Li Qingshan looked at Chen Xuanzang and asked, "The world is like a sea of suffering. Can Buddhist teachings ferry people across it?"
Chen Xuanzang coughed repeatedly, waved his hand, and smiled bitterly. "Perhaps my master can. I failed again."
"Your master..."
Li Qingshan's expression turned somewhat strange. Your master isn't a Buddha, but a demon—the king of all demons.
However, he did not say it aloud.
He did not necessarily agree with Buddhist teachings, but Chen Xuanzang was truly kind-hearted, not hypocritically so.
Though he was not that sort of person himself, he still held respect for people like Chen Xuanzang.
Still, he found it somewhat strange.
Could the Lord of the Blood Sea, disguised as Bojun, truly teach a disciple with such a kind and virtuous nature?
"...If any of you need anything in the future, just come find me!"
The brash female demon hunter emerged from the crowd of villagers surrounding her. She glanced at Chen Xuanzang and asked, "You're a demon hunter too?"
"Yes. This humble monk is Chen Xuanzang, a newly promoted demon hunter."
Chen Xuanzang composed himself and answered solemnly.
"Based on what? Three Hundred Children's Songs?"
The female demon hunter cast a mocking glance at the Three Hundred Children's Songs in Chen Xuanzang's hand and laughed. "Actually, I used to like childish tricks like that too."
Chen Xuanzang fell silent.
Li Qingshan had remained quiet all along. Only after the demon hunter left did he step forward, pat Chen Xuanzang on the shoulder, and say, "Come on, let's get a drink!"
Chen Xuanzang came back to his senses, but before he could speak, Li Qingshan had already dragged him away.
In a hidden corner of the small fishing village, Duan Lang cast a burning look at Chen Xuanzang, but he still restrained himself