Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 328 – Old monk, little nun

Chapter 328 – Old monk, little nun

The old monk saw that Meng Fan was indifferent to this matter and felt quite frustrated. Unwilling to give up, he continued, "Moreover, as your state of mind improves, your Divine Soul will become increasingly powerful. Once you cultivate a Primordial Spirit, it will be incredibly terrifying!"

"Alright, I got it," Meng Fan remained unmoved.

Divine Soul?

He had been cultivating Fu Xi's Visualization Techniques, and his Divine Soul was already stronger than others. The old monk's words held no attraction for him.

"So, did you come out just to tell me this?" Meng Fan asked disdainfully.

Is this really worth mentioning separately?

A so-called high monk, almost a peak existence who nearly succeeded in Tribulation Crossing, yet he acts so inexperienced.

Ridiculous!

The old monk rolled his eyes at Meng Fan's attitude.

But he didn't actually come out to say this.

He had just noticed something off about Meng Fan's state and casually mentioned it.

What he really wanted to talk about was related to the woman from earlier.

"Meng Benefactor, your treatment of that woman just now wasn't thorough. It could have been much better!"

Meng Fan looked at the old monk in surprise. He didn't expect the old monk to have such a side of saving lives and helping the injured. It seemed he had to change his view of the Buddhist sect a bit.

"What good would it do if you treated her better? Can you make her live a hundred years?" Meng Fan asked the old monk.

The old monk shook his head, "No, her physical condition is what it is. Even if I treated her, I couldn't make her live a hundred years. However, your treatment just now could extend her life by five years at most. If I enhance the treatment, it should extend her life by about ten years."

Hearing the old monk's words, Meng Fan frowned slightly.

From his perspective, five years or ten years made no significant difference; it was just a fleeting moment.

But for that woman, living five more years was a world of difference.

By then, her daughter would almost be an adult, and she could leave with peace of mind.

"But why are you so concerned about this woman?" Meng Fan's Divine Soul stared intently at the old monk in his Sea of Consciousness, clearly sensing something unusual!

Maybe the old monk wasn't too bad, but he definitely wasn't compassionate, nor would he save all beings. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried to possess Meng Fan back then.

Seeing a sick person on the street and wanting to treat them was not the old monk's style.

Something unusual must be afoot!

"What are you plotting?" Meng Fan asked the old monk with a hostile tone.

"Uh, as a monk, compassion is my nature. As a member of the Buddhist sect, I can't bear to see beings suffer and can't help but want to assist. It's truly my genuine intention," the old monk said seriously, lying through his teeth.

"Cut the crap, speak plainly!" Meng Fan sneered, and the Spirit Stones in the relic disappeared again.

The old monk's mouth twitched. These Spirit Stones coming and going, was he being toyed with?

A duck in hand can't be allowed to fly away!

Who would have thought that he, a dignified monk... would one day bend over for a thousand low-grade Spirit Stones?

A disgrace to the Buddha!!!!

But disgracing the Buddha didn't matter; what mattered was those thousand Spirit Stones.

The old monk said helplessly, "Actually, I want to save that woman for the sake of the little girl named Yinyin."

"Yinyin? Why?" Meng Fan asked, still puzzled.

Why was the old monk so concerned about a seven or eight-year-old girl?

"Because this girl has a special talent that is highly compatible with our Buddhist sect, so I want to save her mother. Then, using this favor, I want to take her as my disciple," the old monk finally confessed.

Although it wasn't a noble reason, it wasn't something shady either.

If Yinyin really became the old monk's disciple, it would be the greatest opportunity of her life. According to her normal life trajectory, she would just be an ordinary mortal, with no chance to come into contact with the Cultivation World.

In fact, if she hadn't met Meng Fan, her mother would soon die of illness, and it would be questionable if she could even survive!

Meng Fan looked at the old monk in surprise, "Doesn't your Buddhist sect only pass teachings to men and not women?"

The idea of the old monk taking a little girl as a disciple felt strange to him.

Hearing Meng Fan's words, the old monk couldn't help but laugh, with a hint of disdain for Meng Fan's ignorance.

"Meng Benefactor, don't you know that the Buddhist sect has both monks and nuns?" the old monk said with a slightly mocking tone.

Just slightly, not daring to be too much!

Meng Fan chuckled bitterly. Monks and nuns, alright, he hadn't thought of that just now.

"But you want to make such a young child a nun? That's utterly heartless! No, it's downright inhumane!" Meng Fan said disdainfully to the old monk.

The old monk quickly explained, "Given my current state, even if she becomes my disciple, she can't become a nun. I just want a disciple to pass on my teachings. As for what she wants to do or become, I won't interfere. Honestly, I just don't want my knowledge to be lost."

Meng Fan didn't believe a word of it; it sounded like utter nonsense.

"Lost? Isn't all your knowledge from the Vajra Temple? You make it sound like the Vajra Temple has already perished."

The old monk smiled awkwardly but said nothing more.

The conversation ended there, followed by a long silence.

After a while, Meng Fan said, "Your legs are your own. If you want to save that woman, go ahead."

This... sounded easy. The old monk couldn't help but curse Meng Fan in his heart over and over.

In his current state, did he even have legs?

More importantly, his remaining soul was dependent on Meng Fan and couldn't leave him.

If Meng Fan didn't go, he couldn't save that woman.

Meng Fan was well aware of this, and he was deliberately leaving the old monk hanging, like training a dog that sometimes needed to be disciplined!