Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 33 The Sweet House

The autumn wind was blowing, and the chill had not yet reached Baishi County. Even the sycamore trees in Linglong Temple had not shed many leaves.

The dog-skinned Taoist priest immediately realized he had said the wrong thing and lowered his head to continue silently eating his rice.

The disciples were all a little embarrassed, and their smiles froze for a moment.

One of the senior students moved his lips, but still didn't say anything.

Master Wanshou glared angrily at the dog-skinned Taoist, then smiled and gently patted Lin Fan's back, saying:

“Junior brother is right. This powerful pill is meant for self-defense and to save your life. Feng’er, remember not to use it unless absolutely necessary. As for any harm to your body, you don’t need to worry. In a few days, I will refine some nourishing medicine for you, and you can replenish the lost qi and blood.”

"Yes, thank you, Master." Lin Fan smiled and nodded to Wanshou Daoist, laughing cheerfully without a care in the world.

"Master, please eat! Senior brothers and sisters, you should eat more too!" Lin Fan said, stuffing his mouth full of food while urging the others to eat as well.

The lively and harmonious atmosphere quickly returned, and everyone started eating.

As the topic shifted to the Wu family, the matter of the powerful pills seemed to have been completely forgotten.

The matter concerning the Wu family is now considered settled. Steward Zhao was caught red-handed for embezzling Wu family property and committing murder, and has been handed over to the authorities for further processing.

"So how did Steward Zhao kill Master Wu? I heard that their strengths were about the same, and he didn't even carry a weapon when he killed him. It's impossible for him to kill Wu Da so easily in such a short time." Lin Fan still had a question.

"What else could it be? This scoundrel surnamed Zhao received help from an evil spirit, and we have already exorcised that evil spirit today through our rituals," the dog-skinned Taoist priest said with absolute certainty.

Lin Fan glanced at the others; they all remained silent, neither supporting nor opposing the dog-skinned Taoist's viewpoint. It seemed that it was probably not some so-called evil spirit.

Moreover, the Taoist priests at Linglong Temple don't actually care about these details; that's something the government should worry about.

When people ask them, they just say it's an evil spirit. After all, they are the Taoist priests, so whether it's an evil spirit or not is just a matter of words.

Lin Fan was about to say something more when Daoist Wanshou spoke first: "It's getting late. Feng'er must be exhausted today. Go back and rest early."

After saying that, Lin Fan felt himself being sandwiched between two soft bodies.

His two senior sisters, one on each side, took his arms. "Master, we'll take our junior brother back to his room now."

Lin Fan felt his hands being enveloped by a soft touch.

The two senior female students usually eat well, and their bodies are much fuller than those of the girls from the countryside.

They were also taller than him, and with one on each side supporting him, Lin Fan was walking in a semi-suspended position.

The woman's faint fragrance wafted into Lin Fan's nose, making him momentarily dazed.

"Junior brother, you have such a handsome face, no less so than those in the opera troupe." A senior sister reached out and gently stroked Lin Fan's face.

Another senior sister quickly reached out and slapped her hand away, "Hey, hey, stop it, what if the junior brothers think we're not proper senior sisters?"

The two of them carried Lin Fan as they walked and joked around, their beautiful smiles constantly flashing in front of him.

Before long, they had escorted Lin Fan to his room.

"Junior brother, I cleaned this room myself. Are you satisfied? Are the bedding warm enough?"

"Satisfied, warm, and even smells nice." Lin Fan grinned, unable to hide the joy on his face.

"Junior brother, do the clothes fit you well? This is the last one, and who knew you'd tear one on the first day. I'll make you a few more tonight. But you'll have to compensate me for these later," another senior sister said coquettishly.

"Definitely, definitely." Lin Fan smiled, looking somewhat silly.

"Hey, junior brother, this bed..." The senior sister who was making the bed wanted to say something more after she felt that her limelight had been stolen, but she was interrupted by the senior sister who was sewing clothes.

"Little girl, you keep thinking about that bed. Why don't you stay and sleep with your junior brother tonight?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are monks, how can we do this!" the senior sister making the bed stamped her foot.

The senior student who was sewing put her hand on the other person's waist and laughed, "Then why don't you just go back to secular life!"

The two joked around for a while before Lin Fan finally saw off his senior sister, who was surrounded by beautiful women in his room.

As soon as he closed the door, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

Whew, Lin Fan felt a wave of fear wash over him. If only what he had just experienced was real!

Lin Fan lay down on the soft, fragrant bed, his mind filled with thoughts.

Linglong Temple, in the end, also makes a living by swindling people in the martial arts world, so they can't really be called good people.

But he didn't care; in this world, who could care about others? All he cared about was a stable life and fellow disciples to share meals with.

If he could also take care of his mother, then Lin Fan would be content.

As for other things, such as where his father went, who at Shenmu Academy wanted to kill him, and where the Smiling Tiger is.

These are things he wants to know, but none of them are things he needs to rush into.

Now, only the words of the dog-skinned Taoist priest kept lingering in his mind.

Lin Fan didn't care how much lifespan he had lost. Without the Strength Pill, he might have been beaten to death by Steward Zhao. On the contrary, he was very grateful to the Taoist of Longevity for giving him the genuine product.

However, they are clearly hiding something.

Later, when the two senior sisters hugged him, Lin Fan was indeed instantly aroused, and he completely forgot what he wanted to ask.

Fortunately, when they lifted him up again, the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, which was hidden in a secret place, touched the inside of his thigh, instantly waking him up. After that, he pretended to be drugged and cooperated with the two of them.

Why are these people willing to use these tricks on me, and not want me to say anything more?

If they truly care about me, why would they act this way?

After the younger generation left, Yun Xiangzi drank with Wanshou Daoren for a while longer. Looking at these young people, Yun Xiangzi recalled when they were young, when their master was still alive.

He told Wanshou Daoren many stories of the past, lamenting how merciless time could be.

After a long time, Yun Xiangzi returned to her residence with a flushed face.

Unlike Lin Fan's meticulously decorated room, Yun Xiangzi's room was just a storage room, with a bed barely fit amidst the clutter.

The cramped little house had only one small window, which was blocked by a box, preventing moonlight from entering, so the house was almost completely dark.

Yun Xiangzi let out a burp and pushed open the door to his room.

A shadowy figure was already waiting inside in the darkness, and Yun Xiangzi felt a chill run down her neck.

"Heh, it's not good for you to steal, nephew," the dog-skinned Taoist said calmly to the shadow.

Lin Fan's cold face emerged from the darkness, holding the iron sword that the dog-skinned Taoist priest had left in the house.

"Don't move, or I'll slit your throat."

"Alright, alright, nephew, if you want to chat with me, I will answer you to the best of my ability. Why bother?" Yun Xiangzi lowered his voice and cooperated with Lin Fan.

"Then tell me, what's the deal with the 'Great Strength Pill'? And what's so shameful about Linglong Temple?" Lin Fan's voice trembled slightly.

“Hey, nephew, you’ve asked the wrong person. You are the inner disciple of Linglong Temple. Although I am your uncle, I am actually an outsider. Is it appropriate for you to ask me?” The dog-skinned Taoist priest, as always, dodged the question.

"Stop giving me that crap, just tell me everything you know," Lin Fan said in an unfriendly tone.

"Then go ask your master, he definitely knows more than I do. Put the sword to his neck!" the dog-skinned Taoist priest raised his voice.

Lin Fan remained silent, lightly grazing the dog-skinned Taoist's neck with his iron sword, quickly cutting a small gash, from which a line of blood flowed down the blade.

"Ouch, that hurts, nephew! Ouch, no, are you serious? Do you think your senior brother is a good person and I'm a bad person, so you won't feel guilty no matter what you do to me?" the dog-skinned Taoist cried out in pain.

"Hey, you can't do that. I admit I'm a bit foul-mouthed, but you've done more than me. If we really calculate it, you're the one who owes me!" No matter what the dog-skinned Taoist said, Lin Fan ignored him and just pressed the blade in little by little.

"Alright! Alright! Why do you always have to resort to knives? You're a monk, can't you be reasonable? Besides, touching metal and seeing blood will affect your spiritual practice, am I not telling you that!"

Lin Fan felt irritated by what he said. Without the help of the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, his mindset was not as calm as he had imagined.

Lin Fan's ability to remain calm thanks to the Soul-Suppressing Pearl made him underestimate his own mental fortitude. This cunning Taoist priest was also full of tricks, and the longer it went on, the more nervous Lin Fan became.

Suddenly he realized something was wrong. The iron sword was stuck firmly to the skin of the dog-skinned Taoist priest. Even if Lin Fan just shook his hand slightly, he could cut a gash.

"You dog-skinned Taoist priest, why are you shorter than before? What are you trying to do! Stop with these tricks!"