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After several encounters, he began to understand the subtle yet powerful influence of Sang Qingxiao. His behavior became increasingly restrained, and he found himself feeling a sense of trepidation towards Sang Qingxiao.
Wisdom Supreme had arrived in the capital exactly one month before the New Year. After entering the city, he rushed to the palace walls and successfully secured an audience with the emperor. It was unclear what he discussed with Xuande Emperor, but somehow, he managed to leverage the recent ghostly appearances in the Capital to gain an opportunity to conduct a memorial service for the deceased. It was said that after the service, he would also preach to the citizens of Jingjing City to bring them blessings.
He certainly knew how to seize opportunities and win over people's hearts. Li Cu glanced at Misha, thinking that as a member of the Demon Subduing Institute, he had no business preaching sutras; instead, he would use Puzhao Temple's reputation to deceive the populace. "Misha, if you take the stage, just eliminate him instantly!"
Misha laughed, "Just like you, I’d probably end up sleeping through it all."
"Misha! I'm on your side; how can you expose my weaknesses? Besides, pointing out my flaws only highlights yours!"
"You should consider my level; whenever you speak plainly, I always listen attentively. It's only when it's obscure and tedious that I start dozing off."
Misha continued, "Wisdom Supreme has studied sutras; although his skill may not match Pujiyuan's, he could easily chat with the common folk for days on end without issue."
"Should we just let him steal the spotlight in Jingjing City?"
"Steal? What do you mean by that? Jingjing City is your territory."
Misha remained calm. Before his arrival, he had been just another unknown figure; it didn't matter to him. As long as Wisdom Supreme didn’t provoke him, they could coexist peacefully.
But what if Cang Xuan was involved?
Then it was essential to clarify the situation first. If Cang Xuan was at fault, then he deserved it; if Wisdom Supreme was wrong, Cang Xuan could seek revenge once he recovered.
He had guided me for several years; I took care of his needs and well-being—this was enough repayment.
Misha chose to let go of the past and did not wish to entangle himself too deeply with old matters. He never inquired about Wisdom Supreme's whereabouts.
However, Wisdom Supreme could not forget him. After a few days of rest, he unexpectedly appeared at the entrance of Small Tavern.
Li Cu was attending to customers when she spotted him. Upon recognizing her identity, his eyes revealed disdain and contempt as he expressionlessly demanded, "I want to see Misha—the chef from your Small Tavern."
Li Cu recognized him too; a bald head marked with nine scars from rings. Most notably, he wore a new monk's robe adorned with insignia that indicated his status—similar to a piece of cloth discovered in Lao Lu's room.
"He’s busy!" Li Cu shot him a pointed look, making her disapproval clear.
Anger surged within Wisdom Supreme. Busy? Had this chef become addicted to cooking? If Master Wulian knew that his disciple had turned into a mere cook with no other skills, he would surely be unable to rest in peace!
The word "dead" seemed inappropriate as Sang Qingxiao emerged from behind the curtain. Was Master Hui Jue blind? In Pujiyuan, ninety Nine Relics floated above; one could see them simply by looking up.
Clearly an Enlightened Monk, at the moment of Parinirvana, he had attracted divine guidance from heaven—naturally ascending above. Every day spent earnestly bowing before Buddha might have included a few bows directed at him as well.
"Miss Sang, it's been a while," he said, his breath coming in rough gasps as he gritted his teeth.
"I really didn't want to see you, but here you are, seeking me out. What brings you here today?"
"Naturally, I'm here to see the wanted criminal, Misha."
"Wanted criminal? Didn't they revoke the warrant for him a long time ago? I captured the Great Demon for you. You owe me a promise in return; I'll exchange that promise for the cancellation of Misha's warrant."
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