I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

The Illusionary Spirit Grass was easy to find, but the spirit beast guarding it was not so easy to deal with. On this day, the four of them split up and marked the places where the Illusionary Spirit Grass was found, planning to go and retrieve it together the next day.

"Master, that person has woken up."

As dusk fell, the four of them reunited at the same spot. Tian Yige inadvertently thought of the little monk, got up and went for a stroll, then returned and told Chu Chenmu.

"Who is it?" Su Chengdian, holding his sword in one hand, turned around upon hearing this.

Tian Yige raised her delicate chin and pointed in a direction.

“You and your junior brother left early today. After you two separated, a monk escaped from the core area and fainted. He’s over there.”

"Let's go and see it together."

Chu Chenmu got up and went over there. This person hadn't left even though he was awake. Maybe there was something inconvenient about him. He had already helped him during the day, so he might as well help him to the end.

Half an hour ago.

The young monk inside the barrier seemed to sense the pain in his wound. He frowned, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes. The instant he regained consciousness, he nimbly rolled over and got up from the ground, cautiously looking around. Only after confirming there was no danger did he relax.

He glanced at his treated wounds and the cloak beneath him, noticing the complete stillness of the wind, and realized he had been rescued. He wondered where his benefactor had gone, but if given the chance, he would repay this debt with his life.

However, healing was the priority at the moment, so he sat cross-legged and began to regulate his internal energy.

Just then, he heard footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes and saw a girl glance at him from afar before turning away.

Did she save him?

Why not show yourself, and just take a look at yourself from afar?

Then came the sound of footsteps. Looking up, I saw that the girl had turned back to call her companion.

The young monk stood up, without leaving the barrier, clasped his hands together, and waited for his benefactor in the same spot.

“Amitabha. This humble monk, Huaisu, thanks you all for saving my life. I will remember this kindness and repay you in the future.”

He was handsome and dashing, with a dignified appearance. His teeth were like jade pendants, and his eyebrows were like curved bows.

"The male protagonist's appearance and ascetic temperament usually lead to him being drawn into the mortal world by a woman in novels, resulting in a dilemma and ultimately a tragic ending."

Chu Chenmu was marveling at how much more handsome this person was when awake than when unconscious, when he exchanged a glance with Huaisu and discovered a pair of golden eyes!

Chu Chenmu had specifically learned about this after arriving in Zhenzhou. The current Buddhist disciple of the Brahma Sound Pavilion was born with golden eyes. It was rumored that he was destined to be with the true Buddha. He was born with golden light, which attracted the strange phenomenon of Brahma sound lingering in the air. This shocked the abbot of the Brahma Sound Pavilion, who personally came down to rescue him. At the age of three, the abbot brought the Buddhist disciple into the Brahma Sound Pavilion and personally taught him.

"Are you a disciple of the Brahma Sound Pavilion?"

Huaisu then realized that the illusion he had created for his eyes had failed due to his serious injury. He quickly made a hand seal, and when he looked up, his eyes turned black again.

Then he put his hands together again, bowed slightly, and said:

“This humble monk had no intention of concealing the fact that I have a golden eye mark, but it is too obvious, so I have covered it up. I would also appreciate it if you could keep this a secret.”

Huaisu did not deny that he was indeed a Buddhist disciple.

Chu Chenmu didn't want to pry too much into the other person's identity. "Have your injuries improved? If you need anything, please let me know."

"Thank you very much. May I ask how I should address you?"

"Chu Chenmu, these three are my disciples: Tian Yige, Su Chengdian, and Luo Suichen."

"So it is Venerable Xuanxiao of the Wuji Sect. I was mistaken."

Chu Chenmu was at a loss for words whenever someone praised him. He smiled awkwardly, nodded, then found a place to sit down nearby and ended the conversation.