Chapter 5
Volume 1: Chapter 11 As Prophesized (2)
After the stubborn siblings had finally pried the gates open, both were once again left dumbfounded. There was only an ordinary courtyard before them, the paradise from before had completely vanished without a trace.
The two siblings searched every nook and cranny inside and outside the house, but there was no one to be seen. Everything from before seemed like just a dream, and Fatty Zhang had disappeared just like that. They didn’t even know where he went.
"Second Brother, Second Brother, where did you go&h.e.l.lip;" Lu Xuexin cried.
Miao Yi stood there, blaming himself for quite some time before noticing the red stone branches and gem leaves in his little sister’s hands. His spirits lifted, and he comforted Little Lu, "Little Sister, don’t cry. Little Brother has found a good master. He will be fine."
Big Brother’s words were always more reliable than Second Brother’s. She wiped away her tears and sobbed, "Big Brother, how do you know that?"
Miao Yi pointed to the red stone branches and gem leaves in her hands and explained, "If he really was a bad person, he wouldn’t have given up this other immortal herb."
There was some sense to his words, so she asked again, "Where did they take Second Brother to?"
Miao Yi couldn’t answer this question...
In the middle of a wasteland, dozens li away from the Ancient City, the Yellow-Robed Immortal and Fatty Zhang stood face-to-face with each other. One had a big smile on his face, while the other was filled with suppressed frustration.
A gust of wind blew, fluttering the wild gra.s.s. The dust on the Yellow-Robed Immortal was blown away by the wind.
The hair on his head, the skin on his face, his clothes, and the long sword that he carried on his back were slowly being blown away into dust. He looked like he had been covered in a layer of soot, which was slowly being removed by each gust of wind, revealing the true face underneath it.
The dust was whisked away from his body, revealing an old, bald, kind-faced monk, his eyebrows two long strands that reached his chest. He looked thin yet energetic, and his deep eyes were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with vigor.
The robes he wore on him, were clean and as white as snow, with black satin decorating the edges. A gorgeous, interlocking cloud pattern was embroidered in gold upon the black satin. There was a purple nine-petal lotus flower faintly glowing in between his brows. Overall, he exuded an air of indescribable extravagance. It was obvious that he had a gentle and kind appearance, but he also had an air of n.o.bility, akin to that of a grand ruler, which made him seem like an emperor within the monks.
Fatty Zhang was staring at him in bewilderment as he stuttered, "You’re a monk?"
The old monk gave him a benevolent smile. "I am afraid that the Celestial Nation does not welcome the idea of the Buddha Nation accepting disciples from inside their realm. Thus, I have to hide my true form. From being separated by thousands of li, to meeting here as master and disciple, this is indeed fate."
Fatty Zhang immediately shook his head and waved his hands, "We are not fated to each other, it really is not fate."
The old monk laughed and asked, "If this is not fate, then how are you able to hear my unique Sanskrit? This is more than just being fated."
"I don’t want to be a monk. I like eating meat and drinking alcohol. I like pretty women, I still want to have a wife&h.e.l.lip;" Fatty Zhang panicked as he backed away. He had never in his entire life once thought of becoming a monk. It was too terrifying. He turned around to run,