Making His Own Way

This was the first time Shi Chan had encountered a patron asking him to protect someone. Monks were supposed to cherish all living things, so protecting people was only right and proper.

He agreed, but had no idea what preparations he should make or what he ought to watch out for.

Shi Chan figured his two senior brothers had traveled the jianghu for years and must be far more experienced than he was, a man who spent all year slaughtering pigs. That was why he had come to ask them.

Lu Yang lowered his head and looked at the assassin.

He had originally planned to ask around across the street to see if there was a girl named Peacock, just in case the assassin was lying.

Now there was no need to ask.

Meng Jingzhou glanced at Lu Yang on his left, who had heroically rescued a beauty, then at Shi Chan on his right, who could protect a beauty.

How come he was the one who ran into a bandit cultivator?

Bandit cultivator, what were you doing hiding in my room when you could have been out robbing people? If you weren't robbing people, how was I supposed to get my chance to rescue a beauty?

The bandit cultivator hadn't gone into the wrong room. He had simply figured no new guests would arrive so late at night, so he hid in an empty room, planning to wait until Fuling fell asleep before stealing the three-hundred-year-old Tribulation Lightning Reishi.

Who could have guessed that three people would still come looking for a room at this hour?

All he could say was that, like Meng Jingzhou, he'd had terrible luck.

Shi Chan suddenly noticed Fuling and looked puzzled. "Patron Peacock, what are you doing here?"

"Master, you've mistaken me for