The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

Inside the car, Ying Ni glanced at Xiao Chen's striking red hair with obvious disdain. She couldn't stand it. In this world of immortal cultivation, where appearance is prized, he had such a striking hair color. Cultivators purify themselves through practice, and even those without stunning looks exude a unique and admirable aura. However, Xiao Chen's red hair stood out, as if silently challenging the rules of this world.

"Sister, this is the punishment for losing the bet I made with Qi Wu and the others." Xiao Chen stroked his hair gently, explaining with a shy smile, "A man should abide by his promises." His words revealed a sense of helplessness, yet also a touch of self-mockery. If anyone in the underworld saw this, they would probably be astonished. After all, when had Xiao Sanye, a well-known figure in both the black and white circles of Beijing, ever shown such a shy side? He had always been known for his ruthlessness and brutality, but now he showed such a soft side in front of Ying Ni, which was truly unbelievable.

"Okay, have you prepared all the information I need?" Ying Li noticed that Xiao Chen seemed to have sensed the disdain in her eyes, so she quickly changed the subject and started asking about business.

"Sister, I spent a lot of effort to collect this information, and it's all here." Xiao Chen said as he took out all the documents he had worked so hard to obtain from the back seat of the car.

Ying Ni took the information and began to read it carefully page by page, not missing any details.

"Sister, regarding this Le Tong, he is the abbot of Mount Putuo. It is difficult for ordinary people to have the opportunity to meet him. Only those who are predestined as they say can see him. Before, Hua Hudie's mother was obsessed with worshiping Buddha and spent a lot of money to meet him, but was rejected." Xiao Chen was looking at the scenery outside the car window and saw Ying Li reading the information carefully. He remembered the gossip about Hua Hudie's family some time ago and couldn't help but interrupt.

After carefully reviewing all the information, Ying Ni had already formed a general understanding of Liao Tong's background and origins. Now, she was just waiting to meet him to further confirm her guess.

Soon, they finally arrived at the scenic Putuo Mountain. Standing at the foot of the mountain, Ying Ni gazed up at this sacred Buddhist site, a bustling scene of people. She couldn't help but wonder: This old monk must be incredibly well-regarded and popular here.

"Let's go, let's keep moving forward." Ying Li turned and said to Xiao Chen.

"Let's go... Sister, do we really have to walk up step by step?" Xiao Chen looked at the top of the mountain that soared into the clouds, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he seemed a little hesitant about this idea.

"Then I'll walk up by myself, and you take the cable car." Ying Li looked at Xiao Chen's figure, as if assessing his physical condition.

"Then I'd better accompany you. If my mother knew that I let you walk up the mountain alone, I would definitely get a beating when I get home." Xiao Chen smiled helplessly, obviously worried about his mother's strictness.

Ying Ni climbed all the way up the mountain. For someone like her who had trained physically, this height was naturally no problem. However, Xiao Chen was different. Although he had some training, he was obviously not comparable to Ying Ni.

“Huh~Huh~”

"Sister...sister, I...I can't...take it anymore..." Xiao Chen sat on a stone pier beside the road, panting and breathing heavily. Sweat flowed from head to toe, and he looked exhausted.

Ying Ni glanced at Xiao Chen and saw that he had indeed reached his limit, so she agreed to rest on the side of the road. She knew that continuing to force his way up the mountain would only make Xiao Chen more tired and might even cause harm to his body. So, she decided to stop temporarily to give Xiao Chen time to recover.

Just as Xiao Chen was on the verge of collapse, they finally saw the temple gate. As soon as they arrived in front of the temple, a monk came forward, clasped his hands together, and said devoutly: "Amitabha, are you the donor Ying?"

"Yes," Ying Ni replied without surprise. If the old monk didn't even have this much skill, Fahua Temple would have long since vanished into the dust of history.

She turned to Xiao Chen and said, "Xiao San, go to the temple and rest for a while and wait for me to come back."

"Okay." Xiao Chen nodded quickly. He knew that what he needed most now was rest.

Ying Ni followed the monk through the temple courtyard and came to the deepest part of Putuo Temple, where they stopped in front of a door.

The monk stopped and said respectfully, "Donor, please go in alone." Ying Xi took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked into the meditation room.

Inside the meditation room, an old monk sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and said with a smile, "Amitabha, you are here!"

Liao Tong and Ying Ni sat opposite each other. There was an atmosphere of silence between them. They were silent to each other, as if they were engaged in a silent contest.

Time passed quietly. After a long time, Le Tong finally put down the teacup in his hand and broke the silence with a soft voice: "My friend Qingyun, how are you? How has everything been recently?" There was a hint of concern in his voice, as if he really cared about the other person's recent situation.

When Ying Li heard this, she just sneered and asked, "Good? Do you think my current situation can be called good?" Her tone was full of sarcasm and dissatisfaction, and she obviously disdained Tong's question.

When Le Tong heard Ying Ni's sarcasm, he frowned slightly and turned the rosary in his hand more frequently. He seemed to be thinking about something and muttering to himself, as if looking for an answer to solve the problem.

Ying Ni was tired of the Buddhist hypocrisy and she interrupted Tong impatiently: "Master Liaotong, if you have something important to say, please speak frankly and there is no need to beat around the bush." ​​There was a hint of impatience in her words, and she was obviously fed up with this roundabout way of communication.

She had long been fed up with Buddhist rhetoric like "monks don't lie" and "secrets of heaven can't be revealed." Back in the world of immortal cultivation, she'd listened to Monk Wuchen's daily nagging until her ears were practically callused. She was tired of the endless preaching and mystique, and simply wished Letong would be forthright about his purpose.

Liao Tong knew Ying Ni's temperament well; he was fully aware of her personality and abilities. After all, she was not only his most prized student, but also a gifted Buddhist disciple. This disciple had previously suffered defeat at the hands of Ying Ni, a testament to her immense strength. Furthermore, Liao Tong's own fellow cultivators of Ying Ni's time had also been defeated by her, further underscoring her formidable strength.

Furthermore, Liao Tong was originally just a spirit that accidentally drifted to this world, reborn as a human through reincarnation. He knew full well that his starting point was humble, and his achievements today were entirely due to his own hard work and chance. His ability to reconnect with his true self was also due to the disruption of space and time caused by the little girl's recent disappearance. All of this filled Liao Tong with awe for Ying Li.

He took a deep breath and said seriously, "He wishes to meet you."

Ying Xuan nodded gently, indicating that she understood the other party's meaning. "So, how does He intend to meet with me? I remember that the Way of Heaven cannot interfere with anything in the world."