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Qi Xiaomian stepped aside as Cai Zhuo pondered before speaking, "Your Majesty, Master Hui Jue is about to give a sermon. Why not spare some time to listen together?"
"That's a good suggestion," the emperor replied. "There have been many matters in the capital lately, and my heart feels weary. Listening to the teachings would be beneficial for calming my mind. A Mian, I heard that Misha will also be on stage?"
The arrangement for the sermon seemed suspicious, so Qi Xiaomian refrained from praising Misha. Seeing the emperor in good spirits, he did not want to dampen his enthusiasm. After leaving the palace, he instructed his subordinates to keep a closer watch on Wisdom Supreme.
Inside the Small Tavern, everyone was laughing and helping Misha choose clothes. Faced with a row of garments in various colors, Misha sighed. "It's just a sermon; why does it need such a fuss? Ordinary clothes will suffice."
Most of the clothes were brought back by Li Cu, while others contributed one piece each. Li Cu was initially reluctant, saying, "People are judged by their appearance, and since you are both human and part of Buddha Cultivation, you must wear something fitting. Your attire is your battle gear; first impressions are crucial!"
Old Vine agreed with her but disagreed with her choices.
Li Cu retorted, "You’re being stingy! You don’t even want to prepare one decent outfit and still criticize me!"
"I have prepared something; it’s being finished up now by the Weavers. Just wait for a bit. Misha, should you shave your head first?"
Misha touched his short hair and his expression darkened momentarily before he smiled again. "I have already returned to lay life; aside from my name at Pujiyuan, if I shave my head again, Wisdom Supreme will surely find fault with me. It’s fine as it is."
At that moment, Qi Xiaomian entered and said, "Your Majesty will also be listening to the sermon today."
Old Vine grumbled, "Isn’t it better to stay safely in the palace? Why go where there might be danger? Besides helping Misha today, do we also have to divide our energy to protect him?"
He was in high spirits and hard to dissuade. Moreover, Qi Xiaomian reminded him that not only was it about the emperor; there were many ordinary people in the city as well. "If things change, you’d better not start fighting within the city."
Old Vine felt annoyed. He had received news that Wisdom Supreme was seen approaching with a towering figure cloaked in gray robes, making it impossible to discern his face.
As they neared Jingjing City, the two separated; the imposing figure headed toward Jingjing City but took a longer route and lingered outside for another day when he could have entered yesterday. Was he timing his arrival for today?
Sang Qingxiao asked, "Are the Little Demons still keeping watch?"
"They only dare follow from a distance; that person has an intimidating presence and formidable strength—he's a worthy opponent."
"Give me the location; I’ll take a look later."
Misha interjected, "This is my own matter; let me handle it."
"You stay here and prepare for the sermon," he continued. "Giving teachings to thousands is what you dreamed of since you were just a little novice, isn’t it?"
"Unfortunately, this may be my only chance in this lifetime. Cherish it well and give it your all; consider it a complete farewell to the past."
Before dinner, Old Vine finally brought a set of clothes—a black outfit styled like a monk's robe, with some modifications to allow Misha more freedom of movement. The entire outfit had no embellishments and looked rather plain.
"This is it?" Li Cu complained. "How can you even question my taste!"
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