CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 73: HEARTBREAK IS THAT BIG!

The protagonist looked at the girl’s face and was slightly dazed.

This woman wasn’t one of those stunning beauties.

Each of her facial features was quite ordinary on their own, but combined, they instantly produced a miraculous beauty.

Her eyebrows and eyes were lifted, exuding an indescribable heroic spirit. Her mouth was always smiling, looking lively and cheerful, enthusiastic and bright.

A silver belt was tied around her waist, with a nine-section whip hanging on the left side and a delicately crafted crocodile-skin short sword on the right.

The whole person appeared vigorous and extraordinary!

The protagonist stared dazedly at the woman, not because she was beautiful, but because she seemed very familiar.

He curiously asked, "Benevolent one, have we met somewhere?"

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly upon hearing this and displayed a half-smiling expression.

"Nowadays, even monks are starting to chat up girls?"

"Sinful, sinful!"

The protagonist pressed his palms together and apologized repeatedly, "Benevolent one, the young monk did not mean that."

The woman giggled and waved her hand casually, as if not bothered, looking carefree and relaxed.

The protagonist immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Having had the experience with Su Qianqian before, he now had a shadow when dealing with women.

Fortunately, this woman was not picky about minor matters.

Otherwise, if she was like Su Qianqian, entangled with him again.

He really would be at a loss for even tears!

The woman looked at the protagonist trapped in the Monument Forest and asked, "Little monk, are you trapped inside?"

Upon hearing this, the protagonist hurriedly said, "Benevolent one, be careful. There’s an array in this Monument Forest. If you accidentally enter it, you’ll be trapped inside, and it will be hard to get out again!"

The woman unexpectedly looked at the protagonist and said, "You, monk, though you are lascivious, are quite nice!"

The protagonist’s face froze instantly, "Amitabha! Benevolent one, the young monk isn’t..."

The woman raised her hand to interrupt him, dismissively saying, "Alright, alright, everything you said is correct! It’s fine if you, monk, are lascivious, but you’re so noisy, deafening!"

The protagonist was instantly at a loss for words.

He hadn’t said anything yet, so how was he noisy?

Also!

He explained that he didn’t mean it like that.

Why still call him a flirtatious monk?

"Amitabha!"

The protagonist made up his mind never to speak to women again.

He just didn’t believe it.

If he didn’t speak, would the other party still find trouble for him?

The woman looked at the protagonist and clicked her tongue twice, "See? You have nothing to say!"

Protagonist: "..."

He took a deep breath and turned back to continue walking into the Monument Forest.

Even if he was trapped dead here today, he wouldn’t listen to this woman’s words anymore.

"You’re going the wrong way!" The woman reminded from outside the Monument Forest.

"The path you’re taking is the dead end; you will remain trapped even if you walk until you die!"

"Listen to me, move three steps laterally to the left, then retreat two steps, and move forward one step. That’s how you will leave the maze!"

The protagonist stood still, not wanting to move yet not move.

He had already decided not to listen to the woman’s words anymore.

But he really wanted to get out of the maze.

Just at the moment he was hesitating, the old monk suddenly spoke.

"Little monk, what the lady said is true. The steps she’s teaching are indeed the technique for breaking the array!"

Protagonist: "..."

Phew!

The protagonist’s expression changed for a moment, then he turned as the woman instructed: left turn, retreat, advance.

And indeed.

After a few steps, the protagonist’s vision brightened, and the piercing ghostly cries stopped.

"Really walked out?"

The protagonist turned back, looking at the woman in surprise, "Benevolent one, have you come across this array before?"

The woman shook her head, "No, this is my first visit! I discovered this place from an ancient book, and just came over, seeing you were already here."

The protagonist curiously asked, "Since you haven’t seen it, how could you break the array so quickly?"

The woman blinked and asked in puzzlement, "Isn’t it just a simple maze? Is it hard to break?"

Protagonist: "..."

Old Monk: "..."

In this moment, the silence was deafening.

The protagonist pressed his palms together and deeply bowed to the woman, "The young monk Fajing thanks the benevolent one’s help! May I know your honored name, and I shall repay this kindness in the future!"

"My name is Linglong." The woman said casually.

The male protagonist bowed again, solemnly saying, "Thank you, Linglong benefactor."

Linglong responded with a smile, her gaze looking toward the depths of the Monument Forest.

She asked the male protagonist, "Little monk, how did you find this place? I accidentally discovered an ancient text, then consulted a lot of information, and finally pinpointed the location here. I thought I was the only one who could find it, but you arrived before me. Do you also have that ancient text in your hand?"

The male protagonist noticed that Linglong was about the same age as him, but she kept calling him "little monk," which made him quite uncomfortable.

However, since the other had saved him, he felt embarrassed to correct her and could only reluctantly accept it.

The male protagonist replied, "To answer the benefactor’s question, this humble monk does not have the ancient text. I found this place by the guidance of a senior."

Linglong nodded, her eyes scanning the male protagonist, and suddenly pointed at the ancient ring on his hand, asking, "Is the senior you mentioned the one inside the ring in your hand?"

The male protagonist’s expression immediately changed upon hearing this, and he instinctively said, "How do you know?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, his face changed again.

Wasn’t that an indirect admission!

Sure enough.

Linglong laughed immediately upon hearing the male protagonist’s words, as pleased as a little fox successfully stealing a chick under the watchful eyes of the mother hen!

"I didn’t know at first, but now I do!"

Linglong pointed at the ancient ring, smiling, "The main material for making that ring has a special magnetism that can accommodate and nurture souls, therefore it’s also known as the ’Yin Soul Stone.’"

"This type of stone is common in many major families, though it’s usually used as a spiritual tablet. I wonder who had the quirky idea to make it into a ring."

"Wearing the ring so brazenly on your hand is like carrying a spiritual tablet out in the open; it’s hard for others not to notice!"

"It seems that not only are you inexperienced, but the residual soul inside the ring hasn’t seen much of the world either. Otherwise, it would have surely advised you to put the ring away!"

Male protagonist: "..."

He suddenly remembered when he was attacked by the Eldest Prince Zhao Mian on his way back from the Capital City to West Mountain Temple.

In the end, Zhao Mian couldn’t take his life, so he snatched this ring instead.

He had thought it was a coincidence before.

Now it seemed, the Eldest Prince must have noticed something unusual about the ring, which was why he tried to seize it.

The male protagonist thought about West Mountain Temple again.

He had always worn this ring in the temple, and many monks there had seen it.

The male protagonist couldn’t believe that such a large West Mountain Temple would have no one who knew about the Yin Soul Stone.

But nobody ever questioned him about it.

It was as if they pretended the matter didn’t exist!

What were the Abbot and elders of the temple thinking?

Had they known all along that the old monk’s residual soul in the ring was from the Arhat Temple!

What were they planning?

Did they want to probe the secrets of the Arhat Temple from the Arhat Ancestor Master?

For a moment, the male protagonist felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

No wonder!

No wonder no one from West Mountain Temple came to his aid when he was in trouble.

Turns out, the Abbot and elders no longer regarded him as Buddha’s Son!

The male protagonist couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

When did all this start?

From the moment he obtained the ring?

The male protagonist suddenly understood what the Eldest Prince Zhao Mian had said before.

Zhao Mian said West Mountain Temple and Arhat Temple were mortal enemies.

With the residual soul of the old monk from the Arhat Temple by his side, West Mountain Temple would definitely not tolerate him!

The male protagonist had thought he hid his secret well and didn’t pay much attention to Zhao Mian’s words.

Now it seemed that the people of West Mountain Temple had long prepared to deal with him!

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist broke out in a cold sweat, his face turning red and then green.

The cold sweat was because of fear.

If not for their desire to explore the secrets of the Arhat Temple, West Mountain Temple might have cleaned house long ago.

His changing expression was because he felt shame.

The male protagonist thought no one knew his secret and was always smug, believing he was the chosen one.

Yet unexpectedly.

It wasn’t him taking others for fools.

But everyone playing the fool for him!

The male protagonist felt as if his whole body were crawling with ants, unbearably uncomfortable, embarrassed to the point his toes almost bore a hole in the ground!

This time he was truly defenseless!

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