I heard the voice and shuddered all over. That familiar tone—could it be Uncle Yao Long?
"Uncle Yao?" I hurriedly turned around. Sure enough, Uncle Yao's burly body emerged from the woods. He was already wearing monk's robes, and his head had been shaved clean. He had transformed from a demon monk into an honest monk, and his cultivation seemed to have advanced as well—he had entered the Dao.
Beside him was Yuan Ci. I was pleasantly surprised, but at the same time, I couldn't help grumbling inwardly about his appearance. Hadn't this fellow gone to look for his younger sister? How did he have the leisure to come here too?
"Xia Yitian, you appear and disappear like a ghost. You were just at Little Yi Village, and now you've suddenly appeared at Dragon-Carrying Village. You really are bold. Aren't you afraid that Old Monster Zu will capture you?" Yuan Ci said with a smile as he looked at me.
"You're here too?" It was more fun with Uncle Yao around, but I didn't particularly like Yuan Ci, whose presence seemed strange no matter how I looked at him. After all, he was still carrying the fleshly Buddha of Divine Monk Fuzhen.
"If I weren't here, you wouldn't be here either." Yuan Ci smiled and pressed his palms together.
I pondered the meaning behind his words, then suddenly remembered Monk Fuhai, who had saved me at Little Yi Village. If I still couldn't figure out that Yuan Ci had calculated I would suffer a calamity, I would truly be doomed.
"Yuan Ci, when I used the horsetail whisk to sweep away the demonic aura released by your younger sister earlier, I only did it casually. I never expected that you would save my life because of it. Thank you." I