Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

At the entrance to Jinzhen Temple, a low-key black minivan was parked quietly. The next second, the engine started, startling the chirping birds in the trees. Startled, the birds flapped their wings and flew away into the distance.

The vehicles gradually disappeared into the dense forest.

"Master? Why are we leaving Jinzhen Temple?" Bianling sat in the front of the back seat of the vehicle, looking at Huide, who had his eyes closed, with a puzzled expression.

He didn't look well. His long, dark hair was unbound, held back by a single hairpin, with most of it cascading down his back.

A hint of doubt flickered across his face as he spoke, and he seemed to be forcing himself to sit there.

And sitting next to him was Si Yan.

Si Yan lowered his head and remained silent.

Time passed by, second by second, and Huide remained silent.

Bianling stubbornly stared at the people behind her.

After a long while, sounds finally came from inside the car.

"Jinzhen Temple is no longer of much use."

Bianling was a little confused by Huide's nonchalant attitude. Jinzhen Temple was where his master had lived since he could remember, and the fact that he was giving it up so easily made Bianling feel a moment of bewilderment.

There were too many things he couldn't understand. What was the purpose of the Jinzhen Temple? What exactly was its purpose?

Isn't this Master's home?

Seeing that Hui De did not continue to answer, Bian Ling kept the questions she wanted to ask to herself tightly in her heart and did not say anything more.

"Bianling, there are some things you don't know that you don't need to know. Asking more or less won't make any difference to you."

Hui De sat cross-legged on the back seat, and the inertia of the car's speed did not cause his body to tremble in the slightest.

Bianling sat up straight and nodded slightly. "Yes, Master."

"Hmm." Hui De glanced at the silent Si Yan and continued in a deep voice, "Your younger brother is much more sensible than you."

These words were spoken calmly, and no one could discern Hui De's specific meaning.

Bian Ling's heart sank. She glanced at Si Yan, who was hanging his head, and explained, "Si Yan, maybe he's a little mischievous sometimes, but..."

"Let him say it himself."

Hui De raised his hand to interrupt.

Upon hearing this, Si Yan, who was sitting to the side, had a dark look in his eyes. When he looked up, he revealed a well-behaved smile. "Master Huide, this disciple does not know what specific matter Master is asking about?"

He wasn't Huide's true disciple, but he was nominally his disciple.

Therefore, I used my original name.

Hui De remained silent, and the air fell into a deathly stillness, broken only by the sound of vehicles driving by.

Bian Ling hesitated, wanting to defend Si Yan but not knowing what it was about. He stared at Si Yan with a sullen face and a strained posture.

"What exactly is it?"

Si Yan gritted his teeth before saying, "There's an extra invitation."

Bianling: "???"

Si Yan lowered his head. "I gave it to you."

Bian Ling's face grew increasingly gloomy. Just as he was about to continue teaching him a lesson, he realized that his master had not said anything.

Then he continued, "Who did you give it to?"

Si Yan honestly replied, "A good friend I made before."

Bian Ling's heart skipped a beat. "Could it be...? Could it be..."

Si Yan nodded affirmatively, "It's Miss Liang."

"Snapped--"

A resounding slap suddenly rang out inside the car.

Si Yan was slapped so hard he fell to the ground, which shows that he used spiritual power.

Immediately afterwards, Bian Ling knelt down on the ground.

“Master, my younger brother doesn’t quite understand the importance of the invitation. As for Jingli, he certainly doesn’t know that the other party is the murderer who killed Bianyi and Bianer. Please forgive him this time.”

Si Yan licked his cheek, knelt on the ground, and looked at his brother who was trying his best to explain, with an invisible fierceness hidden in his eyes.

The car was spacious, but the space became cramped the moment the two knelt down.

Hui De lifted his eyelids and glanced at Si Yan kneeling behind him.

"It's alright. It's not too much to ask."

Bian Ling didn't know why his master was so lenient with his younger brother. Without thinking too much, he immediately dragged Si Yan to the front and said, "Admit your mistake."

His voice was loud, but he was not in good health; he coughed a few times after speaking.

Si Yan sat up straight, like a child being scolded by his parents, trying to change the subject and move on from the incident.

“Master Huide, I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again.”

The act of yielding went smoothly, as if it had been cultivated over a long period of time.

Bian Ling turned her head and glanced at Si Yan, originally intending to continue to defend her younger brother and say some soft words to let Si Yan escape this punishment.

To Bianling's surprise, Huide did not criticize them too harshly, only saying, "Don't do it again."

The two returned to their seats, looking surprised.

They exchanged glances, Bian Ling puzzled, and Si Yan even more so.

This old monk is usually cunning and calculating, and he cannot tolerate the slightest disobedience from others. If someone makes a mistake, they will at least suffer physical pain. But he has simply turned the page on this matter easily.

He thought he would be punished for leaking the invitation, but he hasn't been.

The old monk's thoughts are becoming increasingly difficult to fathom.

Everyone knows that Monk Huide is the kindest person, but behind the scenes, he has a variety of ways to punish people.

"Thank you, Master!" Bianling kowtowed first, then turned to Siyan and said, "Why don't you thank your master?"

Si Yan also respectfully kowtowed, saying, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Master Huide."

Then he helped Bianling to her feet. Bianling shook off Siyan's outstretched hand and said in a deep voice, "Sit down! Don't do it again next time."

Si Yan nodded and obediently sat in his seat.

As soon as he sat down, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a blank expression, as if he were lost in thought.

Bianling looked exhausted, his mind filled with doubts and confusion. He glanced at his younger brother and sighed softly. He didn't understand what his master was thinking, and his younger brother seemed to have grown up and had his own thoughts.

He really didn't intentionally give the invitation to Miss Liang?

Or is there another purpose?

His master was his mentor, and his younger brother was his closest relative...

The two were preoccupied with their own thoughts and completely failed to notice the exchange of figures between Hui De, who was sitting steadily behind them.

It seemed as if the phantom image depicted a young man with a serious expression and sharp eyes. Then, in an instant, it transformed back into the elderly man.

The two elements shifted back and forth, their reflections shimmering on the window.

Hui De looked out the car window, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains.

The dry, wrinkled skin framed two eyes, and a faint light shone deep within them.

Jinzhen Temple is the culmination of his many years of hard work. The incense offering ceremony has been held for so many years, and finally, the person it was meant to meet has arrived.

Junior Sister Jingli, it's been many years. I wonder how you are doing now.

I hope you'll like what I left you...