocious in the dark.

Shen Jun naturally didn't know what Xu Chengye was thinking. His eyebrows couldn't stop twitching wildly. He was enveloped by an uneasy emotion and Shen Jun couldn't help but quicken his pace.

A familiar and complex aura of spiritual energy emanated, and Shen Jun almost instantly confirmed that it was Tan Zhi.

After taking two more steps, Shen Jun suddenly stopped where he was.

After silently reciting a string of spells in his mind, Shen Jun started walking forward again.

On the other side, in Qingyue Mountain, Qi Qingchuan's spiritual power instantly dissipated, his dark brown pupils suddenly shrank, and a white figure instantly disappeared from the spot.