The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Xi Yu stood at the entrance of the temple, his eyes deeply attracted by those lines of words.

“This temple does not accept donations and is mainly staffed by ascetic monks.”

These brief words flowed like a clear spring in Xiyu's heart.

In this materialistic world, a temple that is not controlled by money is like a pure land that inspires awe.

The ascetics practice their inner beliefs with their strong will and simple lifestyle. Their existence seems to be a silent protest against the impetuous world.

Xi Yu's admiration grew stronger and stronger. He stared quietly at the temple gate, as if he could feel the deep power behind it.

Xi Yu stepped into the temple with full expectations. Several little monks put their hands together, smiled and walked towards him to greet him.

Xi Yu also quickly clasped his hands together and responded to them politely.

Afterwards, Xi Yu went straight to the point and asked to see Master Changsheng.

A young monk looked embarrassed and said, "Donor, unfortunately, Master Changsheng is not in the temple at the moment."

Xi Yu frowned slightly, looking disappointed, and said, "I came all the way here."

The young monk said hurriedly, "Don't worry, why don't you stay in the temple and wait? I believe the master will come back soon."

Xi Yu listened to the monk's words and had no choice but to stay. He thought to himself: This might be a test. Even if I can't see her for the time being, as long as I wait sincerely, I will see her sooner or later.

Sure enough, after waiting for a few days, one sunny morning, the little monk ran to the room where Xiyu lived with a happy face and said excitedly: "Donor, Master Changsheng is back!"

Xi Yu's face, which was originally a bit tired, suddenly glowed with surprise. He stood up and said eagerly, "Great! Take me to see the master."

The young monk showed a trace of embarrassment and said slowly: "Donor, I am really sorry. Master Changsheng has been traveling all the way and is very tired. He needs to rest and recuperate. How about visiting him later?"

Xi Yu's anxiety was instantly suppressed by this sudden situation. His brows furrowed slightly, and the excitement on his face faded a little.

However, he also knew that he couldn't disturb the master's rest, so he had to suppress his inner desire, nodded helplessly and said: "Okay, then I will wait a little longer."

Xi Yu thought, since he had already arrived in Pizhou and couldn't see Master Changsheng right away, he might as well go out for a walk.

Thinking of this, he walked out of the temple and came to the street.

The streets were crowded with people and shops were lined up. The sounds of shouting and bargaining could be heard one after another, creating a prosperous scene.

This lively scene satisfied him. He smiled and looked around with interest.

However, at this moment, a shrill cry suddenly came, instantly breaking the harmony.

The cry was sharp and sad, which not only attracted his attention, but also attracted the attention of many passers-by.

It turned out to be an old woman with wrinkles on her face and gray hair. She was slumped on the ground, hugging her son's cold body tightly, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Her eyes were swollen and red like walnuts, full of despair and helplessness, and she kept muttering: "My son, why did you leave like this? How can I, an old lonely woman, live like this?"

People around gathered around, some with sympathetic expressions, shaking their heads and sighing; others were talking in low voices.

A kind-hearted uncle stepped forward and comforted him softly, "Old man, don't be too sad. It's important to take care of your health."

The old woman raised her head, glanced at the uncle, and said with a sob: "My son is gone at such a young age. My heart is broken!"

Xi Yu looked at the tragic scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh heavily, feeling in his heart: The matter of death is always so helpless and unsolvable.

At this moment, a hunchbacked old man suddenly walked up to the old woman and said loudly: "Old woman, don't be sad. Master Changsheng has great magical powers and can resurrect the dead!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a sensation among many people.

People were whispering to each other, their faces full of surprise and suspicion.

"Is this true? Master Changsheng actually has such a miraculous ability?"

"Don't talk nonsense. There is no way to bring the dead back to life!"

The old man straightened his bent back, his eyes sparkling, and he said loudly with an unusually firm look: "That is absolutely true, absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes a few days ago, and the scene is still vivid in my mind!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes flashed with memories, as if he was back in time, and every wrinkle on his face was filled with seriousness and certainty.

A bean-sized spark of surprise suddenly ignited in the old woman's originally dull eyes.

Her hands tightly grasped the old man's sleeves like pliers, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind, she asked in a sobbing voice: "Really? Please don't try to fool me, an old woman. My heart is broken and I can't stand it anymore!"

The old man frowned, his face serious, and he raised his voice and said loudly: "I am already this old, why would I lie to you? How can I make up such a thing? I swear to God, every word I said is true!"

The old woman's eyes were full of desire and pleading. She used all her strength to speak anxiously, "Please, kind brother, please lead the way for me! Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will take my son to give it a try."

As she spoke, she held up her son's body with trembling hands, as if she was afraid that this last hope would slip away.

So, many onlookers surrounded the old woman and the old man, and prepared to go together in a mighty manner.

Xi Yu stood in the crowd, full of curiosity, but also vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

He frowned and thought to himself, "Didn't they say that Master Changsheng was resting? How come he appeared somewhere else? Could this be a scam? But the problem is that I have never seen Master Changsheng, so I can't tell the truth. Forget it, forget it, I'll just go and see for myself."

As he was thinking, Xi Yu moved with the crowd. His eyes were always fixed on the old woman and old man in front of him. The doubts in his heart were like layers of fog that could not dissipate for a long time.

Everyone walked quickly along the way, and Xi Yu followed closely behind them, but the doubts in his heart grew more and more serious.

As he walked, he paid attention to the expressions of the people around him. Some of them were full of anticipation, while others were half-believing and half-doubting.

"If this is really a scam, then these people will be happy for nothing." Xi Yu worried secretly.

After a while, the team came to a remote path. The surrounding scenery became more and more desolate, and Xi Yu's heart couldn't help but rise.

"This place doesn't look like a place where Master Changsheng would appear." He felt that something was increasingly strange.

Then everyone continued to move forward and finally arrived at a village.

Under an ancient locust tree, there sat an old monk.

He was wearing an old but neat cassock, the color of which had lost much of its former brightness, and the slightly dull yellow was mixed with a few mottled traces left by the years.

Many people recognized at a glance that this person was the famous Master Changsheng, and some people shouted excitedly: "It is indeed Master Changsheng!"

The old man walked quickly to Master Changsheng and said anxiously, "Master, there is an old woman whose son died. Please have mercy on her."

Master Changsheng looked at the old woman calmly. The old woman quickly put her son down gently, then fell to her knees with a plop, tears streaming down her face, and cried bitterly: "Master, please save my son. I kowtow to you." Her forehead hit the ground heavily, making a "bang bang" sound.

Master Changsheng leaned forward slightly to look at the cold corpse, then put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and slowly said: "Life cannot be repeated, life and death are determined by fate, I hope the donor will be patient and accept the change." When the old woman heard this, she turned her head abruptly, and questioned the old man with her eyes wide open: "Didn't you say that the master could be resurrected? What's going on?"

The old man looked at Master Changsheng with a look of panic.

Master Changsheng looked calm and said calmly: "I have indeed resurrected the dead, but it must be a sincere and pious person."

When the old woman heard this, she turned around and said anxiously, "Master, I am absolutely pious. Please save my son."

After hearing this, the old woman began to kowtow heavily again. The sound of her forehead hitting the ground was particularly clear in this quiet village.

Master Changsheng quickly reached out his hand to support her and said, "Forget it, forget it. Seeing that you are so pious, I will help you. But this matter is confidential, so please don't disclose it to anyone present."

Then, Master Changsheng asked the old woman to hold her son and follow him with a serious face, and said: "As for the others, don't follow."

Many people had been looking forward to witnessing this miraculous resurrection process with their own eyes, but now there was a look of disappointment on their faces.

Some people couldn't help but grumble: "This is such a bummer. I was hoping to open my eyes."

But everyone also understood that the master's orders could not be disobeyed, so they could only obey reluctantly and gradually dispersed.

The old woman happily carried her son on her back and followed Master Changsheng away with brisk steps.

Xi Yu looked at their receding backs and suddenly thought, "It would be better if Song Shuwen came with him."

Everyone gradually dispersed. Xi Yu thought to himself: It is not convenient for me to go to that place, so I might as well let the secret guard go.

However, because there were too many people and the secret guards were a little far away from where they were, Xi Yu spoke in a loud voice: "You go."

This caused a lot of people to be surprised. They turned their heads to look at Xi Yu with confusion on their faces, thinking: Who is he talking to?
However, everyone was only curious for a short while, then ignored it and went about their own business.

Seeing this, Xi Yu said no more and walked away among the crowd.

Soon, he returned to the temple.

I saw a little monk sweeping the floor with a broom. Xi Yu walked up to him and asked, "Little Master, has Master Changsheng gone out?"

The young monk stopped what he was doing, put his hands together and replied, "Donor, Master Changsheng is still resting."

Xi Yu thought to himself: "It must be a scam. This is outrageous!"

Thinking of this, he told the little monk in detail what had just happened in the village.

The little monk was shocked when he heard this. He widened his eyes and said, "There is actually such a thing."

However, Xi Yu comforted him, "Young Master, don't worry, my companions have already gone to investigate."

After hearing this, the young monk put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said, "Amitabha, that's good." Then he lowered his head and continued to sweep the floor attentively.

On the other side, in the Huang family's magnificent mansion with carved beams and painted rafters, Young Master Huang's face was filled with anger, his eyes wide open, and he announced loudly with gnashing teeth: "From now on, I, Huang, officially abolish Shao Shufang. Get out of this house immediately! Linglong, from now on, you are my wife!"

Linglong was standing aside, and when she heard what Young Master Huang said, she couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

When Shao Shufang heard this thunderous announcement, she felt like she was struck by lightning. Her eyes widened so wide that they almost popped out of their sockets, and her face was full of disbelief and anger.

She hysterically complained to Master Huang loudly: "You are such a heartless and unfaithful man! I have given so much to this family, how can you be so heartless? This is so unfair to me!"

Master Huang was furious at this time. He simply ignored Shao Shufang's crying and complaints. He rushed over and punched and kicked her, shouting viciously as he beat her: "You ungrateful bitch, stop making trouble here! Hurry up and pack your things and get out. Don't let me see you again!"

Seeing Master Huang so furious, the girl was so frightened that her whole body trembled, but she still knelt down and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Master, please forgive Madam! Although Madam was a little impulsive today, Linglong is too hateful. Not only did she provoke Madam with words, she also beat her! Master, you have always been fair, why do you ignore this matter?"

As the girl spoke, she kowtowed continuously, and her forehead soon became red and swollen.

After hearing what the maid said, Master Huang not only did not show any sympathy, but became even more furious. Veins bulged on his forehead and his eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

He rushed forward, raised his foot and kicked the girl fiercely, cursing at the same time: "You ignorant slave, you dare to talk nonsense in front of me, young master? I will teach you a lesson today and let you know what the rules are!"

At this time of chaos, Shao Shufang, holding back her grief and indignation, quickly stepped forward and took the girl's hand, looking sad but resolute as she said, "Girl, if that's the case, let's go. Why bother hanging around here and bringing humiliation upon ourselves?"

After saying that, Shao Shufang pulled the girl and turned around. The two of them walked back to the room with heavy steps to pack up their things.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the room. Shao Shufang's tears were welling up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.

The girl was sobbing softly while cleaning up.

After a while, Shao Shufang and the girl left with their simple luggage.

Here, Linglong pretended to be considerate and pulled Young Master Huang's arm and said coquettishly, "Young Master, don't let me cause family discord. It's all Linglong's fault."

Master Huang was even more delighted after hearing this and said, "It would be great if that bitch was half as sensible as you, Linglong."

In this way, Linglong became the mistress of the house as she wished.

Her vicious character soon became apparent, and she even went out of her way to find the servant who had complained to Young Master Huang.

Linglong's eyebrows were raised, her eyes were full of ruthlessness, and she gritted her teeth and ordered directly: "Beat this ignorant thing and throw it out like garbage!"

The servant was terrified and begged for mercy, but Linglong remained unmoved. She watched him being beaten all over his body and finally thrown out of the Huang family's door like a piece of rag.

In the temple, Xi Yu slowly entered the room.

The room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, and the faint candlelight swayed gently in the breeze.

As soon as he sat down, he felt an irresistible drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

Time passed quietly. I don't know how long it had passed before a slight sound of footsteps was heard. The silence was broken only when the figure of the secret guard appeared at the door.

The secret guard walked into the room quickly with a guilty look on his face. After bowing, he apologized in a low voice, "Master, I deserve this. I accidentally disturbed your rest."

Xi Yu was awakened by the sound. He was sleepy, frowning, and looking unhappy. After rubbing his eyes, he said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense here! Tell me what happened!"

The secret guard lowered his head slightly, and said in a steady and slightly anxious tone: "Master, the so-called Master Changsheng, that old monk, is indeed a complete liar. After I discovered his true face, I immediately knocked him out. I hope you, Prime Minister, will personally judge and decide how to deal with him. As for the old woman, I took a lot of effort to get her into a room and tried to reason with her to make her recognize the true face of the liar, but she was simply unmoved and could not be explained clearly. In desperation, I had to temporarily let her unconscious to avoid any more trouble."

After listening to the secret guard's report, Xi Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He tightened his mouth and thought for a moment. Then he nodded seriously and said in a deep voice: "Well, you did a good job. Lead the way."

After saying that, Xi Yu neatly straightened his sleeves, took firm and powerful steps, and strode out without hesitation.

The little monk who was sweeping the floor was standing at the door.

He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, "Donor, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Xi Yu paused slightly, looked at the little monk with a firm and serious gaze, and said solemnly: "Little Master, to be honest, I am going to expose the true face of the person who pretended to be Master Changsheng. This person is a swindler, which is really hateful. We can't tolerate him to continue deceiving everyone. We must tell everyone the truth and let justice be served." (End of this chapter)