The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1541 - 748 Master Falls Off the Horse (First Update)

The monk executed this move when the timing was perfect, sealing off all of Taoist priest Qingfeng’s possible escapes before unleashing his deadly assault.

It was supposed to be foolproof.

But the nightmare-like cry of ’Master’ came out, and his Qi circulation reversed!

He hung in the air momentarily before his body suddenly stopped responding, tumbling down and crashing to the ground with a thud!

He face-planted with a full body sprawl!

Damn kid, did you have to screw your master over like that...

This pose was rather unseemly, so he hurriedly scrambled to his feet.

But just as he propped himself up on his forearms, Taoist priest Qingfeng delivered a heavy punch that hit him squarely in the face.

He was sent flying on the spot—

Damn kid, you really did screw your master over—

But getting knocked away was good, too; it was a chance to slip away!

The monk didn’t turn back to fight Taoist priest Qingfeng, but instead used the momentum to jump onto a nearby rooftop and, with a leap, disappeared into the boundless night.

The monk put forth the effort of someone rushing to reincarnate, pushing his light-body skill to the limit and leaving that eerie, bizarre alleyway far behind.

He ran as if he hated to take another breath, and finally stopped at a deserted street corner, having covered what felt like eight hundred miles.

Fighting battles had never left him this exhausted.

"Huff~huff~huff~"

One arm braced against a wall corner, he slightly propped up his body, while the other hand grabbed his robe, flapping it to create a breeze.

"I finally shook them off... That little demon is terrifying..."

He leaned his whole body against the wall, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

Suddenly, a shadow elongated by the moonlight quietly approached, casting an ominous silhouette by his feet.

The owner of the shadow raised a devilish hand.

A surge of alertness rose in his heart, and he swiftly turned around.

Huh?

No one?

"Master!"

The little devil popped out from behind him.

His body stiffened once again.

The little devil darted around to face him, lifting her little head and adorably saying, "Master, it really is you!"

The monk felt like crying without tears.

Why haven’t I shaken you off despite running so far?

How did you catch up to me!

There’s something in this world called a shortcut.

The monk looked at the innocently-faced little Jingkong and then at Gu Jiao, who was standing not far away, stroking her chin thoughtfully and looking at him, as a bolt of realization struck him.

Jingkong excitedly said, "Master, Master, Master! Why are you in Shengdu? Are you here to find me? Did you read the letters I wrote you? Why do you never write back? Did the abbot return to the temple? How are Jing Fan, Jingshan, and Jingxin? Do my older brothers miss me?"

Jingkong chattered on incessantly, turning into a little chatterbox in a second.

Tell a joke, the monks in the entire temple can’t chant sutras louder than him.

The monk, feeling beyond consolation, thought: I’ll answer you, just let me get a word in edgewise!

"Master, Master! Let me introduce you to Jiaojiao!" Jingkong couldn’t wait to introduce her master to Jiaojiao.

Gu Jiao approached and stood beside them, tilting her head to glance at the handsome monk, and said with narrowed eyes, "So you’re that old man with the white beard."

The monk was utterly confused, "What old man with a white beard?"

Gu Jiao turned to the little one: "Jingkong, didn’t you say your master was an old man?"

Jingkong replied seriously, "Right! I’m a little one, so isn’t my master the old one? He said so himself!"

"If you won’t do it, should this old man do it instead?"

Jingkong mimicked perfectly.

The monk, who always found excuses to make his disciple do work to avoid doing it himself: "..."

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and made a Buddhist greeting with one hand, "Amitabha, this humble monk’s name is Liao Chen."

Gu Jiao: "Hehe."

...

Meanwhile, Xiao Hen encountered Taoist priest Qingfeng.

He recognized him as the young Taoist priest who had saved him on the avenue before, but because there was no portrait of Qingfeng in the Book Pavilion of the National Master Hall, Xiao Hen did not know his true identity.

Xiao Hen greeted him, "Taoist priest."

Taoist priest Qingfeng glanced at Xiao Hen, gave a slight nod, and walked away.

Xiao Hen: "..."

Xiao Hen watched the retreating figure of Taoist priest Qingfeng and mused, "It seems he doesn’t remember me."

One who doesn’t dwell on good deeds, truly a noble Taoist priest.

...

Xiao Hen waited at the alley entrance for a while until Gu Jiao, leading little Jingkong, approached. Jingkong was hopping and skipping more joyously than when they had set out.

Following behind the two was the young monk who had just exchanged blows with the young Taoist priest.

Adorned in a gray monk’s robe, he was tall and had an exquisite appearance, with a Buddha Bead firmly held in his right hand.